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For the millionth time, maybe even 2 million, Zoë wondered what she had ever done to deserve this.
She worked in the same office as Jeanine, Jeanine of the perfect size 5 dress and the distinct impression that in a previous life, she'd studied under Elsa, She-Wolf of the SS.
The two were from totally different backgrounds, Zoë, married for a long time, good wife and mother as opposed to Jeanine, an old maid who never ceased to talk about her huge standard poodle. OMGGGGG did she not realize what people thought of her, as she continually bragged about not needing a man, Pierre was all the love she needed, she'd go on and on about how much space he took up in the bed, and repeated instances of him trying to Dominate her, gee wonder how he did that? Ewwww, poor Zoë was mortified whenever anyone came into her office and Jeanine would interrupt to regale everyone of Pierre's latest misadventure.
She had to get out of this place, it was driving her nuts. There wasn't much on the job board, she didn't want to have to go back to shift work and weekends so she was putting up with the crap until something better came along.
Zoë is bilingual and her chances of getting a post were better for her and so it happened that a new research specialist was joining the team and he was not very fluent in English, he needed a bilingual assistant that would transcribe from French to English. She jumped at the chance and posted her application to Human Resources, within days, she was called up for an interview.
Oh she was nervous, Zoë's proportions are on the Junoesque side and she has seen some discrimination for this before, it's hurtful to think it's only the packaging that counts but the sad truth is, in many cases it is so, specially if the boss is a man.
She had a new outfit to wear for the interview, simple lines in a gorgeous colour that brought out a sparkle in her. Her eyes shone, she was excited about meeting the good doctor, he'd be at the interview giving her a test to see if she could meet the requirements of this job.
When her time came one of the ladies in HR came to show her into the conference room, where Mrs. Meyers, the Personnel director and Dr. Desjardins were seated. He stood as she entered and she could feel his eyes stare right through her, a frisson raced up her spine and tingled in her brain. His eyes were very compelling, it was hard to look away.
Mrs. Meyers introduced them and told Zoë to please sit. Dr. Desjardins began the interview in French, it had nothing to do with her knowledge of office procedures, it was questions about what she would do in a certain situation, and she had to explain why.
She tried to figure out the pattern to the questions, there must be one but its intricacies baffled her. The good doctor looked at the file in front of him and smiled, this tells me you are capable of doing the work I need, those answers you gave me told me you would be exemplary at your work, I would like to offer you the position.
Zoë was thrilled, she smiled and accepted and was told she wouldn't have to finish her 2 weeks notice, she'd be seconded immediately. Oh that was wonderful, just to see the look on Jeanine's face when she told her bye bye bitch.
She had to call Joe and tell him. He'd be puttering around the kitchen likely, making coffee and talking to the cat. He was Mr. Mom because of a construction accident 10 years earlier, he'd fallen almost forty feet onto a cement floor, damn near broke everything he could, they didn't think he'd live, let alone walk again. It was a harrowing time, a very long convalescing period and constant pain as a daily reminder.
They had been through a lot these past few years but it had brought them closer, closer than they'd ever been. She'd quickly realized that he needed to know that he was still the man she needed, especially sexually. He started going to the Exotic Sex Shoppe and quizzing the middle aged female clerk, about what she recommended, he was never disappointed in her choices, Zoë was very appreciative of his efforts, what's not to like, he gives me better O's than I've ever been able to give myself, now that's saying something.
So their sex life was a very regular thing, at least three times a week and sometimes more. The incorporation of toys into the bedroom inspired little games too, cuffs and blindfolds and a soft flogger, nothing too violent but they liked to flirt with the possibility.
Joe was thankful that his wife was a horny woman, still after 20 odd years of marriage, she loved sex, she loved coming in all the ways they'd discovered together. He was convinced this was why they were both happy, their sex life was everything each desired. Not many guys he knew could claim that or girls either for that matter.
They didn't have much spare money, there were never any vacations unless it was to go visit parents who lived three hours away. But they made the best of it and the kids didn't mind really, they got to go visit on the family farm, fascinated by the animals and the machinery and their cousins the same age. The brothers would go fishing and the girls would go shopping, everybody seemed to have a great time. But it was always nice to come back home, to be just the two of them in the house, making noise. Both looked forward to it with great anticipation.
Joe was quasi congratulatory when Zoë relayed her news. He found it a sore point that his wife had to work and now she was going to work for one guy alone. He wasn't so sure he liked that idea but what could he do, he could easily understand her joy of getting away from the wretched Jeanine, he didn't know how she helped herself from smashing that woman's face in. So he resigned himself to the fact that she'd take the job and really couldn't blame her, a raise to begin with and cushier hours, with lots of paid time off but and this was the stickler for Joe, it would mean she would have to travel with the doctor to a yearly one week conference in another province.
He knew he could trust Zoë, she'd never do anything out of line, he knew she was embarrassed about her weight and would be much too shy to let anyone see her naked. He'd seen her progressively get heavier, he'd gotten used to the handful of woman she was, and he liked her that way, she was far more sensuous with some weight on her than she'd been when she was thin, before the babies, maybe getting older had more to do with that but he didn't think so.
Zoë started her new job the following Monday, a newly renovated office suite, a large reception area with top of the line electronics and a warm and pleasant décor. The doctor's office was huge with a lovely view of the river below and the university track next door.
There was a bathroom with a shower and dressing room adjoining the office. Next was the bathroom Zoë would use, it was spacious and newly appointed as well. Next was a conference room, with a large mahogany table and twelve chairs. There was video equipment she'd been told she would be taught to operate. After the conference room was the kitchen, fridge, wall oven, counter top stove, microwave, dishwasher and cupboards, and of course the coffee makers, one for 12 cups one for 48.
Yes, making the coffee was going to be her job, but she didn't mind, loving the smell of fresh brewing coffee, it was more a ritual she enjoyed. Jeanine wouldn't have lowered herself to making the coffee, it was a menial subjugating task in her eyes. God I can't wait till I've forgotten her thought Zoë.
She was simply thrilled at how things had turned out, she knew some parts of the job would be demanding, specially the traveling, not having done much of it she was wary of flying and of being away from home without Joe, that scared her a little, they did everything together.
But at least she didn't have to worry about that now, the conference was six months away, her first order of business was to learn her way around scheduling appointments and meetings so that everything ran smoothly. She was going to enjoy using her organizational skills, knowing she'd be good at it.
Dr. Desjardins was a very handsome man, in his early fifties with a full head of graying hair, he was several inches taller than Zoë, wide shoulders, big hands and big feet, he had a friendly demeanor, an easy smile and she sometimes caught a twinkle in his eyes when he looked at her.
They got on well, spoke French whenever alone, he confided that he was widowed and had two grown and married daughters that lived East. He was a grandfather and about to be so again, very proud of this, his first was a grandson and this next one had been declared the same from the scan.
He asked her if she would sometimes do him a favour and buy stuffed animals she thought a baby might like, he liked to send little presents, sometimes books but he wanted to send little friends too. She liked that about him, his shy sensitivity, the more she got to know him, the better she liked him, he was a simple man with a keen understanding and a deep empathy for people.
His office had received an enormous grant from a donor to chair a study on the debilitating disease that had taken his son. It would be very satisfying doing this type of work she thought, helping to create the documents for his research.
The doctor was pleased with his assistant, he respected her capabilities and was a little envious of her husband, he recognized her type of woman, willing to please, hard working, submissive, very much the way his wife had been and she too had been plump.
He missed her still after these 4 years, missed her love for him the most. But he'd had his time and should content himself for having had it at all, not many people get to experience the level of completeness he and his wife had known.
Joe had a heart attack in January, blew the socks right off Zoë, she was terrified of losing him, he'd been spared once before she prayed so hard that he'd be spared again, she needed him too much to lose him, she willed him to get better, touching him and relaying through that touch, how much he was needed, get better, get better, get better, and he did.
They put a couple of stents in the artery that was blocked, he recuperated a few days then was sent home, Zoë got time off to stay with him until he was well enough to stay alone.
Doc had needed some files on her computer and had needed to call her for her password, which she'd given to him with a slight hesitation. She had other files she didn't want him to see, specifically one of erotic stories she'd written. She reasoned that he probably would not find them as she'd placed them within a font file, with a bogus font name. He'd never have a reason to look there.
He'd wondered at her hesitation and so did a search for certain words in all files, he recognized a certain file listed several times so he clicked on it and it brought him to a word document, en erotic story written by zoëloves. He clicked on the first title and was transported into the lush arms of his mistress, whiling away an afternoon playing boss and secretary in a very sensual way. Her fantasies were there in black and white and he was very pleased that she saw him as that sexual a being, she gave him far too much credit, he smiled.
He enjoyed her story, it was at times funny and at times very insightful as to how she saw him, she'd nailed a few character traits dead on. He smiled, he would do the same, write an erotic tale involving the two of them, showing her what he'd picked up from her, she'd be surprised at how much she'd revealed to him.
He wrote the story and posted it in the same file as she'd posted her stories, giving himself the pen name, Adam.
When Zoë returned to work a few weeks later she was very busy catching up from the temp who'd replaced her, there was a lot of data entry to do and reports to get, the deadline was coming up very quickly.
He watched her as she worked, he didn't think she'd seen his story yet, she acted normally around him, he knew he'd see it in her reaction, the blush would be a dead give away, and he'd written several passages that would without a doubt have her blushing.
There was an over the knee spanking scene, she'd alluded to it lightly in her story, he'd immediately picked up on it and thought of course. His wife too had enjoyed a spanking, he'd been wary at first but she was such a little brat, he'd just had to punish her, it wasn't painful, he was very sensuous in his spankings, she found her wanton self from them, he'd reaped so much pleasure, how could he have ever thought it perverted.
So he'd given Zoë's heroine a sensuous adventure over her bosses knee, now it was up to her to explore how she felt about it, she'd do it honestly he knew.
To be continued, perhaps.
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The first day of any new job is nerve-wracking. No amount of preparation or confidence in your abilities can ever really quell the nerves. Mostly, for me, it's about meeting new people. I hate it; it's so fake and forced and just awful. Sure, I might make a few friends eventually. But that first day - it's the worst.
So, when I walked into Goodman and Stern on that sunny August day, I was trying to hold my head high, look approachable, friendly. The opposite of how I felt. I smiled and shook hands with people as I met them, then began setting up my desk next to who I supposed would become my new cubicle-buddy, an older woman named Cindy. Churchy, judgmental, trying-too-hard type, I could tell right away. She gave me a tight little smile and a perfunctory handshake, looking me up and down with thinly veiled distain. As the day wore on, I was taken on tours and given names of people to call for help should I need it. I felt overwhelmed by all the information, paperwork and training manuals and by lunchtime I needed a break, so I sat in my car and trying to do breathing exercises, to no avail. I went back inside and tried to start in on some of the training papers that needed to be turned in by the end of the week.
Then I saw him. I couldn't remember his name, wasn't even sure I had ever known it. But you know when you just know a face? The set of a jaw, the shape of the eyes. I knew I had met him somewhere, he was so familiar to me. But I just couldn't place him. I'd been staring for a few moments when he approached me.
"Hi. Samuel Page. I'm the manager of this department. And you are...?" He stuck out his hand, cocking his eyebrow at me. Handsome, boyish good looks, dark hair and blue eyes, tight body, obviously worked out... I struggled to speak, as the realization of who he was dawned on me suddenly, like a sucker punch to the gut. I felt the blood drain from my face and my entire body tense. I couldn't tell if he recognized me yet. If he did, he was good at hiding it. Oh, but I bet he'll remember after a while...
I sucked in a deep breath and shook his hand with as much warmth and enthusiasm as I could muster, given my intense reaction to his presence. "Oh, Hi...Mr. Page. I'm Zoe. Zoe Wallace. It's very... nice to meet you." I said, thankful that my voice sounded level and only slightly shaky, which could be passed off as typical first day jitters. Everyone gets 'em, right?
He let go of my hand and smiled congenially. "Welcome to the team, Zoe. We're glad to have you. Please let me know if you need any help as you get accustomed to everything here. I'm just over there in that office," he said, waving an arm behind him to indicate a corner office with windows facing into the main hub, blinds currently pulled up.
"Great. Yes. I'll...do that." I sputtered, sounding more and more idiotic as the conversation wore on. I smiled, my most charming smile, and continued, "Thank you, Mr. Page. I guess I'll just finish getting set up here."
"Of course. I'll leave you to it." With a quick smile, he turned and walked to his office. I noticed that he closed the blinds when he went in this time. I hoped he wasn't in there, thinking about where he knew me from.
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I'd met Samuel Page a lifetime ago. Well, met is a very loose term. I'd seen him. He'd seen me. That was about it, but it was enough to make me rethink this job for fear of recognition.
It had been 8 years ago, when I was 19, at a frat party. I'd dragged my friend along, despite her protests, in hopes of scoring some weed and sucking some guy's cock in the basement. I'd gotten a lot more than I'd bargained for. The air had been thick with testosterone, with drunken cries and smoke and thudding music blaring from cheap speakers. I hadn't had anything to drink, in fact, I was stone-cold sober the whole night. Totally aware of what I was doing. I had teased a lot of the guys, with little grabs and pets here and there. A promise of more to come. Oh, and how it had come. By midnight, I'd been stuffed full of cock. I was dick-drunk. Fucking, sucking, unable to stop the whirlwind that had somehow consumed me. I'd always fantasized about it, being used by multiple men, their come on my face and tits, drying there, marking me as a whore. Somehow it had all just unfolded. There was a guy, on the periphery, I could tell he wanted a turn. Wanted a ride on the fuck machine, so to speak. But he'd been a bit shy about it, and retreated to his room for the night at some point, I'd assumed. I'd been wrong, though, because later he had reemerged to join the party once more, this time armed with a polaroid camera. I'd been so far gone, I hadn't cared a bit. In fact, I remember giving him a thumbs up for one picture, one cock in my mouth, another in my pussy, and another guy pouring beer all over my tits.
Samuel Page had been the guy with the camera. I knew that with sickening surety.
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On the ride home, I try to calm myself. Rationalize. It's fine; I'm different now. A new woman. Married, with a house in the suburbs. No kids yet, but Mark is adamant that we start trying. I keep taking my pills, though. I'm just not ready yet.
What could Page do? There's no way in hell he'd actually kept the pictures, all these years. And they'd been taken long before Instagram and Facebook and Tumblr and whatever other online nonsense you can think of. So I'm safe. It's ok. Nothing to worry about, nothing to see here, folks, move along.
I just can't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe... he had kept the pictures.
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My first week goes fine. No major mess-ups or embarrassing moments. So far, no sign that my boss remembers me. In fact, he's friendly. Charming. And, yes, a little cute. According to all the other girls in the office, that is. I'm happily married, not looking at other guys, not wondering how big their cocks are or how much they come. No. Not me. Definitely not.
As Friday comes to a close, I allow myself to relax a little. I was just overthinking things; he never even suspected anything. All I am to him is the new girl, nothing special, nothing interesting. The thought makes me feel calm.
Cindy, my new cubicle mate, approaches me as closing time rolls around on Friday. "Zoe, we thought it might be fun to go out for a few drinks, celebrate your first week?" She says, her voice too high pitched and whiny. The woman just irritates me; I don't even exactly know why. Something about the way she wears her hair and makeup, the tight little smile she gives the younger guys in the office, as if she's trying to say, "Yeah, I've still got it. I'm sexy. Right?"
I try not to grimace at her when I reply. "Aw, thanks Cindy, but I have plans. With my husband. Maybe next week?" I ask, trying to be cordial, friendly. No need to make enemies within the first month. She accepts my rejection with a little pout which quickly turns to a fake smile. "Of course, you enjoy! See you Monday, girl!" Girl? I think irritably. Neither one of us is a girl, Cindy. Time to face facts. I smile back and tell her to have a nice weekend, then, shouldering my purse, I turn to leave.
I'm halfway to the elevator when I hear someone shouting my name. "Zoe? Hey, Zoe!" Page. I stop dead in my tracks, heart hammering in my chest. I slap a big, insincere grin on my face before wheeling around to face him. I jump. He'd gotten much closer to me, and I almost run smack into him before I catch myself. In the calmest voice I can command, I reply, "Yes, Mr. Page? Is there... something you need before I go?"
He has an apologetic look on his face, and gives a small shrug. "I'm really sorry, Zoe, but yeah, I could use a little help before you leave for the weekend. I have a really big meeting coming up - we're looking to acquire a massive account - and I need to ask you something before the clients come next week." He smiles, looking sheepish and almost schoolboyish. But there's something in his eyes that makes me wary. A certain hungry quality I've seen before.
I sigh, not really trying to hide my disappointment at having to stay. "Yeah, of course. I'll help in any way I can. I just have to text my husband, he was expecting me." I go to pull out my phone and notice the way his eyes dance with mirth at the mention of my husband. Interesting.
I follow Page to his office after texting Mark a quick heads-up that I'd be staying late. He'd be fine with it, we're looking to save up to get a dog sometime in the near future anyway. I'd always said I needed a pet before a kid, so that's the next step. A puppy. Maybe a Corgi, or a Puggle. Something cute and sweet and cuddly, not too big or slobbery. I'm lost in thoughts of my future pet when I sit down in the chair opposite Page's. His office is a decent size, but sparse. No pictures, no personal touches. Just a large desk, his computer and some file cabinets in the corner. Not even a plant.
We're both sitting, staring at each other from across the desk, and there's a weird tension in the air. I have a sick feeling in my stomach. He smiles, a wolfish, feral grin. Wicked. Evil. Hungry.
"Ah, Zoe. Our newest employee. You know, I've been watching you. And I think you're going to excel here at Goodman and Stern. I just... have a feeling. A hunch, if you will. So, I've decided to go with my gut, as the saying goes, and offer you a promotion."
I'm genuinely taken aback. I can't believe I'd let me nerves get to me like that. A promotion? Seriously? I let out a long sigh of relief. "Oh my gosh, wow... I don't know what to say," I begin, laughing a little at my own silliness.
Page holds up a hand to stop me. "Now, hold on, honeybunch, I'm not done. I wanted to go over the job duties before you accept. This position will involve considerably more... work... on your part." He says, placing his elbows on his desk, leaning forward.
I nod, enthusiastically, ignoring the pet name, and start again: "Oh, of course, but I'm totally up for it..."
He laughs and cuts me off once more: "Oh, I've no doubt about that, Zoe, none at all. Let's go over the duties, though, shall we?"
He reaches down into a desk drawer and pulls out a thick envelope as well as a small, fancy shopping bag. Very feminine. The label on it says La Perla. As he arranges the items on his desk, he starts talking.
"Ah, Zoe. On your first day, I knew I'd seen your face somewhere. It took me all week to place it - but it finally came to me one night while I was at the gym, on the treadmill. It was so crazy I had to go home and check, just to make sure. Dug out the old treasure chest in the back of my closet. By golly, I was right. I've never been so glad to be a pack rat! Now, I already know the answer, but I'd like to hear you say it: Do you know who I am?"
My stomach is churning and I feel like I might puke bile. My face is numb from all of the blood leaving it so suddenly. So I was right. He does know. He remembers. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can't lie, it's written all over my face. I've never been known for my ability to hide my emotions. I try to summon my voice, but all that comes out is a squeaky whisper: "Yes."
Page smiles, that same wicked grin. "Good girl. Oh, Zoe. I never got my turn. I can't believe how fucking perfect it is. I mean, fuck, sometimes life is so goddamned good."
He chuckles to himself, delighted with this turn of events, and continues: "So. Your new duties as my PA. Well, first off all, I want you to stop wearing that prudish church goer shit. Get some new pencil skirts. Short. Thigh high stockings, with a backseam. Heels. Good ones, at least 4 inches. Sexy. No Payless shit either. As far as your job duties, they will be... strenuous. I can fuck you whenever I want. However I want. Ass, pussy, mouth - they're all mine now. I own them. Anytime you're on the clock is a time I can have my way with you. And you will never turn me down or deny me in any way. Is that clear?"
I'm shaking all over, and it takes all the courage I have to speak. "Fuck you. I don't have to do shit. You don't know anything about me, and you don't have any proof even if you did. I have money," I lie, "How much do you want?"
He just laughs, heartily, like I've just told the most charming joke. "I don't want your fucking money, and I already know you don't have any to give." As quickly as it started, the laughter is over and his tone is clipped, completely serious as he continues. "I'm going to get what I wanted all those years ago, at that frat party. You're going to give it to me. And you want proof? Here ya go, bitch." With that, Page reaches into the thick envelope on his desk and extracts a polaroid, sliding it across his desk so that it's in front of me.
I snatch it up, wishing I had a lighter to set it on fire. The color hasn't even faded from the picture, it looks as if it was taken just yesterday. In it, I'm on my knees, sucking an enormous cock, spit and cum hanging off my chin in sticky ropes. The image repulses and intrigues me. I had forgotten how it was. How I was. I feel sick, and I shove the polaroid into my purse, intent on destroying it once I get home.
Page laughs again. "Keep it, honey. I've got more where that came from, and all of them scanned into my computer, as well as backup USB sticks and other prints. So, about the rest of your job duties. I want you wearing lingerie everyday, too. I bought you some to get you started. I had a feeling you probably married some lame ass dickwad who says inane shit like 'sweatpants are sexy.'" He says this with a derisive snort and passes the La Perla bag to me. "I want you to wear the red thing on Monday. Give me a little show to start off our new working relationship."
I feel like I've been nailed to the chair I'm sitting in and someone has placed sandbags on my shoulders. I slump, utterly defeated. If I could take even the slightest risk of Mark finding out, I would refuse Page, tell him to shove his stupid polaroids up his ass. But that's not an option. Mark knows nothing about my secret slutty past, still believes (God bless him) that I was a virgin on our wedding night. And I'd like to keep it that way.
I look Page in the eye, wishing that looks could, in fact, kill. "Fine." I spit between my teeth and grab the La Perla bag, getting up to go.
"Ah, wait one more moment Zoe. I'd like you to say, 'Thank you for this opportunity, sir. Is there anything else?'" When I don't respond immediately he makes an impatient gesture and prods, "Go on, say it then..."
Through gritted teeth and a painfully clenched jaw, I manage to say the words. "Thank you for this opportunity... Sir. Is there anything else before I go?"
Page smiles and claps his hands like an eager child on Christmas morning. "Actually, slut, there is one more thing." His smile fades and his voice turns steely. "Give me your panties." He holds out his hand expectantly.
My cheeks burn with humiliation but I shimmy out of my underwear quickly, dropping them on the desk, avoiding his outreached hand, and then turn quickly to leave. As I walk out the door, I hear his voice behind me.
"See you Monday..."
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For the first time since we got married, I'm actually glad when Mark tells me he's agreed to work overtime this weekend. I need time alone to think, to process the events of this evening. And apparently, I'll need some time to shop for new skirts, lingerie and heels as well.
When I arrive home on Friday night, Mark is waiting with dinner and a glass of wine. As well as a beautifully wrapped gift, sitting right in the middle of the kitchen table. I rush to him, arms outstretched, and he wraps me in a warm embrace, making me feel for a moment as if everything will be ok. It has to be. Right?
We sit down for dinner and I make a gesture at the gift. "What's that, Mark?" I ask, genuinely interested. Did I forget someone's birthday, or anniversary? I wonder for a moment.
Mark's face splits into a wide grin. "It's for you. For finishing your first week at your new job. Go on, open it." He's as eager and sweet as a golden retriever.
I smile, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach at the mention of my job. "Oh, honey, you didn't have to do that.." I trail off as I tear off the paper and stare, completely taken aback. "Oh my god. Mark. What the...how did..." I'm so excited, so surprised, I can't even finish my sentence. In my hands is a brand new MacBook Pro, a laptop. I've been wanting a new computer for over a year, when my college one finally went to the great electronics recycling plant in the sky, but when we bought the house, we had to sacrifice a lot of material wants. I stare at my husband, completely slack jawed.
He's grinning like the cat who ate the canary. "I've been saving for a while. I'm so proud of you, Z, you really deserve this. And now you can write that book you've been wanting to write forever!"
I had almost forgotten my passion for writing in the years since college. I'd been an English major, had loved reading the classics, writing papers and poetry, dreaming of the day I'd write and publish my own masterpiece. I can't help the tears that well up, the gesture is too much after a day like I've had. It kills me to lie, even if it's a lie by omission, to this sweet man. I feel like I've hoodwinked him, betrayed his trust. Like I'm not worth the dirt in our yard, let alone this expensive and thoughtful gift.
Mark brushes my tears away tenderly. "Z, I'd give you everything if I could. You are so precious to me." I'm sobbing now and I'm sure he thinks I'm crazy. Dinner is officially abandoned, and we practically run to the bedroom, where I thank him thoroughly and repeatedly, until we both fall asleep, tangled together in a heap of sweaty limbs.
I dream of being tied to a large mahogany desk and choking on my own underwear.
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On Monday morning, I walk into work at 8 A.M. sharp, holding my head as high as possible, considering how incredibly inappropriate I feel. The skirt I've worn is about 4 inches shorter than the ones I wore last week, baring quite a lot of thigh for an office environment and the heels are distinctly stripper-y, not professional in the least.
My husband was certainly not on board with the new dress code. While getting dressed that morning, he kept looking me over, one eyebrow cocked. Finally, he had come out with it over breakfast.
"Uh, honey? Zoe? I think you look beautiful, of course, but that skirt is a little... tight...and, uh, short...don't you think?" He'd said, practically choking on the words.
I tried to look surprised. "Really? You think so? Do you think I've gotten fatter?" I put on my poutiest face and looked as sad as a kicked puppy dog.
He had looked incredibly embarrassed, a furious red blush creeping up from his collar. "No... no of course not, sweetheart. You look amazing. Sexy. Perfect." He'd swallowed, hard, and gone back to his toast.
I hadn't said another word, and left the house feeling like a total slut. But what the fuck else was I supposed to do? Tell my husband what I had been in high school and college? Make him hate me? What good would it do? No, much better to go along with the program and do what Mr. Page asks. He'll get bored eventually and everything will just... go away. The nightmare will end.
When I reach the office, Page beckons me in and motions for me to close the door. "The heels are good, but the skirt isn't tight enough. Let me see the underwear," he says, with absolutely no preamble, not even a simple good morning.
I stare him in the face and hike the skirt up over my thighs, exposing the tiny red scrap of fabric he'd given me on Friday. He sucks in a breath and gives a low whistle.
"Turn around," he says, and I comply, showing him my ass before quickly yanking the skirt back down. "Oh, fuck yes. That ass. I'm going to have a lot of fun with that thing...Show me the bra now." His voice is low and ragged.
I slowly unbutton my blouse and expose my bra to his burning gaze. The set, I have to admit, is gorgeous. Thin, lacy fabric in a shocking red that compliments my skin tone perfectly. To be honest, I had quite admired the way it looked when I'd put it on in the mirror this morning.
This time, a low moan escapes Page's throat. "Perfect," he murmurs, and I can see him trying to gather himself. "Well, first thing's first, go clear out your desk and move all your stuff to the desk right outside my office. You're my PA, after all, and I need you within arm's reach..." He smirks as I arrange my outfit so that I'm once again totally dressed. He hands me an empty banker's box and motions me out the door, his eyes never leaving my ass as I walk out.
I walk quickly back to my desk, where I begin clearing it off, putting things haphazardly into the box. Cindy notices my packing and rushes over to me.
"Oh my God, Zoe, what on Earth is going on?? Have you been let go? After just one week?!" She practically squeals. I hate her so much and her outburst is not helping my opinion of her. Stupid bitch.
"No, nothing like that Cindy. I'm actually going to be Mr. Page's... personal assistant." I say, between gritted teeth, spitting out his name like poison.
Cindy's eyes grow wide and her mouth forms an exaggerated 'O' and she exclaims, "Oh, girl, you are so lucky! He is soooo hot... I mean, I would not kick him outta bed, if you get what I'm saying!" The obnoxious woman winks at me, like we're sharing some fun girl talk. I hate her even more.
"I don't see it, personally. Plus, I'm happily married, Cindy." I say, which is pretty evil of me considering Cindy's recent and painful divorce, which I heard was office gossip fodder for months. Cindy gives me a little half smile and walks back to her desk, clearly pissed.
Oh well, I think, I won't have to see her too much from now on I guess.
I finish moving by lunchtime and am settling into my new desk, trying to get some work done, when Page sticks his head out of his office. "Zoe? Can you come in here? And bring a notepad, I'll need you for a bit," he winks at me and ducks back inside.
Heart hammering in my chest, I stand up and walk as calmly as possible into the office, shutting the door quietly behind me, feeling like everyone outside in the office knows our secret. I feel dirty, slutty, and, as much as it pains me to admit it, more than a little excited.
Once the door is locked, Page sinks into his big leather chair and faces me. "I didn't get a good enough look at you earlier. Strip for me. And make it pretty. I want to inspect my new property."
I roll my eyes and start unbuttoning my shirt, slowly, but with no apparent enthusiasm. My hands shake slightly and I hope he doesn't notice. I shrug out of the shirt and pull the pencil skirt down, kicking it off once it's around my ankles.
"Come here," he says, his voice daring me to disobey.
Of course, I don't, and I walk boldly over to where he sits, determined to continue holding my head high, even when I feel I can sink no lower.
"Turn around and put your arms on my desk, stick your ass up in the air for me." Page murmurs, his hand running from the back of my knee all the way up my thigh, gently squeezing my ass. I comply quickly, just wanting to get whatever he's got in mind over with. Suddenly he spanks me, hard. "That's for not undressing pretty enough. You looked bored. Next time I ask you to strip, I want you to give it some effort. I know what you can do..."
I try to remind myself that I hate him, hate this, should take absolutely no pleasure in the feel of my boss's rough, warm hands on me. My body isn't listening though, and my nipples are painfully hard, my pussy throbbing already, seeking out pleasure in the face of this terrible wrongness.
He's still rubbing my ass when he takes his other hand and slaps the inside of my thighs, hard, making me yelp. "Spread your legs apart, slut," he whispers. I obey, biting my lip to keep from groaning.
He takes his hand away from my butt and uses both hands to grab my hips from behind. Suddenly, I feel his face pressed up against my ass, nose buried in my crack, mouth almost right over the entrance of my pussy. He licks once, on the outside of my panties, a long, slow, teasing lick that lights every nerve of my traitorous body on fire. This time I can't help but moan. It makes him chuckle, a low, dark sound that has little humor in it.
"Oh, my little slut likes that, does she? Hmm." With this, Page pulls aside my panties and shoves a finger into me, meeting no resistance whatsoever. In fact, it feels like my body welcomes him in, sucking greedily, using some secret feminine muscles to pull him deeper.
He adds another finger and uses his other hand to rub tight little circles around my clit. It's insane how good it feels and soon I'm writhing and bucking on his desk. He slows down, probably wanting to prolong the torture. He leans down and whispers in my ear, still fingering me excruciatingly slowly: "Tell me about the biggest cock you ever sucked, my little whore. Tell me all about it, and I'll let you come..."
How easy it is to slide right back into the slutty mode I lived in for nearly 5 full years. So long ago now, but so simple to just let it take over. A few slaps on my ass, Page's fingers touching my pussy, and I'm panting like a bitch in heat, knowing I would do just about anything now.
Goddamnit. I hate myself in this moment, but can't stop.
The image floods my mind suddenly, of a guy I had picked up in a sleazy bar when I was 21. He was a skinny dude, bordering on scrawny, and I remember how incredibly shocked I was later that night when he dropped his pants and revealed the biggest cock I'd ever seen outside of a bad porno. It was huge, about 9 inches by my estimation, thick and veined, the head so enormous it wouldn't fit in my pussy until he used about a gallon of lube. Even then, it was a tight, painful fit. But sucking it was glorious. Choking on it, sticky ropes of spit and cum dripping from my mouth to the floor. I tell Page every single detail, including how the guy came all over my face and made me clean every drop off and swallow it before he fucked me. Telling him this while he fingers me slowly is killing me, emotionally and physically, and tears leak out of my eyes as I realize that I haven't changed at all since high school.
As big an asshole as Page is, and as much as I hate him right now, he's true to his word, and as I finish my story, I feel the tempo of his fingering increase. His hand leaves my clit and he flips me over, directing me to sit on the edge of his desk and lean back. He continues sliding two fingers in and out of me, then lowers his face to my pussy and licks, slowly at first, then faster, sucking my clit and fluttering his tongue over it. It only takes a minute of this before I'm bucking my hips into his face, panting and writhing and moaning, a constant stream of "don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tfuckingstop" spilling from my lips unbidden. He definitely doesn't stop, and I come, biting my lip so hard I taste blood in my mouth as my orgasm crashes through me.
I collapse back on his desk, chest heaving, my heart hammering in my chest so hard it feels like it could burst out of my ribcage at any moment. Page wipes his face on the inside of my thigh and stands, adjusting his erection in his pants, tucking it up under his belt, saying, "I have a meeting to attend. I'll be back in an hour. Make sure the Henderson account notes are typed and ready to go by then." And then he's gone, without so much as a backwards glance.
After he leaves, I try to gather myself in some semblance of normalcy. I try to remind myself of my new life; my husband, the home we share, the dog we will be getting together, how happy this all makes me. How happy this all should make me.
I know deep down that I'm not normal. There's something wrong with me, something fundamental missing from my genetic material. I'm supposed to enjoy making love, being held and cuddled and stroked gently. I should want sex less than my husband and be ready only when he desires me. My sexuality should fit into a nice compact little box, readily available when required, easily stored away when deemed unacceptable. That's not really how I've found it to work, though.
I get the notes Page requested together, concentrating on work as hard as possible, hoping to push all of these thoughts from my mind. He strolls back into his office exactly one hour later, as promised, and crooks a finger at me, signaling me to follow. I realize that he hadn't gotten off earlier. I guess this is it, then. The moment of truth. I sigh and follow reluctantly behind him, my shoulders slumped, face neutral.
Entering the office, I feel like I'm suddenly inside the tiger cage at the zoo. Electric, hungry energy is pouring off of Page in waves, I can feel it as solidly as the ground under me. I'm surprised when he doesn't pounce on me immediately. Instead, he situates himself rather calmly behind his desk, placing his elbows on the flat surface and forming a steeple with his fingers, staring at me. I can tell he's fighting some sort of inner battle, making a decision. He takes a deep breath, and reaches into a drawer, pulling out an official looking envelope.
Handing it to me across the desk, he says, "These are the details of your raise. You're also entitled to increased medical benefits and two more weeks paid vacation as my PA."
I must admit, I was prepared for almost anything but this. I'm caught off guard, and I keep looking at the envelope and then at Page, back and forth a few times, not sure what to believe, how to react.
Pages speaks again, and this time his voice is a growl, reflecting the wild hunger I'd sensed when he first walked in: "Now get on your knees, and suck my cock. I want to see you demonstrate your intense gratitude."
I hear what he says, but his voice sounds like it's floating from miles away. I'm already wet. My lips tingle and my mouth salivates in anticipation. A Pavlovian response, impossible to un-condition. I walk over to Page with as much decorum and confidence as I can muster at the moment and sink to my knees in front of him, trying my hardest not to look too eager. But I can't help it.
My hands tremble a little as I unhook his belt and unzip his slacks, reaching in his briefs for his already hard cock. It springs free, throbbing and angry looking. I wonder if he was hard throughout his whole meeting, looking forward to this. His cock is incredibly thick and I worry that my mouth isn't up for the task, being so out of practice.
Turns out, sucking a thick cock is like riding a bike. You just don't forget how. I look up at Page from my kneeling position and stick out my tongue, taking one long lick from the base to the head. I'm rewarded with a little twitch, and, deciding to commit wholeheartedly (the little slut in me can't deny how much she loves this), I swallow the whole shaft in one motion, gagging a little when the head touches the back of my throat. I work up a rhythm, making sure to use my hands to play with his balls and hold the base of his dick firmly. Soft wet sounds come from my mouth and a mixture of spit and precum leaks from my lips. I feel his balls tighten and suddenly he grabs my hair, first shoving my face into his pelvic bone, crushing my nose to his body and causing me to choke. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, smearing my makeup. Just as quickly, Page yanks me back off his cock and up to a standing position.
He roughly shoves a hand up my skirt, slapping the insides of my thighs, hard. "Open your legs, slut..." he snarls, and I shudder a little as I spread my legs, leaning back on the desk a little for support as I do.
Page pulls down the thin red thong I'm wearing, and slides two fingers into me easily, using the other hand to yank my head back by my hair. I hate how hot and wet I know I am, but I can't help it, it's like he has some roadmap of my inner workings, pointing directly to the places that set me on fire.
"You want it, don't you, you little slut?" He snarls, pinching my nipples over the top of my clothes, fingers working relentlessly inside me. I'm already starting to shiver, my breath quickening, I'm really close to coming, the sex crazed slut that I apparently am making herself known.
He pulls his fingers out of my pussy, and brings them to my mouth. "Lick me clean." Taken over by some wild lust, I grab his wrist and hungrily slobber all over his hand, sucking the taste of myself off of his fingers enthusiastically.
"Back on your knees." He shoves me down and starts to ruthlessly fuck my face. No subtlety, no finesse, just selfish need. I comply, opening my throat as much as possible and letting his hard length fill my mouth, breathing through my nose and concentrating on keeping my teeth covered. He comes then, deep and achingly hard, pumping spurt after spurt of hot come in the back of my throat, so much that I struggle to swallow it all. Page leaves me heaving on the office floor, zipping up and walking out, leaving the office for the evening.
"See you tomorrow, bright and early," he says as he closes the door. "Wear the black mesh stuff tomorrow, with the garters."
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After the blowjob in the office, I knew there was no turning back.
Page had seen me for what I was; I had utterly failed at burying my true nature. All the trappings of my perfect suburban housewife, vanilla-sex enjoying life are a farce, now exposed to his ruthless gaze. I cried the whole drive home, mostly because I had to admit that I had fucking loved every second of that little encounter earlier.
I pull up to the home Mark and I share, thanking my lucky stars that he wasn't home yet. Rushing to the master bathroom, I tear off my clothes and the slutty lingerie, chucking it in the laundry room. For the first time ever, I'm thankful that Mark doesn't do laundry. I turn the shower on the hottest setting my skin can take, hoping the water with somehow wash away the fact that I'm a whore now. In fact, it does the opposite. I can't stop thinking about having my face fucked by my boss. The sounds he made, the way his cock had thickened in my throat, his hands in my hair, crushing me, tears leaking from my eyes. And I had been so close to coming when he was fingering me... I can't help it. The showerhead is there, I'm fucking keyed up. I have to get off. I turn the detachable showerhead on "pulse" and lean against the tile of the shower, holding the stream of water about 6 inches away from my clit. It only takes about 30 seconds before I'm shaking all over and coming, my legs giving out. I feel worse instead of better. Not only am I letting Page fuck me, and enjoying it, but now I'm thinking about him when I masturbate. I'm in over my fucking head, I think as I turn the shower off and step out into the bathroom.
I give a loud scream as I realize I'm not alone. For a moment, I think it's Page, that he'd somehow broken into my house to completely ruin my life. Maybe he said, fuck the blackmail plan, I've fucked her, I'll still tell her husband. My heart thumps so hard it feels like it will pound through my chest.
"Honey? Are you in here? It's so foggy!" Mark's voice calls from the doorway.
I swallow, hard, trying to make my voice steady. "Yeah, sweetie, I'm here. I just needed a hot shower. You scared me!"
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to say hi," he says, sweetly. That's Mark. Always. So. Fucking. Sweet. I sort of hate him in this moment.
"Oh. Well, hi." I say, lamely, walking into our bedroom, drying my hair with a towel. My phone is on our bedside table and it buzzes. I stand at our dresser, putting on yoga pants and a tank top. It buzzes again, impatient for me to check a new message. Mark lifts an eyebrow at me as he unbuttons his work shirt.
"Gonna get that, Z?" He asks.
"Hm? Oh, yeah." I walk over and pick up my phone, and see Page's cell phone number with the message to meet him outside my house in 15 minutes. All of the blood drains from my face. Mark, of course, the sweet and attentive man that he is, notices.
"Everything ok? Looks like you've seen a ghost!"
I try to laugh but it sounds like I'm wheezing. "Ha. Oh. No, it's fine. It's... Cindy. From work. She wants to grab a drink. I'm gonna just tell her I'm busy tonight." I try to give Mark a playful, flirty smile. It feels like a grimace.
I lose the texting war with Page, trying to say no, but after several back and forth messages, he says he's already on his way and that I'd better be outside waiting. The whole time it's happening, I pace the bedroom like a caged animal. Mark, luckily, has taken an interest in online poker lately and retires to his office to play some Texas Hold 'em. While his wife fucks her boss. By the side of the house, in plain view of any neighbors who would care to look.
Then I'm outside, pretending to take out the trash, which has approximately 4 cotton balls and some dryer lint in it. I see Page pull up and get out of the car, looking especially predatory in this personal setting. "You seriously cannot be here," I whisper frantically, "this has to end. Please..." My pleas are cut off when he grabs me and takes me to the side of the house by force, crushing his mouth over mine once we're in the darkness of the small alley next to my garage. I don't resist. I don't really want to resist. I want him to fuck me like he hates me, which I don't verbalize, but seems to intuitively know, and he's certainly up to the task.
He turns me around, yanking my yoga pants down to my knees, pushing my head into the wall, thrusting into my pussy in one fluid motion, meeting no resistance, my warm, wet depths inviting him, driving him to fuck me relentlessly. The idea that sweet, gentle Mark is sitting at his desk inside, barely 4 meters away, while my boss fucks me relentlessly, pumping me full of come, sends me over the edge. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he made me come, so I bite his hand but give no other indication. Page orgasms violently then, muttering about filling me with come and sending me back to my husband, but I barely hear him. He slips out of me and I stand, yank my pants back up and walk away, without a single backward glance.
I walk inside and go back to the bathroom, where I rinse off quickly, making sure there's no evidence of what's occurred. I go to bed, my mind still spinning with the images of what just happened. Mark comes up to join me in bed, wrapping his arms around me, nuzzling my neck, kissing my earlobe. All signs indicate that he wants sex. The idea that I would turn him down for the first time ever because of what Page has turned me into disgusts me. That would mean he wins. So I have sex with my husband, slow and gentle like he likes, and I don't come. I turn over in bed after and cry, wondering what the everloving fuck I'm going to do about this fucked up situation.
The next day, I wear the black mesh set with garters. And the tightest, shortest skirt I own. And the sluttiest blouse I can manage without it being a totally inappropriate outfit. I want Page to know he hasn't won.
Maybe by convincing him, I will somehow convince myself.
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I walk in to work the next day feeling confident that I can take some control back here. I can play this game, and possibly win, if I work it just right. So, I sashay in, hips swinging, knowing how incredible my ass looks in this skirt.
It seems to work, as Page's jaw practically drops when he sees me. He's pretty good at keeping his face neutral, though, and his surprised look vanishes as quickly as it came. He motions smoothly for me to come into his office, shutting the door behind me, barking orders immediately.
"Spread your legs wide, put your hands on the desk and arch your back. Really stick your ass up for me," he says, his voice edgy and just the slightest bit shaky.
I comply immediately, sneering a little, a hint of the defiance I feel on my face in knowing I caused him to lose a bit of that steely control he seems so proud of.
He leans forward then, peeling my skirt up to my hips, exposing the black thong and garter belt I'm wearing. I hear him groan, and feel his hands digging into my ass cheeks, squeezing greedily, spreading my ass apart. Then, he sinks to his knees behind me and licks, long and slow, his heavy tongue sliding along the outside of my panties, causing me to writhe and moan.
Then, his voice: "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
I bit my lip and nod, reluctant to admit it, but unable to deny it. Page stands suddenly, pushing my soaked underwear aside, sliding two fingers into me from behind, using slow, firm motions, working deeper, pressing into me, feeling the incredible wetness and heat there.
"Say it," he growls into my ear, pausing his ministrations to wet his thumb in my pussy before sliding it into my ass, then slipping three fingers into my dripping cunt.
"Yes..." I hiss, my teeth clenched, feeling myself on the verge of orgasm, his fingers and thumb working in perfect circles inside me, hitting every sensitive spot at once.
"Say please," Page taunts, and my knees give out a little, a moan escaping my lips unbidden.
I clamp my mouth shut, unwilling to beg, and he pulls his fingers out of me, then walks around the desk and shoves his hand in my mouth.
"Suck my fingers clean, and say 'Please fuck me.'" Page commands, his voice cold and hard and uncompromising.
I suck his fingers and look him in the eye, determined to win somehow. "Make me," I whisper.
His eyes narrow to slits as he stares at me. Then, suddenly, he grabs me, hauls me up onto his desk, pulling open a drawer. From it, he pulls several lengths of soft cord. Within moments, he has me hog tied, ankles, wrists and knees tied together. Simple, but effective. He's definitely had practice, I think wildly, not really processing what has just happened.
Another cord gags me, and Page finished by looping a last cord around my knees, and over my neck, leaving me completely trussed up and helpless on the desk, knees pulled up around my shoulders.
"I gave you..." he sneers, slapping my ass hard with an open hand, "A chance." Another slap, each one punctuating his speech. "You could've been good." SLAP. "You could've said 'PLEASE'" SLAP. "You could've asked to be fucked..." Another slap, on my pussy, making me jolt and flood with wetness. "But..." SLAP, my ass burning now... "You tried to be clever."
He smacks my tits again, setting them shaking, my nipples getting harder and harder as the slaps increase in savagery. Then he plunges three fingers back into me, rhythmically pumping them, the squishing and squelching noises seemingly spurring him on.
"I was going to give you what you wanted. I was going to fuck you hard, over this desk, I was going to use you like I know you've been dying to be used. Like a slut, like a worthless goddamn whore whose only fit to be fucked full of come and dumped at the side of the road..." he says, voice rising as his anger becomes more apparent.
Abruptly, he stops pumping his fingers inside me, probably sensing how close I am to coming. A tiny whimper escapes my gag.
"Now you can watch instead whilst I give someone else all the cock you would've gotten."
He dumps me unceremoniously onto the floor under his desk, throwing my crumpled blouse and skirt on top of my prone form. I can hear him pick up the phone and dial, then a nasally female voice answers.
Page's voice, again, low and cool and inviting, sensual even. "Hello, Cindy? Can you come into my office please? Bring a notepad, I'm going to need you for a while..."
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So, here I am, tied up, turned on beyond any rational thought, and shoved under my boss' desk. And I think he's going to fuck Cindy. Cindy. It makes me shudder with a combination of hatred (of him and her, equally), envy, anger, and, Jesus Christ it's true... lust. I wriggle around under the desk so that my face is pressed to the floor. There's a slight opening that I can see out of, and I have a decent view of the two chairs that sit opposite Page's. I hear footsteps approaching and a rap on the door.
His voice, calm, inviting. "Cindy? Come on in, lovely." Fucking bastard. She already wants to fuck you, I think, stop playing it up so much. I roll my eyes, although no one has the benefit of seeing it.
Cindy's voice now, annoying. High pitched. Nasal. Eager, breathless. Stupid cunt. I think spitefully, though I'm not sure why. "Oh, um, hi Mr. Page. What can I do you for? I mean, do for you?" A nails-on-chalkboard giggle escapes her mouth, like she's a 16 year old school girl rather than an almost 50 year old divorcee.
She's actually not that bad a person. For some reason, though, I just find her unbearable. She'd gotten a divorce a while back due to her husband cheating on her, and I felt bad enough for her, but her constant woe-is-me attitude never sat well with me. I'd overhear her talking to another divorcee in the office, saying things like "Well, Joe just wanted oral sex all the time, but I'm sorry, I can't do that sort of thing every three days! I guess he needed to get it somewhere, so he ruined our lives over it." I'd hear shit like this and feel a sense of exasperation. I'd kill to get my husband to fuck my face, I'd think, angry. It had created an irrational sense of hatred that was bubbling over at the moment.
Page's voice again, smooth as a hot knife through butter: "Please, Cindy, sit down. I'd love to talk to you about some opportunities within the department."
Opportunities my fucking ass, I think savagely. He sits at his desk and Cindy sinks into a chair in front of me. I can see up her skirt a little. I look away, not quite ready to deal with what's about to happen. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my lower back. Page kicked me! Fucking asshole, I think, turning my head slightly and nipping his ankle. I'd love to see his face right now. But he give no indication that he felt it, so I turn back and continue watching the show.
He makes idle small talk with poor Cindy, who's a hot mess from what I can see. She's squirming in her chair and looking all kinds of bothered. I wonder what sort of bedroom eyes he's staring at her with up there. Suddenly I hear the conversation turn to Cindy's divorce. He's all sympathy, saying "if you ever need anything, anything at all...I'm here for you." God I could throw up. Damn if it's not working, though. Cindy makes a joke about being friends with benefits.
I realize then that Page fucking made her come on to him. At this point, I have to admit... he's pretty fucking good at this. A real mater manipulator. I wonder if that's what makes him so angry, so spiteful, when he fucks me - that I didn't exactly offer myself up for this. I wonder if my reluctance, my defiance has anything to do with the way he grabs me and slaps me and treats me like a whore. I guess I'd better not stop being reluctant, I think, or the best sex of my life will end. It makes me a little sad to admit it, but fuck, it's true. I've never come so hard, in all my slutty years.
I realize I was lost in thought as I hear and feel Page leave his desk and cross the room, standing next to Cindy's chair. I can see up to mid torso, and I notice the bulge in his pants and wonder idly if it's really from dear old frumpy Cindy or from the knowledge that he has a little fuckslave tied up and gagged under his big mahogany desk.
"Well, Cindy, does this answer your question?" I hear him ask, placing her hand on his erection.
Cindy's breath is ragged, coming in random bursts. She lightly runs her fingers over Page's crotch outside of his slacks. I can just see her face, and it looks like all her dreams have come true. Christmas has come early, sweet little Cindy, I think randomly, and have to choke back a wild little giggle.
The rest of the build up is a blur. Soon, though, his shirt is off, Cindy running her fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest, looking dazed. He's really going textbook on her, complimenting her figure, kissing her neck and ears, playing with her breasts. Slowly, he gets a little rougher with her, and when she sinks down to give him a blow job I can tell he's pushing her head. Ah, but sweet Cindy hasn't had much practice it seems and she gags on that big cock. Not a pretty gag either. I swear I'll laugh hysterically if she pukes. She doesn't but she seems a little disgusted and he finally hauls her up, bends her over the desk in front of me, and eats her pussy and ass like a dog eating a bowl of oatmeal. Cindy, probably never having experienced such finesse, is a writhing mess. I can see her legs shaking and starting to give out and I hear her come with a loud "Oh my GOD!"
I have to admit that knowing he's making her come is doing some fucked up things to my brain. I'm throbbing all over, not just my pussy but every part of me it seems. The ropes are starting to get uncomfortable. All I can think about is the fact that I'm so hot right now, I'll let him fuck me after he's come in Cindy. It disgusts me, really, but I know I will. That's how bad I need it at this point.
I'm shaken from my reverie again by the unmistakable sounds of animalistic fucking. Cindy's bent over the desk, I can see both pairs of legs in front of me. Page is plowing her from behind it looks like. I can tell his hand is shoved in her mouth because my oh my our little Cindy is a squealer! He's whispering in her ear, but I can't make out what he's saying. It seems to be igniting Cindy's nerves, though, because she moans and pants after everything he says. I can tell he's gonna come soon, the pace has picked up from luxurious to frantic. I hear it moments later, the muffled "Hhnggghhhh" of satisfaction as he fills Cindy up with come.
The rest of the time is a blur, I can't think anymore. A haze of lust has clouded my thoughts, every single ounce of my brain power now focused totally on being fucked in every hole. I didn't realize it but a low moaning sound has been coming from me, for God knows how long, as the images of all the things I want Page to do to me flood my slutty brain: him, fucking me like this, trussed up or hogtied, using a hitachi on my clit while he fucks my ass, me, laying across the bed, head hanging off the side, as he fucks my face like it's my pussy and uses a riding crop to slap my tits and clit relentlessly. I'm shaking all over when Page finally leans his face down to look at me. Cindy is apparently gone to clean up.
He smiles at me and I start crying.
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I don't really know why I'm crying. I don't have the presence of mind at the moment to examine any deep emotions or thoughts, all I know is that I'm totally overwhelmed. I have the distinct feeling that some imaginary line has been crossed. A line I drew in the sand between my former self and my "new and improved self". I'm right back to where I started - depraved slut. Begging for more, getting off on pain and humiliation. Except now I've upgraded from a frat house to a corporate office, with the added problem of having other people in my life who could be seriously hurt by my actions.
The worst part? I don't actually care. Mark is just a buffer, a nice guy I sunk my hooks into in order to give myself some semblance of normalcy. To project a perfectly crafted image that I had thought up, packaged with a pretty bow, and claimed as my own. But that image is certainly not me. Not now. Not here, a crumpled mess under my boss' desk, tied up and enjoying the humiliation of having to listen to and watch him fuck someone else. But now it's over, Cindy's gone, probably dick-drunk at her desk, unable to complete the simple tasks required of her for the rest of the day.
Page is in front of me, his cock still out and covered in her juices, and his own cum, and it's semi-hard and he's telling me to clean it off and I'm doing it, eagerly, little noises coming from the back of my throat that I didn't even realize I was making. I barely register the taste, not caring, just wanting to feel something. I suck his dick like I'm trying to suck a bowling ball through a straw, licking the balls too, lost in my utter depravity. I can feel his cock coming completely to life, filling my mouth, and it excites me even more. I want to feel it in the back of my throat, choking me. Punishing me. All too soon, he's hauling me off, telling me to get dressed for a meeting. I dress quickly, in a daze, feeling like I exist somewhere in that twilight between sleep and wakefulness, the only reminder of the here and now a dull ache between my thighs, reminding me that I'm alive and I need to come and I'm a fucking whore.
We get in Page's car, an expensive little two seater that I'm sure Mark would have a much greater appreciation of than I do. I almost laugh out loud at the thought of Mark in this moment, but bite my lip hard to keep it from escaping. Instead, I give a strange little sob. I feel like I might actually be going insane. We pull up to a health food store, which baffles me. But, in my daze, I'm unable to comment, instead just sitting passively in the car as he runs in for whatever it is he's buying. Before long he's back and we're driving again, the drive becoming more and more familiar. I realize we're headed to my house. The one I share with my husband. No no no no no I think, not able to process this on top of everything else that's occurred.
Page pulls into my driveway and I stiffen, looking at him with quiet fury. "What is this?" I ask, not really expecting any response. I was right. He just stares at me, and offers me the choice between leading him inside nicely or walking naked around my neighborhood, finishing with a nice cumshot on my chest for all the neighbors to see. I know he's bluffing, that he would just force me in the house regardless, but I'm sure he's enjoying the thought nonetheless, and so instead of acknowledging it, I lead him inside as calmly as possible when my heart feels like it will beat through my chest.
I try to rationalize this. I'm being forced. Blackmailed. What am I supposed to do? Some part of me, the tiny little decent part I have, replies, quietly "Call it off. Tell your husband. Come clean. Apologize..." but I shake my head, not willing to damage my pride, not willing to give up the intense pleasure that Page has been able to give me, that physical pleasure mixed in with the heady excitement of wrongdoing. I am such a fucking bitch, I think. The thought doesn't arouse any particular emotion one way or the other. It's just a statement of fact, pure and simple.
Once inside, Page shoves me toward the stairs, urging me to lead him to the bedroom I share with my husband. The thought of fucking him there - in our bed, where Mark and I had our first time, where he sometimes makes me come (but only if I'm thinking really hard about what I'd rather be doing) - makes me wet, the horrible slut that I am. He kisses me then, invading my mouth with an expert tongue, claiming me, making sure I obey. But it was never really a question. I turn silently and open the door, then undress as directed. We're both standing now and my heartbeat quickens as he opens a jar of coconut oil - So that's what he purchased at the health food store - thinking of the filthy mess we'll end up making all over my lovely king size bed makes me salivate. Knowing he will be able to make me come again and again in a way that Mark never could makes my knees weak.
I wonder what makes Page's cock harder, the idea of violating me in the bedroom I share with my husband, or the sight of me as he smears coconut oil all over my tits, stomach, arms, making them shine and look almost luminous. His touch as he rubs me down is almost gentle, and if I close my eyes I could imagine someone who cares about me doing the same thing. But I don't close them, I stare at him, the knowledge of his - what is it exactly? - hatred, lust, anger, all of the above? - actually making the pleasure stronger, more primal. He leans down and takes one of my nipples into his greedy mouth, sucking and biting gently at first, then much harder, making me twitch and moan and ache with need. His mouth leaves me as he grabs another scoop of solid oil, which quickly melts when it meets the flesh between my thighs. He takes his time, covering every inch of my pussy with the now warm oil, fingers sliding along my slit, feeling like they're everywhere at once, until I'm shaking and about to come. He senses my closeness and quickly flips me over to my stomach so he can focus on slathering oil on my back and ass. Once I'm totally covered, I feel him start to work his fingers in and I realize he's going to fuck my ass. He's warming me up now with the oil and fingers, but soon enough, he will replace them with his thick, hard cock. The idea makes me hungry, needy. I haven't had a dick in my ass since college.
I want it. I need it. I don't want it. I don't need it. I hate it. I love you. I hate you. My thoughts are a psychologist's wet dream of cognitive dissonance and I squirm and writhe on the bed as his fingers invade me, now in both my ass and pussy, filling me up, tearing moans unbidden from my throat.
Then, it's my turn. Page pushes the other jar of coconut oil into my hands with the order to oil him up and I'm more than happy to oblige. All sense of decorum, of reluctant shyness I may have been clinging to, has vanished with the knowledge of what's about to happen, of what has been happening. My hands shake a little as I scoop some of the oil out and start to slather it on him, starting with his broad chest, feeling the hair underneath my fingers and suddenly, violently overcome with the desire to lick every inch of him.
I haven't had time or inclination until to get a proper look at his body, but I can certainly appreciate it now, and as I work the oil into every inch of his skin, I'm aware of how incredibly sexy he is. I hate him and love him all over again. I worship and revile him simultaneously. I finally reach his cock and eagerly coat it in oil, working both hands over the shaft, exploring every single centimeter of flesh.
We're both completely coated in the oil, our bodies warm and slick and wet and shiny, and then Page yanks my hair, directing me to get on all fours on the bed. I hear his voice, stern and commanding, from behind me: "Beg me to fuck your ass. Tell me why you want this thick cock to use you and fill you to the brim with come..." A low keening sound, almost like an animal in pain, escapes my lips, as I try to gather my thoughts and explain the depths of my depravity, beg him to satisfy some seemingly unquenchable thirst within me.
"Please. Please fuck my ass. I want... no. I need to be used like a filthy fucking slut. I want you to fuck me in every hole, fill me with come, make me your fucktoy..." I continue begging quietly, subtle, whimpering pleas as he starts to invade my ass.
As he enters, he seems to lose whatever modicum of control he had previously and rams the entire length of his hard cock into me, causing me to shriek in a glorious combination of pleasure and pain. I don't know what I'm saying anymore, only know that I'm still talking, like he's my fucking therapist and I need to tell him every sick and depraved desire that's ever crossed my mind. Soon, he's flipping me over on my back, reaching for something out of sight.
Soon enough I see what he was reaching for: a dildo, large, shiny, black, too thick to even consider putting inside me. But oh, he's definitely considering it.
"It's too big, no, don't, please..." I'm crying out, begging you not to, and in the same breath, as you slide it into me slowly, I'm begging you to keep going: "God, yes fuck, fuck mefuckmefuckpleaseplease..." Random strings of words tumble from my lips, begging you to stop, pleading for you to keep going, unable to decide whether it's the most pleasurable thing I've ever experienced or the worst.
Page works the length of the toy into my pussy slowly and then begins a rhythm, plunging it in and sliding it out, over and over, picking up momentum, until once again I feel myself on the precipice of climax, begging him to continue fucking my ass, asking for his cum. The final imaginary, invisible wall between depravity and normalcy has been demolished. Obliterated. I beg, I plead, I urge him to keep fucking me, fuck me like he hates me, like I've taken something precious and sacred from him. Like he's taken from me.
I feel the hot jets of cum filling my ass, and hear his ragged moans and animalistic grunts. The sensations drive me over the edge and I come harder than ever before, feeling like every nerve in my entire body has been lit on fire. After a few moments, he slides out of me and I feel come spilling out, onto the bed and my thighs and I can't even move or think or do anything but just lay there. I'm surprised when Page kisses me - a tender kiss, like we'd just made love, not fucked like wild animals. I stare absentmindedly at the ceiling while he goes to take a shower, deep within my own mind and thoughts, wondering what I'm going to do about Mark. Planning how I'll clean up and make sure that no trace of our frantic fucking is discoverable.
After he leaves, blessedly giving me the rest of the day off, I find the energy to shower and clean myself up, although it's going to be difficult to walk for the rest of the day, as my ass and pussy feel like they took on a battering ram. I strip the bed and stick the sheets in the washer, then vacuum my bedroom, light candles, clean the shower, and generally try to clean the smell of sex from the air. I'm hoping it works, or that Mark won't notice. I'm guessing the latter.
Mark pulls up in the driveway at 6pm, right on time. Never late, Mark. Always the gentleman. I glance at myself in the mirror. I look normal, I think, although I can see the guilt reflected in my eyes. I hope Mark remains as oblivious as I think he will. I've made his favorite meal, made sure the fridge was stocked with his favorite beer, and even baked a pie. A fucking pie. I went from getting my ass fucked by my boss while he slid a a huge toy in my pussy to baking a goddamn pie. The thought is so insanely odd that I can't hold in the insane giggle that escapes my mouth. I recover just as Mark walks in the door, shucking off his jacket and shoes, grinning broadly at me from the door.
"Hi honey, what smells so good?" He asks sweetly, leaning to kiss me. I have to suppress a shudder, I feel so incredibly dirty.
"I baked your favorite. Peach pie. Your mom's recipe." I say, trying to inject a lighthearted tone into my voice. I feel I'm failing miserably, but Mark doesn't seem to notice anything, so I guess I'm ok for the moment.
Mark grins at me like a schoolboy. "Wow babe. Thank you. You're amazing." He leans over to kiss me again but I shy away, turning as if I didn't notice. I turn toward the kitchen to put dinner on the table when I feel Mark's hand grab my wrist. "Babe? Come here, I want a kiss." He says, a confused look on his face.
I try to smile. "Oh sorry, of course." He kisses me, deeply, passionately, running his hands up and down my body. I shiver with revulsion but he takes it as excitement.
"God, I don't know what it is tonight, Z, but you look so beautiful. I'm not even hungry for dinner right now," Mark whispers in my ear. I bite my lip to hold in the cry that wants to escape.
"Mark? I'm sorry, I just don't feel up to it right now," I say, turning my husband's advances down for the first time ever. I'm a filthy slut, but I just can't bring myself to let Mark have sex with me right now. I just... can't do it. I'm too lost in the emotions still churning within me from earlier. I need more time. To think. To do something.
Mark is hurt, but takes it better than I had expected. He certainly would never force me like you would, which is part of the reason I don't even want him. I'm so fucked up. When dinner is over and I head to bed, Mark heads to play online poker and I find a text from Page on my phone: "Bring your sluttiest bathing suit to work with you tomorrow. I have a surprise." I know I should hate him, should text back "No. Fuck you. This is over." But I don't do any of that. Instead, I walk to my dresser and rifle through my swimsuits, passing up the retro style bikini with the high waist that Mark favors and grabbing the skimpiest black tie-side bikini I have, which I wore on our honeymoon. Mark had blushed when he saw me in it and insisted I couldn't wear it on the beach, only in the hot tub with him. I would have preferred to be naked in the hot tub, but... I shake my head to clear the thoughts away and stick the tiny scraps of fabric in my purse for tomorrow. I brush my teeth for the third time since you left, trying to scrub the taste of your parting kiss from my mouth, wishing that cleansing my mouth and body would somehow also cleanse my fucked up soul. I stare at myself in the mirror before I head to bed, where I fall asleep wondering what Page has in store for me tomorrow. And the next day, and the next...
That night, I sleep like someone drugged me. Dreamless and deep, my sleep stretched out in front of me as calm as Lake Michigan on a clear spring day. I woke suddenly, though, 2 hours before my alarm, the memories of everything that had happened between me and Page invading my perfect slumber and jolting me to life.
Mark sleeps soundly next to me, quiet snores punctuating his deep breathing. I sit up, pulling the comforter tightly around me. I feel my clit start to throb as I get lost in thoughts of yesterday. My boss fucking my ass and pussy, right here on this very bed. I can still smell the coconut oil, even over the scent of the candles I had lit after he left. I feel like touching myself, bringing myself off right next to my sleeping husband, but I can't do it. I'm already ashamed enough. What would I do if he caught me? No, I can't do that. But I can wake him up... rid myself of a little of this guilt by bringing him some pleasure... maybe I'll get off in the process, too, if I concentrate hard enough on remembering the way you fucked my ass with wild animalistic abandon.
I peel my tank top off and throw it in the corner, then roll over, hugging Mark from behind, my naked breasts pressed against his back. Slowly, I start sliding my hand down his body, brushing his hip, then his stomach, till finally, I rest my hand on his cock. Not hard, but that's ok. It will be soon.
I whisper softly in his ear, "Honey? I feel better this morning... wake up..."
I'm rewarded with a sleepy sigh of contentment and can feel him stirring under my hand. I squeeze his dick gently while kissing his neck. Constantly thinking of Page the whole time. His fingers, slick with coconut oil, fucking my ass and pussy simultaneously. His voice, demanding that I beg him to fuck my ass.
I rub more insistently, needing some release, needing to believe I can somehow make this up to him. I need to believe that I can be the good girl again. That I'm not a whore. That I can be whole without what Page has given me/taken from me.
Mark wakes up more fully and rolls to face me. "Wha...?" he starts to say, but I stop him with a gentle kiss, and bring his hands to my breasts, letting him feel how hard my nipples are, silently hoping that this time will change everything for me. For us. His cock is fully erect now, and I make my way down the bed until my face is level with his erection. Slowly, slowly I take the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, then engulfing his whole length in my hot mouth. I'm rewarded with a groan of pleasure from Mark. I keep going until he's rock hard and I'm scorching hot, wet, ready. I wish he would grab me, tell me what he wants to do to me, fuck my brains out until I can't stop coming.
Instead, he smiles sweetly at me and makes a move to climb on top of me, as usual. I know I won't come that way, so I grab his arms and push him back, signaling for him to lay back down. I place my legs on either side of his hips and sink down onto his cock, savoring the way it hits all the right spots inside me. I close my eyes and start to rock back and forth, my clit rubbing Mark's pelvic bone, feeling my orgasm already building as I think of doing this to Page. Riding his thick cock while he hold my hands behind me and pounds away from underneath. Or maybe he'd pull my head back by my hair and tell me to make him come, keeping his body completely still and making me do all the work, fucking him and using my hips to grind down on his dick, making us both come... Or maybe he would even grab my neck, applying only light pressure but making me feel totally overpowered even while being on top... him, slapping and pinching and biting my tits... the thoughts are tumbling through my mind faster and faster and my hips are moving of their own accord, small circles that cause Mark's cock to hit my g-spot, and then I'm coming and I'm thinking of Page the whole time and Mark is coming and I hate myself again when I realize I used him like to masturbate, getting off while thinking of someone else. Of someone I should hate.
I roll off of him and head straight to the shower, leaving my husband bewildered in our bed. I let the hot water pour over me, just trying to brace myself, wondering what new depths of slutty depravity I'll sink to today.
I get ready quickly, give Mark a quick kiss and head out the door, swim suit in my purse. I arrive 10 minutes early and sit in my car, not wanting to look too eager. I walk in to see that Page is already behind his desk, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.
"Good morning, Zoe. Sit down, I have something I'd like to discuss with you. An assignment of sorts..." Page says, barely able to contain his excitement over whatever announcement he has in store.
I take a deep breath and reply, with as much dignity as I can after what he's seen me do and say, "Of course. What is it, sir?"
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Ten minutes later, I'm back in my car, Page's address punched into my GPS, following the nice British woman's soothing electronic voice to his apartment. I'm told he's invited over some friends for me to entertain for the day.
I'm sure when he told me, he was expecting shock, maybe even outrage, that I would beg and squirm and plead - "No, please, I don't want to, it's too wrong" - well. He'd been wrong. I'm gone now, down the rabbit hole, so to speak, and like Alice before me, I've found myself in a very strange world indeed. A world in which I accept - nay, embrace - my true nature. The slut. Willing to risk the (fake) life I've created in the constant pursuit of pleasure, hedonistic in the extreme.
I think about my current situation as I drive, how strange it is, how... freeing.
The reality is that I'm my boss's fucktoy. And today, he's decided that he wants to lend his toy out to some others to play with. Fine. I know what I'm after, what I can get from guys. Oh yes, I remember it all too well from those early days, chasing that high. Getting drunk on beer and vodka and dick. Coming over and over till my legs stopped working and I blacked out from a combination of too much to drink and too much sick pleasure.
I think about everything that's happened between us on the drive. The fucking, the humiliation, the total claiming of my body for his pleasure. Weirdly, in being controlled by him, I feel freer than ever. Free to indulge in the side of myself I had locked up for so long. I feel amazing. Bulletproof. Perfect.
I get to Page's condo and let myself in with the key left for me, taking a few minutes to look around the place. It's modern and comfortable but a bit sparse. I go into the bathroom to freshen up, change into my bikini and the heels and apply more makeup. I use the cheapest stuff I have, as I know it smears easier. I think the types of guys he's invited over would enjoy a messy, sloppy, tear-stained, mascara-ruining blowjob. Hell, who doesn't like that? I think to myself. Half of the bathroom is a wet room. The other wall has a huge floor to ceiling mirror. I grin, wondering how many women Page has fucked in here. And when will it be my turn? I look in the mirror, imagining him behind me, hands roaming my body while he fucks me from behind. I take a deep breath, trying to shake the image from my mind and trying not to acknowledge how much I suddenly and painfully wish he were here.
I head into the kitchen, where there's a tub of coconut oil identical to the kind we used just yesterday waiting for me on the counter with a note. I remember how much of the stuff he had smeared all over my body and ass and take it with me into the living room.
The doorbell rings moments later and I answer it to find five reasonably attractive young men - quite young really, I think all younger than me, at 27 - and I smile invitingly, welcoming them in and asking what I can get them to drink. After they're all settled with beers, an awkward hush settles over the group, no one seeming to want to make the first move. Finally, the least attractive of them, a gangly boy with a goatee and wife beater, commands me to suck his dick. Although command seems too strong a word. He would have liked to have commanded me, but his voice was too wavery and high pitched to feel very imposing at all. Nevertheless, I comply immediately and sink to my knees in front of him, pulling out his still flaccid dick. I go to town anyway, sucking and licking and coaxing it to life. At half mast, he asks me if it's the biggest cock I've ever seen. I have to bite my tongue to keep from shrieking with wild laughter, and in the most serious voice I can muster, insist that I think I might choke on it.
Surprisingly, the "compliment" seems to work, and Alex's (I'd learned his name by hearing the other guys refer to him) dick grows a bit harder, so I continue sucking, holding the base of his shaft firmly in my left hand, bobbing my head in a steady rhythm, flicking my tongue against the underside. As unimpressive as Alex's dick is, I still find myself getting wet at giving him head with 4 other guys watching with rapt attention. I felt tentative hands exploring my ass and I turn around to see one of the more handsome of the guys, Chad, I think his name was, touching me, exploring the curves of my butt with wide, eager eyes. I need more. I know these guys must have it in them to really fuck me, as lame and stunted as some of them seem.
I turn back around and look Alex in the eye, deciding to see how fast I can make him blow his load. I look straight into his eyes as I kneel between his legs, pumping his cock in my right hand, and say "Do you want to come all over my tits? Or on my face? Or maybe even down my throat? Hmm?" He groans loudly. I use my free hand to pinch my nipple through my bikini top, biting my lip while looking up at him like he's some kind of sex God that I'm lucky to be touching. It's the other fucking way around, though... I think, as I bend my head back down to take the head of his cock back in my mouth. As expected, my filthy words have gotten him close to the edge and it only takes a few quick flicks of my tongue before he's crying out "Fuck, fuck, fuck" and spurting come across my lips and cheek.
I smile sweetly at him. "It's ok, honey, most guys don't last very long during their first blowjob. Maybe I'll let you fuck my pussy if you're ready later." Before Alex can process my insult or come up with some snide response, I turn abruptly to Chad, who has been touching and stroking my ass this entire time, with something like a look of religious reverence on his face.
"Do you like my ass, Chad?" He nods, seemingly unable to form a string of words that would comprise a response. "You know, you can fuck it, if you want. I don't mind. But you have to warm me up first," I say, indicating the coconut oil. Chad stares at the jar, like if he looks at it long enough it will open itself. I sigh, hoping that some of these guys get on board soon. I'm not a fucking babysitter.
I take the jar and open it, scooping a healthy amount onto my fingers, then I pass it to Chad. He looks as if he's waking up from some sort of trace and eagerly unties the tides of my bottoms, and starts rubbing the oil on my ass, working the warmed up oil into the crack and cautiously spreading me open to apply some to my anus. When he touches it, I moan loudly, letting him know that it's all good. This seems to encourage him, as he presses a finger into me, then shortly after, a second finger. As he works up a rhythm, sliding his fingers in my ass, one of the other boys stands in front of me, fishing his cock out from his jeans. It's the other cute one, Brad maybe? I can't remember and don't actually care. I lick my lips when he takes his already hard dick out. It's much nicer than Alex's. Not too big, not too small. Just right. Like dirty fucking Goldilocks.
He's much more adept at being dominant than his pathetic friend, and as he steps closer to me he bends down and grabs a handful of my hair. "Page said you love cock. Prove it." And with one decisive motion, he hauls me by the hair onto him, my open mouth suddenly filled all the way to the back of my throat. I gag a little out of sheer shock, but recover quickly and begin sucking his dick as eagerly as I ever have, making small moaning whimpers in the back of my throat, which are met with extreme approval by the cock's owner. "Fuck," I hear him hiss above me, "Jesus. Page wasn't lying. Her mouth is like a fucking pussy with suction." Aww, he said that about me? I think, as if this guy had just said that Page had told him I had beautiful eyes or a talent for music. Maybe I have beautiful eyes, I've never cared enough to ask anyone, and I certainly have no talent for music, but I know I can suck a dick with the best of 'em.
By now, Chad has worked in three fingers and I'm meeting him thrust for thrust, moaning at the feeling of having a cock in my mouth and a guy fingering my ass. I stop sucking Brad's dick long enough to turn to Chad and beg him to stick his cock in my ass. Violate me. Fill me up. I wriggle around, swaying my hips invitingly. He can't seem to rip his pants of fast enough. Soon, he's got his cock pressed up against my anus, pushing the head slowly into my tight hole. I push back against him slowly and after a minute or so he's all the way in, his pelvic bone right up against the meat of my ass. Lost in my own pleasure, I had barely noticed the two other guys joining us, one of them standing next to Brad with his dick out, the other just kneeling next to me, reaching under me to play with my tits, occasionally smacking my ass, fingering my pussy a little, circling my clit. I'm now going back and forth between Brad and his friend in front of me, sucking one then the other, until I suppose they mutually agree that they are secure enough in their heterosexuality to go whole hog and force both their cocks in my mouth at once. Obviously, I can't get much of them in, but I think the forbidden quality of this act has more of an effect than my mouth and soon enough, Brad is spurting come on my face, mostly coating my lips. I focus on his friend's dick now, Brad's come lubricating my mouth and lips even more. I take my mouth off of him long enough to beg him to come on my face too. That seems to push him right over the edge and he happily obliges, spurting long sticky ropes of semen on my lips and cheeks as well.
Something about my face being covered in three different guys' come drives me to new levels of sluttiness. I grind my hips back onto Chad's cock, looking over my shoulder at him. "God your cock feels so fucking good. Do you want to come in my ass? Or on my face, like all your friends have?" Chad seems to be unable to make such an important decision, so his body goes ahead and does it for him. He thrusts into me once more and starts shuddering and muttering obscenities as his come floods my ass.
The fifth friend, who has been patiently playing with my tits and pussy this whole time, finally gets a turn. "I want to fuck her ass, too, man," he says eagerly to Chad, practically hauling him off of me. His cock is already swollen and hard, and looks quite a bit bigger than any of the other guys. "Go slow," I say, looking warily at his huge dick. "And get more coconut oil first," I add. He obliges, smearing more of the slippery oil on my asshole, barely able to contain his excitement. Lucky for me, he seems to know his way around a pussy. As he slides his cock into my well-lubricated, freshly fucked hole, he reaches around to play with my clit, making tight little circles that have me bucking and shaking within minutes. He keeps it up, at the same time pounding relentlessly into my ass, and soon I'm coming hard, moaning and whimpering. He's not far behind and he continues fucking me until I feel his come flooding me too.
I realize I've taken 5 loads of come in less than an hour, as I look up at the clock and notice that it's barely 12:30. This is going to be quite the afternoon, I think to myself as I notice that most of the guys are hard again and ready for more.
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It does turn out to be a long afternoon, and by 4 o'clock, the guys are finally exhausted, all but stumbling out the door, utterly drained. I'm spent, too, a come-stained heap on the living room floor, unable to think. I feel like I've just been let off a roller coaster that wouldn't stop running. My legs feel like jelly and every inch of my body is tender, my heartbeat feels irregular and too fast. I head straight for the shower, letting the almost-hot-enough-to-burn-me water slowly bring my sanity back. I scrub myself, feeling exhilarated and incredibly guilty all at once. By the time the shower is over, the hot water is running out and my skin is slightly wrinkly and I feel utterly spent.
I go into the living room and fish my cell phone from my purse and see a text from Page saying that he's left dinner in the oven and will be home soon. After all that has occurred today, from having multiple guys' come all over me, in me, to being double penetrated, to coming over and over from the pain/pleasure, this text shocks me the most. It seems casual, but I smile a little at the knowledge that he was thinking of my needs. That he went to some lengths to plan this, and make sure I would be comfortable afterwards. After I finish eating and clear up, I hear his key in the door. I'm not sure what to expect, but it isn't Page, sweetly kissing my forehead and leading me to the bedroom.
He's so much gentler than normal, the knowledge of how I've been used roughly and mercilessly all day by 5 guys (well, 4 really, since Alex fizzled out early on), seeming to make him less likely to abuse me in the ways I know he typically prefers. Once in the bedroom, which is, like the rest of the condo, simple but comfortable, he gently tugs the towel away from my body. I blush as he drinks me in, looking like he's having some difficulty stomping on his animalistic urges. Instead, we lay on the bed together, both naked, side by side, facing a large flat screen hung on the wall opposite the bed. With the tap of a few buttons, the TV comes to life with multiple images, all of me from various angles, clad in my skimpy bikini and heels, ushering the boys into the condo. I had assumed he'd documented it somehow, but the visual confirmation of my suspicions is thrilling. I feel incredibly dirty all over again. I feel guilty, too, my brain struggling to battle years of societal pressure to conform to some ideal of female sexuality; to be sexy within the acceptable parameters, which I've now knocked down and totally violated in every way. But the overriding emotion I'm experiencing is arousal, as I see Page's cock stiffen in his hand.
"...Tell me what you did" I hear him say, reaching for my hand to place it on his now rock-hard cock. Leaning closer to my ear, he lowers his voice to a whisper and says, "Tell me what you did to those guys, what they did to you. How it made you feel. Every filthy detail, while you stroke my cock. But don't make me come until the end. I want to last the whole fucking time. Watch you get totally lost in it. Like the filthy fucking slut you are." He licks my neck after, making my entire body shiver. A whimpering moan escapes my lips and I think it pushes him over some edge, because immediately he grabs my face and presses his mouth against mine, his tongue invading me, teeth grazing my lower lip. He gets a hold of himself after a minute, though, and breaks the kiss, both of us breathing hard, staring at each other with twin expressions, clearly reading "What the fuck just happened?"
Page turns abruptly back to face the TV, breaking the moment, and fast forwards just a bit, to the part where Alex finally gets the nerve to initiate a blowjob. I hear him chuckle a bit and then he says, "So, good ole Alex put his big boy pants on and tried to dominate you, huh?" the amusement is clear in his tone. I laugh a little, too, and tell Page how pathetic Alex had been, asking me if his dick was the biggest I'd ever had. We both laugh at that, and I give his cock a little squeeze and look up as I say, "I didn't want to tell him that yours is the thickest. And my favorite."
I lean down and give it an appreciative lick, which earns me a guttural moan, then a yank of my hair. Reluctantly, I sit back up.
"Now, now, little fuckslave, wouldn't want to make me come so soon, now would we?" Page says with a wolfish grin. I smile sweetly and continue stroking his erection, slowly and gently, as we turn back to face the TV once more.
On the screen, Alex is already blowing his load on my face. I hear Page mutter a "tsking" sound under his breath. "Oh, Alex, you're going to be the laughing stock of the gym," he says quietly. I'm almost moved to feel bad for the kid, and I would if he weren't such an insufferable dickwad. Page seems to take a lot of joy in my snide comment to Alex, though, and laughs so hard that for a minute I wonder if he'll recover. After a a few moments, he's serious again, as he watches the screen with rapt attention, eyes glued to Chad fondling my ass.
"Tell me what you were thinking here. Of Chad." Page says, his voice barely a whisper.
My eyes are glued to the screen too, and I reply in a similarly hushed voice, "He was kind of hot. In a boyish jock kind of way. Like the star of the high school football team, ya know? He seemed to love my ass. I wanted him to fuck it as soon as I saw him handling it. I could tell he really wanted to, which made me want it more."
On screen, Chad is working the coconut oil all over my ass and into the opening, slowly sliding two fingers in. A moan escapes me onscreen as Chad's fingers press into me. "You fucking loved that didn't you? A total stranger sticking his fingers in your slutty ass?" I hear Page mutter.
I swallow, hard. "Yes." He responds to this with a sharp, quick slap to my face, which makes me gasp. He reaches down between my legs and feels the wetness there. "Fucking slut. Keep jacking me off." I oblige and once again we watch the screen to see what other depraved acts I'll perform, my heart beating much faster than it was a moment ago.
Soon enough, I have Brad's cock in my mouth while Chad works his fingers in my asshole, rhythmically, in and out. Brad is saying how good of a cocksucker I am, relaying Page's compliment, and I look at him. "Did you really say that? Do you think I'm that good at giving head?" I sound too eager, like a neglected child practically begging for attention and praise. Fuck I hate myself right now.
Page looks at me and smiles, brushing my cheek with his hand in a surprisingly tender gesture. "Of course, Zoe. Those fucking lips." He adds, almost an afterthought.
Then, roughly, he grabs my jaw and runs his thumb along my full bottom lip. "Ugh. I'm trying to go easy because I know you're sore and probably a bit uncomfortable, but Jesus, I want you to suck my cock so fucking bad." Every muscle south of my belly button clenches into a painful knot at the sound of his voice, thick with desire. I lick my lips, and lean down to take the head of his cock in my warm mouth. I look up into his eyes, which are half shut with pleasure. "Like this?" I say innocently, then I lick the entire length, from base to tip, getting it covered in my saliva. "Yes, exactly like that. Fuck." He hisses, and I can hear my voice coming from the TV, begging Chad to fuck my ass. I sound slightly crazed, like an addict looking for a fix.
Page's eyes snap open to watch the action unfold, and he seems to come to, as if waking from a deep sleep, hauling me by my hair off his dick and saying, "Stop now. You can finish later. I want to see this." He watches as Chad fucks my ass and I suck two guys dicks at once, first going back and forth between them, then letting them try to stuff both in my mouth at once. Page's breathing is heavy, I can feel his heart beating from where I sit next to him. He groans, low and animalistic, hearing me beg Chad for his come. "Tell me. About this." He says, in clipped syllables, unable to form more complex sentences.
I try to remember what I was feeling and thinking at that point. "Uhhh, I just wanted their come. I was fucking crazed at this point. I couldn't wait to feel Chad's semen filling me up. Wanted the other two to come in my mouth, on my face, I didn't really care. I just felt totally, utterly lost in some lust-filled haze." I say, trying to sum up the feeling of being drunk on cock and fucking and objectification. "It's hard... hard to describe." I finish lamely. Page doesn't seem to mind my inability to verbalize my intense emotions, because his eyes are plastered to the screen, where Chad is coming inside me, and the fifth friend is clamoring for his turn.
"Damn, I didn't know Eggers was packing so heavily," I hear Page say, as the fifth, most well-endowed friend settles himself behind me to pound my ass.
I wince at the memory of his huge cock and make a face. "Yeah. Packing a little too much if you ask me," I say. Page snorts with laughter and continues watching, his cock harder than ever at the sight of my come-covered face, twisted into an expression of undeniable ecstasy, on the screen. "You came then, huh? You loved feeling him fucking your ass and playing with your clit at the same time?"
"Yes." I reply succinctly, not really having much to add to that. No use denying it; the pleasure is written all over my face. My pussy is throbbing now, with new arousal as well as soreness, and I wish I could finger myself, but fear retribution if I tried.
We continue watching, for a few minutes so caught up in the action that neither one of us speaks. Then, on the screen, I see Brad and Dave begin fucking me at the same time. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of it, remembering the insane fullness, the way their cocks had hit every nerve inside me, giving me one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. Page looks at me, my chest heaving, my hand shaking, still gripping your cock.
"How did it feel? Having your cunt and ass used like that? Tell me everything, slut." Page's tone is stern, leaving me no choice but to obey, to open my mouth and let the words tumble out clumsily.
"God, I don't know. Fuck. It was like... painful. And wonderful. I felt so full. And I could feel their cocks rubbing together, and that was fucking hot. And they were pressing against every sensitive spot inside me. It's the hardest I've ever come, I think." I add, as, on the screen, Dave starts to finger my ass. Then I come. I look like I'm in pain, my eyes shut tight and my jaw clenched. Soon, Dave is fisting my ass, and Page's cock is like iron in my hand, watching me be completely violated in every way, two of his friends buried in my pussy and ass, another standing over me, slapping my face like I've done something to personally wrong him.
I continue jacking him off, feeling his cock grow harder and thicker, swelling to its biggest size ever. The head is purple and angry looking now, and precum is leaking all over my hand, which, with my small fingers, strains to circle the whole girth. Page's hips start bucking to meet my strokes and he reaches over suddenly to pinch my nipple, so hard I yelp. "You're gonna make me fucking come..." He says, eyes still fixed on the screen as Chad finishes slapping me and starts fucking my pussy, come from the two previous guys leaking out around his cock. The image pushes you over the edge and he starts coming, spurting long ropes of sticky come all over his stomach, thighs, my hand, and even a bit on my face. He shudders as I finish pumping, then fixes me with a level gaze. "Clean me up," he says simply.
I comply immediately, licking every inch of him, cleaning the come off his body and my hand like it was honey and not semen. I lick my lips. The video finishes up within 5 minutes and he turns off the TV, turning to look at me.
"Well. That was...riveting. I have another assignment for you, though, lovely," Page says, with a wicked grin that makes him look like the devil himself.
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He sighs heavily. "But... you're exhausted. It can wait until Monday. Go home to your husband, have a relaxing weekend. I'll see you at the office," you say, and I can hear a slight reluctance in your voice, like it's taking a lot to let me go now.
After giving me a quick kiss on the forehead, Page gets up to shower and I put my clothes back on. It's strange how I'm wearing the same outfit as several hours ago, but feel like a totally different person. My body still hums with a sexual undercurrent and I am hyper aware of every sensation, from the thin fabric of my bra rubbing my nipples, to the tight fabric of my skirt hugging every curve of my ass and thighs. I feel electric and jittery and guilty and perfect all at once.
Page emerges from the shower just as I'm slipping into my shoes, ready to head home. To my husband. My stomach clenches at the thought of Mark. Page approaches me, seemingly to kiss me goodbye, but the kiss quickly changes from casual to needy, charged. Even though he just came spectacularly not half an hour ago, his cock is stiff and ready within moments, his towel dropping to the floor, hands pushing me downward. I'm on autopilot now, and I grab his cock without thinking and take it into my mouth. I suck and lick and stroke, bringing him off faster than I even thought possible, considering how recently he came. Soon he's muttering that he wants his come coating my mouth when I go home to my husband, and it sends him over the edge and makes my pussy clench and ache with emptiness. He finishes, I swallow every drop of come and leave, shutting the door quietly behind me.
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In the car, everything seems to hit me at once. I feel panicky, and for a minute I wish I would have just stayed with Page for the night, insulated from the reality of what I've become. Or always was, I suppose. I plug the auxiliary cord from my radio into my phone, hoping to get lost in some music, let it fill my brain and stop the weird buzzing, gnawing guilt from overtaking me. I tap open my music app and hit Shuffle All and start driving towards the home I share with Mark.
I'm lost in thought when I realize that Wolf Like Me by TV on the Radio is playing: "...feeding on fever/ down all fours/ show you what all that/ howl is for..." The lyrics hit a bit too close to home, and I hurriedly punch the "next" button on my iPhone, praying the next song is a little more lighthearted.
Phantom Planet's Geronimo blares out of my speakers: "...just one touch/ that's enough/ and it's like pushing comes to shove/ I think you like this way too much/ I think you're way fucked up..." Again, the song is... too apt. Too reflective of my current situation.
I hit "next" yet again and it's like a punch to the gut. "No One's Gonna Love You" by Band of Horses. The song I walked down the aisle to at my wedding. A song that makes me think of Mark, my sweet husband, whom I thought I loved. Who I thought had somehow changed me. "...anything to make you smile/ you are the ever-living ghost of what once was/ I never want to hear you say/ that you'd be better off/ or you liked it that way..."
I tear the cord out of my phone, cutting off the music abruptly, irrationally angry. I want to hit something. Instead, I pull over into the next gas station and park, then lean my seat back to try to get myself together. I feel like crying but no tears come. I just sit, breathing heavily, wishing I had the strength of character to just fucking stop. But I can't. And I know it. So I sit up, push my shoulders back, and drive home. To Mark. To whatever awaits me.
The weekend seems to drag on forever. As much as I hate to admit it, I miss Page. I miss being treated like his personal sex toy, to be used as much or as little as he pleases. I miss feeling like an object, a doll to dress up and play with and fuck. I clean the house neurotically, driving Mark crazy the whole time, dusting every knick knack and ceiling fan and bookshelf and demanding that he help me clean the air vents and shampoo the carpets.
It keeps me busy, though, and more importantly, keeps me from calling or texting Page. I feel tempted a few times to slip on one of the many pairs of extremely scandalous underthings he purchased for me and bend over in the mirror and send him a picture, teasing him relentlessly. Somehow I manage to avoid it, and by Saturday night, just over 24 hours after I was utterly violated by 5 of Page's gym buddies, I'm horny and in need of release.
As usual, Mark doesn't notice. He's watching the game in the living room, (it's March Madness, after all, dontchaknow?) I bring him a beer, his favorite, in his favorite glass. Chilled, even, to the perfect temperature. 43 degrees Fahrenheit for a Pilsner. I'm the perfect wife, really. Except that you have secret gangbangs and serve as your boss's depraved little fucktoy... I think in the back of my mind. Yeah, well... there's that.
I've worn a tiny little black lace thong and one of Mark's flannel button downs into the den, and I casually lean over to set his beer on a coaster, making sure he gets a peak at my breasts.
"Thanks, honey," he says, absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the screen as some incredibly tall Asian man scores a point or three or five million. I don't much care for basketball, personally.
"Sure," I reply, my voice dripping with honey, promising something very sweet indeed.
"Mark?" I ask, sitting next to him, my thigh brushing his.
"Uh huh?" comes his distracted reply. I start to unbutton the flannel, slowly, staring at him, willing him to look at me. If he'll just look, he'll want to fuck me... I think. The whole shirt is unbuttoned now, and I shrug out of it, my tits looking ripe and inviting, if I do say so myself. Mark must have noticed from the corner of his eye because his head snaps around to face me. But instead of joyful surprise or desire, I see outrage and confusion on his face as he stares at me.
"What are you doing, Z? What if someone sees through the window?" He asks, stupidly.
I shoot him a venomous look. "We have blackout curtains, Mark. No one can see in. I'm sorry I was trying to seduce my own husband in my own home!" I'm angry, the sting of rejection worse than I could have ever imagined. I feel horrible, disgusting, shameful, ugly.
Disgusted with everything, myself, this whole situation, I quickly put the shirt back on and hurry out of the den and upstairs, Mark sighing resignedly, but making no attempt to come after me. I brush my teeth and fall into bed, where I try to masturbate but wind up crying and falling asleep instead.
Sunday morning, and Mark is gently shaking me awake, whispering my name softly. I wake up, trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes, fumbling awkwardly for my glasses. I hate them, but I can't see without them, and my contacts are no where nearby at the moment. Shoving them on my face, I see Mark sitting on the edge of the bed, breakfast tray in hand. I look at him, feeling numb and cold, and try to smile. "Thanks, hon. You didn't have to do that." I say, as I bring the tray over my lap, a slight smile at what's on the try. A banana and black coffee. My breakfast of choice, what I've eaten almost every day for my entire adult life. I peel the banana and eat it slowly, then savor the coffee.The elixir of life, I think to myself, enjoying the aroma and taste and warmth of the cup in my hands. I am a coffee addict. I love it almost as much as cock.
Mark has been sitting quietly the whole time and seems like he's holding something back. I set my cup down on the bedside table and move the tray to the floor. "What's wrong, Mark?" I say, trying to be a good wife. To make up for how incredibly bad I actually am.
"I don't know, Z. I feel like... maybe I'm losing you. Am I crazy? Or do you feel it too?" His eyes look wild, like he's seen some horrible apparition.
"No, Mark. I'm not going anywhere," I say, placing my hand on his, reassuring him as I lie through my fucking teeth. "I love you."
He breathes a sigh of relief. So easily appeased. So trusting. So naive.
I squeeze his hand again, and then rub up and down his arm, gently, invitingly. He looks at me, at my mouth, and leans forward, kissing me deeply. I respond in kind, sinking into the kiss, crawling toward him and curling myself into his lap like a kitten. We kiss for a while, his hands roaming all over my body. We have sex, missionary, how Mark likes it. Sweet, simple, vanilla, sex. It's fine. My clit tingles briefly but I don't come. I can't come now, I don't think, without what I know Page can give me. The sweet pleasure/pain that comes from humiliation, abuse, roughness. The rest of the day passes uneventfully, and as night falls, I find myself twitchy with the anticipation of seeing Page again in the morning, my craving for him only intensifying as the hours pass.
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Monday morning my eyes snap open at 6:00. I shower and take care dressing and making myself up, knowing by now what kinds of things Page likes to see me in. I slip into the sexiest piece of lingerie he's given me, a garter set that is reminiscent of bondage gear. Sexy, strappy, with all kinds of extra suspender attachments, and expensive. Agent Provocateur, according to the label. $600, according to the price tag. You like your cheap whores looking quite expensive, I think, bemused.
At precisely 8:00 am, I saunter into the office and immediately sense some excitement. Sexual, yes, partly - but there's more. Page is absolutely bursting to tell me something, so I sit down, crossing my legs so that he gets the faintest glimpse of my underthings. I settle myself in the chair and look at him, waiting for the news. He tells me about getting a promotion, moving to New York, and the opportunity for me to go with him. Then: a proposition. To tell Mark. To reveal my - our - dirty little secret together. A few weeks ago, I'd have been outraged. Scandalized. Today, a new me sits in this office. Sexually liberated. An exemplar of sluttiness. I smile, slowly, resembling something feral and feline when I do. "Should I expect you to arrive at around eight thirty, then?"
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Throughout the day, Page fucks me once, with me on my back on his desk, frantically rubbing my clit while pounding into me, his hand shoved in my mouth to keep me from screaming; I suck him off once, me, kneeling below his desk while he chats on the phone with a client, clenching his jaw so hard I swore that he was going to crack a tooth; and he eats my ass and pussy twice, bending me over the desk the first time, spreading my legs wide in his big leather chair the second time, pumping three fingers rhythmically in my ass while his tongue flutters over my clit. I lose count of the number of orgasms he gives me. It's like a reunion of sorts. After two days without one another, we're suddenly like horny teenagers, constantly pawing at each other, unable to get enough.
When 4 pm rolls around, Page tells me to leave early so I can go get the supplies for tonight. I take his offer and head to the nearest adult toy store to buy some simple handcuffs (not something Mark had ever had any interest in), and some new lingerie, nothing too expensive or intense, like what I'm wearing now. Well... what I was wearing. Before he tore it off me. Now it's laying in a crumpled heap in one of the drawers of his desk.
After purchasing the necessary materials, I head straight home to get set up. I shower, making sure to shave and pluck and exfoliate till I'm shiny and luminous, irresistible. I slip into the new lingerie I purchased, a simple bra and panty set from Victoria's Secret in a pretty shade of pink. Something that will seem incredibly scandalous to Mark but still look sexy for Page, if not a bit tame. We'll call it subtle.
It's 5:45 and I know Mark will be home at exactly six. I made a romantic candlelit dinner. Wine is chilled. I put on a robe over my lingerie and wait for him by the door. At 6 pm sharp, he walks through the door, looking as eager and wholesome as a golden retriever when he sees me.
"Wow, Z, you look gorgeous, babe." He says, sincere and sweet, as always.
I look up at him through my lashes and manage to blush a little. "Aw, thanks, Mark. I made you some dinner, and thought you might like some wine after a crazy Monday..."
"You're the best," he says, and I can tell he really means it, the poor bastard.
Once we finish dinner, I decide to broach the topic. Setting up for the part of the evening I look forward to most, when Page joins us. I sigh heavily and look at Mark from across the table, putting my napkin and fork down gingerly. "Mark? I have to... um, I have to talk to you about something," I say, and the sincerity in my voice is so convincing that it even fools me for a second.
Mark instantly looks concerned and stares at me. "Anything. What's wrong, Zoe? Tell me..."
I take a deep breath and say the lines I've been practicing over and over since Page and I came up with them in the office earlier. "Mark, I want to try some new things. In the bedroom. I feel like we're in a rut. We've been married, what, 5 years now? We're too young to be having any issues and there are some things I want to try with you." I nail my lines perfectly, I sound desperate and needy and perfect. Little does he know that handcuffing him to the bed is just about the tamest thing I'll have ever done.
Mark raises an eyebrow, looking bewildered. "Really? Z? I thought... I mean, I thought our... ya know, sex life, was good..." he trails off, unsure of how to continue. He starts again, and I can tell he's sincerely caught off guard. He sighs heavily. "Well...if you really feel that way... I want to make you happy. What kinds... what kinds of things did you, uh, have in mind?" His voice goes unnaturally high and I can see a flush starting to creep up from under his shirt collar.
I smile, relieved that the plan is working. "Oh, well... I sort of stopped by a store earlier. I wanted to see what you thought about... being handcuffed? Ya know, to the bed? By me?" I look up at Mark, all big innocent eyes and pouty lips and he smiles.
"Well, that doesn't seem... so bad." he says, rather lamely. "I think I'd like that, actually. Could you, uh... ya know, give me head?" He asks, his attempt at talking dirty coming off very awkward.
"Of course," I say sweetly. I glance at the clock. It's 7:45 pm. Almost time.
By 8:15 pm, I've got Mark on his back in our king size bed, hands cuffed above him to our headboard. I'm clad in the lingerie I bought, which Mark seemed so overwhelmed by he was left quite speechless. I'm kissing his chest, teasing him gently, but mostly listening for Page - I gave him a spare key with the instructions to let himself in at 8:30.
Almost showtime.
At exactly 8:29, I hear the key in the lock. Every muscle in my body goes rigid and my heart immediately starts thumping. My pussy twitches at the knowledge of Page's presence.
I wait.
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Mark hears footsteps coming up the stairs and starts panicking, yelling at me to untie him, yelling that he's gonna call the police, that whoever's out there had better leave right away!, staring at my incredulously when I ignore his pleas and simply get up off the bed, crossing to the door to welcome my boss into our bedroom. Mark is looking back and forth between us, a look of utter confusion and shock on his face.
Page strolls in, casually, like he's walking into a coffee shop to meet a friend, big, cocky grin plastered on his face, Mark's laptop in hand. I guess he stopped to grab it from his office on the way up.
Mark looks petrified, his cock shriveled sadly against his thigh, spread eagled on the bed, wrists secured with handcuffs, ankles tied with silk scarfs looped under the mattress so he can't buck or kick.
"Zoe, for God's sake, do something..." Marks voice is shrill and irritating, but I don't take my eyes off of Page, as he walks into the room like he owns the place, which he might as well, considering the number he did on me in here.
Page holds a finger up to his lips and smiles at Mark, making a shushing noise. "Hello Mark. I thought we could have a little chat." As he talks, he pops the laptop up on a dresser, and pulls out a pico projector and a USB stick containing the edited highlights of my extracurricular activities on Friday.
"I don't know who you are, but you'd better get out of here before I kick your ass -" Mark sputters, thrashing against his bonds, looking wildly from me to Page, head snapping back and forth so quickly it looks like he might give himself whiplash.
Page looks supremely annoyed, holding up a hand for silence. "Shut the fuck up Mark. You're tied up with your cock out. You don't get to give ultimatums or make threats." Mark shuts up, and now his bluster is gone, all he can do is look worried, his gaze continuing to shift between me and Page, as he tries to puzzle out the strange silent tension.
"Zoe..." Page's voice is soft, imploring, as he turns to look at me: "Lose the bra. I want to see you play with your tits while I have a little chat with your hubby, okay?"
I shed my bra quickly, pulling and pinching my nipples as Page turns to Mark again, a cheerful smile on his face, Mark looking quite flabbergasted at the events unfolding.
"Zoe? Babe? Zoe! What the hell are you doing?" He shouts, bewildered, upset.
I can feel myself flush a little, but my breathing is fast and shallow, I'm already wet.
Page snaps his fingers at Mark impatiently. "Focus, buddy. Right here." Mark's head snaps toward him, like he'd almost forgotten that Page was still here. Page continues: "I want to show you something Mark, something that's going to answer a lot of the questions you must be having." His tone is jocular, friendly, like a little league coach or a favorite teacher.
"But first, I thought it'd be fun if we have a little look through your browser history together, see what fun things we discover," Page chuckles darkly.
I didn't think it was possible for Mark to look more scared than he already did, but his face goes totally ashen. My eyebrows furrow a bit as I wonder what he's so worried about. What's in his browser history, anyway?
Page uses couple of leads to connect the laptop to the projector, and focuses the image of a browser window on the wall. "Looks like you play a bit of online poker I guess, but look, the bulk of the pages appear to be..."
A video loads, a buxom young woman bouncing on an oversized cock, a morose looking man looking on from the side of the bed. "Ohhhhh Fuck..." the actress moans, all stereotypically exaggerated porn acting. "He's so much bigger than you babe..."
Page clicks again and a similar video loads, this time of a girl taking a fat long cock deep in her ass, purring with probably feigned pleasure, looking back over her shoulder at another schlubby onlooker to tell him "Mmmmmm, he fucks so much better than you do honey..."
I'm honestly dumbfounded and I stare at the image, then at Mark, then back again, over and over, unable to process what I'm seeing.
"Looks like you've got a thing for wives fucking other men there mark..." Page says, unable to restrain the chuckle in his voice. "This is going to make this so much better."
"Honey, I can explain, this doesn't mean anything..." Mark splutters, but I ignore him, looking at the screen as Page open a bunch of browsers at the same time, various women with fake breasts getting fucked, including a trans girl, her dick swinging in a weird helicoptering motion as she's railed in the ass, her tits bouncing in time.
"I'll assume you clicked on that last one by accident, shall I Mark?" Page teases, before shutting them all down. He slot the USB into the pico projector, then he catches my gaze.
"You can go ahead and lose the panties now Zoe, thank you." He tells me, and I can see that he's rock hard, his black sweat pants tented as his erection strains against the thin fabric.
"No, Zoe, stop this, you don't have to do this, I don't understand..." Mark pleads.
Page chuckles again, low and vicious sounding. "You don't understand Mark, because you're too much of a coward. I wouldn't be here if you had the balls to fuck your wife the way you wanted - the way she wanted - instead of jacking off in your fucking den."
I stand in front of Page now, poised like a dancer, underwear dangling off of my finger, and Page points at Mark, behind me on the bed.
"Jam those in his mouth, I'm tired of his whining." Page says with a casual wave of his hand. My eyes flick over my husband lying there on our bed, and I feel a mixture of scorn, shame, anger and pity all at once. I happily shove my underwear in his mouth, effectively stopping his blabbering.
On the wall, the video of my gangbang starts to play, Mark staring unblinking at the footage, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling quickly. The images blur together, of me taking load after load of come from 5 different guys. On my face, in my mouth, pussy, ass, everywhere.
It's really almost too good to be true, the perfect look of horror and outrage on Mark's face as he watches the footage of his perfect little wife's gangbang adventure. I'm trying to enjoy the moment, but the recent revelations of Mark's own... proclivities... has, to be perfectly honest, thrown me off. I can't help but feel a twinge of irritation at Page for keeping this knowledge from me. Although, I suppose, someone who blackmails their employee into sexual slavery isn't exactly possessed of a working moral compass. I'm sure he delighted in the idea of humiliating me and Mark at once - two for the price of one. A real bargain.
Recovering quickly from the shock of Mark's porn watching habits, and the triumphant revelation of said habits, I relish the opportunity to treat him to what I now know to be his favorite kind of show. I feel dirty, and angry, and powerful. I want to take out all of my frustrations on Mark, and the electric current between me and Page only intensifies every depraved desire in my heart. So he likes cuckholding? He likes watching wives humiliate and degrade their husbands while getting fucked by someone else, someone stronger, sexier, more well-endowed? That is something we can definitely deliver...
Mark is continuing to struggle against his bonds, insisting that we can still work it out, when Page commands me to suck his cock. ("Show him what he's missing, Zoe. Show him what a talented little mouth you have, slut...") I'm more than happy to oblige, as following Page's every order has become something of a second nature to me at this point. I lean down and lick Mark's cock, feeling it twitch to life, and swallow his shaft in one movement, really giving it all I've got. Within seconds, he's hard, and I can already feel his hips moving up to meet me, his body responding to the intense pleasure. Soon, though, Page is hauling me off by my hair, not wanting him to come yet. He must have something in mind, because his cock is straining against his sweatpants in a way that makes my mouth water and my knees automatically buckle, as if knowing that my rightful, natural place in life is to be kneeling in front of him, looking up, begging for his thick cock.
Then, Page is telling me to fuck Mark. I'm disgusted by him at this point, his sniveling, whining voice grating on my nerves. The knowledge of his true desires is repulsive. I want to punish him. I want to punish myself. So I climb on and ease his (pathetic) cock into my pussy and grind down, thinking the whole time of Page's cock, the way it fills me perfectly, the animalistic sounds he makes each time he sinks into me. Not like the whimpering sounds Mark is currently making, which make me want to slap him across the face.
I'm jolted back to reality by Page's hard body sliding up behind me as I ride my husband. I feel his fingers, coated in coconut oil, push into my ass from behind. The feeling is exquisite. Then, the fingers are gone, replaced with the head of his thick cock, which feels as hard as an iron bar. I lean forward to allow him better access and moan as I'm completely filled, stuffed full, two pulsing, hot, hard cocks sliding in me, setting me on fire from the inside out. Once he's in all the way, he starts fucking me in earnest, not holding anything back, punishing me the way that he knows I want. Need. I'm tilted all the way forward now, my breasts sliding on Mark's chest. I feel like I'm about to explode. I look straight into Mark's face and, in a perfect mimicry of the ridiculous women in his favorite porn clips, say, "Oooooooohhh, he's fucking my ass so hard, he's so much bigger and harder than you, babe." My voice is mocking, sarcastic. I would laugh, too, if I weren't so close to coming. It certainly seems to do the trick for my poor husband, though, because I instantly feel him tense up and seconds later, he's spurting hot come into my pussy, which immediately starts leaking out, running down my thighs.
Page is now fucking me harder than I thought possible, like an absolute machine. The feeling of Mark's come, Page's cock, and all the other sensations crash through me, and I come, my pussy clenching around Mark's cock, my ass getting even tighter around Page. My thoughts are an incoherent jumble of utter filth, I want everything in that moment. I would do anything he asked, be anyone you wanted, anything to keep this feeling going.
And soon, he's asking me for something. To tell Mark. Everything. What I am, what I've done, how much I've fucking loved it. And in my orgasm-haze, sex-crazed frenzy, I'm more than happy to comply. I lean forward again, and I can feel how wild my eyes must look, how insane with lust and glee, and look Mark straight in the eyes.
In a voice I barely recognize as my own, I begin: "Honey? Remember that day I came home late from work with some new skirts, new heels? And you thought I seemed a little... off? Well, that was because my boss here" - I toss my head back to indicate Page - "my boss called me into his office and gave me a little promotion. Based on some... sensitive knowledge he had of my past... he made me agree to be his fucktoy. To use any time he wanted. At first I was really upset, I mean, I thought I loved you... But really? I fucking loved it" I pant this last sentence as I feel Page's come filling my ass and I push my hips back, grinding into him.
"Fuck yes, I can feel your come in my ass. I fucking love it..." I say, looking over my shoulder at him. I hear Mark moan loudly under me and realize he's hard again, his dick still in my pussy since I hadn't moved.
Page stays lodged inside me, too, and as I move gently on top of Mark I can feel his cock is still hard. He just stays still and fixes me with a stern gaze. "Keep talking, slut. Tell him more." I nod and continue talking, turning back around to face my husband.
"So, I'm his slutty little fuckslave every day at work. Mark, he makes me come so fucking hard. He loves eating my ass and pussy. Usually at least once a day, bent over his desk, or spread wide in his chair..." I moan as both cocks stir at my words and Mark and Page both start moving slowly, hitting every sensitive spot inside me. I continue my confessional monologue, seemingly unable to stop now I've started. "And he was kind enough to set up a gangbang for me at his condo. Five guys at once, Mark. I sucked their cocks, they even shoved two in my mouth at once... they came all over my face, in my ass and pussy..."
I feel Page grab my hair and yank, hard. Then, his voice, strained: "Tell him about what happened right here in this bed. Don't leave out any good details either, Zoe..." he chuckles maliciously.
"God, how could I forget? Yeah, so, one day we came here during work hours and did some very dirty things right where you're laying, actually," I say, with a strangled little giggle. Leaning down close to Mark's face I drop my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "My boss oiled me up from head to toe, spread my legs and fucking tore my ass up. He fucked my ass with his big, thick, perfect cock, and while he was doing that, he also slid a huge dildo in my pussy. It was so fucking amazing... I didn't think it would fit... I begged him not to... but then I begged him to keep going...I just love being double stuffed like that." Mark's expression is one of extreme pain, but from the way his cock just thickened inside me, I know that he's turned on beyond belief. I start the rhythm back up, sliding back and forth ever so slowly, easing both cocks in and out of me slowly. Sitting up slightly, I'm able to play with my clit a little as we fuck and I can feel myself getting closer every second. Mark sounds like he's sobbing but he's definitely close to coming, I can tell, and so is Page, his strokes getting faster and longer.
I explode, spectacularly, suddenly, unable to think or feel anything except for the hot blood coursing through my body and the incredible release that makes me feel like I'm high and drunk and actually on some other plane of existence. I'm not aware of when they both come again, but they do, and soon I feel Page's arms tugging me off of Mark and laying me down on the bed with surprising tenderness.
+++
I wake up late the next day, and there's no sign of either of the men I fucked last night. I head into the bathroom to shower, feeling as if last night was just a dream, but the soreness between my legs is a painful reminder of how very real it all was.
I let the hot water restore some of my sanity and with it comes clarity.
I get out, dress and pack a bag with some clothes, favorite books, my iPad and a few other important items.
As I walk through the foyer, I spot a note stuck to the mirror. From Page, his familiar handwriting catching my eye from across the hall. "Zoe - meet me at my flat at 2pm. I need your help finding a place in New York."
I rip the note off the mirror and crumple it in my hand, then pitch it on the floor, a lyric from one of my favorite songs suddenly filling my mind: "When there's nothing left to burn... you have to set yourself on fire..."
I walk out the door and never look back.
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"You have to believe me sir, it wasn't meant to go down that way." Zoe pleaded with a stern man in immaculate uniform while he silently led her through the station to his office. "I just figured that..."
"Sergeant Miller!" Chief inspector Gilchrist sternly stated, cutting Zoe off mid-sentence. "The debrief will take place in my office, are we clear?"
Zoe fell into silence, enhancing the already awkward situation she found herself in as her chief inspector held the door to his office open for her to walk in first, a gesture usually reserved for those in custody and sure sign she was in trouble. The chief inspector let Zoe continue to stand as he flopped into a worn fabric chair.
"So I'm guessing you know why you're here." The chief inspector asked.
"I stand by all my latest policing choices but there has been recent..." Zoe began.
"Cut the pleading the fifth crap, you're not in America. I know you're all about the letter of the law, but believe me the more important thing for your career right now is not getting me even more pissed off then I already am."
"I assume you wish to learn more about the incident on Harbourmouth Road." Zoe stated.
"Good, so, in your own time, but while we're young. Please tell me why video of your granny panties are covering every nonsense collection of syllables considered social media these days?" The chief inspector asked, his rage bubbling under his facade of bureaucratic neutrality.
"My underwear is..." Zoe began, outraged at the tone the chief inspector had taken.
"Now a matter of public record. How did that happen?"
"At 9:42 pm I was called in as backup on a search of suspects reported to have been in possession of illegal substances. Officer needed my assistance as one female suspect claimed they were under 18 and requested a police woman chaperone for the search." Zoe recited, she had read the report so many times it was almost as if it were printed on the lenses of her glasses.
"Urgh, I know all this, tell me what went wrong." The Chief Inspector said as he got out a large thermos flask and poured himself a mug of coffee, stronger than any machine at the station was capable of.
"As the officer wanted to perform a more thorough search than a jacket removal, I vigorously informed him that such a search needed to be performed in an area inaccessible to the public. As we spiritedly discussed the law, the suspects took advantage of our lapse in attention and pulled down my trousers before fleeing."
"You got pantsed while you were arguing with another officer!" The chief inspector yelled to drill home the nub of his anger that had thus far gone unexpressed.
"The officer was out of line. Not only did I outrank him, he was about to perform a strip search on a minor on a public street. That would have opened us up to lawsuits, reputational damage, and..."
"I realise all of that, that's why you're not going to see officer Wainwright at the Christmas party this year." The chief inspector once again interrupted. "But this meeting is about your failings. Did you know your standard issue uniform comes with this fantastic new invention called a belt? It can hold all manner of fantastic devices, but some would say the most fantastic device it can hold is your own fucking trousers."
"Uniform code states that fit should utilise maximum mobility, the belt buckle was too tight for comfortable breathing on the previous buckle hole so I had to settle for a looser setting."
"Why didn't you just take a corkscrew and add a notch inbetween?"
"Uniform customisation is banned by article..."
"Jesus Christ Sergeant! This by the book bullshit got you literally caught with your trousers down. You know what I have to do now, I have work with that smug social media relations prick I was trying to get fired, I have to face some bottom feeders that call themselves tabloid press who have been letting the internet do their job for them, then for good measure I'll have to find a drug in that sweet spot that'll cure the worst goddamn headache ever inflicted on man without killing me." To punctuate his point the Chief inspector took some pills out of his draw and glugged them down with his coffee. He let the silence hover for as long as he could, drinking in the awkwardness that it inspired.
"Um..."
"So here's what's going to happen, you're being reassigned."
"Thank you..." Zoe began, knowing that there were fates far worse than a reassignment that could have been inflicted on her.
"Don't thank me just yet, most people would have fired your ass but I've decided I want you to suffer worse than that. You keep your rank but you're losing your constables and will be back walking a beat. Get ready to be community relations in Tits-bourne."
"...fuck!"
...
The city of Ridgecliff didn't actually have a district called Tits-borne, but it did have a strange small enclave nobody knew what to do with, just south of Titchborne Road.
Squashed into a half square mile surrounded by a train line and a river, the small area had gained a reputation as somewhere difficult to enter, where police response times were slow. However it was not the only hard to police area, Ridgecliff had enough areas of criminality they had started to specialise: anyone looking to buy or sell drugs knew to hang around the university and its associated nightclubs, anyone looking to deal in stolen goods could get anything they needed from the day market in the north east, and anyone looking to indulge even the most extreme sexual fantasies knew to go to the region unofficially christened Tits-borne.
The area had a few houses, a few shops on something equating a small promenade of with a big car park, and a seemingly endless series of accidents that seemed to befall any CCTV cameras in the area. There were no schools to speak of, although there was a park that every local parent knew not to go near.
So that was Zoe's new beat, day in, day out she would walk the streets of Tits-borne, just acting as a police presence to send a message that they were doing something about an area the local paper painted as somewhere Caligula would have been too prudish to enter. She would walk down the road, and people in a variety of scandalous outfits, or quickly donned large coats, would look at her like she was a cat about to cough up a hairball on their carpet, then she'd turn a corner and repeat the process with whichever reprobate was lurking in that shadow.
Zoe had to break up the occasional scuffle or respond to someone calling her about some outrageous sex act that had long wrapped up by the time she had arrived, but in general it actually turned out to be a pretty sweet gig. Sure she got hit on far more than she would have liked, as well as offered jobs that paid a flattering amount of money for unflattering activities. But she was firm enough to prevent people from going too far, although never gaining enough of a reputation that there weren't more people to step up to try and get her involved.
Her Chief Inspector also liked the arrangement, he was expected to keep a visible police presence in the troubled area, but if Zoe made a scene then it would mean another headache for him so a no fuss beat walk was perfect. At least until about 2 months in when he called Zoe into his office before a shift.
"You know me Sergeant Miller, if there's one thing I hate it's fuck-ups." He began, Zoe squirmed wondering if she had done something wrong. "But there is one thing I hate even more than fuck-ups; politics, the collective noun of fuck-ups. So ever since the police and crime commissioner became an elected role..."
"Police reform and social responsibility act 2011" Zoe informed.
"Well done, you know the law. You are a police officer, that's the bare minimum. Next you'll be bragging that you're wearing a hat. Anyway, as I was saying before Detective Sergeant Wikipedia decided to interrupt, policing is now political. The current bloke's a Tory, lets us get away with murder as long as we do it on the cheap. This year he's up for election against some quinoa munching socialist who wants to invest in us, but wants us to spend it on truncheon padding and social workers."
Zoe bit her tongue, she'd always felt the upper echelons were a bit regressive but as a black woman in the police force she knew saying anything even remotely progressive would be devastating for her career.
"So now the Labour one is on the local news, and she's decided that Tits-borne needs his attention. She's announced we need to leave the sex workers alone and focus more on other areas. Something you can attest that we have basically already been doing. But now she's said it, naturally our boss has to publicly disagree and accuse her of putting our citizens in danger of degeneracy by planning to change things to a different flavour of exactly the same. So I'm afraid you find yourself at the bottom of a long chain of important people asking their subordinates the following question: what are you going to do about it?"
"Do I get any additional resources?" Zoe asked.
Chief Inspector Gilchrist didn't have an honest laugh, he didn't have a warm laugh, or even a kindhearted laugh. The only laugh he knew was filled with bitterness and sarcasm, designed to grate on anyone it was pointed at, such as Zoe the moment she finished asking that question.
"Good one. Don't worry this is politics so you don't have to actually make a difference. You don't have to fix the area, just make one big bust and I'll give it to the media bods so they can plaster 'Mission Accomplished' all over the news."
"There aren't really any big timers in Tits-borne, there's some pockets of organisation but mostly it's the area's reputation that organises things and a few protection schemes that keep the punters in line." Zoe inforned.
"I didn't ask for a sociology essay, figure out something. One big bust and then we can go back to you getting a paycheck just for getting your steps in."
...
Zoe took a deep breath as she got out of her car and marched onto Titchborne Road. She was finding these days that her routine was becoming more known, or at the very least someone was keeping an eye on her and letting all the sex workers know she was coming. The streets would either be empty, or she would come across people suspicious in how innocent they were trying to act.
Zoe clearly stood out, she was wearing standard policewoman's uniform, white shirt under a laden stab vest, black trousers held up with a belt holding all manner of law enforcement devices, the classic police woman's chequered cravat, and round bowler hat that she stuffed her medium length blonde dreads into. Even her glasses were wide rimmed for maximum visibility range.
She tried her luck more than usual, engaging those she saw in conversation, trying to spot anything that she could latch onto as a first breadcrumb in finding someone to make her 'one big bust'. But by the time her shift ended she had nothing more than she usually got walking the beat.
Zoe went back to her house that night, and decided to try researching on the internet what Tits-borne was like when she wasn't looking.
Zoe's eyes bulged out of her head when she realised just how much of Tits-borne had been hidden from her during her patrols. She found innumerable videos of men picking up prostitutes she knew from the streets she walked, and filming them as they took them back to their houses to have their way with them.
Beyond that she saw an increasing trend of exhibitionists flocking to Tits-borne, the more common videos were women servicing various clients in the park or down dark alleyways. But as Zoe scrolled through she found people getting more and more brazen, walking down the street naked or even flaunting their body to passing trains. The one video that really took her breath away was of a vaguely familiar asian woman, busty with pierced nipples and covered with tattoos, crouching naked on a street corner as she worked a dildo in and out of her shaved pussy. What took Zoe's breath away was watching herself walk past in the background. She was a couple of feet away from a naked masturbating woman and didn't even notice.
'Holy shit she almost got caught by the filth.' The commenters were quick to point out.
'If I know Tits-borne you can probably fuck that cop for the right price.'
'Guys that's actually a real cop. She patrols the area and would totally have arrested me if she had seen me.' The uploader, a model who went by Deluxxxe replied.
'Ask her for a three way next time you see her.'
Zoe clicked onto the next video and sure enough it was Deluxxe, now dressed but only just, walking right up to her in the street.
"Excuse me officer." She shouted, catching Zoe's attention in the video. "I'm about to get my pussy fucked hard, how would you like to join in?"
"Ma'am I am a police officer, please do not talk to me that way. Now do you have any matters for the police?"
"Does asking to borrow your handcuffs count?"
"I thought not, please do not obstruct my patrol any further." Zoe responded in the video before continuing with her beat.
It said something about the daily smut that Zoe was exposed to that she couldn't recall that specific interaction until she had seen it on the screen. Without even questioning why she immediately scrolled down to the comments section to see the audience response to a porn star making her the centerpiece of her video.
'Jesus, what a frigid bitch. I bet a nice cock would loosen her up in more ways than one.'
'Your profession is much more respectable than hers, ACAB.'
'I'd still fuck her, as long as she asked nicely'
'Imagine being a cop in Tits-borne, everyone having a good time and you just ruining it with your presence.'
The final comment broke Zoe's mood, but it did give her an idea. She wouldn't get anywhere in uniform, but what if she visited Tits-borne in her own time in civilian clothes? She knew this could get her in trouble, but she wasn't breaking any rules, she was just taking a walk in a part of the city she lived in, in her own time.
Zoe put on some sensible clothes, packed her purse with her badge, telescopic baton, and pepper spray just in case, and drove to Titchborne Road.
Zoe couldn't tell if she had become jaded by the stream of smut that came her way on the internet, but she was surprised that she wasn't walking into a modern day Sodom and Gomorrah. There was the occasional prostitute, offering their services far more openly than was seemly, but it was hardly the den of sex and perversion the area had always been painted as, and certainly nowhere near as bad as the cherry picked videos from the internet. The worst Zoe saw was a sex worker wearing a sheer bra where her pierced nipples were clearly visible.
Zoe wandered over to the park, hoping something there would give her a lead. Sure enough, as she sat down on a bench and cocked her ears, she heard a woman yelling in the distance.
"My name is Kandy Kane, and this is my entry for Top of Tits-borne!" She yelled.
Zoe turned her head to see a petite young girl with bright pink hair in pigtails facing a camera she had set up on a tripod. She was wearing a long brown coat, however Zoe only had a moment to observe it before she was watching it fall to the floor revealing the woman's naked body below. The girl shivered as a gust of wind cut through to her core but did not falter in her performance to the camera.
"I know doing my performance in a park is less risky than some entries with girls on the high street. But I wanted room to do my dance routine." Kandy explained. She pressed a button on her phone, triggering a high energy song for her to dance to. Zoe couldn't help but be spellbound as this woman began her uniquely choreographed dance, specifically designed to be as salacious as it was energetic. She clearly had some history of gymnastics and used it to stretch herself to unbelievable angles, all while having the presence of mind to keep herself at the right position so the camera always caught the most revealing angle.
Zoe knew what would have to happen next, the rules were clear, even while off duty an officer must intervene in any law-breaking they observe. Zoe knew she would have to bring this performance to a sudden conclusion.
Only she didn't move. As much as she wanted to will herself into action all she could do was sit and watch as Kandy continued her dance.
'Officers are given leave to decide if nudity is sexualised enough to constitute a high enough degree of obscenity that the subject is committing indecent exposure.' Zoe reasoned to herself. "As this lady is simply dancing I could make the case that...'
Zoe's train of thought was interrupted by Kandy left hand beginning to rub herself through her dance. It was an impressive feat of choreography to include masturbation into the dance routine, a move that forced Zoe to drop her rationalisation.
And yet she still did not intervene. Kandy concluded her dance with a graceful one handed cartwheel that ended with her sitting on the grass spread-eagle, holding her pussy lips open for the camera. Zoe idly played with the baton in her bag but at no point was she able to push herself to go over and deal with this naked performance.
Kandy turned the camera off, picked up her coat and wrapped it back around her body. She then collected up her equipment, and to Zoe's surprise started walking over to her.
"Hope you enjoyed the show." Kandy giggled, showing Zoe that she had not faded into the background as much as she had thought and in fact had spent the whole performance blatantly staring in wonder. "If you want to see more, you'll have to subscribe to Top of Tits-borne and vote for me."
Zoe waited until Kandy was out of sight before rushing back to her car to look into this intriguing new development.
...
Top of Tits-borne was currently just a website with a big pile of 'coming soon' messages and calls for subscribers. It was somewhere between a porn channel and a reality TV show, boasting a series of elimination tasks to ascertain who was Titch-borne's queen of deviancy. The unique selling point was that it was free to all subscribers, they would be making money by allowing subscribers to organise and pay online to sleep with the contestants. Zoe wondered why any self-respecting woman would sign up for this before spotting a page for those considering being contestants.
'Do you have what it takes to be the £1,000,000 slut!' the page blared at Zoe. 'fill out the form below and upload an audition video and you may be on your way.'
Zoe couldn't imagine someone being so desperate as to want to get money that way. She admitted that everyone needed to earn a living, plenty in her community felt the same disgust about her decision to be a police officer, but to her, learning and obeying the rules had gotten her far in life and she knew the police respected that. Flaunting the rules (and your body) shouldn't pay so well without risk, should it? Surely in the long run the stability and rewards of being on the side of law and order was the better option?
That belief had certainly taken a knock when the culmination of Zoe's ideology was her pantsing briefly becoming a viral video and the following functional demotion. She used to have the camaraderie of her fellow officers, but these days she only saw them at clock in and clock out. She walked the streets of Titch-borne alone and then returned to an empty social life, her friends sick of constantly guarded comments and muted parties when the filth was present.
The next day she reported back on her discoveries. Requests for cyber-crimes help with the website was denied, as were requests for undercover support, mobile CCTV, and additional overtime. It really felt like she had been totally abandoned.
On Sunday Zoe went to the only place she didn't feel abandoned, her church. Naturally the black evangelical church had plenty of judgement for someone who had willingly joined the police, some of the older members still remembered the police profiling that inhibited the early founding of the church and hassled its congregants. But at least when God was fresh on everyone's mind they tried to hide their judgement as much as possible.
The subject of today's sermon was 'what makes someone a good person?' Ripe with the preacher's trademark call and response, heavy with scripture and singing, this was at least one part of the world where Zoe felt comfortable. The bible was the ultimate rulebook, simple commands for a good and ethical life. One part of the preacher's sermon broke through all the noise and excitement, reverberating around Zoe's head.
"I hear some people say they're a good person if they follow the rules. Sure enough there's merit in that, but it isn't the obedience that's good, it's picking the right rulebook. Many have picked rules that are self-serving, or only work for those in power, these should be cast aside if they tell you not to be a good person."
The preacher, of course, segwayed into the bible being the correct rulebook, but Zoe was left to wonder if the law she was wed to even made sense any more.
...
"This has to stop!" Chief Inspector Gilchrist yelled in annoyance as Zoe once again stood chastened in front of him. "You have filed 14 separate requests for new resources to follow this 'Top of Tits-borne' lead."
"Sir, this could pan out..."
"Didn't I make myself clear?" He once again interrupted, "this is being watched from up on high. Nothing is going to magic up more funding for you, but it does leave a paper trail of me having to deny your requests. So if nothing comes of your investigations, do you think the politicians are going to take a good hard look at their consciences and conclude 'gee we should give the police more funding if we want more from them.' Or do you think those haircuts with soulless human accessories will look for someone to scapegoat and find 14 denied requests with my fucking name on them."
"Sir, I don't see how I'm meant to..."
"How can you still not see how things work around here? If you're asked to do the impossible and not given additional resources, nobody will confirm it in writing but you are given a certain leeway. We all know the pressure, so if you have to bend a few rules, use a few strategies not in the handbook, we can help you sweep it under the rug. Do whatever it takes as long as it's free. Dismissed."
...
'Never have an idea while drunk.' Zoe didn't think to herself.
Zoe had two bottles of rosé wine to herself as she pawed over her intel and tried to think of a way to get results.
'Never have an idea while drunk, lonely, and questioning your life choices and basic philosophy.' she continued not to think.
Zoe never felt more alone than at that point, and the whole thing she had given up her friends, her community, her life for, the ideal of law and order, her chief inspector had just confirmed it only exists when times are good.
'Never have an idea that risks your career and dignity while drunk, lonely and questioning your life choices.' she absolutely didn't think as she pulled up the Top of Tits-borne website and clicked on the button marked 'apply'.
~~~
Name: Pink Steele
Height: 5 ft.11
Weight: 11 st. 6 lbs.
Age: 25
Ethnicity: Black Caribbean
Hair colour: blonde
Eye colour: brown
Bra size: 32d
Number of past sexual partners (estimate if necessary): 0
Have you ever had an STD (we will test all contestants at the start): no
Have you ever had any children: no
Website: N/A
Click below to upload your audition video.
~~~
"Shit I need to do a video." Zoe slurred to herself. She gazed at the clock and saw it was late, but she also had the sad realisation that nobody would miss her if she slipped out. She started by looking for an appropriately slutty outfit, but her total lack of a social life meant that her wardrobe was mostly police garments or church clothes. After much agonising, she remembered Kandy Kane's performance and fished out a long black coat that used to get a lot of wear in the winter months when she needed something smart to go over her church clothes.
Already Zoe felt humiliated, just wearing a coat over her naked body, stood in her own house. Each time she swayed with a momentary drunken loss of balance she felt the lining gliding over her skin and it made her shudder. Her progress was slow and juddery with the waxing and waning of her nerves. She would summon up a wave of courage to do one quick basic action that moved her further to her hideous decision and then once again freeze in fear.
She put on some makeup that had been growing dust at the back of her bathroom cabinet. Then she put in some contact lenses. Then she put on her left shoe. Then she put on her right shoe. Then she put her phone in her pocket. Eventually she ordered an Uber to drop her at the train station a few streets away from Tits-borne, she knew from experience nobody wanted the perverted hassle of driving someone into Tits-borne and she didn't want an after dark Uber ride to that area on her profile history.
She pressed confirm on the Uber and she knew she would now be taking her trip. She could still back out at any time, but the final decision now lay at a secondary location.
As the Uber pulled up outside, Zoe's heart began to do backflips. She took a deep breath, buttoned and belted her coat as tight as it could go, then shakily walked to the Uber.
Once she was outside, she felt the chill of the night air beginning to invade under her coat, adding a cold prickle to the caress of coat lining on bare skin. She carefully climbed into the back of the car, desperately adjusting a readjusting so not even a hint of her body escaped her coat. Luckily for her, her driver was not observant or talkative so she was able to have a calm uneventful drive to the station.
As Zoe got out of the car, she wondered if her driver was confused that she was going to a train station further away from her house than several others, at a time when all train stations were closed. The driver didn't think about these sorts of things but the paranoid suspense of Zoe's mission led her mind on wild theories about who could uncover her plans.
Despite her nerves and the return of the prickling night air to her skin, walking towards Titchborne Road felt like walking downhill for Zoe. She was able to overcome a certain extent of her nerves through the gradual creeping familiarity of her surroundings. It was like returning to home territory, she knew every road and building of Tits-borne, she knew where things did and didn't happen, she felt comfortable with it. Soon she was standing on the home turf of Titchborne road as the horizon began to glow with an incoming morning.
"I'm sexy, I just need to quickly show off my body, then when I qualify they'll have to make contact with me and I can nick the bastards." Zoe mumbled to herself as she stared down the empty road. Tits-borne was in flux at the moment, too late for parties to still be happening, too early for any residents who worked a 9 to 5 to be awake, so the world was graciously quiet as Zoe unbuttoned her coat and slowly slipped the belt open.
She started with a quick flash, a split second of opening her coat before rapidly closing it again, the waft of chill night air fanning the flames of Zoe's bad idea. She glanced around but the silent road still yielded to her experimentation.
Slower this time Zoe opened her coat, then her hands shook as she let go and slowly moved her arms to her sides. She was now stood, swaying in the night with her coat open, her naked body not completely exposed but visible to anyone who could see her from the front. She let out a nervous giggle and fished her phone out of her pocket, turning on her front facing camera.
Zoe jumped in and out of reality as she saw her naked body on her phone, shivering with cold and excitement in the middle of Titchborne Road, then looked down to confirm what was happening on her phone was really happening to her. She studied her body, her breasts heaving up and down with her rapid yet sharp breathing, her dark nipples standing to attention, her toned, muscular body covered in goosebumps providing a topographic map of her nerves.
Zoe looked at her exposed pussy and wished she had taken a moment to neaten up her bush, an untrimmed testament to the lack of romantic attention she had been getting whilst she was throwing her life into policing. As she angled her camera down to get a closer look at a glint of moistness, she learned something already well known to other deviants, that she could keep her head above the camera and not show her face. Before she was hoping that the blonde dreads dominating her head (that were usually hidden under her hat), the thick layer of makeup and lack of trademark glasses would protect her identity long enough for this plan to work. Instead she decided to take the less risky approach as she pointed the camera at her body and touched the red button that started her recording.
"Hello, my name is Pink Steele..." Zoe nervously said through chattering teeth, still feeling proud of the porn star name she had thought up of on the fly, "and this is my audition to be Top of Tits-borne."
Zoe suddenly realised she had not planned this through at all. Her drunken mind had only gotten as far as public nudity in the district she knew, but if she wanted to qualify for this strange internet contest, she needed more than just a quick selfie on a quiet street. The stupidity of her situation washed over her as she stood staring into the town. Suddenly without any warning she found herself walking her patrol route, her coat fluttering open in the breeze of her forward momentum.
"So umm... I'm going to do a lap of Tits-borne so everyone can see my naked body." Zoe nervously acknowledged as she turned the corner and began to head towards the shopping promenade.
The shops were closed and empty, but that didn't stop Zoe worrying about an early rising employee or a diligent shopper as each display window lit up her exposed body. At one moment, she heard the distant roar of a car's engine and decided to turn and face away from the road, hoping the driver didn't notice her open coat as he cruised past into the night.
"Fuck, do you think he saw me?" She asked the camera, before letting out a nervous laugh and continuing with her beat.
Zoe rounded down some residential streets and swum in the emptiness, her exposure sweeping through the still air like a stone skipping across a lake. As she walked down the last road she sighed at how uneventful the roads had been. Then she gasped that she could have such a reaction, she was being far more adventurous than she had ever been, and she always revelled in detailed uneventful plans coming together as anticipated, however now all she could think of is the excitement of something going wrong.
She turned through the gates of the park, still intimidatingly dark as the early morning twilight struggled to break into the world, her nerves calming at the quiet stillness, the long shadows and the trees to hide behind. As she felt her nerves settle, instead of taking that as a cue to relax Zoe felt an indescribable push to up the risk.
"As the park is less busy than the streets, how about I leave my coat here over the gate?" She announced, shocked that she had said such a thing and filled with trepidation that now it was said on camera, she had no choice but to follow through.
The camera jostled as Zoe began to inelegantly remove her coat, her nerves slowing her progress as much as the complex task of holding her camera fixed on her body and cutting off her face while she ran her coat over her arms. It took some shuffling and jostling but soon Zoe was staring in disbelief at her coat in her hand as her naked body shivered in its full exposure.
Zoe's video twisted with her as she let the camera roam her body, now capturing her exposed bottom, toned by days of walking the beat, as much a product of Tits-borne as the newly discovered perversion of its owner. A shuddering gasp escaped her mouth as she willed her hand to relax, dropping the coat to the ground.
It took every shred of willpower for Zoe to take that first step into the park, leaving behind her only covering. Her second step moved with her momentum and felt easier, then soon she found herself once again walking her usual patrol route around the park, now without a stitch of clothing, and a phone held at arm's length to record her quivering body and its journey into the unknown.
A slight shriek of fear left Zoe's mouth as she followed the path far enough that her coat was now shrouded in darkness, only existing as a memory as she ventured further and further from her only covering. The crunch of the occasional loose pebble or fallen stick under her feet jolting her into hypervigilant inaction for a moment before continuing her journey. Absent-mindedly, Zoe also began to stroke her nudity with her free hand as her naked patrol progressed.
The park was graciously empty as Zoe did a full loop, the closer she got to her coat the more worked up she began to feel at the sensation of her soft hand tracing her cold skin. She wondered if her coat would still be there when she returned to the park entrance, then her wondering became a fantasy, a dream of the morning sun cresting over Tits-borne, the streets filling with people as she tried to figure out how to get home with nothing but her phone.
Her heart skipped a few beats as she couldn't see her coat where she had dropped it, but then calmed again when she saw the gentle morning breeze had blown it onto a nearby hedge for easy collection.
'Grand finale' Zoe's buzzing mind practically yelled at her. 'This performance needs a grand finale'. As she pulled her coat out of the bush she had an idea, and immediately followed through with it before any higher reasoning could intervene.
Zoe put her phone on the ground, propped against a tree, facing the path. She then wrapped her coat around her head, concealing her identity at the price of plunging her into the darkness of her makeshift mask/blindfold.
She crawled away from the camera a couple of steps before turning around. She guessed what direction she would turn to face the camera, then sat up with her legs in an M shape so the camera could get a good view of her fingering her pussy.
Zoe had pictured a slow sensual touching with over-the-top moaning, like in some of the porn movies she had watched. However the moment her finger touched her labia, it was like a surge of energy reverberating through her body. With her sight cut off all she could do was surrender to the sensations and immediately begin fingering her wet pussy as hard as fast as she could.
Zoe didn't care that she was making the most undignified noises, or that her rapid fingers and twitching body probably didn't look very sensuous for the camera, or that she went from touching herself to an earth shattering orgasm in record time. All she cared about was surrendering to her urges.
Zoe crawled back in the direction she came from and after a bit of time feeling around was able to find her phone and point it away from her as she took her coat off her head. Zoe stopped the recording, put her coat back on, and suddenly felt a wave of shame hit her as she scuttled out if Tits-borne to somewhere safe to order an Uber.
...
'I can't believe I've walked this beat naked.' Zoe once again thought to herself as she began her patrol. It had been a fortnight since that night and it had been all Zoe could think of.
'I can't believe somewhere, some pimp has a video of me walking my beat naked.' She continued to think, barely taking in her surrounding remembering the burst of excitement and shame that welled through her as she uploaded the video and clicked submit.
Zoe hadn't heard back from the contest, now sober, part of her hoped she'd never hear from it again. She hoped that it would remain a single crazy evening and that she'd find some other way to make that big bust the chief inspector was still pushing her for.
It hadn't entirely been left in the past, as every day in Tits-borne was spent reliving that one perverted night over and over again in her head.
"Excuse me... um, police woman." A middle aged man in a suit called out from outside a boarded up pub called The Swan and Whistle. "Can I have a quick word?"
Zoe shook herself out of her stupor and plastered a professional smile on her face.
"Good morning sir, what is the issue?" Zoe replied.
"Well I've recently bought this pub, about to revamp and reopen it, so I figured engaging with the local bobby from day one would help us both." He surmised in a thick American accent, holding out his hand for Zoe to shake. "Jackson Grant."
"Sergeant Zoe Miller." Zoe introduced herself, shaking his hand. "How are you finding the area?"
"Very welcoming. I know about the reputation but it's not the den of depravity I was expecting." He joshed. "Although I already have some evidence of law-breaking if you want to take a look?"
He led Zoe into the pub, a quiet dusty relic of days gone by, furniture and fixtures still getting rusty with age after being left behind by the previous owner. He picked out his laptop and pulled up a video. Zoe's eyes widened as she heard her voice announce "hello, my name is Pink Steele..."
"Look at this reprobate, she walks right by my pub." He observed as Zoe watched her naked body strolling on his laptop screen.
"Sir, I don't think it's appropriate for you to be showing me..." Zoe began.
"But this is evidence of a crime. I mean you can't entirely make out her identity, but there are some clues. There's her race; Black Caribbean like yourself; her hair sometimes peeks into the shot, blonde dreadlocks, quite similar to the ones that peek out of your hat when you aren't too careful getting ready; then there's the route she walks, exactly the same as your patrol route isn't it?" Zoe was frozen in place, her stomach filling with stones.
"Where did you get this video? And how dare you..."
"Where did I get this video?" Jackson once again interrupted, "why it was sent to me by the performer. Uploaded onto a website I run. How do you think I should respond to this evidence? Do you think I should hand it in to your boss at police HQ along with my suspicions about the performer's identity?"
"No, I don't think that's necessary, I can..." Zoe tried to interject.
"Oh I don't think so. I wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of your colleagues, you know, by handing in evidence without a definitive ID. So far I only have a suspicion of who she is. Maybe if I got further evidence of who was in the video, I could feel confident handing it to you... so you could hand it to your colleagues of course."
Zoe stood in a stunned silence as his heavily implied ultimatum rumbled through her mind.
"Then again, maybe the organisers of this 'Top of Tits-borne' event she mentions are willing to keep her ID a secret. Maybe if she plays ball they will censor anything people could use to figure out who she is and her job need never be at risk." Jackson drooled through his victorious smirk.
"I've got to go." Zoe blurted out as she made a quick march for the door.
"I'm sure you do."
...
Zoe put her coat over the back of the pew and sat down, relishing the brief stillness before the sermon for her to gather her thoughts. That morning she had received an email from the Top of Tits-borne contest. It had elusively restated Jackson's already elusively stated terms. It was once again wrapped in hypotheticals and loose statements that couldn't be used as evidence, but had made a specific request. If she wanted to continue on to the next round of Top of Tits-borne, they wanted a nude photograph of her, somewhere in Tits-borne, with her full face and hair, and her ID.
"Brothers and sisters, please quiet down and be ready to get loud." Her pastor announced, ready to start the sermon, banishing her worries in favour of the holy spirit. She always felt relaxed at church, and when she was relaxed that was the best time to reflect on her problems. It was the usual rollercoaster of bombastic theology, but one section stood out for Zoe.
"...and when we're beset by evil men what do we do? We could give up? We could hold firm? Or we could double down! When we are slapped, Jesus doesn't just say take the high road, he commands us to turn the other cheek. Jesus doesn't just say ignore temptation, he commands us to pluck out our eyes in its presence. We aren't just weathering the storm of sin, we go the extra mile to command the storm with our righteousness. Next time the world tells you to become less holy, less godly, less in touch with your spirit, don't just say no, go that extra mile to prove yourself better than those who would seek to suppress you."
"Amen!" Zoe yelled.
...
Zoe once again swayed in front of her computer, she had her plan, then she had her wine, then she had the courage to follow through on her plan. She once again looked at the photo she had just taken. It was her sitting naked and spread eagle as she was at the end of the previous video. However this time she had included her head, hair, and even her trademark glasses in the photo. The other difference this time resting just above her pubis was her police warrant card, an open leather wallet with her police ID on one side and metal shield on the other.
But to stamp her authority on the whole situation, Zoe had chosen a unique location for the photo. She had broken into Jackson's pub and was sitting on the bar as the flash went off illuminating her penetrating deviancy.
This was a huge risk, but once she was in the contest, she could get all the evidence she needed to lock away everyone involved. She was sure if the bust was impressive enough they would bend the rules to keep this one photo out of the evidence record.
She took a sharp intake of breath as she clicked 'send' on her reply email.
...
"Please, please, please tell me you are close to doing something we can class as a success." Chief Inspector Gilchrist groaned as Zoe stood respectfully on the other side of his desk.
"I'm on the brink of something. One of the major pimps in the area is utilising an interesting strategy to recruit sex workers. I have infiltrated this process and am using it to gather evidence on him." Zoe reported.
"Alright, that's good, there's only a slight issue with that approach..." her chief inspector acknowledged. He was clearly prompting Zoe to ask what, but when she didn't take the bait he answered his own implied question. "He isn't currently in our cells right now ready for our angry Tory overseer to do a photoshoot."
"You mean Police and Crime Commissioner Leon Stansgate?" Zoe corrected.
"Don't give politicians names, it humanises them." The chief inspector replied, taking a big swig of his coffee. "What'll it take to get this over the line?"
"Only an assurance. Infiltration has required some slight bending of the rules. Would I be able to have first look over digital evidence after I've brought him in?"
"Ah, that old chestnut. You know in the old days we could just accidentally drop a hard drive on the floor and in most cases it was too expensive to clean up. Now with cloud computing and internet nonsense we have to be more clever. That being said, after the bust is made I see no issue with you being in charge of collecting and archiving IT evidence." Chief inspector Gilchrist seemed far more at ease now that Zoe had asked to break the rules.
"Very well sir. It shouldn't take long before I have everything I need."
...
Zoe read and re-read the email she had been sent from the Top of Tits-borne website. It was clear that Jackson was now convinced he had the upper hand as all cunning sophistry and evasive phraseology had been dropped.
~~~
Dear Sergeant Zoe Miller (I'm sorry I mean Pink Steele),
Oh my god I can't believe you are such a stupid horny bitch. Not only are you now a contestant for Top of Tits-borne, I now own your cunt.
Full disclosure, I had several videos as vanilla as yours in the in-tray and I sent them all packing, I want only the most shameless sluts for my contest. But if you don't want your audition tape and photo plastered on every police notice board in the country that's what you're about to become.
So here's the new deal, you get to keep your identity secret throughout the contest, but in return I will be getting 100% of the money I make selling your ass, plus I expect you to give my challenges your all, if you lose you're getting unmasked live on my website.
You have made the dumbest mistake of your life and now I get to make you a bitch of my own design. The word "no" doesn't exist for you any more. You are about to become the dirtiest whore in the country.
Come to The Swan and Whistle next Thursday at midday. You may wear a mask and nothing else. I have eyes all over Tits-borne (how do you think I knew your patrol route) so if your clothes are left anywhere south of Titchborne Road, I'll be taking them and discarding them properly. Then for good measure I'll leave your stupid slut photo plastered to the door of that church you visit every Sunday.
And shave your cunt, all my slaves have shaved cunts.
-Your new owner
~~~
Zoe nervously chuckled, she was sure that he had now let his guard down, now she just had to be confident that she could delete anything incriminating if she arrested him. She now had to think of how to respond to his looming deadline. She could give the word and have a whole rapid response team ready to fuck up his day, but she thought about it and once anything that could be used to identify her had been scrubbed she didn't have any evidence left she could use to justify searching his tech and unravelling his operation. She wondered that if she was a contestant, would others also be there next Thursday? Contestants whose statements could add up to enough probable cause to chuck him in a cell while they turned over his life.
Deep down she came to a realisation that even with him cockily claiming the upper hand, he still knew she was a cop, and would still be taking precautions. First contact was going to be embarrassing, but it was necessary to try and grasp something she could nail to him. He even displayed his mastery over her schedule, knowing that she doesn't patrol on Thursdays and so that would be the day for her to turn up naked on his doorstep.
Zoe went to the shop and bought a bottle of wine. She placed it in the fridge ready for next Thursday before heading to the shower with her razer.
...
Zoe parked her car in a different side street off Titchborne Road from her usual stop. She got out so she could check and recheck her surroundings. The pub was a 15 minute walk away and yet she had arrived an hour early, plenty of time to drink the bottle of wine in her glove compartment and have a healthy buzz going ready for her order.
She had spent the week in a state of heightened exhilarated trepidation, every time she felt the constant unfamiliar smoothness between her legs, her mind wandered to the precipice of the ordeal she was now on the verge of doing.
Zoe took a swig of her wine then paused to think over her plan, then she took a much larger swig of her wine. She had decided to simply go along with Jackson's demands for now and wait for an opening, not much of a plan but enough for her to endure. She took another large swig out of her bottle of wine and looked at her mask.
Amazon next day delivery had graced her with a bright pink latex hood with openings for her eyes and mouth. She had tried it on in her apartment and although tight, it concealed her hair and identity enough for her to trust it. She took another swig of wine.
She felt the haze of drunkenness beginning to fall over her eyes and continued to watch exhibitionist porn videos until she had finished the bottle, using the smut to force herself in the right mindset for the challenge ahead. As the last dregs of wine trickled down her throat, she took one last look around the cul-de-sac she was in, checked the time to assure herself she wasn't going to be too early or too late, and once certain of her privacy and punctuality she stretched the latex mask over her head and then began to strip off her clothes.
There was no ceremony or grace to her stripping, it was a utilitarian series of fumbling and bouncing around her car until she felt her fabric seats pressing against her bare flesh from her neck to her thighs. She took a moment to catch her breath, before realising that her car and its licence plate were still stamping her identity on this naked woman in an unmistakable fetish mask. She opened the door and slid out of the car.
Being outside, naked, in broad daylight was an entirely different experience to her audition tape. Zoe could see everything clearly, her threat detection was now a constant blaring alarm with added embarrassment knowing that everyone else could see as far as she could. She dropped into a crouch and hid behind some wheelie bins while she formulated a plan. Then she got distracted by the car keys in her hand.
Zoe's car was holding everything she owned, she had to lock it, but she knew if she turned up to the pub clutching her keys, Jackson could very easily relieve her of them. He had already shown a social sadism and disregard for her wellbeing, he would find it very funny forcing her to walk all the way home in this state. On the other hand, he had also shown a wide reaching surveillance network. What if she hid her keys and one of his friends was watching, able to go collect them the moment she was out of sight?
Eventually she realised being paralysed by fear wouldn't solve the problem. She snuck up to her car, checked the emptiness of the cul-de-sac for the thousandth time, then tucked her car keys inside her wheel arch before jumping back into cover.
One bottle of wine had clearly not been enough as the sobering fear of her predicament hit Zoe. She shivered to herself as she burst off in a sprint to hide behind another bin, slowly making her way out of the cul-de-sac and on to Titchborne road, the outer border of her enemy's territory.
Cars streamed by, the late morning traffic relentless for someone hoping not to be seen. She kept waiting for an opening that wasn't coming, 'just after this car' repeating over and over in her mind. Eventually she made peace that there was no way to cross the road without being seen, so Zoe took a deep breath and prepared for her grand unveiling to Tits-borne.
Zoe jumped out from behind the bins and sprinted across the road, her breasts bouncing with each thunderous footfall. She squealed in humiliated shock as the car she ran in front of began honking its horn, confirming that its occupants had seen her exposed and degraded.
Zoe looked for some cover to duck behind on the other side of the road, but nothing seemed right for her. The momentum of her running simply continued once she had reached the curb, giving up stealth for speed. She was now streaking.
She turned a corner and let out a whimper of shame as a man and a woman approached her on the pavement. Their eyes locked with hers and in that moment she could see others seeing her. They weren't behind a camera or in a honking car, two human beings were looking directly at her naked body. People she had never met were now staring at her most intimate parts and all she could do was bear their gazes as she kept running.
"You wanna try that next?" The man joked to his partner.
"Gross. I could never be that perverted." The woman replied, her remarks cutting through Zoe like a knife. A couple of weeks ago she never thought she could be this perverted either. Yet as she passed the couple and kept running, Zoe had to admit there was a fearful exhilaration to her tribulations. Ever since being reassigned to Tits-borne, there had been a melancholy routine to her life, just church and work without a chance of promotion or reassignment. Now something was actually happening, something disturbing and humiliating, but at least it was something. Some people had just seen her running naked down the street.
Then she turned the corner to the shopping parade and saw a lot more people about to see her running naked down the street.
There were whistles and catcalls, insults and jeers, if she got too close to someone she would feel an errant swat or grope on her body, Zoe was immediately and overwhelmingly swarmed with every possible reaction to her sexual humiliation. She tried her hardest to fight through the crowd, but Tits-borne's reputation meant that to all gathered, this was yet another fetishist doing something for a sexual thrill, so everything they did to join in must be fair game.
As Zoe approached the pub, her pace was slowed by the crowd she had gathered with her degrading display, but beyond those who had stopped to laugh and take pictures, Zoe noticed a similar crowd gathered on the other side of the road. The eye of this storm of attention seemed to be converging on the Swan and Whistle, a collision course with Zoe's path. Zoe firmly pushed a couple of people out of the way, earning herself some additional swats on her bottom for her troubles, and saw another woman, naked but for a mask.
This woman seemed slightly older than Zoe, probably her mid-thirties, pale skin, a fuller figure, and certainly more substantial breasts. However she had chosen to hide her identity behind a cartoonish purple alsatian mask. Blushing from the very middle of herself as errant hands and mean comments intruded from all directions. She noticed Zoe and soon the two contestants found themselves matching each other's pace so they arrived at the front door of the pub together.
Zoe knocked on the door and they both waited. Now stood together, Zoe and her new friend now formed the centre of a cheering crowd that showed no sign of abating. Zoe knocked again.
"Calm down sluts, you're four minutes early." Jackson yelled through the letterbox. "I know you're eager to whore yourselves out but I'm not letting you in until midday, so you'll just have to find a way to keep yourselves busy until then."
Zoe and the other woman simultaneously turned to their audience, frozen in fear at now being locked out and unable to keep moving to keep the crowd of Tits-borne at bay. Zoe knew her crowd control training, even outnumbered strong commands and a threat of physical retaliation can go a long way to prevent a crowd from surging forward, but she didn't yell or threaten, she stood silent as the crowd approached.
Then the most unexpected thing happened, as Zoe's mind raced with thoughts of crowd ravagement, her body at the whims of a surging mass of hands, instead the crowd simply continued laughing and taking pictures. Everyone was only taking a moment or two out of their busy day to acknowledge the two naked women before moving on. Zoe didn't know if she was relieved or offended at the lack of non-consensual action directed at her exposed body.
After the longest four minutes of her life, Zoe heard the door open behind her. Zoe and her friend darted into the pub as Jackson closed the door behind them. The first thing they noticed as they entered the pub was the camera on a tripod behind the bar. Jackson pointed them towards two X's that had been drawn on the floor, their mark to stand on for the shot ahead.
"Welcome to this Top of Tits-borne pre-show." Jackson announced to the camera as Zoe and the mystery woman took their places. "So six women qualified for our show, but you may notice that these two have been allowed to wear masks. That's because they are both prominent members of the Tits-borne community, whose lives would be over if we revealed their identities."
Zoe and the other women squirmed in place, he wasn't underselling the huge risk they were taking being a part of this contest.
"This stupid whore goes by the name Pink Steele." Jackson announced, picking up the camera so he could get a closer look at Zoe's body before quickly moving on to the other woman. "And this stupid whore goes by the name Milf-Pie."
He took a moment to roughly grope each captive in turn before retreating back to get both in view.
"You may notice I'm going to be much meaner to these two than the other contestants. By being open and honest whores the other contestants have my respect, and more importantly have the right to walk away without consequences. These two cunts thought they could enter anonymously and I would just let that shit slide. So I worked out both of their real identities, and now they are in my pocket. Plus as an added bonus, if they lose those masks of theirs are gone and their lives are over."
"But here's the bad news for our dumb deviant's, there's only one winner of Top of Tits-borne, so even if these two are both perfect sluts from now on, at least one of them is having their life ruined right here in this pub." He announced, drinking in the shudder that ran up and down the bodies of his blackmailees. "So let's start by talking about these masks."
He moved the camera extra close to Zoe's face.
"Look at the wincing discomfort on her face as I tell her how screwed she is, you can see her mouth curling with disgust and her eyes widening with fear." He sadistically narrated before moving over to Milf-Pie. "Now look at this bitch in her dog mask, points for calling yourself a bitch but I can't even stick a cock in your mouth let alone read your expressions. So next time I want to see you in an identical mask to Pink Steele over here, is that clear?"
Milf-Pie nodded to Jackson's demand as Zoe allowed a strange sense of pride well up from having the most humiliating choice of mask.
"Now let's talk about your applications, which are now on the website, as we have a couple of queries. Let's start with Pink Steele here, you say you're a 25 year old virgin. No way is someone this slutty not getting a hard cock every night. Why are you so unfuckable?" Jackson asked, giving Zoe's breast a playful slap. Zoe's mouth hung open in shock and all she could do was shrug her shoulders. "It's alright we'll muffle your voice on the video, let's hear your answer."
"I'm... I'm saving myself for marriage." Zoe rehashed the same lie she's used time and time again to justify her lack of a romantic life.
"Not any more you're not. I'm going to make it my mission to make your first time as degrading as possible. Then when you lose and your face is plastered all over the internet, you'll never get a husband." Jackson taunted before moving over to Milf-Pie. "Speaking of husbands, yours doesn't know what a massive whore you are, does he?"
"No." Milf-Pie replied, her voice heavily muffled by her mask.
"I said no to all the applicants that had kids, but I made an exception for you. Your cunt better not be all stretched out from firing out brats. Hell, maybe while your cuck husband is at home with his cum gremlins, we'll get to work making them a half brother or sister." Zoe could see through Milf-Pie's body language that this taunting was cutting deep, but she could also see the telltale glisten on a shaved pussy of a deviant who was enjoying her humiliation.
Jackson backed up to once again get them both in the shot.
"Alright sluts; turn around, bend over, and spread those cheeks. This is going to be the promo picture on the website." Jackson ordered. Zoe and Milf-Pie obeyed, hesitantly turning around on exposing their most intimate parts.
Zoe was happy that her face was facing away from the camera so Jackson couldn't see her lip quivering at the final humiliation driving home how much she had fallen. She was a respectable police officer, before the pantsing incident she was on the fast track to the top, now she was letting a dirty pimp film her privates for his website, laughing and taunting the sergeant he now held in the palm of his hand.
"Alright cunts, I'm sick of looking at you now. Off you fuck." Jackson quipped, pointing them towards the exit. Zoe and Milf-Pie slowly made their way to the front door, dreading the walk back to their respective lives.
"So where did you get that mask?" Milf-Pie quickly asked Zoe.
"Amazon." Zoe replied, opening the door and stepping back into the crowded street.
...
Zoe was happy to be home, nobody had stopped her on the way back to a car that was still parked where she had left it. She had put her clothes back on then went for a long lunch to flush the alcohol out of her system before driving home.
By the time she got home, only one thing was on her mind, going on the Top of Tits-borne website to see if video of her ordeal had been uploaded. The first thing she noticed was that the page had a new header, the Top of Tits-borne logo was now sandwiched between two bent and spread cheeks, her pussy and anus were now one of the first things anyone visiting this website would see. Zoe let out a small moan of humiliation before scrolling down to find a link to a promotional livestream.
Sure enough when she clicked on the link and pressed play on the video, there she was in all her naked glory, shuffling into the bar with Milf-Pie. She watched the video through, trying to figure out what to do next, at one point feeling rage boil up in her that Jackson had lied about muffling her voice. Each time she watched the video unfold she knew deep down there was an angle, but it was like the answer was stuck in a corridor of her brain, behind some complex feelings that the video elicited. She gave up with a sigh and instead decided to scroll through the comments section.
'I can't wait to see you put these whores through hell before ripping off their masks for us all to see.'
'Milf-pie is a bit flabby for my liking, I wanna see more of Pink Steele, a taught virgin slut is a rare thing."
'Straw poll, who are you looking forward to seeing unmasked more?' (Zoe scrolled through the replies to this comment, even though the poll was relatively evenly split, it still made her shudder at the number of people rooting for her demise.)
'You need to find someone especially fat and ugly to take away Pink Steele's virginity before pumping a baby into Milf-Pie.'
'I don't know how dark this is going to get, but if it were up to me I'd have Pink Steele losing her virginity to a dog in the middle of the park.'
'I don't know why everyone's talking about knocking up Milf-Pie, we should be talking about getting a baby pumped into Pink Steele, give her a fat ugly baby to remember her first time.'
Zoe continued to scroll down the wall of comments calling for her abject debasement, and as she did so she suddenly noticed that without any conscious input, her hand had slid down under her knickers and she was lightly playing with herself. She gasped at the feeling of how wet she was watching man after man objectify her, call her every mean word they could think of, plot every sexual demise they could imagine all focussed around her exposed body.
She went to the drawer in her bedside cabinet and got out her vibrator, putting it on its highest setting and pressing it hard against her clit as she continued to read every dark and disgusting comment aimed at her. She squealed to a body-wracking orgasm and collapsed on her chair. In the post-orgasmic glow, she found that without sexual frustration blocking the way her ideas flowed more freely, there was a way out of this for her.
Pink Steele didn't have to win the contest, she just had to beat Milf-Pie.
Zoe didn't know how prominent Milf-Pie was, but she was prominent enough to be worth disguising, and she was being blackmailed just like Zoe. Once Milf-Pie was unmasked, they could get her giving evidence of blackmail and extortion. Guided by Zoe's inside knowledge, the investigation could run very smoothly once Milf-Pie's testimony started opening doors. She could arrest Jackson and delete all material he had on her, while showing off her big bust to the higher ups. This could even get her career back on track, being the officer who brought down the most visible pimp in Tits-borne.
She sighed and found herself more relaxed, it's amazing how cleansing a wank and a good idea can be.
...
Whenever Zoe was angrily summoned to Chief Inspector Gilchrist's office, she could never tell if he was angry about something new, for example figuring out one of his officers is a competitor on a pornagraphic TV show, or if he was just asking for a regular update with his usual background level of anger. She felt her stomach fluttering with nerves as she entered his office and hoped it was the latter.
"Do you know what I hold in my hand right now Sergeant Miller?" The Chief Inspector asked.
"I don't..."
"When you go home, do a Google search on rhetorical questions, in the meantime just know that I don't want your input for a while." The chief inspector interrupted. "In my hand, I have a freedom of information request. We are being asked to compile a list of all resources being directed at the area south of Titchborne Road, running the border of the train tracks and the river. And we are to share this treasure trove of your salary and the odd emergency response expense, with Caroline Foxton."
"The Labour candidate for police and crime commissioner?" Asked Zoe.
"The address we are to send the information to is her campaign headquarters. So yeah, the hippies have a space on their recycled hemp leaflets reserved for you. So here's the latest headache, I could respond to the FOI promptly, skeezy politician number 2 complains we either spend too much or not enough depending on what the focus groups want to hear, and I get fired by skeezy politician number 1. I could drag my feet and not respond until forced to, but then I'd be pissing off skeezy politician number 2, someone who, if the polls are to be believed, is our future boss."
"Maybe we could..."
"Do you really think I need your input to make this decision?" The chief inspector interrupted. "Do you think that since we last met I've had a series of blows to the head and I now need your help to do my fucking job. There is a solution, it's called 'you doing your fucking job.' I've bounced the request up to the commissioner's office, let him do some stalling. Then when you make the bust I release the data. I did my job, skeezy politician number 1 gets to say he gets results, skeezy politician number 2 gets to say it wasn't worth it, or it was overkill, or that she thinks someone involved in the arrest should have been vegan, whatever she wants to get upset about. And while they continue in their unfulfilling lives of getting angry for approval, we get to keep our jobs and ignore all the nonsense."
"How long do I have? Because I'm on the verge of..."
"We're law enforcement, we don't have deadlines, we have a series of powerful morons yelling 'now' at us over and over again. Just get it done fast. Dismissed."
...
Zoe shuddered as she saw the notification on her phone. New email from Top of Tits-borne, subject: introduction and first challenge.
~~~
Alright Bitch,
Time to make some money off your ass, I hope you don't have any plans for Friday night as the first filming session starts at 7pm at the Swan and Whistle.
Wear something slutty.
~~~
Zoe was a little panicked that she had no slutty clothes and Friday was too soon to order anything online. But she was mostly hopeful that Milf-Pie would fall at the first hurdle and if so, she would be ready to make her move.
...
Zoe once again adjusted her tight bright pink tube top, desperate for it not to fall down despite her hard nipples being clearly visible pressing up against the fabric. She walked slowly down the road hoping nobody would get a glance up her matching pink short skirt concealing a tiny black thong. Her high heeled shoes on the edge of what she was capable walking in. Her efforts to contain her dignity undermined by the pink latex mask that seemed to be catching everyone's attention, reminding Zoe of the same self-consciousness she felt walking into the clothes shop near the university notorious for selling risky outfits to slutty students.
Zoe gave the street a tentative look before ducking into the Swan and Whistle, this time the door was left graciously unlocked. As she arrived there were two other contestants already there. She immediately recognised Kandy Kane, dressed in a skintight gymnastics outfit ready to make use of her flexibility and athleticism. Zoe didn't recognise the statuesque brunette she was talking to but she did recognise the look they gave her as she entered the room.
That glare over their shoulders, it was the same one she got from her family and friends whenever they saw her in a police uniform, it was the look of disgust mixed with betrayal. Kandy and her friend had laid it all on the line, they were proud sex workers without pretension. As far as they were concerned Pink Steele was a tourist, a coward, a woman looking to take what was rightfully their's without even showing her face. Zoe immediately knew she would not have allies among the other contestants.
She awkwardly waited and then continued to awkwardly wait after Deluxxxe confidently strode in, deliberately forcing Zoe to jump out of the way or be barged aside. After a bit more time Milf-Pie finally arrived, now in a pink latex mask to match Zoe's. She caught the collective daggers shot at her and decided to stand next to the other pariah, not talking but at least not alone.
Very shortly after Milf-Pie had entered the final competitor entered, a glamorous blonde bombshell strutted in, placing her sunglasses in her white diamond clutch. She impatiently folded her arms waiting for the show to start.
"Alright contestants!" Jackson announced emerging from the 'staff only' door behind the bar. "Let's line up for our opening scene. Alphabetical order so Deluxxxe on the mark on the far left, then Kandy Kane, then Malibu Barbera, then Milf-Pie, then Pink Steele, then Vanya Valentine."
The contestants all lined up onto the marks, practised smiles immediately plastered across their faces as Jackson pressed record on his camera.
"First up we have Deluxxxe, how are you doing?" He asked, half way between a gameshow host and a casting couch interviewer.
"I'm great, I'm usually up for anything even when there isn't a million quid on the line." She replied through her smile.
"You are certainly known for having the bravest back catalogue, for your audition you burned your clothes in the middle of the park at midday Saturday."
"That's right, I don't hide anything." Deluxxxe boasted, shooting a dirty glance at Pink Steele and Milf-Pie.
"Very good, next we have Kandy Kane, and I have to admit I've never seen such a flexible prostitute."
"Physically and morally." Kandy replied, a practised remark considering her specialities, Jackson gave a friendly laugh before moving to the bombshell next to her.
"Malibu Barbera, got to say I was surprised to see your audition landing in my inbox, former page 3 model and major Instagram influencer, you're much better than this." Jackson gushed.
"Nobody is better than a million pounds. And if you knew my life you'd know I've probably already had a million pounds." Barbera joked, licking her lips.
"And now we come to the first of our anonymous contestants, Milf-Pie. Did you know our subscribers are all talking about how unfair it is that you're competing secretly, even though you won't be paid a cent and risk total humiliation on a failure, they still think that mask gives you an unfair advantage, so these are for you." Jackson reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle that rattled with pills as he pushed it into Milf-Pie's hand. "Those are St. John's wort. A nice supplement to help with your anxiety, any inflammation or bacterial problems you might have. Take one."
Milf-Pie poured a pull out onto her hand and stared at it with deep unease as Jackson handed her a bottle of water. She looked into his eyes and had an immediate understanding that this was not a request. She placed the pill on her mouth and swallowed it with a big glug of water.
"There we go. So although you're going to feel great, there are some side effects. There's some sensitivity to sunlight, possible insomnia and dry mouth. Also it does mean any birth control you take will not work." Milf-Pie's eyes grew wide at Jackson's revelation. "So yeah, I want you to send me a video of you taking a St. John's wort pill while holding up that day's newspaper every day, or you're disqualified."
Zoe shuddered at the mocking laughter from the other contestants. Partially out of empathy, partially out of concern that Jackson had something similar planned for her as he squared up to her mark.
"Next we have the second of our anonymous contestants, Pink Steele. Are you ready to become a dirty whore?"
"Yes, I feel like..." Zoe began.
"Terrific but you've already had your introduction so I'm not going to dwell." Jackson interrupted moving straight on to the next contestant, leaving Zoe stunned at his brevity. "Vanja, you got a visa to stay here yet?"
"My visa's in the post with your filming permits" the tall brunette joked in a thick Eastern European accent.
"Far from the only illegal thing happening here. So now we're all introduced, it's time for the first challenge. You see we're able to keep this little show free as our viewers will be able to book your sexual services through the website. So naturally your first tasks will be to take a good profile photo to use on the booking page. You have 24 hours to take a photograph of yourself, naked, handcuffed, and blindfolded somewhere impressive. Winner will be decided by an audience vote." Jackson explained, immediately all the brows of the contestants were furrowed in deep concentration thinking how to react to the task
"One more thing. Does anything think it's unfair that I punished Milf-Pie but didn't punish Pink Steele?" Jackson asked. Zoe's stomach dropped as she saw the malicious smiles cross the faces of her competitors. "So how about this, the competitor whose profile picture gets the most audience votes gets a bonus prize, they will get to choose who takes Pink Steele's virginity. No matter who you choose, they'll be popping her cherry so get ready to channel your sadism."
The surrounding performers giggled as Zoe cringed with anticipatory humiliation. She was lost in thoughts of big ugly men looming over her with lust in their eyes as Jackson announced the task had begun and to meet back in 24 hours. The others walked off and left Zoe to think about her future.
...
As Zoe walked her beat around Tits-borne, she knew Jackson had been especially mean with his timings, the other contestants could make the most of the 24 hours but she still had to put in a shift doing community support. She had a nervous energy, barely concentrating on her job as she scoured her route for good locations to take her humiliating picture.
Zoe found one location that would be perfect to take such a picture, at the top of the multistorey car park overlooking the shopping parade there were railings that would be perfect to handcuff a performer to. She realised this as she saw Vanja drop her dressing gown and begin to handcuff herself to the railings.
"Police, stop!" Zoe yelled as she began running towards the car park. Vanja began quickly getting into position to take her photograph, choosing to try and get the photo taken before fleeing.
As Zoe got to the top of the car park, Vanja was inelegantly trying to gather up her camera and dressing gown when Zoe tackled her to the floor. She slapped on some much more real handcuffs and began to read Vanja her rights as she used her radio to call for a car to come pick her up.
...
Zoe rubbed her temples, processing Vanja's arrest had taken her far beyond her standard shift and she now had even less time to take a picture of her own. It was already dark outside and Zoe knew that if she took her picture at night that would make her out to be a coward. She sat down to think through her plan, then set an alarm for obscenely early in the morning so she could put her plan into action.
...
Zoe once again stood on her mark with the other performers lined up beside her, only there was an empty space where Vanja had last stood. The pub had clearly had some building work done recently and the early signs of renovation surrounded their position. Jackson had also hooked up a projector and screen ready to go through the various girls' submissions.
"So here's how it's going to work, we're going to show each picture in turn, then the voting opens." Jackson announced, starting the show with very little fanfare. "Our competitors will be watching with bated breath as the poll live updates over the hour, however before we start that there's clearly something I have to address. Vanja is not here. Now I have eyes and ears everywhere, it's why our blackmailed sluts aren't getting paid, it's also how I happen to know that Vanja was arrested while she was having her picture taken. That means that unfortunately she did not submit a picture and so has automatically lost this round."
Zoe could have kicked herself. She needed Milf-Pie to lose and now had guaranteed herself another round of this competition and another round of humiliation.
"So the vote is no longer deciding who is getting knocked out, instead it is just picking the winner, which lucky girl gets to pick which horrible monster gets to break the seal on Pink Steele's pussy. So let's see the pictures, starting with Deluxxxe."
Jackson pressed a button on his phone, and up on screen was Deluxxxe in a location very familiar to Zoe. The alleyway by the main street, the one where Zoe had previously been a background star of one of Deluxxxe's masturbation videos. Clearly she knew this spot was safer than it looked on camera and had once again utilised it for the purpose. This time she was blindfolded and had handcuffed herself to one of the bins, her legs wide open and bust curved outwards to get the best angle for the photo. As an added bonus there was an unsuspecting passerby in the background of the photo.
Jackson pressed his phone again and now a picture flashed up of Kandy Kane, who had been very innovative. The prompt had been that the contestants had to be wearing handcuffs, but it hadn't specified on their hands. Kandy Kane was by a fence next to the train track, her left wrist cuffed to her right ankle above her head on the chain link fence. Forcing her to stand on her left tiptoes, showing off her flexibility and vulnerability, her pussy totally unobscured and welcoming.
Jackson pressed the button again and Malibu Barbera's photo flashed onto the screen. Zoe felt that the blonde bombshell had caught a lucky break with Vanja's arrest as hers was not very brave. She had handcuffed her hands in front of her body, not restraining herself in any way, as she stood blindfolded in a small cafe on the high street, clearly after the cafe had closed.
Next up was Milf-Pie, with Zoe watching intently to see the level of perversion her target could demonstrate. Nobody said that the photo had to be taken in Tits-borne, so Milf-Pie had used her initiative and had handcuffed herself to the fountain outside Ridgecliff city hall. The water rolling over her sizable breasts, the coldness mixing with her humiliation to reveal a cringing, exposed body covered in goosebumps. Zoe had to admit Milf-Pie had done a great job on the assignment.
Finally it was time for Zoe's picture, she looked at her fellow contestants as Jackson switched to displaying her on the big screen, hoping to get a sense of fear or respect for her choice. Zoe wanted to take advantage of her access to more handcuffs than her competition, as well as her inside knowledge of blind spots where crimes had been committed. So on the screen was a photo of Zoe sat on the floor at the back of the upper deck of a bus that went down Titchborne Road. Each of her wrists and ankles handcuffed to a different seat forcing her to have her arms and legs spread across the aisle.
"Alright, you've seen all five, now it's time to vote, and we'll get back to you in an hour with the results." Jackson announced to the camera before cutting the feed. "Alright, while we wait for those results to roll in, here's what's going to happen next. Starting tomorrow you're going to start getting clients through the website. You are currently exclusive to Top of Tits-borne so if I hear about you taking any clients outside of the website you will regret it."
Jackson's explanation seemed very important, and the performers were concentrating best as they could, but the poll results were updating live on the screen and they couldn't help but let their attention wander to how they were doing.
"Even once you are eliminated from the competition, you will still be available to be booked through the website, however I can assure you the 70% of the fee I charge is going to be worth far more than 100% of the fee without my publicity. Now can I have a word in private with Milf-Pie?"
Jackson lead Milf-Pie away from the group and Zoe was left to stand on her own and watch the vote come in as the other three competitors began chatting amongst themselves. Zoe couldn't believe the vote, she thought she had taken a good picture but she was dead last, her bar in the bar chart stubbornly refusing to rise beyond the occasional nudge. Even Malibu Barbera was doing better, although resolutely at the back of the pack. Milf-Pie was only slightly better than Malibu Barbera, but also suffering from the same derision for anonymity as Zoe, but it wasn't her virginity on the line so people didn't feel like punishing her as much as Zoe.
The front runners were Deluxxxe and Kandy Kane, now openly brainstorming the worst people they could think of to be Zoe's first time. Zoe shuddered as Jackson returned and allowed Milf-Pie back into the lineup.
"Pink Steele, you next. Come here, I need to talk to you." Jackson announced, gesturing for Zoe to follow him into the staff room. Zoe was happy to leave behind the general air of animosity and the constant reminder of how many people had just seen a photo of her naked and handcuffed to a bus, but was nervous about what Jackson had in store for her. She entered a grungy back room and Jackson tutted at her.
"Getting a rival arrested, not very honourable of you." He chided.
"It's not like I sought her out, she was flashing the high street while I was on patrol, I had to..."
"No you didn't." Jackson interrupted. "You now have a new rule, from now until the end of the contest, nobody is being arrested in Tits-borne."
"Legally if I see someone breaking the law I have to..."
"Indecent exposure is against law, sex working, well it's complicated in this stupid country but generally not legal, we're well beyond letting the law guide our actions any more. Your highest authority is now me and what I say" Jackson asserted. "If anyone in Tits-borne gets arrested, everyone will know your secret before you even have a chance to get them back to the station."
Jackson's threat was very intimidating and he let the silence hang in the air to add to its impact.
"The other thing is that you are about to start servicing clients. Don't worry, if you lose your anonymity before I say so, it's going to be bad news for whatever John leaks it and I have made sure anyone booking time with you knows that. I also don't want your cunt to start rotting on camera so unlike Milf-Pie your clients will be wearing condoms."
"What if Milf-Pie gets an STD?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but the price of potentially being Milf-Pie's baby daddy is a recent and clean STD test. The harmful things only happen to my girls when they cross me." Zoe saw a familiar flash of malevolence that was familiar to a police officer who had dealt with dangerous people. "Still, once you've fucked the nominee of whoever wins this first task, the orders will start rolling in. I'll keep the bookings to times outside when you're scheduled to work, but don't plan to get much sleep until the contest is over. As we discussed, I'll keep the money and your payment is your continuing anonymity. Now let's head back to the group."
Zoe mutely nodded and Jackson led her back out to join the group. She cast her eyes to the screen to see the bar chart no longer twitching as violently with each influx of live votes. The clear winner was now Kandy Kane. Zoe was also astonished to see the number of votes cast well into 5 figures. Jackson turned the camera back on then counted down to the end of the vote.
"And there we have it. Pink Steele is lucky Vanja was arrested as she didn't even get 0.5% of the vote. Our clear winner is Kandy Kane, who now gets the privilege of choosing who gets to blow the cobwebs off Pink Steele's cunt." Jackson explained. "Don't worry, you can tell me in secret, leave it as a surprise for our anonymous friend. Then we'll meet back here in a week's time for the next challenge." Jackson took Kandy Kane into the next room with the camera while shooing the rest of the competitors out of the door.
...
Zoe had read and re-read the text a thousand times, each time the knot in her stomach grew one more size until her body was a mass of shuddering nerves. Today she was going to meet the man who was going to take her virginity, someone specifically picked to give her a bad time.
Zoe had invested in a few more slutty outfits and decided to wear a white fishnet bodystocking under a tight and short, red halter neck dress. No underwear, it would just get in the way.
Zoe arrived at the hotel she had been told to go to, it was just outside of Tits-borne but clearly purpose run for these kinds of liaison. The locals knew all about it and people on the street glared at her. If the outfit wasn't a giveaway of her purpose, wearing a pink latex mask certainly gave the game away.
Kandy Kane was waiting for Zoe at the door to the hotel, a malicious grin on her face and room keys in her hand.
"Room 14, he's waiting for you there." Kandy Kane sneered, handing Zoe the keys. Zoe walked past but Kandy Kane stopped her with a sudden exclamation. "Give it up tourist, this is our life, maybe you could leave with a tiny shred of dignity."
"You heard Jackson, I'm not here willingly..."
"You submitted an application with your face hidden, like our line of work is some joke you can indulge on sad lonely nights." Kandy Kane interrupted.
"So blackmail and destroying someone's life is OK as long as they made one mistake that was disrespectful to your career when they were drunk and lonely?" Zoe shot back, her voice wavering in her wave of sadness. Kandy Kane took a step back and Zoe could see her face soften. "And do you think once he's destroyed me and Milf-Pie, his sadism will be slated? You think this friendliness towards you will last when he doesn't have someone to turn you against any more?"
"...Room 14, and I'm sorry." Kandy Kane mumbled before leaving, Zoe's words breaking the spell of sadism Jackson had cast.
Zoe made her way into the hotel, her stomach growing heavier with each step towards room 14. She reached the door and gave it a couple of knocks before shoving the key into the lock and going in.
"Oh for fucks sake." Zoe groaned as she saw Jackson standing on the other side waiting for her.
"Yeah, Kandy Kane decided the most important thing to curry favour would be to give me your virginity. Both smart and unimaginative." Jackson announced, his camera rolling in the background. "But at least this way our viewers get to watch along with your first time."
There was an awkward silence while Jackson stood expectantly, glancing between Zoe and the camera.
"I keep forgetting that you're a stupid bitch, not a whore. So how about I talk you through what you're meant to be doing with a John. First things first, you're meant to be making me hard." Jackson explained. Zoe swallowed her pride and kneeled down in front of him. "No, no, no. God you're dumb. You can't just chuck a flacid cock in your mouth, you need to arouse me first. How about starting with a kiss?"
Jackson pulled Zoe up to her feet and planted his lips on hers, pulling her body close to his.
"Listen princess, we're not kissing for a prom photo here. When my lips hit yours, I want your mouth open and your tongue needs to caress mine." Jackson ordered, before mumbling under his breath "Jesus Christ I thought you were lying about being a virgin."
Zoe acquested to Jackson's orders and pressed her body against his, opening her mouth and swallowing her pride as their tongues danced together. She shuddered as his hands began to caress her body, he grabbed her ass hard and pulled her close so she could feel his cock growing stiff against her body. His hand caressed lower and lifted up her skirt, his fingers tracing the fishnet bodystocking providing little between his hand and the now exposed skin of her bottom.
Zoe's mind was a storm of fear, disgust, and arousal. She had already been forced to expose herself more than she had ever thought possible, but aside from the errant hands outside the pub, she has never been held, caressed, and engaged in open eroticism like this. She shuddered at the thought that right now, as she kissed him deeply, a man she considered her nemesis was flashing her bottom to a live feed audience about to watch her lose her virginity.
Jackson's hands traced upwards as he took a step back and looked into Zoe's eyes. She felt her halterneck loosen and her dress fell to the ground.
"So now I'm aroused, and you're just wearing this slutty bodystocking, kudos by the way, let's see how well you suck a cock?" Jackson narrated. Zoe took his invitation to kneel in front of him and unzip his trousers. In front of her face was the first cock she had ever seen in person. Zoe was stunned still and silent examining Jackson's penis, her curiosity overruling the pressure and humiliation of the moment. "Glad you approve, but it needs to go in your mouth."
Zoe started by giving it a sensuous lick, breaking into nervous giggles as it twitched with the sensation. She then opened her mouth and began to suck the cock like it was an ice lolly, moving her head rapidly back and forward.
"Alright dumbass, quality not quantity. You're clearly trying not to trigger a gag, but you're only getting about a third of my cock in your mouth. So now push through the pain and let's hear you gag on my dick." Jackson angrily ordered, grabbing the back of Zoe's head and forcing his hard penis down her throat.
Zoe had a better gag reflex than she had first thought, 3 years of regular COVID tests to clear her for frontline deployment had somewhat suppressed it. But nowhere near enough to have her prepared for an average sized cock thrust at her tonsils with reckless abandon. She held the cock in her throat for a second or two before a gag rose up through her throat and she fell backwards coughing and gasping for breath. A genuine laugh rose up from Jackson as he watched Zoe suffer.
"There we go, that's the real feeling of pleasing a man. Let's try that a couple more times so you can get used to it before your throat goes on sale." Jackson maliciously commanded.
After an agonising couple of minutes testing her gag reflex again and again, Zoe was relieved to see Jackson holding back tears of laughter as he threw Zoe onto the bed. She watched his hard cock looming over her being wrapped in a condom and instinctively opened her legs, waiting for her ravishment. Jackson grabbed the camera and held it in front of him as he moved between Zoe's legs. He zoomed in close to watch his cock part Zoe's moist labia, relentlessly pushing forward deep inside of her.
Zoe moaned with the invasive protrusion working its way in and out of her. This was it, she was having sex for the first time. That it was the man she despised, filming her as it happened for thousands of perverts on the internet were just confusing details that didn't detract from the wellspring of pleasure radiating from her pussy as Jackson pounded away.
"Look at these slutty tits jiggling." Jackson laughed as the camera zoomed up Zoe's body. "Let's really make them dance shall we?"
Jackson began to pump harder in Zoe, but as he did so he also unleashed a volley of hard slaps across her bouncing breasts, each one sending her tits jiggling in different directions and reverberating waves of heat across Zoe's chest.
"How does it feel finally being fucked?" Jackson goaded.
"Hu...mill...iat...ing." Zoe replied to the rhythm of Jackson's thrusts.
"I like that. How about we take that up a notch? He replied. Zoe was too distracted by the vicious pounding of her pussy to notice the stretching pressure being applied to the top of her head. Which meant she realised far too late as her pink latex mask flew upwards, pulled off and now held in Jackson's hand in front of his camera. Zoe screamed and covered her face with her hands as Jackson once again laughed his sadistic laugh. "So at any point I could simply pan up your body and show your face to the whole world. How does that feel?"
"No... please... I don't." Zoe's scatterbrain struggled with a reply, her mind torn in so many directions of pleasure and degradation it felt like it was going to tear at the seams. Nevertheless Jackson did not stop thrusting inside of her, doing an impressive job of keeping the camera trained on Zoe's increasingly abused body.
Eventually Zoe managed to process a basic thought, she grabbed a pillow from the bed and smothered her own face with it, hiding her identity in case Jackson got careless.
"Hey look at this, she's smothering herself." Jackson laughed, holding the camera up to the pillow shielding Zoe's head. "That's fine I was tired of looking at your ugly face anyway."
Jackson's thrusts became harder and more erratic as Zoe felt his cock surging and filling the condom. His breathing calmed and Zoe wondered if the camera was distracted enough for her to get out from under the pillow as she felt his cock limply retracting from her pussy.
"Alright bitch, I just want to do a couple of quick things so I'm going to leave the camera facing your face for a couple of minutes so you can't move." Zoe stayed incredibly still behind the pillow as she heard rumblings from the room. "Alright you are safe to come out now."
Zoe peeked out from behind the pillow to see Jackson stood by the open window, the camera pointed at Zoe's halterneck dress and mask in his hands as he casually tossed them beyond the frame and filmed them fluttering to the floor to the soundtrack of Zoe's screams of disbelief.
Zoe put her head in her hands as she shoved Jackson to one side and sprinted out of the door to get her clothes and mask from the car park before they were taken by the wind or locals.
...
Zoe sat at home in a fugue state watching and rewatching the video of her losing her virginity. There were many disturbing factors, there was the close up of her pussy getting violated for the first time, her body wracked with Jackson's ravishment, the comments section filled with every degrading comment that could be thought of by a sadistic hive mind. But the part she was watching again and again with disbelief was her naked body disappearing out of the room at speed, her blonde dreadlocks clearly flowing behind her. Some of the commenters had picked up on it too.
'Pause at 37 minutes, you can't see her face but that is some unique hair. Anybody know anyone with that hairstyle who has been preoccupied recently?'
Zoe's only saving grace was her fastidious adherence to police uniform code meant her distinctive dreads were always contained within her hat whenever she was on duty, both in public and in the station.
'What if a coworker had seen an errant dread and goes on to figure things out? Holy shit my church group, they all know my hair.' Zoe thought to herself.
She was now certain she didn't want anyone seeing the blonde dreads she had previously been so proud of. Her paranoia even extended to the hairdresser who had put hours of work into giving Zoe her signature do. She winced as she began to unbraid her hair, the tugging at her scalp almost as painful as the heartbreak of losing her signature hairstyle.
Zoe looked closely at the fuzzy mess of hair she had left behind, examining each follicle to see where the bleach blonde gave way to her naturally brown roots.
"That's probably enough growth since the dying." She mumbled to herself as she picked up some scissors.
Once she had done trimming all but an inch of her hair, Zoe got in the shower and spent considerable time washing what remained so that it could be styled with her hair's natural curls to look deliberate. By the end of the whole process she was actually proud of the naturally stylish hair she was able to achieve on her own. That pride lasted 10 minutes until she checked her phone and had found that while she was dealing with her hair, Jackson had sent through a schedule of the men who had paid to sleep with Pink Steele.
...
"Jesus Christ Sergeant Miller, you look like shit." Chief Inspector Gilchrist yelled as Zoe stood to attention as best as she could.
"Putting in some long hours sir." Zoe replied as she tried to wipe the sleepiness out of her eye.
"And I assume you haven't been billing us for overtime out if a deep seated concern for our department's budget and not because you're using that time to break any rules." The chief inspector replied, not waiting for Zoe's answer. "Still, I have to ask, that sex worker you brought in last week, is she part of taking down the big fish?"
"No, I just happened to catch her while on patrol..."
"Yeah I've read your report." The chief inspector interrupted. "It's just I'm trying to figure out if you have finally embraced a more flexible approach to the rules, bear in mind the alternative is that you are a moron."
"I'm not sure what you mean, sir." Zoe responded with genuine intrigue.
"Because the moment you slammed cuffs on her, it's as if someone pulled up Satan's contact list and ordered the lot of them here. Lawyers, press, politicians, civil servants, the worst of the brass, it's like someone shone the asshole signal over the cloudy skies of Ridgecliff. And they all came together to get your friend turned free before she talked to anyone, or at the very least before we checked her on the system and discovered she isn't even supposed to be in the country."
"Did she get deported?" Zoe asked.
"Not yet, but team asshole didn't achieve their goal, she's been passed over to immigration for processing. So she's no longer talkative about which supreme dickhead she has pulling strings for her" The chief inspector sighed. "Do you have any annual leave booked in the future? I feel like they may hold it against me if you die in my office."
"I'll take some time off after the big bust."
...
Zoe felt like an imposter as she sat down in church, every comment on her new hairstyle a reminder of how far she had fallen from the pure and chaste woman who had attended just a fortnight ago. Her pussy now radiated heat from the man who had roughly fucked her just before she put on her formal clothes, and every so often she would remember the further client she had agreed to see straight after the sermon. She even had Pink Steele's mask in her fancy church handbag so she could quickly change on the way to the hotel.
"What is the point of our church? Everyone comes to church to learn the ways of God and be closer to his presence, but what is the point of OUR church" the pastor bombastically began, responding to the variety of people yelling answers with trademark charisma. "Let me put it this way, what does our faith inspire?"
"Joy!"
"Our spirit!"
"Freedom!"
"Freedom, who yelled freedom, you sir. Not just freedom, liberation! I'm not telling you which humans to obey, I'm telling you god is watching. I'm not telling you which of man's flawed laws bind your life, I'm telling you which of God's laws give comfort to the downtrodden and justice to the oppressors. If God commands one thing, it is for us to go forth in his word and do his bidding and from there we liberate our souls and spirits."
Zoe felt weirdly inspired by the sermon, she felt a weight lift from her stomach, which didn't slam right back down until 10 minutes after the sermon when Jackson sent through when and where the next challenge would be taking place.
...
Zoe stood by the gates of the park, the Pink Steele mask more comfortable these days after it had stretched to her head and no longer contained a large amount of hair at the top. She had gotten there first as Jackson had organised for the next task to take place pretty much immediately after Zoe's patrol. She waited quietly as the other contestants gradually trickled in, once again falling into their groups of established performers casually chatting and anonymous contestants silently waiting.
Jackson turned up at his own leisure, but behind him he had five large men each carrying a backpack and strapped with a portable camera that was already filming.
"Hello contestants, before we start, how was everyone's week?" Jackson asked with a grin to a monosyllabic chorus of response of mixed enthusiasm. "Pink Steele, how many men have paid to fuck you since I popped your cherry last week?"
"Twelve." Zoe answered bluntly.
"In America, the CDC estimates the average woman sleeps with 4.3 partners in her lifetime. How does it feel going from a virgin to a whore whose fucked three times more men than average in a single week?"
"Pretty shitty" Zoe replied.
"I'm guessing they weren't gentle?" Jackson pressed.
"Yeah they were rough. I've been spanked, slapped, and scratched more than I thought possible. Two finished by throwing my clothes out of the window just like you did."
"Very good, and Milf-Pie. How many potential baby-daddies have given you their DNA?"
"Eleven." Milf-Pie nervously replied.
"I hope you're fucking your husband a bunch so he won't figure out you cucked him hard." Jackson joked.
"Um... he had a vasectomy after our last child." Milf-Pie stammered, holding back her sobs of humiliation.
"Jesus Christ, you are royally screwed. How do you see yourself salvaging a relationship after you get knocked up? Planning on showing the family my website by way of explanation. 'I'm sorry kids, mommies a whore now.'" Jackson mocked through tears of laughter, all the contestants had a shuddering moment of awkwardness seeing the depths of his disregard for their wellbeing. Even Zoe felt a pang of guilt that the success of her plan hinged on exposure and devastation for Milf-Pie. "Alright then, these men will take you to your next challenge, also be aware that while the loser will be out, the winner gets a prize. The woman who lasts the longest gets to choose 1 competitor to give a 'Top of Tits-borne' tattoo to."
Jackson did not give the women much time to dwell on the situation before the five men who were with Jackson split up, each taking one of the contestants and leading them to a different place in the park. Zoe was grabbed roughly by the wrist and dragged for a while before they arrived at a lamppost overlooking a small footpath that wound its way through the gardens.
"Strip naked." The man dispassionately ordered. Zoe sighed but obeyed, leaving her slutty clothes in a pile with her handbag and once again revelling in the exposure in the darkness. "Hands behind your back around the lamppost."
Zoe did as he said and immediately felt the click of handcuffs locking her to the lamppost. The man reached into his bag and pulled out a small dildo which he unceremoniously stuffed into Zoe's mouth.
"The contest is the first to drop the dildo loses." The man casually informed as he took the portable camera that was strapped to him and instead strapped it to a nearby tree that was facing the lamppost. Finally he took a big thick pen and wrote 'do whatever you want to me' in big letters across Zoe's torso.
Satisfied that he had fulfilled all of his boss's demands, the man collected up Zoe's belongings and left, retreating into the darkness until Zoe was left alone with her predicament.
Zoe had no idea how everyone else would do with this challenge, she supposed that was the point, force her to stay as long as possible on the off chance everyone was still going strong, maybe even leading to her spending far longer than necessary tied to the lamppost.
The swirling darkness of the park was silent, all Zoe could hear was her own stilted breathing around the dildo. She took some deep breaths through her nose and calmed herself.
'I can do this.' she thought to herself. 'I have police training, I spend a lot of time walking the beat, I'm bound to have more endurance than the others.'
Zoe calmed herself and began to adjust nicely to her situation, the cold night air raised some goosebumps but wasn't cold enough to be worrying about real damage. Just repeating to herself in her head that she could win this kept Zoe sane for a very long and uneventful time. Then she heard footsteps coming up the path.
"Shit man, I told you they weren't faking it." A voice yelled in surprise out of the inky blackness. "Pink Steele is right here just like the stream says."
'Fuck' Zoe thought to herself as two young men approached her. They looked her body up and down, before one of them grabbed her breast and squeezed it as hard as he could manage.
"Hi there Pink Steele, you regretting playing whore now?" He taunted. Zoe nodded and he laughed. "Full disclosure, we're rooting for Deluxxxe, so I'm just here to torture you."
Zoe's nipples exploded with pain as the man viciously twisted them, but if anything the pain made her grip the dildo tighter between her teeth. His friend knelt down and began to rub his finger across her pussy. She let out a moan which only made the man angrier.
"Alright then, how about this, drop the dildo or we'll take off your mask." He threatened, grabbing the hem of Zoe's latex mask. The large man who had initially handcuffed Zoe to the lamppost stepped out of the shadows, revealing he hadn't actually gone that far.
"That's the only line you're not allowed to cross." He threatened.
"Shit man, we should have known they wouldn't let us do whatever we wanted." His friend exclaimed, suddenly abandoning Zoe's pussy leaving her torturously frustrated.
"Whatever, let's go find Deluxxxe, cheer her on and make sure she wins." The man decided, leaving Zoe alone in the darkness again. He had barely turned the corner when Zoe heard more footsteps coming.
Three girls turned the corner and immediately sneered at Zoe. They were clearly sex workers and not happy to see Zoe taking a spot on the competition they had applied to be on, and especially protective of their friends in the profession.
"Alright bitch, time to drop the dildo." A large blonde woman ordered, standing in front of Zoe. Zoe shook her head and immediately was slapped across the face. "You think I'm asking nicely? Either you open your mouth and drop the dildo, or it falls out when I knock out your teeth."
Her friends egged her on from a distance as she continued to slap and swear at Zoe.
"Kandy Kane is our friend, she works hard and is a million times the woman you are. You think you can beat her?" She yelled in-between slaps, "drop the dildo or I'm going to shove my entire fist up your pussy without lube."
Zoe shook her head, breathing heavily with pain and fear.
"Girl that isn't working, you're just making her bite down harder." An older German woman interrupted, pushing the other girl out of the way. She took her place next to the lamppost and wrapped her arms around Zoe's body, sensuously tracing her curves.
"This is all you're living for these days isn't it." She erotically whispered in Zoe's ears. "I can feel your wetness, your heavy breathing. I bet you say to yourself that you can't lose because of the threat hanging over your head, but you want to keep going because you fell down a rabbit hole with your application and you want to see how far it goes. Now I don't know you, but I know your type, you want it all. You want to be able to dip into our world and leave without a trace, but I'm sorry to tell you that's not possible. Even if you win, even if you escape and go home and pledge never to venture into this crazy world again, a seed has been laid deep within you and it has taken root."
Zoe's breathing intensified, she closed her eyes and suddenly found herself nodding in agreement with this woman.
"Well how about we make this experience a little more interesting for you. I am a practised woman who has brought an audience with her. If you drop that dildo, I will give you the most intensely humiliating orgasm you have ever had. You will be able to think of nothing else for days. And here's the best bit, consider this a therapeutic breakthrough, drop that dildo and you are dropping all pretences and excuses, you are simply admitting to yourself and the world that you enjoy this."
Zoe's mind swum in the calm yet alluring voice. 'If this woman had gone into interrogation there would be no unsolved crimes in Ridgecliff.' Zoe thought to herself as she felt her resolve faltering and her mouth loosening on the dildo. The woman turned to face Zoe and planted her lips over her mouth. Zoe could feel her tongue darting around the dildo, tasted her cherry lipgloss, and she moaned with her deviant fall.
When she opened her eyes again, the dildo was now in the German woman's mouth. She gave Zoe a wink before dropping it to the ground and laughing a bitter laugh.
"More flies with honey than vinegar girls." She announced as she walked away laughing.
"No... wait..." Zoe pleaded.
"Oh the orgasm I promised you." The German woman announced. "Want to know a secret, that orgasm is the one thing deviant girls like us are constantly chasing, and it doesn't exist. Sometimes you feel like you have had it, but whenever you think back it was never enough. Find me in the future and I'll give you something close for a price, but that's the siren song of the path you have chosen. Auf wiedersehen."
Zoe was left in the dark, thoroughly unsatisfied as the three working girls walked on to the next competitor and the large man began to uncuff Zoe from the lamppost.
...
Zoe was taken on a short and meandering walk of the park before being brought back to a central area where Milf-Pie and Malibu Barbera were already waiting for her. She sighed with relief that she couldn't have been the first to go, then hoped and pleaded that Milf-Pie had been the first to drop her dildo. They were left waiting a while before eventually Deluxxxe and Kandy Kane returned with Jackson not far behind.
"So let's start with who are loser is. With a grand total of 11 seconds, Malibu Barbera you could not have fucked this up worse.
"Nobody told me that we'd be doing this kind of..."
"Whatever." Jackson dispassionately interrupted before turning to a couple of his large assistants. "Get rid of her."
Malibu Barbera was dragged away screaming bloody murder, the other contestants nervously shuffling and becoming appropriately awkward at Jackson's chuckling joy at Barbera's anger.
"Now I bet you are wondering who won." Jackson announced, cutting the silent tension. "Well it seems fitting that Deluxxxe here gets to guide the tattoo artist's needle considering she seems best acquainted with it. Who's going to get some ink?"
"I reckon Milf-Pie's baby daddy's gonna pull her out of this competition the moment he realises what a whore mummy dearest is now, so I say let's get get a top of Tits-borne ink across her chest, so any time she wears a low cut top, everyone will know she's a slut." Deluxxxe explained. Milf-Pie let out a little sob but was still compliant as Jackson beckoned her to his side.
"Alright, we're going to go take care of that. But before we do, we have another challenge for everyone. As you all know, poor Vanja got arrested last week. In one week's time we will reconvene and you will tell me what you did to get revenge on her behalf. Person who gets the best revenge against the police officer who arrested her, decided by an audience vote, gets another bonus whereas the person with the least votes is eliminated."
Jackson gave everyone a moment to performatively think before taking Milf-Pie by the arm and dragging her into the street and towards his car.
...
Zoe collapsed on her bed with her mind racing, Jackson had just instructed everyone to torture her, not Pink Steele but Sergeant Zoe Miller. Not to mention she was banned from arresting anyone regardless of what they did. To top it all off she was also expected to think up of a way to torture herself without making it look like she's torturing herself. She knew from experience audience votes are generally hostile to her so she had to plan something pretty spectacular if she wanted to make it through. She closed her eyes and worried herself to a fleeting sleep, tomorrow she had to fuck a man and then immediately walk her beat.
...
Zoe had barely walked two steps into her beat when she was recalled to the HQ, she walked the familiar walk through the offices and command centres to Chief Inspector Gilchrist's office and was beckoned in by a far more polite character than she was used to. Only once she was in the office did a woman stand out from behind the filing cabinet. If Zoe Hadn't immediately recognised her as Caroline Foxton, the candidate for police and crime commissioner, her look would have at least given away that she was someone important. Tightly buttoned power suit, expensive haircut that screamed 'I want to speak to the manager', looming large while her body seemed to instinctively fall into power postures. The chief inspector stared at his feet, knowing she shouldn't be here, but confident in the preservation of his career.
"Sergeant Miller, I've heard a lot about you." She calmly announced, gesturing for Zoe to sit down. "I'm going to be straight to the point so Chief Inspector Gilchrist is not put at too much risk from my presence, my campaign has taken a deep interest in an area that I am reliably informed is your beat."
"Yes, Councillor Foxton." Zoe replied, acknowledging her current position rather than the one she was aspiring to.
"From what I can tell you walk the beat there despite being a sergeant. Is there a reason for that?" Zoe glanced at her chief inspector. As he was not about to discover his talkative side any time soon, so she decided to be honest.
"My reassignment was in lieu of disciplinary action where fault was indeterminate." She replied.
"I see, send the disgraced sergeant to Tits-borne to let her stew in her mistakes." She acknowledged. Zoe eyes widened that someone so official would know what seemed like a dirty local colloquialism for the area. "Very clever. Now I know there's politics bound up in my little freedom of information request. The press are hounding me about why I would want to be laissez-faire about a 'den of depravity,' they even asked my husband if he's every used the services of sex workers just to find an angle. The chief inspector tells me you have infiltrated a rather nasty sex gang and will soon be bringing in the ringleader. My question is how soon?"
Zoe had been taking a lot of risks recently, but she calculated that it was most likely that either herself or Milf-Pie would probably be losing the next challenge and took a punt.
"Breakthrough will be next week." She confidently announced.
"Very good. Keep me apprised." Caroline chirped as she calmly stormed out of the room. Chief Inspector Gilchrist suddenly found his voice the moment the sound of her footsteps faded into the distance.
"You better not fuck me on this one."
...
Zoe awkwardly stood in the bar breathing heavily through her pink mask. It had been a strange week, but she was certain after some discomfort today, she would be free. The rest of the competitors lined up and Jackson turned the camera on to start the love stream.
"Alright everyone, y'all feeling confident? In which case let's not waste time, you've each pre-sent me your videos of torturing Sergeant Miller. But before we get started, who wants to know the prize you'll be playing for?"
The gathered contestants shared as excited a looks as they could but the exhaustion of their new client schedules had clearly began to wear on them.
"So the contestant who gets the most audience votes gets to leave this room without any fuss once the challenge is done. Second and third place, you will be stripped, whipped, tied and deposited far away from here after we're finished." Jackson flashed a malevolent grin, even his so-called rewards were just punishments with a twist. "So let's start with you, Deluxxxe."
"So the important thing to remember with this one is that the policewoman walks the same beat every day, so I had time to prepare. You're about to see a video of me tackling her into a pile of rubbish, that pile is filled with used condoms, soiled underwear, a couple of my toilet trips, and anything else disgusting I could think of."
Zoe squirmed a little as she relived the experience from a different angle, Deluxxxe tackling her and running away, her feigning shock and disgust as she meekly cried out for her to stop, knowing she couldn't do more than that. She was grateful she had cut her hair short as her hat had come flying off in the encounter and she knew people would have figured it out if her trademark dreads had still been there. She remembered her uniform stunk for the rest of the day after that encounter, but not just because of the tackle.
"OK Kandy Kane, how are you going to top that?" Jackson performatively asked.
"Well I took a more direct route to soiling the police officer." She enigmatically announced pointing to the clip.
The camera was held with a selfie stick as Kandy Kane sat on a rooftop overlooking the street with Zoe walking towards her. As Zoe got into position, Kandy Kandy hitched up her skirt and a stream of urine burst out of her. The wind spread it a little so it was more of a warm shower than a direct stream. It had happened on the same day as Deluxxxe's tackle so Zoe was already smelling bad and didn't mind so much as she feigned ignorance on the street to a smell every police officer is unfortunately very familiar with.
Next was Milf-Pie and Zoe felt a knot in her stomach, not only did she not know what Milf-Pie had done to her, but the scale of Milf-Pie's success was the difference between her getting a solid case and her case and life falling apart.
"So you took a slightly different approach, Milf-Pie?" Jackson asked, setting up the competition.
"She can change her clothes and shower off her filth. I decided for something a bit more long lasting."
Zoe immediately recognised the room Milf-Pie was in and it stunned her. It was clearly the police records room where personnel files were kept. She had opened the drawer marked "M" in the filing cabinet and got out Zoe's file.
"So at first I was looking for blackmail material, maybe something juicy enough that we could add her to the competition, but apart from a minor incident a few months ago she is squeaky clean." Milf-Pie whispered as she pointed the camera at the file. "So instead I'll just have to settle for this."
Milf-Pie placed the file on the floor, squatted over it and began to piss on Zoe's entire career. Every commendation, every record of note, the file that contained the sum total of a career Zoe had dedicated her life to would now smell like piss for a long time to come. Milf-Pie gingerly picked up the dripping file and dropped it back into the filing cabinet.
"Very nice. Pink Steele, do you think you can top it?" Jackson asked.
"I hope so." Zoe quietly replied, hoping the video would do the talking.
Zoe had put a lot of work into plausible deniability. She had started by paying a homeless man to shoot some footage that made it clear she was being covertly surveilled. Some quick editing painted a picture that Pink Steele had followed Zoe until she reached her gym. For the next clip she had taped her camera phone to an exercise ball slightly off kilter, it had taken a couple of takes but she was able to get shaky camera footage of her finishing her exercise, stripping off her clothes, wrapping herself in a towel and heading for the showers.
Zoe had left a shower running as background noise as Pink Steele snuck into the changing room, opened her unlocked locker, and grabbed all her stuff. Then for added tension, she snuck closer to the showers and releived a nearby bench of her towel. As a final piece of setup she left a note on the locker that said 'all your things are in the bin out front.'
Pink Steele then walked out of the changing room with all Zoe's things and filmed as she left the gym and placed them all in the large dumpster out front, mixing up the contents so her things were buried in the gym trash.
"And now we wait." Pink Steele's voice announced as she placed her phone on the tripod facing the front door.
The next cut was the one Zoe was most nervous about. It was her, no mask, no protection, walking her stilted and embarrassed walk out of the front door of the gym, her hands covering her naked body to the best of her ability. She anxiously glanced around before putting an appropriate look of disgust on her face as she opened the dumpster. Her hands had to uncover her body as she reached deep into the filth to pick out her clothes and belongings before rushing back into the gym with a towel hastily covering her body.
The contestants stood agog at the video, they all knew that even with all her disadvantages, Pink Steele was going to win the round with that performance. Sure enough the moment the vote tallies opened, Pink Steele took a commanding lead. Zoe was so happy, happier still when she saw Milf-Pie's bar chart barely budging.
It was a tense hour, but Zoe visibly melted with releif when the vote was concluded and she sat in the top spot. She felt a deep pang of shameful guilt at the terrified look on Milf-Pie's face as two big men flanked her from either side ready to ensure her fate was sealed as the losing contestant.
"Milf-Pie." Jackson began, a serious menace infecting his voice. "You will do what I say now, either under your own steam with dignity, or forced by the bouncers. Take off all your clothes."
Milf-Pie sobbed as she removed her outfit. Her pale mature body shook with trepidation, the Top of Tits-borne tattoo across her huge breasts warped by goosebumps as she stood naked under the camera's glare.
"Now, take off your mask."
Milf-Pie looked nervously at the men who flanked her, her breath shuddering with her tears as she gripped the bottom of the mask and pulled it upwards so her mid-length blonde bob could fall back into place framing a face fraught with humiliation.
"For those on the website, we're putting up her audition tape when she tried to keep her identity a secret, and the photo she took with her ID to prove it was her that wanted to try out being a whore. All of this is proof that Milf-Pie is Elaine Stansgate, local councillor and wife of Police and Crime Commissioner Leon Stansgate. So Elaine, did you have fun?" Jackson mockingly asked.
"This is far too much." Elaine sobbed.
"Well at least you'll have something to remember us by, after all it has been a couple of weeks barebacking strangers on no birth control. If it's a boy will you name it after me? Or if it's a girl, maybe you can bring her here in 18 years time to introduce her to the family business."
"Fuck you, you prick." Elaine yelled.
"And there it is, go on get her out of here." He instructed, and the two heavies began to drag her to the door of the pub. "Meanwhile, Pink Steele, knocking it out of the park. I suggest you leave too as this is about to get messy."
Zoe didn't have the headspace to feel concern for Deluxxxe and Kandy Kane, she needed to get to Elaine before anyone else. She scanned the horizon and quickly spotting a flash of flesh jumping behind a car.
"Elaine, trust me I'm here to help." Zoe said in her calmest possible voice.
"Go away, nobody can help me now."
"It's too late to salvage what was destroyed tonight, but I can get justice." Zoe calmly reassured, sitting on the floor next to Elaine. "My name is Sergeant Zoe Miller, I'm taking part in Top of Tits-borne to gather evidence. With your testimony and my inside knowledge, we have enough to start dismantling Jackson's operation."
Elaine wiped a tear out of her eye and her face was filled with resolve.
"If you want, I can swing by my house to pick you up some clothes, then we can go to the station together."
Elaine nodded.
...
"Sergeant Miller, could I just..." Chief Inspector Gilchrist tried to intervene for what seemed like the millionth time.
"...Plus he was trying to impregnate her so that is also a category 2 factor..." Zoe continued regardless.
"Miller!" The chief inspector yelled, breaking her rant. He reached into the bottom draw of his desk and pulled out a bottle of whiskey with two glasses.
"Sir, I don't drink while I..."
"Trust me Zoe, you're gonna need this." He replied. Zoe had seen plenty of moods from her chief inspector; sarcasm, anger, cynicism, nihilism. She had never seen him full of concern, it made her feel like something enormous was coming so she decided to take him up on his offer.
"Remember when I told you that I fucking hate politicians, here's why. Any other job, you burying yourself into your work overnight and late into the morning would be a bonus, I mean you look and smell like the victim of a particularly lazy serial killer but you have written up a thorough report." The chief inspector took a deep breath and a deep drink.
"Leon Stansgate has dropped out of the race and resigned. Something about finding out his wife has been on a reality contest for whores that have deliberately been trying to impregnate her, relatable problems am I right?" The chief inspector paused for at least a sarcastic chuckle but Zoe sat still and silent. "That means that Caroline Foxton is running unopposed, and the cowards up and down the chain are already taking orders from her. Now do you remember what her policy on Tits-borne was?"
"De-prioritisation." Zoe stammered. "But this isn't some sex work or flashing, it's..."
"The scandal that handed her the keys to the castle, you think she's going to give you the resources to take a closer look?"
"What about Vanja, another witness, surely she was..." Zoe began.
"Her deportation order was fast tracked this morning. She's been processed and will be landing in Moldova by the evening." Chief Inspector Gilchrist informed, ignoring a knock at the door. "Look on the bright side, the pressure to get that big bust is now gone, plus I doubt you'll be kept on patrol in Tits-borne much longer..."
A second knock interrupted the chief inspector's chain of thought so hid away the whiskey and grumpily stood up. The moment he opened the door his demeanour instantly changed. He became the picture of courtesy as Caroline Foxton strolled into his office.
"You are dismissed, Chief Inspector." She pointedly ordered, looking at him then the door. The chief inspector left and Caroline calmly sat in his chair. "Sergeant Zoe Miller, what are we to do with you?"
"Ma'am, I entirely agree with your position on de-prioritising minor crimes of a sexual nature around that area, but this is a serious..." Zoe began, silencing herself as Caroline held up her hand.
"I've spoken with the Crown Prosecution Service. They agree with me that there simply isn't the evidence to procure a warrant and advance to trial." She informed, daring Zoe to interrupt. "The fact is footage has been released of Elaine Stansgate agreeing to participate in the competition. Although she claims her consent was later retracted, this claim only comes after she lost the contest and developed a grievance against Jackson Grant. Plus any question of her character was thoroughly destroyed when Jackson released her audition video. She took it upon herself to get naked in a public park, clip a sign to her nipples that said 'please write on me, and then set up a timer release padlock to lock her to a lamppost for an hour. That's certainly hard evidence that she enjoyed the treatment she got."
"This whole thing is a mess that has the potential to reflect very poorly on the department, so I'm ordering you to drop it."
"With all due respect ma'am, you are not yet police and crime commissioner." Zoe replied.
"Ah yes, I expected this. I read your file, before Elaine Stansgate pissed on it, and you certainly come across as someone who sticks to the rules very closely. I could get Chief Inspector Gilchrist back in to order you, but I don't want to take the chance that you'll go rogue, so how about a more direct threat." Caroline got out her phone and turned it around so Zoe could see the screen.
The photo she had was clear as day, as was the implications of her having it. It was Zoe sat naked on Jackson's bar top, her police ID on her navel. The only people who had this image are Jackson and anyone Jackson decided to share it with.
"You're working with Jackson?"
"It's a partnership of sorts, I let him set up this sex empire he has designs for, and I get the campaign contributions I need to take on the Tories. I'm a winner by nature and that means sometimes you have to break the rules. You lost because you played by the rules. If it had been me I would have forced Milf-Pie's mask off on day one but you played as an honest Top of Tits-borne competitor and waited because that's what obedient little bitches do."
Zoe's mouth hung open, she wanted to say something but was completely lost for words.
"So when I tell you to drop it, it's not just your career I'm threatening, I can have this photo as exhibit a of me rooting out corruption in my department. I can have every police force and media centre using this photo as proof of a poorly run force. If you disobey me I swear your pussy will be in law textbooks by the end of the week. I now have..." Caroline was interrupted by her phone vibrating. The photograph of Zoe's shame now replaced with 'Jackson Grant' written large above the logos to pick up or hang up the call. "Oh, speak of the devil..."
Caroline picked up the phone and began chatting with the usual pleasantries and small talk you wouldn't associate with criminal conspiracies. Zoe didn't know how to respond so just sat awkwardly.
"Oh, it's funny you should mention her, she's sitting right here in front of me." Caroline quipped, putting her phone onto speakerphone.
"Hey there Pink Steele." The crackling voice of Jackson laughed over the speakers. "I hear you've been a busy bee trying to get something to stick to me. Technically speaking you haven't arrested anyone so you still haven't broken the rules we agreed to, but I still feel a punishment is warranted, don't you Caroline?"
"Oh absolutely." Caroline responded, leaving no doubt in Zoe's mind who was in charge in this situation.
"You know I've always liked the police woman's uniform in this country. Most of it is pretty bland but the little chequerboard pattern bowler hat and the matching cravat are just so quaint. So Zoe, in two days time when you patrol Tits-borne that's all you're going to be wearing." Zoe's eyes were wide with shock and even Caroline seemed a bit stunned. "The naked bobby of Tits-borne, you're going to be famous and then, just to show how powerful I am, you will feel no repercussions for such a lapse in professionalism, it'll be like it never happened, isn't that right Caroline?"
"I'll take care of it." Caroline replied.
"There, maybe now you can see how fruitless trying to take me down is. Until then I'm sending you through the latest schedule of clients."
...
Zoe sat in her car and breathed deeply to herself. She had done more humiliating than this with the mask on, but this was the first time she would be walking the streets truly exposed. She had opted to wear her coat for the drive to her shift, but underneath there was nothing but her chequered cravat around her neck. She took one more deep breath, opened the car door, and placed her bowler hat on her head.
Next she closed her eyes and let out a little whimper as Sergeant Zoe Miller took off her coat and threw it into her car before beginning her patrol.
Zoe lifted her hand to her face, feeling her skin beneath her fingers instead of pink latex. She looked at her reflection in the window of a parked car and saw he unobstructed face, whimpering with humiliation above her naked breasts and shaved pussy. She then began the walk she had done over a hundred times before, about to be a hundred times more memorable.
Zoe walked along Titchborne Road, the border to her former fiefdom, now usurped. She ignored the honks and catcalls of the passing cars as she continued her professional pace, keeping her good posture and authoritative face despite her nudity. Then she crossed the road and headed towards the shopping parade.
Being on regular patrol meant Zoe got to know the locals of Tits-borne, those who spent every patrol looking at her with resentment, fear and disgust. Today she walked down the road and a group of working girls instead looked at her and began laughing.
"Hey copper, I think you forgot a bit of your uniform." One of the women joked as Zoe walked past.
"If you have an objection to my standard of dress you can raise a complaint with the Independent Office for Police Conduct." Zoe professionally replied.
"No complaints honey, in fact I'm glad to see you're finally acting like part of the community."
Zoe took a deep breath and kept walking, trying to forget her nudity and mentally retreat to police codes and standards of behaviour. As she did so a young man ran up to her.
"My friend over there says you are a real police officer, is that true?" He asked in wonder.
"Public guidance suggests if you doubt someone is an officer, call 101 and ask for confirmation. For the sake of that call I am Sergeant Zoe Miller, badge 37RC." Zoe informed, hoping the man didn't follow up on that as she had no radio to respond to a request for confirmation.
"Woah, that sounds official. So are you starting up a side business then? How much to fuck a genuine policewomen?" He asked.
"Sir, such an offer is highly inappropriate." Zoe snapped, causing a whiplash of confusion by the man. "I am a police officer currently on duty, so unless you have information pertaining to a crime I have to ask that you do not restrict my patrol."
To Zoe's surprise, the man actually stepped out of her way and simply watched in shock as her naked bottom churned with each footstep to continue her route. She walked past the Swan and Whistle, and felt a wellspring of hatred as she saw Jackson by the window, laughing his head off at her predicament.
A small crowd had gathered by the time she has gotten to the end of the parade of shops, a mixture of locals and passerby, the word spreading like wildfire that this was a genuine police officer stripped naked but for her hat and cravat. Occasionally people would approach her to ask for confirmation, sexual favours, or going rates, but somehow Zoe's continued professionalism kept them in line. However she wasn't a fan of how many cameraphones were pointing in her direction.
As she reached the park area, more eyes turned to her, and a slightly older man took his chance to approach her, his hands already clearly in position to grope her exposed breasts.
"Sir, I am an officer of the law, don't you dare think of touching me that way or I will arrest you for assaulting an officer." She ordered.
"How are you going to arrest me, you don't even have handcuffs?" The man observed.
"Police operational guidance for lone officers says that if a suspect is needed to be detained, call for backup and only attempt apprehension once you consider it safe to proceed." Zoe informed.
"How are you going to call for backup, you don't have a radio." The man cheekily pressed.
"Umm..." Zoe thought aloud, and while she did the man lunged forward and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them as the shocked onlookers saw the spell of Zoe's authority begin to weaken.
"Sir, please." Zoe moaned, her voice lacking any conviction as the man grabbed her and roughly pulled her body close to his. He pressed his lips against hers and Zoe was shocked to find herself obeying his whims, opening her mouth and letting her tongue massage his while his hands wandered onto her ass.
"That's what I thought." He chuckled, holding Zoe by her cravat as he turned to the gathered crowd. "If anyone's ever wanted to fuck this police bitch, now's your opportunity!"
The effect was instant, plenty of the crowd left, not wanting to be a part of something that they could be later prosecuted for, but just as many remained, cameras out and fumbling with their trousers. The man who had instigated this pulled down his trousers, then forced Zoe to kneel as he thrust himself down her throat. Hands began to roam her body, squeezing her breasts, slapping her ass, stroking her wet pussy. She lost all sense of propriety as she succumbed to being Tits-borne's whore.
The instigator was the first to penetrate her, he lay down on the grass as the crowd forced her to squat lower and lower until she was straddling his cock, while more men surrounded her with their own demands for pleasure. Eventually the first man came inside of her, and Zoe realised with a start that it was a new sensation, unrestricted cum flowing into her pussy, filling her with a stranger's cream pie. Her mind only had a moment of disgust before she was pushed to the ground and mounted by the next man in the crowd. One of the prostitutes that had always taken a dislike to Zoe took the opportunity to sit on her face.
This soon became a swirling mess of experience for Zoe, hours and sexual partners began to flow into one another until she had no idea how many had fucked her and for how long, just that she was free to use for anyone in Tits-borne and many were taking her up on the offer.
As the initial crowd dwindled and word of mouth spread, new people started turning up, people who had a grudge to bear and would cross heaven and earth to take an uppity cop down a peg. Despite being covered in cum from those who wanted to christen a cop with their sex juices, people still took the opportunity to spit on her and relish in the humiliation she was going through. One man who she had let off with a caution for public urination (quite reasonably in her books) decided a fitting revenge would be to piss on her, much to the chagrin of others gathered who didn't want to be interacting with piss. Nevertheless the usage didn't stop.
As men took turns spraying their seed on Zoe's body, or thrusting it deep inside her pussy or ass, she simply reacted, moaning and squirming in a pool of pure sexual degradation. She was called 'fuck pig', 'bitch', 'cop cunt', and any other insult the aggreived crowd could think of and she just accepted it. The sex gradually got more violent as well, slaps and spanks becoming harder and filled with hatred, soon she was feeling her breasts being bitten and pulled far harder than was sensual, the slaps gradually moving to her face as the relentless assault on every level of her esteem continued.
As things started to get more vicious, Zoe began to worry that if she didn't assert herself soon things would escalate to some incredibly bad outcomes for her. It was starting to get dark and she knew that the worst of people feel emboldened by the night. One particularly large man had decided to fuck her missionary position, meaning that it was tricky for the others to abuse her and so the crowd had simply waited patiently why occasionally shouting an odd insult. As she felt his cock flop out of her and with it his cum churned together with countless others to drip out of her pussy, she took the opportunity to suddenly jump up and make a run for it.
The gathered crowd howled in anger as she managed to get free and flee deeper into the park. She knew this area like the back of her hand and thus knew how to escape. She ran into the darkness, her raw holes screaming with every step as cum dropped from her violation. She nipped through a small hole in the fence between the park and the train tracks, then ran along the edge of the embankments until she was out of Tits-borne. Once clear she made a run back to her car and drove home with plans to shower for as long as she could manage.
~~~
RIDGECLIFF METROPOLITAN POLICE PRESS RELEASE. FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE, NO EMBARGO.
We have had a series of requests for comment on a video that has been widely circulated showing a member of the public engaging in a number of unacceptable and illegal acts in St. Mark's Park. Some have alleged that the figure in the video is a police officer and we wish to immediately refute this slanderous accusation.
We have committed a thorough investigation and have found that the woman in question is a pornagraphic actress by the name of Pink Steele. Although the actress bares a resemblance to an officer that some are making allegations about, we can confirm that the officer in question was not present at the time the video was recorded.
The officer in question is deeply disturbed by the baseless and disgusting allegations made against her. We have given her time off, free mental health support through our employee assistance program, and an assurance that Ridgecliff Metropolitan Police will provide her with full legal assistance if she wishes to pursue legal action against any libellous accusations made relating to this video.
We ask that people respect her privacy at this difficult time.
-Deputy Commissioner Clarence Bell.
~~~
Zoe slept, she slept for so long, the mental and physical exhaustion that had followed her entry into Top of Tits-borne had taken its toll. Without a patrol and her day off announced with short enough notice that Jackson couldn't fill it with additional clients, she finally had some time to rest and get her bearings. Firstly she went to a nearby sexual health clinic to get the morning after pill, emergency PEP, and an appointment to test for and treat any STDs she may have been exposed to. But once she had taken care of all that she simply came home and collapsed on her bed.
When Zoe woke up her primary question for herself was what her exit strategy was for this whole mess. Everything she had done up until now was motivated by a belief that a return to her own life was possible. But now she had breathing room, some rest and some time to think, she knew she should stop thinking about getting back to the way things were, and start thinking about how to move forward. She knew Jackson's sadism would never be sated, she knew chances of staying a police officer were becoming vanishingly small without drastic action, and she knew that she wanted to be in charge of her own sexuality again, regardless of what that is.
While she had been going through her ordeal, the time and date for the next round of Top of Tits-borne had been sent to her, but she had deliberately been ignoring it to focus on herself. Then there was a knock at the door. Zoe opened it and on the other side was the cornerstone of her new plan.
...
It was just Deluxxxe, Kandy Kane, and Pink Steele lined up in the swan and whistle, its renovations almost completed and Zoe suspected partially paid for by her body. Jackson smugly emerged with a new task in his hand.
"Alright ladies, this is the penultimate task. You have 24 hours to bring me the most used condoms you can, each condom must be tied to your..."
"You know what, fuck this." Zoe interrupted, shocking Jackson into silence. "I'm not doing this any more, I quit."
"You realise what happens if you forfeit, right?" Jackson cautioned, gesturing for his large enforcers to stand either side of Zoe.
"You never really knew who you were messing with." Zoe replied. Suddenly she launched forward, pulling a telescopic truncheon out of her back pocket and in a single practised movement, flicking it out to its full length then bringing it down hard against his face. The large men stepped forward to help their boss but Zoe pulled out her badge and they stepped back.
"Sergeant Zoe Miller, Ridgecliff police." Zoe announced ripping off her mask. "Jackson Grant I am placing you under arrest..."
Jackson tried to shout over her, he screamed and threatened but Zoe calmly continued to read him his rights. Eventually she picked him up and led him out of the pub, the weight of her authority keeping him contained better than any handcuffs.
"You realise what a fuckup you have just made. Your evidence will be as tainted as that bitch Elaine's, Caroline will bury any support you have, and you just outed yourself as a pervert on my stream and you can bet once I've beaten this charge I will make sure every police officer, every member of your church, every family member, friend, neighbour, every fucking person you have ever arrested, they will all have the entire back catelouge of your time as a filthy whore. Plus with the connections I have, I predict you'll be back working for me by the end of the week and if you think I've been mean to you so far, just you fucking wait."
"Thank you, I'm going to go ahead and add threatening a police officer to the list of charges."
"And I'm going to make a list of charges for you: 50p for an hour to fuck you however they want, £5 to give you whatever tattoo or piercing they want." Jackson snarkily responded. Zoe felt a pit in the bottom of her stomach and hoped the plan would work.
...
"Welcome to BBC Radio 4, tonight we have the full story on the scandal that rocked the nation and led to an entire police force being dissolved. We have interviews with everyone involved and have pieced together the whole story of what has come to be known at the Ridgecliff rot."
"On 29th August, Jackson Grant was arrested live on a pornographic stream he was recording. The aerating officer was Sergeant Zoe Miller, who up until that point had been competing in the stream under the name Pink Steele. We sat her down for an interview."
"My plan was a bit of a kamikaze mission," Zoe's voice crackled through her speakers, "but Jackson was capable of such sadistic acts that I knew the only way to take him down was to sacrifice everything, because he was relying on my self-preservation to keep me in line."
Zoe was happy to hear her voice, but she skipped forward in the episode, bypassing her trauma to once again listen to her triumph.
"...the arrest was on shaky grounds." Zoe continued. "But what Jackson didn't know was his sadism and greed was there for all who had competed to see. He thought turning us against each other and threatening how things would be worse would keep us in line, he didn't know that Deluxxxe and Kandy Kane had both visited me the night before and we were all united in his downfall."
"So when Zoe dragged him out, Deluxxxe and I got to work." Kandy Kane continued in an act of seamless audio editing. "He had left his computer unlocked to do the stream and so we had access to everything. On livestream we put clones of his computer on some websites some hacking collectives had told us about m, and in real time revealed as much of his dirty dealings as possible."
"There was a lot to comb through." The smooth presenter took over, "but the most damning information was proof that Jackson was blackmailing police and crime commissioner candidate Caroline Foxton, with photographs he had proving multiple acts of infidelity."
"It seemed so minor considering some of the twisted things he was blackmailing us about..." Zoe continued. "When you are swallowed into his world it's all deep deviations and humiliations, you forget that most people aren't actually into that, and something as vanilla as an affair is still pretty significant to a normal woman."
"With Caroline shown to the world as compromised, her undue influence on a police force she had no formal power over started to become clear." The presenter took over. "Deputy Commissioner Bell had to admit that he faked an investigation into a video of Sergeant Miller at her request, the press department had been under her thumb since even before she was running unopposed. In total the scale of those complicit in Caroline and Jackson's ring of corruption was so vast the home secretary ordered the Ridgecliff police department dissolved, policing falling to neighbouring police forces until such time as a new police force could be rebuilt from the ground up."
"And what of Jackson Grant. Well it only took one charge to open the floodgates on his empire of crime. Vanya Valentine was granted modern day slavery protections to testify against him for human trafficking, all the organisers, enforcers, and competitors in his deviant competition ended up turning against him. It got to a stage that a special operation was concerned by the National Crime Agency to comb through the full extent of his crimes..."
'here comes my favourite bit.' Zoe thought to herself.
"Zoe Miller was correct that she would not escape unscathed. She was fired from the police force and given a suspended sentence on the laws she broke as part of her investigation. Controversially Caroline Foxton also did not see any jail time, her compliance with the investigation mixed with blackmail as a mitigating factor meant she was also given a suspended sentence, however for someone in politics the scandal meant an end to her otherwise promising career. Even now we do not know the full scale of the charges being levelled against Jackson Grant, he is currently serving so many consecutive sentences for category 1, 2 and 3 rape, blackmail, extortion, human trafficking, and assault that it is unlikely if he will ever see the outside of a prison."
Zoe chuckled and turned off the radio playing app on her computer. She glanced out into the Swan and Whistle, it was a quiet night in the bar she had purchased from Jackson's lawyers for a very reasonable amount, but that was never the purpose of the place anyway. It was a base of operations for Zoe's new career, a protection union for Tits-borne sex workers, run by the woman who had simultaneously taken down a criminal enterprise and a police department in a single night.
It was a tough time when the power vacuum brought plenty of those aiming to be Jackson's successors in control and sadism, but in the end Zoe was able to run them out of town with a mixture of law enforcement knowledge, and a genuine trust and respect the earned from the sex workers of Tits-borne. They knew she always kept her word, and they knew she would sometimes venture off her high horse to sell her services alongside them.
"You on the game tonight?" Elaine asked from behind the bar. Zoe had been a pillar of strength to her fellow blackmailed contestant during the divorce proceedings, abortion, and even stumping up some money for laser tattoo removal to restore Milf-Pie's cleavage to its former glory. Like Zoe, Elaine had always had unusually deviant desires, and was happy to have someone who let her indulge them and most importantly let her say no when she didn't want to.
"Not tonight, and tomorrow I have church in the morning..."
"I can't believe you still go to church." Elaine interrupted.
"Church helped me through that Top of Tits-borne nightmare far more than the police. Plus they are forgiving, which I certainly need a lot of right now. " Zoe replied, "Monday I'm having a celebration of sorts, though. It's going to be the anniversary of my arrest of Jackson and I've had an idea how to celebrate it."
"Colour me intrigued." Elaine replied.
"Well when I was arresting Jackson, he told me what he was going to sell me for when he beat the charges. I figured I could celebrate my new life by having a week living as if Jackson had won." Zoe explained. Elaine looked over to Zoe's computer and saw the price list she had mocked up for the secure and safe Tits-borne sex worker website. She then gasped as Zoe clicked submit.
~~~
29th August to 5th September
Zoe Miller (AKA Sergeant Zoe Miller, AKA Pink Steele)
Special rates to celebrate Jackson's downfall
50p per hour
£5 to give me a tattoo or piercing of your choice, comes with a free fuck afterwards.
~~~
*Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to go patrol my neighbourhood." Zoe announced, tucking her baton and mace into her custom made prostitute police outfit. She felt fat more exposed in it than her previous uniform, but also happier and safer as she took to the streets of Tits-borne.
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Carl stopped just as he pulled in his driveway to watch the girl do a hook shot. Her name was Zoe and she was an all around athlete. She was on the Volleyball team, the basketball team, the swim team and was a star on each. Those were just the one's Carl knew about. She was close to graduation and hoped she would receive at least a few recruitment letters from colleges for at least one of the sports she played. Because of those hopes she practiced every night and Carl was happy to help her.
Zoe's family had moved in next to Carl when Zoe was in grade school. The house they lived in didn't have a basketball hoop, or room to put one up. Carl on the other hand had a very large drive and a regulation hoop. It wasn't long before Zoe had asked Carl if she could use his hoop to practice. And not much later Carl was practicing with her and coaching her.
Over the next few years Carl watched the girl grow from a gangly young girl to a toned and fit young athlete. And as she grew and matured Carl couldn't help but notice how fantastic she looked. Now at 18, 19 in a month, she was gorgeous. She was 5' 8" tall, weighed 135lbs, with shoulder length black hair and green eyes. Her legs were toned and shapely, as was the rest of her young body from all the sports she did.
Carl pulled his car all the way into the drive got out and yelled, "Hey Zoe. Ready for some one on one?"
"Sure." she yelled back, "If you don't mind getting beat!"
Carl grinned at her chutzpah and said, "Let me change, I'll be right out."
Carl changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, pulled on his sneakers and trotted back out to the drive. He stopped to watch Zoe do a lay up and marveled at her form, at least with part of his mind. The other part was admiring the round firmness of her ass under her tight shorts.
Carl had covertly ogled the girl for the last year. He tried not to let her catch him staring at her and would never make a move, but always wished he could. He was totally and completely in secret lust with her.
Zoe tossed him the ball and said, "Come on, let's see if you can get past me!"
Carl loved this part of the game. Zoe was an aggressive player and trying to dribble past her she would end up bumping into him. The feel of her firm body against him always gave him an instant hard on and 50% of the time he would end up losing the ball. Of course that wasn't bad because that gave him an excuse to cop a few feels as she tried to dribble past him.
They played for half an hour then Carl called a halt. He grabbed two sodas out of the fridge in the garage and held one out to Zoe. She took it and chugged half of it before letting out a long sigh and flopping down into one of the lawn chairs Carl had in front of the garage.
"So, any letters yet?" Carl asked sipping his soda.
"One, from Central." Zoe replied, "But there should be a few more soon."
"A few more my ass!" Carl laughed, "You're going to see plenty when things break loose!"
"I hope so." Zoe replied wishfully.
"I know so." Carl came back, then added, "And on the boy front, have you taken any of them up on their offers?"
"No." Zoe replied shortly, "None of them interest me or for that matter are a match for me. Bobby Green did get fresh last weekend after the game. I guess he figured because he is the quarterback of the football team I'd just melt for him."
"What happened?" Carl asked.
"He caught me in the locker room by myself and tried to...aw...you know." she said.
"Cop some feels?" Carl finished for her.
"Well...yea kinda. He pushed me against the locker and tried to put his hands down my shorts. I think he wanted more then to cop a feel. He kept saying, 'You know you want it'."
"Sounds like he wanted much more then a feel. It sounds like he wanted to fuck you." Carl
replied with a grin, waiting for her response to his use of the word.
To his surprise, rather then her being shocked or angry, she grinned and said smugly, "Yea. He wanted to fuck me, but I'm not about to fuck that dumb asshole so I whipped his ass instead."
"He must be a pussy." Carl said.
"Why? Because he didn't mange it? Or because I'm a girl and I beat his ass?" She asked.
"Zoe you know I like you, a lot. But if a guy was bigger than you and wanted to fuck you, you wouldn't be able to stop him."
"You think so huh?" she said thrusting her chin out, "I'll bet they couldn't!"
"Ok, ok," Carl said, "Let's not argue about it. Another round?" He asked pointing at the basket.
"Sure. I'll beat you again!" She laughed as she grabbed the ball.
After the game Zoe headed home and Carl watched her go, admiring the sway of her firm ass cheeks as she trotted away. The next day when he arrived home from work Zoe was sitting in one of the lawn chairs waiting for him.
When he got out of his car she jumped up and ran to him yelling, "Look! I got six letters from six different colleges today!"
Carl grinned and said,"See? Didn't I tell you when it broke loose you were going to be buried?"
"Yea, you were right." Zoe said with a grin.
They played basketball for almost an hour before Zoe went home. The next day she had 5 more letters and the day after (Friday) she had four more. Carl helped her look over the letters and organize them into a pile she was interested in and one she wasn't.
When they were done Zoe said, "Thanks Carl. What are you going to be doing tomorrow?"
"Not a thing!" He said with a grin, "I'm sleeping in!"
"Cool! Will you have time for a game?" She asked.
"Sure, when?"
"I like the afternoons when the sun is off the driveway. It's not so hot then." She said.
"5:00 PM?" He asked.
"Ok, see you then." Zoe replied as she stood and headed home.
As always Carl watched her go wishing he could get his hands on her naked body. The next day at 5:00 Carl was warming up by shooting baskets when Zoe arrived. When he saw her he was both puzzled and pleased. She wasn't dressed to play. Instead she was dressed in a tight wife beater t-shirt, a mid thigh length skirt and sandals.
"Hey," he greeted her, "I thought we were going to play?"
"Not today," she said, "Instead I want you to do me a favor."
"Sure. You know I will. " Carl replied.
"You weigh what? 170 or so?" Zoe asked.
"Yea, 175 to be exact." Carl replied.
"And you're in really good shape too." Zoe added.
Carl laughed and replied, "I like to think so!"
"Can we go into the house to talk?" she asked.
"Sure, come on." He motioned her to follow as he lead the way into the house.
He walked to his livingroom and motioned her to a seat. She sat down on one end of the couch and he sat on the other.
He turned to face her and said, 'Ok, so what's this about?"
"Well...aw...well...here it is," Zoe said, "I've been thinking about what you said, about if a guy was big enough and strong enough he could you know, aw...fuck me and I wouldn't be able to stop him."
"Yea, I still think someone like that could." Carl said.
"I..aw...I want you to try." Zoe said.
"What did you just say?" Carl asked stunned.
"I...aw...I want you to try. You're big and strong. I don't think you can but if anyone could, it would be you."
Carl's mind went blank and he didn't know what to say.
Finally he came to his senses and asked, "Wait a second! You want me to try to rape you? And how far did you want me to go with this to prove I could?"
"Well, it won't prove anything if you just stop before you get far enough would it? I don't think you can, in fact I'm sure you won't be able to, but if you can manage to get to the point where you are...aw..." Zoe giggled then added," ready to fuck me I'll admit it can be done."
"I'm still confused. How far and what does 'ready to fuck you' mean?" Carl asked, both stunned by the request and excited by the possibility of finally getting part of his fantasy, to touch and see her fabulously sexy body, full filled.
"Well ok...aw...let's see...if you...aw...get to where you are ready to put your...dick," Zoe's
cheeks colored a bit, "in me and I haven't been able to stop you, that would do it." Zoe said her cheeks flushing pink.
"I don't know Zoe. I'm not sure this is a good idea and I'm still not completely sure how far you really want me to go." Carl replied.
Zoe let out an exasperated sigh and said," OK, let me put it bluntly, if you can get my panties off, if you can your dick against my pussy so all you have to do is shove it in, I'll admit it can be done, OK? Please? I need to find out for sure if it could happen. I'll be going off to college next year and I might get into a situation where I need to know this."
"Zoe, I could go to jail for doing that!" Carl said.
"Carl I'd never do that to you!" Zoe said.
"I'm sure you wouldn't, but what if someone else found out? Your parents for example? Even if you told them you wanted me to they may not believe you. I'd rather not chance that." Carl said.
She bit her lip as she looked around the livingroom. Her eyes stopped on his laptop sitting on the coffee table.
"What if I make a video of me saying I wanted you to? Would that work?" She asked.
"Well, yea for the legal part. But when I get you to the point where I could rape you, I'm going to be seeing and touching you, all your private parts, you know that right? And how is that going to change our relationship? I don't think it would be good for our friendship." He said.
"As far as I'm concerned if you manage to get me to that point, which I don't think you can, it's not going to change anything. I will still like you and consider you my friend. After all I asked you to do it didn't I?"
Carl had to admit to himself he wanted to. The thought of seeing and touching this young sexy girl was almost over powering.
Finally against his better judgement Carl heard himself say, "Ok. I'll do it. When do you want to do this?"
"Now." Zoe replied a quiver in her voice, "Right now, before I change my mind."
Carl breathed a sigh and said, "Ok. Let's make your video first."
Carl quickly set up his lap top and turned on the camera.
Zoe sat down in front of it, smiled and said, "For anyone who sees this I've asked my friend Carl to help me with a project. I told him I didn't think a guy could rape me if I didn't want him to. He has agreed to try and I have agreed to let him try. No matter what happens this is not rape. I have agreed to it and Carl is completely innocent."
Zoe looked up at him and asked, "Good enough?"
"Good enough. Come on out to the garage then." Carl said, leading the way.
Carl had a work out area set up in his garage and thought that might be the best place to do it.
As he stepped into the garage and said, "Give me a second to clear some of this stuff out of the way."
It didn't take him long and he had the exercise equipment pushed up against the walls. The floor in the middle was covered by a large exercise mat.
He turned to Zoe and said, "Before we do this, I want you to think about it, that you've asked me to try to rape you, fuck you. Again you do realize I have to touch you to do this?"
Zoe giggled and replied, "Geez Carl, you've been copping feels from me for years! The only difference now is you'll have to take my clothes off and you'll be touching my naked skin... that is if you can."
It surprised and embarrassed Carl that Zoe realized what he'd been doing over the years.
"I didn't..." Carl began and was cut off by a wave of Zoe's hand.
"I know you were doing it. I let you. I also know that sometimes you let me win while we are playing. But this is different. This time you can't take it easy on me. I have to know if this can really happen, or if I can stop you."
Carl stood staring at the young girl for a second, then said, "Ok, if this is what you want. I won't be taking it easy on you."
Carl walked over, opened a cabinet and grabbed a roll of electrical tape from inside and shoved it into the pocket of his shorts. He turned and walked back to Zoe, who was watching him. When he was close without warning he grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him. Zoe was taken by surprise but it didn't take her long to react. A moment later Carl found he had an armful of wildcat. Zoe was kicking, hitting and struggling with all her strength to get away from him.
Zoe scratched him, bit him and her thrashing fists and flailing feet connected hard several times. A time or two when she hit him hard Carl thought he was going to have to let her go, but he held on trying to get a grip on both her wrists. He finally managed, then as he held her wrists he tripped her so they fell to the floor. He landed on top of her and heard her breath leave her. She lay still, stunned by the fall and impact.
Before she could recover Carl, pulled her wrists together and with a few quick wraps, he had them taped tightly together. When Zoe realized what had happened she renewed her efforts to get loose. This time Carl sat on her legs and held her wrists pinned above her head, letting her use up her energy. Soon her struggles weakened, then stopped. She lay under him breathing hard from the exertion.
After a few moments of rest, he decided it was time to get on with it. The thought of seeing and touching her naked body had his cock rock hard. He slid down until he was sitting on her ankles. He slipped his hand up under her skirt and hooked his fingers into the band of her panties. When Zoe felt him do that she again began to thrash and kick. With his weight on her ankles holding them down it did her little good.
Carl worked her panties down off her hips and down to her knees as he sat on her ankles to keep her legs restrained. When he had her panties around her knees he slid up until he was sitting on her thighs, reached behind him and pulled her panties the rest of the way down her legs and off.
Carl slipped one knee between her legs and began to pry them apart. Zoe was almost exhausted, but as she felt Carl place his knee inside her legs, releasing one she again began to struggle. Carl stopped, held her free leg down with one hand while keeping her wrists pinned with the other and waited until she quit struggling, then moved his other knee between her legs. He was now in a position to take her, but both her legs were also free. When Zoe felt her legs free she went wild, kicking at him as hard as she could.
Carl quickly straddled one leg to hold it as he grabbed the ankle of the wildly thrashing other leg. He held on letting her struggle. He felt her movement get weaker and weaker until she stopped, panting, totally exhausted. He pulled the leg he held down and straddled it too, pinning both beneath him. He reached down and worked his shorts down until his raging hardon sprang out. With one quick move he placed both knees between her legs shoved them apart and quickly wiggled into position where his cock was nestled against her warm slit.
As he did he felt the crown of his cock settle between her soft, warm, wet, pussy lips, then felt her tremble. Carl, more then anything in the world, wanted to push, to slide his hard rod into her until his balls slapped her firm young ass. But he knew this was as far as he was suppose to go. If he did any more it really would be rape.
"I told you I could." He groaned as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her warm,
slippery groove,"I could take you right now and you couldn't do a damn thing about it. This should prove it can happen, but now I..I...should stop...I have to stop."
She didn't say a thing, just stared at him with her lower lip caught between her teeth. Carl stared into her eyes, the tip of his cock nestled against her warm, wet entrance. The thought filled his head, all he had to do was push, one push and he'd be buried balls deep inside her. His long time fantasy would be full filled. And even if it was rape, with the video she had made he could claim it was consensual. He nudged forward a fraction of an inch and felt her pussy lips spread around the tip of his cock.
'One push,' He thought, 'that's all it would take, one push and I will be inside her and no one can say I raped her.'
The more Carl thought about it, the more he convinced himself he should. He grabbed her hip with his free hand and was on the verge of slamming forward when he saw a look in her eyes that made him stop. Her eyes were wide, full of emotion and Carl interpreted it as fear.
"Carl, what...what are you going to do?" Zoe whispered.
He stared at her as he pushed forward a fraction more. He could feel the wet lips of her pussy hugging the crown of his cock.
"One push, that's all it would take, "Carl muttered staring into her eyes,"I told you I could.
One...push...and you will be...I will have...raped you."
Carl wanted to, god how he wanted to. He felt himself tense, knew he was a split second away from lunging forward and taking his young friend. Of a sudden the years of watching her grow up, of mentoring her, playing basketball with her hit him. He could feel the warmth of her labia around the head of his cock, inviting him in, inviting him to slide his hard shaft all the way into her. As he felt that powerful urge to enter her, as he stared down at her, he was filled with a feeling of revulsion at what he had almost done. She stared back, her eyes wide, filled with emotion.
"I told you I could. "Carl said a note of sadness in his voice,"What you don't understand is how close I am to actually doing it. I think I've proven I could."
Carl began to slowly pull back, trying, with gritted teeth, to maintain his resolve not to do what he so desperately wanted to. As he did he felt Zoe's legs move and a moment later felt them wrap around his hips, trapping him.
"Zoe,"Carl said, "what are you doing? I...have to get up...I need to get up or I'll...I'll..."
To his surprise Zoe's arms rose and circled his neck. Her wrists were still taped together and she used them to pull him back down to her. As she pulled him down Carl became aware that she was breathing hard. His eyes met her's, which were wide with the emotion he had thought was fear. As she used her strong athletic legs to pull him in, the crown of his hard rod again nestled between her warm, slippery inviting lips.
"Do it." Zoe moaned, "Do it Carl! Do it!"
"Zoe, I..." Carl began.
"DO IT!" Zoe groaned loudly, "Take me! Do it now!"
As she moaned her request she used her strong young legs to pull him forward and at the same time raised her hips, forcing the head of his cock into her tight entrance a bit farther.
When he felt the wet warmth of her folds caress the head of his cock, as he again heard Zoe
moan, "Do it!" Carl lost his resolve and with one hard push shoved the entire length of his steel hard rod into her.
As his balls slapped against her ass Carl felt Zoe's strong young legs pulling him tighter, felt her heels digging into his ass cheeks and heard her moan over and over, "Do it! Do it! Oh God do it!"
At this point he couldn't stop. He began to fuck her hard, slamming into her over and over.
It didn't take long and Carl heard Zoe's moans go up an octave, felt her body stiffen, then heard her scream,"OHHHHHH...FUCK!"
As she cried out her arms and legs tightened around him, pulling him deep inside her, holding him in a fierce, tight embrace. At the same time Carl felt her pussy rhythmically milking his cock as she climaxed. That was to much for him. He groaned as his cock exploded, blasting rope after rope of cum into her fertile, young womb. A few moments later they lay still, panting, Carl's cock still buried deep inside her.
"What...the hell was that?" Carl whispered.
"I'd say it was two very good orgasms." Zoe replied with a sly grin.
"That's not what I mean!" Carl snapped, "It wasn't suppose to go that far! I wasn't suppose to really...well...aw...hell. rape you!"
"You didn't." Zoe replied as she grinned, "Damn it Carl I've tried to get you to make a pass at me for the last year and you wouldn't! I had to do something! When I came up with this plan I didn't think it would work as well as it did, but boy was I wrong!"
Carl stared down at the girl, shocked. She had been trying to get him to make a pass at her? For a year? And he never noticed?
"A year?" he asked.
"Yes, a year. Didn't you notice what I wore when we played? How I'd dribble a lot more then I needed to before I took a shot? That was to get you to touch me as we played. And how I'd rub against you when we hugged after? But you never noticed!"
"Oh I noticed!" Carl said with a grin, "but I thought all those were innocent on your part. I didn't want to make you mad, destroy a friend ship by suggesting other things, even though I wanted to."
"Well now you know differently!" Zoe replied.
Carl had been laying still buried inside her as they talked, but now he started to pull out and sit up as he said, "What do we do now?"
To his surprise Zoe's legs and arms tightened around him holding him trapped between her thighs.
"Well, I'm a hormone filled teen girl who just got a taste of really good sex and likes it a lot. I want more. I think the best thing to is to do it again...and again...and maybe again..." She said grinning as she batted her eye lashes at him.
Carl looked down at her stunned as he said, "You're serious?"
A moment later he felt her legs tighten, then felt her hips begun to move as she ground her pussy onto his cock.
"Totally serious. "She replied as she rotated her hips sliding his cock in and out of her slippery tunnel.
She pulled her arms from around his neck and held her wrists up to him saying, "But it would help if you'd pull the tape off my wrists. I promise I won't fight," then added with a wicked grin," unless you want me to that is."
He slowly unwrapped the tape from her wrists. When he pulled the last of it off he felt her grab his neck, then she pulled him down to her in a fierce hug. Then with a powerful shove threw him to one side. Taken by surprise he didn't have time to react and a moment later he found himself on his back with Zoe sitting astride of him. His hard cock still lodged inside her.
With a grin she leaned down and put her face close to his as she whispered, "My turn."
She pulled her top over her head and tossed it to the floor then quickly undid the hooks holding her bra. Which followed her top onto the floor a moment later. That left her sitting on his cock with only her skirt on, bunched around her hips. She put her hands on his chest, closed her eyes and began to slide back and forth on his cock as she rotated her hips.
"Oh...oh...damn!" She groaned, "This feels fabulous! Your cock feels so good in me!"
Carl reached up and filled his hands with her firm breasts. He cupped them and used his fingers to roll and pull at her nipples, which brought more groans from Zoe. Carl lost track of time as she rode him, the only thing he was aware of was the feel of her soft inner thighs against him, the soft smooth, roundness of her tits in his hand and the utterly exquisite feel of her warm wet pussy surrounding his cock.
As she rode him the slow rhythm of her hips began to increase as did her breathing until
she was panting and slamming up and down on his cock at a frantic pace. He took hold of her hips and began to fuck into her, his hips rising to meet the downward thrust of her's slamming his cock hard into her each time they met. He could feel his spunk rising and knew it wouldn't be long and he'd cum.
He tried to put it off. He thought about anything except the feel of her pussy sliding up and down the length of his cock, but to no avail. His cock exploded, squirting rope after rope of cum into her warm depths. As his rod throbbed he heard Zoe cry out, then felt her pussy pulsing around his rod as she too climaxed. A minute later she sat still panting, her hair, the fringes damp with sweat, covering her face. Finally she brushed her hair back and slowly climbed off his lap to lay next to him on the mat.
"My god Zoe." Carl said.
She giggled and replied, "Yea, exactly!"
He rolled up on his elbow facing her and said, "So what now? This changes the relationship we had."
"Not really." She replied, "You're still my friend and I hope I'm yours."
"What we did can't change the fact that I like you." Carl said,"But I think it might change the way we deal with each other."
"Why should it?" Zoe asked, an expression of confusion plain in her face.
"Damn it, because I'm a man and now that I have had sex with you, that's all I'm going to be able to think about and I'll want to do it again!" Carl replied heatedly as he sat up.
Zoe sat up next to him and said softly, "Carl, do you think this is the only time I'll want to? Not hardly!"
He looked at her as she added, "And besides, this will be a huge training tool for me."
"How do you figure that?" He asked confused.
"Because my dear Carl," Zoe replied with an impish grin as she began to put on her bra, "From now on if I win we don't have sex, but if you do, we will. That will assure that you're not taking it easy on me and I'll have to play really hard to beat you."
"What?" Carl asked, stunned and unsure of what he had just heard.
"You heard me." She said as she pulled on her panties and the impish grin again filled her face, "You win, sex; I win, none."
Carl stared at her as she straightened her cloths and walked toward the door.
She opened the door and just before she stepped out she turned, grinned and said, "Another game tomorrow, same time?"
He nodded and she replied with that impish grin as she stepped out the door, "Get your rest, you're going to need it."
A second later a huge grin filled his face as he stood and began to pull on his clothes. Their game had just gotten a lot more interesting!
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<I>First attempt at a story like this, do let me know if you like it and any comments as to how to improve! Just a guy that wants to get better!</I>
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6.50am and the alarm makes its usual invited, but unwelcome, sound to indicate the start of another day.
Zoe rises slowly out of her bed, shoulder length brown hair ruffled as she pads across the deep carpet to the bathroom, stopping just for a moment in front of the full-height mirror to take in the sight of her naked body.
The view of her petite 5' 2" frame in the reflection, with the small but perky breasts sporting tight little nipples jutting out in front, causes her to smirk to herself in the morning light.
Sleeping naked is somewhat unusual for the 29 year old, after splitting with her boyfriend nearly a year ago, comfort and shut-eye are the only things her bed has really seen in recent months, but the chance to feel the soft silk sheets against her skin was too much for her the previous evening, and she stripped down to her birthday suit, falling asleep before giving in to any lustful desires.
After seeing to her usual bathroom routine, Zoe carefully dressed herself in matching purple thong and bra, tight black suit trousers, crisp white longsleeve business shirt with enough buttons left open to give a hint of cleavage, and black single-button jacket, before slipping on some mid-height heels and springing off out of the door for another day at work.
She knew how she'd feel before she got to work. Her chosen outfit had some effect on her that she didn't understand fully, but instantly made her sensitive to any remotely erotic sensation. Perhaps it was the power of being smartly dressed, or something else, but by the time Zoe was sat at her computer at the marketing agency she worked at, the familiar warm sensation was beginning to grow between her legs.
Throughout the morning all-hands meeting, and back at her desk, she kept subconciously rubbing her legs together to put any kind of pressure on her warming crotch that she could, and by the time her morning coffee break came at 11am, the inside of her purple thong was already slick with her dampness.
She stood in the office kitchen listening to the dating affairs of her colleague Jennifer, a tall blonde in her 30s who had today chosen to wear a tight blue dress cut to just above the knee and which hugged her 32C breasts like a second skin, but could simply manage a nod and a smile as she struggled to contain the sensation between her legs. A sensation not helped as the meandering conversation reached Jennifer's recent sexual escapade with Dan from Finance in the stairwell of a carpark.
Zoe's nipples were now hard against the white fabric of her shirt, but mercifully hidden by the blazer she'd kept done up, as her eyes took in the curve of Jennifer's hips in that blue dress. A part of her mind pictured what she'd look like without it on, but she shook that away before making her way back to her desk to at least attempt some work.
It wasn't long before the yearning became too much, knowing that she wouldn't be able to wait until home-time to satisfy the urge, she (as calmly as she could) made her way to the bathroom, locked the cubicle took off her jacket and ran her hands over her clothed breasts, shuddering as the mixture of fabrics brushed against her all-too sensitive nipples.
She spread her legs wide, the seam of her trousers and V of her thong tightening against her pussy, tensing and easing her stomach muscles to drive some friction against her crotch, causing her to gasp.
Her hands then began rubbing up and down her thighs, not yet reaching her apex, but getting closer with every movement.
The jerking movements she was making causing the toilet seat cover to bang rythmically, plastic on ceramic, but she was lost at this point, lost to the sensation which was now reaching fever point inside her.
It was only then she reached her right hand down inside of the waist band of the tight black trousers and began the little pulsating movement against her clit with her index finger which got her nearer to climax. She immediately grabbed the wall and gave a loud gasp, before gaining focus again, with her left hand now going down inside of her shirt and bra to flick at the engorged nipples.
She pushed two fingers inside of herself, as deep as she could with her hand jammed in her trousers and she pinched at her nipples with all the pressure she could muster.
As the wave of an intense orgasm began to wash over her, she arched her back and gasped loudly, letting the sensations branch out from her pussy to her head and toes, before gently sitting herself back squarely on the seat.
After a few more moments of come down, she pulled her left hand from her breasts, and her right from her now sopping wet crotch, noticing the cuff of her shirt was now damp from her creation.
Once she'd recovered, and had cleaned herself up at the bathroom sink, she made her way back to her desk, hoping no one would notice the damp shirt sleeve or the post-orgasm flush on her face.
As she made her way home, Zoe made sure to stop off to buy a bottle of wine, ready to give herself a little "me time" before changing out of her outfit and snuggling up naked in her silk sheets.
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The night was dark and quiet. Crickets were chirping over the narrow street; a light summer breeze gently caressed Zoe's face. For a second, she felt the bliss of coolness slipping between her thighs. "Gosh, I think this skirt is way too short! But how everyone was staring at me in the club, huh?" She whispered to herself, trying to pull her skirt slightly down.
Zoe clumsily dropped her keys on the ground as she reached her house. "Shhht, Zoe, you'll wake up everyone." She whispered to herself, worrying not to wake up her parents and uncle, with whom she lived.
She gently pushed the key and quietly opened the door into the front yard.
Zoe slowly, almost with affection, bent her left leg and gently took the red-heeled stilettos off her sole, and then she did the same with the other heel. She loved the feeling of freedom that her feet felt when she took her shoes off.
"Daamn!" Zoe startled, hearing a deep male voice behind her. "I almost mistook you for some supermodel entering our house." She smiled, recognizing her uncle's voice, who was out smoking.
"Oh, uncle, sorry I didn't see you!" Zoe smiled even more, turning around to him. "Do you have a smoke?" She added playfully.
"And what about your parents?" Damon, her uncle, said, looking at Zoe with criticism.
"Oh, come on, I'm already eighteen; I can do whatever I want." she insisted.
Damon smiled and gave her a cigarette, saying nothing. As he gave her light, it shined gently upon her face, allowing him to see her better. She was wearing very light makeup underlying her juicy lips and huge eyes.
"Damit Zoe, from an innocent girl, you've become a beautiful woman. With this face and how you took your heels off, I promise you, if I wasn't your uncle..." he growled.
This deep, dark voice pushed a button in Zoe, making her blush and slightly tickle her stomach.
"Oh, stop it, uncle, you are making me blush." she smiled and gently brushed Damon on the shoulder.
This blameless, at first, touch felt like an electric charge with enormous power overflying between them. Zoe sensed something trembling between her thighs. She looked up and stared her uncle right in the eye.
Zoe then bit her lip gently, an action that made her look both like a sex goddess and like an innocent girl trying to think of something, and said playfully, "I might have something for you, uncle." Then, she gently leaned forward, allowing Damon to believe she would kiss him, and pushed the lights switch. The whole yard illuminated in a warm, dimmed light.
Damon was looking with interest, saying nothing, just staring into her thirsty, dark eyes. Zoe, then slowly, without losing eye contact, slid her hand between her thighs and slowly pulled the blue-laced panties down and immediately put them in his hand.
Damon's hand trembled a little, his pants bulged, and she could hear his heavy breathing, like a person who had just sprinted.
"Stay put, uncle; I'm just starting," Zoe said with such confidence that surprised even herself.
Zoe then took her skirt off, being completely naked from the waist down; she slowly tiptoed towards the stairs, a gracious gazelle. She allowed the light to glide over her beautiful shining legs and her magnificent tight ass.
The years of practice in modern ballet were paying off for her gracious body.
"The best investment my brother has ever made, seriously," Damon told himself. His eyes were focused on the contour of her juicy wet pussy, lightly illuminated by the yard lights. Zoe's walk was so gracious and sexy that Damon wanted to bend her over right there and fuck her brains out.
"Hold on, Damon," he reminded himself. "Let's see where she will get with this!"
She faced him and sat down on the stairs, then with only her toes on the ground, and she slowly spread her legs at ten and two; the light bulb above her shed light right between her legs. The feeling that Damon felt was like opening the gates to paradise. Looking him in the eyes, Zoe slowly licked her index finger and, leaning backward, put it on her clit, pushing it gently up and down.
Damon couldn't hold himself and, with a quick move, put his cock out and started stroking it.
"What a monster! I want it inside me!" Zoe thought, looking into Damon's huge and well-formed cock. "But he's your uncle, Zoe," she continued. "This is as far as it gets," Zoe said to herself confidently. Her already wet pussy became wetter looking into her uncle's big hard cock. Zoe put her other hand forward and made Damon a sign to come closer. "okay, maybe I'll go a bit further." She thought.
"Okay, now it gets interesting," Damon thought as he anxiously melted the distance between himself and his niece. As he was standing a couple of inches before her, he saw how Zoe slid her right, red-nail polished foot on his thigh. With a moan, she touched his cock, then she lifted her other foot and started giving him a footjob. She slowly intensified the stroking; Damon shouted from pleasure, then startled, scared not to wake up his brother. The feel of her feet on his cock and her lustful moaning in his ears made Damon feel out of this world.
"Gosh, I want you to cum all over me!" A loud groan escaped Zoe's lips, then, all of a sudden, she felt the warmth of Damon's cum all over her feet, legs, and belly. She slid her finger through the warm cum on her stomach, looked her uncle in the eye, and licked her finger slowly as she was eating her favorite ice cream.
"Okay, uncle, now we have this out of our way! Good night!" Without saying anything more, she stood up, took her heels, panties, and skirt, and entered the house. Damon was standing in front of the house with empty balls, an empty mind, and drowned in pleasure. He lit up another cigarette.
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Zoe and her uncle continued as if nothing had happened during the next couple of days until Damon called her onto the first floor where he lived.
"Zoe! Come and give me a hand with something!" He shouted in the corridor. The thought she would be alone with her uncle for the first time since that night mowed Zoe's knees. Freshly out of the shower, she quickly grabbed a robe and skittered onto the first floor.
"Close the door!" Damon said with his deep, authoritarian voice, without looking into her. Damon's looks hypnotized Zoe; even at 50, he was well-put and physically active. Her uncle was leaning on the table with his shirt's sleeves rolled up, pants contouring his muscular legs, and a considerable bump showing exactly where his cock was. He was looking into a design sketch for a house renovation he was working on.
"Come tell me, do you like this color for the bedroom walls? I'm not sure about it...".
Zoe slid next to him, gently touching her body into his. "Mmmm," she mumbled, trying to sound as sexy as possible. "If they were a tone dar..." Zoe couldn't finish her sentence. Damon grabbed her firmly for the hair, pulled her head facing him, and gave her a rough kiss. Zoe was wet.
"Take off this robe!" He said imperatively, which caused Zoe to look at him like a little puppy that had done something terrible. She quickly untied her robe and let it slide on the floor. Standing naked in front of Damon, he took her by the hips and sat her on the table right on top of the sketches. Zoe was sure she would leave a wet spot on them.
"Stay here." Damon roared in her ear as he went to the other room and returned, holding a couple of things. "Put these on," he said with a tone that nobody can refuse. She put a toy ball in her mouth and gently tied the straps. Then she put a sleeping mask on her eyes.
"Now stand on all fours on the table," Damon continued. Zoe obediently did. Her heart raced for a while as he grabbed her arm, tied it down to the table leg with a pigtail, and then repeated it with her other arm. This caused her whole body to bend down, and she intentionally left her ass popping up, so her uncle could see and play easily with it.
Zoe blushed; her heart started wildly racing when she heard, "Oh, brother! Come in; you are right on time!" She started twisting and numbly muffling, but her uncle's strong arm grabbed her by the neck and locked her down. Her uncle's grasp made Zoe even wetter and more excited, and she obediently popped her tiny ass up. She slightly spread her legs out to make it easier for her father to enjoy the full view.
"Good girl," Zoe heard her father's voice and gentle touch on her head. He started caressing her, going through her back, making his way up her waist, and touching her ass slightly. Her father knew her turn one very well. Zoe loved touching her ass. James, her father, started finger-stepping on Zoe's ass until he reached him the whole he desired to enter so badly. His index finger started playing around her ass as Zoe started moaning slightly.
James' finger took a turn and suddenly entered Zoe's wet pussy. "Mmmmmhm!' She muffled from surprise. "That's just for lubrication, baby," saying this, her father unexpectedly popped his wet finger in her asshole. Zoe's toes squirmed from pleasure and shame at the same time as she tried to imagine how her father fingering her ass looked from aside. As her father was playing with her ass, her uncle started paying particular attention to her feet, sucking and licking her toes. This play lasted for a while and allowed Zoe to experience new sensations of pleasure.
In a couple of minutes, she felt how her father's hands spread her ass cheeks, hearing him say, "She's all yours, bro." Zoe's heart raced wildly, feeling what would happen in a second. Her uncle climbed the table on top of her, and his huge hard cock, invaded her ass without any warning. It took Zoe a couple of seconds and a lot of muffled moaning to gather her thoughts, and to her uncle's surprise, she pushed her ass even higher, allowing him to enter deeper into her.
As her uncle ruthlessly was pumping her ass, her father took all the straps she had and removed her mask and gagging ball. She now stood on all fours and felt she was close to an orgasm.
"Shouldn't we take turns?" Said Damon as he pulled his cock out of Zoe's ass.
"That is an excellent suggestion, brother." Said James with delight as he pulled in a chair and sat down.
"Zoe honey, sit down on my cock." James said calmly to Zoe
"Yes, daddy," Zoe said without hesitation; descending from the table, she kneeled at her dad's feet and gently kissed his thighs.
"Do you want a blowjob first, daddy?" She said thirstily, looking him in the eye.
"No, honey, be a good girl and do what daddy tells you..." James gently caressed her on the head.
Zoe stood up and slowly, supporting herself on James' knees, strung on his penis. As she felt the tip, she moaned loudly and started stroking it up and down her ass. "Gosh, it's so good I'm not sure I can stop," Zoe mumbled with heavy, labored breaths caused by her sensation.
Her uncle stood before her, and without hesitation, she leaned forward and started sucking his dick thirstily, tasting herself and moaning loudly.
As she cleaned her uncle's cock thoroughly, he pushed her back as she leaned over her father's chest. Damon grabbed his cock, and entered Zoe's wet pussy effortlessly as the knife slices through butter. This was the first of many double penetration that Zoe would experience, and it was fucking amazing. A couple of seconds into it, she started screaming and twisting, yelling, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum." Until she came loudly with big sips of breaths. Once she came, Zoe didn't waste her time; she almost immediately kneeled before her father and uncle and put her tongue out. Without a drop of hesitation, they both stood up; Zoe grabbed their cocks with both her hands and let them cum in her mouth one by one, making sure she swallowed each drop of cum that came out of them.
"Well, that was a surprising afternoon," Zoe said, putting her robe back on. "Perhaps next time, I can ask my sister to join," she added, winking at her uncle and father as she closed the door behind her.
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Zoe had only just left Uni after crashing out of her Law Degree. The last thing she really wanted to do was get a job, but her mum was adamant that she had to go to work and stop relying on them or she had to find somewhere else to live. Zoe was only 22 but had recently borrowed £10,000 from her dad to have her boobs enhanced. Zoe she was the apple of his eye but he had to agree that she had to work and pay back the money she had borrowed.
Zoe applied for various roles but with no experience she found it tough. All she wanted was an opportunity to prove her worth in whatever way she could.
After months of trying, she finally got a job at Mason & Co Accountants. She enjoyed the work, and it was full of friendly people, and the interview with the owner Brian had been a breeze. She often wondered whether Brian had given her the job based on her CV or her looks, but she really didn't care. Zoe got lots of attention in the office, and with her slim petite figure and her 36DD boobs she relished the adoring looks the guys gave her, and many of the girls too.
One afternoon she went into the kitchen to have her lunch and Brian was there on the phone having a heated argument with someone. He hastily ended the call, and he was clearly in a bad mood as she tried not to engage eye contact for fear, he would think she was being nosy.
She sat down to eat as he stood just yards away from her flicking through his messages, clearly agitated by his call. She glanced up unsure whether to say anything and she couldn't help but notice the bulge in his jeans. Brian always looked smart. He was 57 years old but always dressed smart in nice slim jeans a crisp white shirt with and a tailored jacket. She quickly looked away, but seconds later looked at again as she was both curious and embarrassed at what she was thinking.
He was just there doing his thing, why did his bulge look so big, she wondered what he was doing on his phone and if he was looking at something that turned him on.
Brian caught her eye; Zoe are you going to Pauls leaving party tonight? ......... Urmmmm yes Mr Mason she nervously replied. Good, it will be a good opportunity for you mix with everyone and please call me Brian ok not Mr Mason.
The afternoon went quickly, and Zoe was looking forward to the party, she wasn't sure if she was being paranoid, but she kept seeing Brian walking by her desk much more than usual and her thoughts turned to the earlier viewing of his bulging jeans and what was underneath.
The bar was packed when Zoe got there. She had been late leaving work so by the time she hit the bar it was well after 8pm and everyone was a little drunk. She grabbed a drink at the bar and chatted to a few people as she saw Brian talking to a few of the guys from the shop floor. He looked over and smiled at her and she smiled back. He looked hot as fuck she thought, and as she turned away, she discreetly slipped open two buttons on her blouse so that her huge tits could not be avoided. She was shy but wanted him to see her. She grabbed another drink and chatted to her colleagues but kept an eye on where he was and each time she looked he was staring at her and looking her up and down.
As the night wore on Zoe felt a little drunk. It was getting late, so she grabbed her bag and went outside for some fresh air. She had recently started smoking so she lit up her cigarette and stood taking in the night air feeling slightly better as it was cold outside and fresh.
What are you doing out here on your own she heard a voice say. She looked up and saw Brian coming towards her. Fuck he looked good she thought, as his white shirt complimented his tanned toned chest and for his age Brian clearly kept himself in shape.
Mind if I join you? he asked. Of course, not Zoe replied as he lit up a cigarette and stood in font of her. She felt her heart racing, and a million things went through her head. She didn't want to misjudge the situation nor miss out on something either. I'm sorry about the other day Brian said, in the kitchen when I was shouting on the phone. Its ok Zoe responded, I didn't want you thinking I was listening in, is everything ok she asked?
Yes, its fine, my wife works away a lot and we don't get on much now, so I get annoyed and frustrated and it causes arguments. I'm sorry to hear that Zoe said, it must be hard. Brian laughed almost without thought, yes, it is Zoe its really hard just like how I was when you saw me after I got off the call.
Zoe didn't know what to say, she just looked at him as she sipped her drink, and he looked her straight in the eye. A moments silence felt like an hour as he took a step towards her. C'mon Zoe he said, don't pretend you didn't notice. You are not that naïve are you?
.......urm well yes I did. I'm sorry for looking I shouldn't have.....sorry she said again.
Brian had not moved his eyes once, totally connected to hers she felt hot and she could feel her cunt starting to get wet as she fumbled with her phone to order a taxi. Zoe can I ask you a question......Yes of course Brian she said. Would you like to see it he asked.
....urm see what she said, unsure if he meant what she thought.
My big cock Brian responded. Do you want to see my big cock?
Zoe dropped her phone, totally flustered, and lost for words not knowing what to say or do. She bent down to pick it up but as she did Brian unzipped his jeans grabbed her by the hair. As she looked up at him, he pulled his cock out and let it hand there just inches from her face. Look at it, he said. His tone now commanding and dominant. His whole voice had changed as he held her there on her knees looking at his cock.
What do you think he asked her. She was breathless and her heart was now pounding.
Its so fucking big she said, and so thick.......its massive Brian. I've never seen a cock like it
Open your mouth he said. She didn't hesitate as he pulled her down onto his now semi hard cock. Holding her head tight he fucked her mouth hard and fast. He didn't look at her once, just listening to her gagging and choking on his hard cock.
At one point he felt her try to pull back, struggling to swallow him but he would not allow this as he felt his balls tighten. He knew he couldn't last much longer, as he saw her eyes going red and watering as she choked and tried her best to take it all.
She felt him yank her head down hard as he gripped the brick wall behind her. A tidal wave of hot cum hit the back of her throat as he pumped hard in her mouth. He looked down and saw his cum dripping out of her mouth as she swallowed hard and gulped to take as much as she could.
He came so hard in her and delivered so much cum she had never experienced anything like it.
As he stood back, he told her to stand up and as she did she gasped for breath. Her face red, her mouth covered in cum she looked tired and used. He looked her up and down and saw his cum dripping all down the front of her black skirt.
Turn round he said.
What, why?
I said turn round and pull your skirt up. I need to fuck you right now.
Brian hadn't finished with her; he was just getting started.
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Jace fell down on the couch, exhausted. He almost made airtime when Zoë flopped down next to him. With his remaining strength, Jace managed to pick up the remote and started zapping through the channels. They just got back from the gym, too tired to even take a shower. Zoë was playing with her phone, claiming the entire couch by laying on her stomach, her feet resting on Jace's lap. It didn't take long for him to give up and continue watching something he couldn't care less for. The show was almost bad enough to conquer his fatigue, leaving him with no choice but to get up and take a shower.
Before he did, though, he took a peek at his left. What he saw was a huge mountain, held together by tight leggings that seemed to almost rip apart. Jace was instantly reminded of the lust that had been building up for almost two hours now. His crotch woke up as he recollected the tease he had endured.
Jace dropped his pants without hesitation, revealing his rock-hard cock. He jumped back on the couch, sitting on Zoë's thighs. Without wasting any time, he hooked his fingers under her waistband and slid down her leggings around those broad hips. 'Of fucking course,' Jace thought to himself. She was wearing absolutely nothing beneath her tight leggings. He shook his head in disbelief. Zoë kept scrolling on her phone as if nothing was happening.
There was no need for lube this time, because her ass was glistening in sweat. Jace rubbed his cock along her butt for a short while, before sending his cock straight between those massive white globes. "Fuck yes..." Jace moaned. He really needed this. He started making long and powerful thrusts into her pussy, doing the final part of his workout today. His hips slammed against Zoë's ass, slapping loudly and sending waves running over her cheeks.
Even after all of this, Zoë hadn't stopped looking at her phone. Of course she knew what was going on, but she loved to pretend she didn't notice. This was because Jace had in fact not even touched her pussy yet. His shrunken cock couldn't make it through her enormous ass, and couldn't reach her tight little slit for already more than a week. As much as Jace tried to pretend everything was normal, he could feel the difference easily. It felt great in her sweaty ass, which gripped around his cock just right. But he longed for her pussy and her attention.
Jace made a final push by sending his hips into overdrive. Maybe, if he tried hard enough, he would reach it. He had to only touch it, for her to notice him. His hips kept slamming against her ass, but Zoë didn't look his way. Jace felt his orgasm was coming close. He made one final push, spreading her ass with both of his hands, getting his cock as deep in there as possible.
His struggles were in vain. He started spurting out his cum, his hips jolting against Zoë's. It would be wishful thinking that it would seep into her hole. He knew that he would find a stain on the sofa tomorrow.
"I think I'm gonna take a shower first," Zoë announced. This was the first time she had acknowledged his presence since they were home. Embarrassed, Jace pulled out his cock from her ass and pulled up her leggings. Just as he sat back down on the sofa, Zoë got up and walked out of the living room. Jace couldn't help but stare at her swaying hips, hypnotizing him as they always did. What he couldn't see were the wet spot spreading on her crotch, and her hand delving between her legs as soon as she closed the door behind her.
Two days later, Jace got the attention he had waited for. They had returned from exercising and Jace was about to go knock-out on the couch. "Jace," Zoë whispered, as she grasped his hand. "I really need your big, fat cock deep in my wet pussy!" She whimpered. Jace had no urge to even get near the couch anymore. Zoë took him by his hand, guiding him to the bathroom. She started stripping as soon as they got there, so Jace did the same. She had apparently worn a thong today, which was unceremoniously thrown to the side just as quickly as the rest of her outfit.
Zoë grabbed his hands and put them on her boobs. She started kissing him while he kneaded her small titties. All her growth had really gone some place else, but he still loved them. "Are you going to fuck me hard, Jacey?" Zoë breathed heavily.
"There's nothing I would rather do," Jace replied earnestly.
"Yay!" Zoë cheered. She broke their embrace, turning around to get something out of a drawer. If her ass hadn't been this huge, he could've seen her dripping pussy by now. Even more to Jace's dismay, Zoë whipped up the all-to-familiar strap-on.
"Come on, Zoë, don't get that thing out now," Jace complained.
"But... Didn't you want to fuck me with your big, juicy cock just now, Jace?" Zoë asked, sulking. "I promise I'll make you feel awesome," she tempted him.
"You know what I-" Jace tried to cut her off, but she wouldn't have it.
"Please, please, please... Don't tease me like this..." Zoë whined. She turned her back towards him, putting her hands against the bathroom wall. She bent over slightly and started shaking her ass like she had never done before.
'You cheating bitch... And I'm the one that is doing the teasing?' Jace silently complained. How could he resist a real-life cheat code like this? Jace reluctantly attached his second cock to his body. Zoë was quietly waiting for him now that she got her way.
This was the first time Jace had fucked her standing up, so he had to awkwardly find a way to get the right angle. He put one hand on her thigh, crouched down a bit and held the base of his cock with his other hand. When he was confident he had found the correct position, he thrusted his big, long cock into Zoë's enormous ass.
Jace got the chills when he heard her yelp. For more than a week, she hadn't even made a sound. He bottomed out the final inches he had left. "It's in!" Zoë moaned loudly. "Give it to me as hard as you can, Jacey!"
Jace did just that. He pounded her fiercely with both of his hands firmly on her hips. His other cock was rubbing between her thighs, precum already starting to dribble out.
Jace grabbed Zoë's tits while assaulting her ass, grabbing them as he fucked her pussy to orgasm. His thick, hard cock made Zoë scream so loud he was afraid his neighbors were going to knock on their door sooner or later. "I'm gonna cum, Jacey, I'm almost there! Fill up my pusssyyyyyy...!" Her orgasm hit her mid sentence, her lower body convulsing on his big cock. Jace couldn't ignore her wishes, and dumped his load deep inside her pussy. He could feel his sperm pumping out of his cock, finally filling up Zoë's slit. "That's definitely something we're doing again, Jace..." Zoë panted.
Behind Zoë's legs, semen could be seen running down the walls. Zoë had crossed her legs just a few pumps before Jace's orgasm had hit. Jace's penis had squirted stroke after stroke by just rubbing along the side of her thighs.
The next day, Jace found Zoë lazing around on the bed. She was wearing jeans, which was probably one of his favorite outfits. They fit incredibly tight around her absurd curves, making them look even more enticing. He couldn't resist jumping on top of her, his fingers already hooked inside her jeans. But when he tried to pull them down, he was met with an unusual amount of resistance. He noticed that she was wearing a belt.
Unlike last week, Zoë didn't ignore him. Instead, she grabbed his hands, stopping him from unbuckling her belt. She looked over her shoulder at him. "I have a present for you, Jacey!" She said happily. Jace raised an eyebrow. Was she really not going to address why she was suddenly acting way differently?
Like always, Zoë found what she was looking for beneath the bed and handed it to him. Jace's 'present' wasn't even wrapped, clearly showing what was inside the package on the box. "Why...?" Jace asked her incredulously.
"Well, we don't want to ruin our hard work, right? So I thought, let's make sure that it stays at the right size!" Zoë proudly proclaimed. Jace was just sitting there on the bed, dumbfounded. "Come here," Zoë instructed him. "I'll do it for you. It's not like this is our first time, right?"
This is how Jace found himself, and Zoë, looking down on his crotch. His dick was nowhere to be seen. The metal cage he was wearing had literally no length, smushing his cock practically flat. Only his balls were still there, luckily. Zoë clapped in her hands, looking pleased. "You look great, Jacey!" Satisfied, she laid back onto the bed, continuing the book she was reading. Jace kept looking back and forth between her amazing ass in jeans, and his almost non-existent, locked-up cock. What he wouldn't give to fuck her ass right now, even if he couldn't reach her tight pussy anymore.
Jace had to hold that thought for one excruciatingly long week. His chest started heaving up and down when he heard the familiar click. He wasn't even angry anymore when his nemesis was tossed towards him, because he had been expecting it. He put on the strap-on without protest while Zoë took on her usual position on the bed, flat on her belly. Jace climbed on top of her, laying his cocks on her ass. On second thought, only one cock could actually be seen.
Zoë seemed to be reminded of something as Jace waited for her to hand him the lube. "Oh yeah, by the way, I want to you to fuck me in the ass today, Jacey. Don't worry, I can handle it!"
"Eh-ehmm... what do you-," Jace tried to ask, startled.
"God, I want you to fuck me in my ass 'hole', Jace. Do you get the hint now?" Zoë sighed. "You dense idiot," Jace could hear her mutter.
'Is she for real?!' Jace couldn't contain his excitement. He had wanted to do anal for ages now. Her ass was practically made for it! His enthusiasm was dampened when he looked down to his cock. Now that Zoë finally wanted him to fuck her in her ass, he had to do it with a strap-on? He couldn't live with himself if he didn't shoot his shot now.
"Zoë, can I just ditch this 'thing' I'm wearing and fuck you for real?" He tried not to sound too miserable, but didn't quite succeed.
"Sure, Jacey," Zoë easily agreed. Jace was stupefied, until she continued. "But," she started. Jace's heart sank again. "You know you have to reach it, right?" she asked innocently.
"The strap-on stays on, Jacey," Zoë said as she stopped Jace right as he was going to remove it. He could only grumble in response. He hated how confident she was. He grabbed his cock and moved further on top of her. The thick dildo was blocking him from seeing where he was aiming his cock, which annoyed him limitlessly. He had to find her asshole, which he was pretty sure he had never even seen before. After rubbing between her cheeks for a bit, he decided to just shoot his shot.
It probably doesn't come as a surprise that it was a complete fiasco. Zoë's thick, bubbly ass made his cock disappear in an instant. Zoë put the final nail in his coffin when she asked: "Are you putting it in yet?"
Jace laid on top of her, defeated. He felt her shaking beneath him, doing her best to hold in her laughter. When she eventually recovered, Zoë asked: "Do you want to fuck my tight little ass now? I prepared it for weeks, especially for you," she enticed him. Without a word, Jace resigned by pulling out his cock and lining up the next candidate with her butt.
"Hmm, just go for it Jace, I can handle it!" she encouraged him. He pushed his cock between those fat cheeks, gradually making his way towards her little hole. Unlike when he fucked her pussy, he could clearly feel the resistance when he reached his goal. Her sphincter didn't give in even if he pushed a bit harder.
"You're sure it'll go in?" Jace asked her.
Zoë seemed offended. "Of course I am!" she said. "Just push a bit harder, you'll see!", she stubbornly held her ground.
Jace took that as an invite to ram his cock inside of her in one big thrust. "Fuck meeeee!" Zoë screamed. That sounded like music to Jace's ears. Zoë's haughty attitude had dissolved instantly. Without giving her any time to recover, he pulled out his cock again until he felt he had left her asshole, before ramming it in again. He kept doing this a few times, earning a scream from Zoë each and every time.
Bored with this, Jace carried on fucking her deeply, keeping his cock inside of her. Zoë slowly started to get used to being fucked in her ass, and screams were slowly being replaced by moans. Meanwhile, Jace's tiny dick was pushing against her thighs, making him feel just as good.
Now that he had her pinned down below him, some of Jace's confidence returned. He came up with an idea. While fucking her ass, he would also fuck her with his real cock! He could fuck both of her holes at once! Jace grabbed his cock and pushed it inside of her too. He made sure to fuck her deeply, preventing him from slipping out.
"Fuck me, Jace, I love it how you if you fuck me deep in my ass," Zoë cried. "You're big, hard cock feels amazing Jacey!" This compliment merely left a bitter taste in his mouth. There wasn't even a hint that she had noticed his real cock trying to reach her wet pussy. Unlike previous times, she wasn't pretending to not feel his efforts anymore.
His cock slipped out of Zoë's ass when he pulled back a little too far, but Jace didn't care to put it back in. It was useless, anyway.
"Your fat cock is making my ass come so hard!" Zoë kept yelling. His mind blank, Jace continued the onslaught on Zoë's ass. He didn't feel much resistance anymore, her hole stretched to match his big cock perfectly. "I feel it coming, it's gonna, it's gonna-" Zoë gasped. "Fill up my asshole with your cock-juice, baby!" Zoë screamed just before her orgasm hit. Jace let out a grunt as he felt her clamping down hard on his cock. His orgasm hit him like a truck. He plummeted downwards and unloaded his balls, deep inside the ass he had wanted to fuck for so long now. "Oh, yeah, keep it coming Jacey!" Zoë purred. She grinded against his cock, milking stroke after stroke out of him. "Fill me up until there's nothing left..."
In the meantime, Jace's tiny little penis was aimed straight downwards, spraying cum all over Zoë's thighs and had even managed to cover her feet. When Jace finally pulled out his thick new cock out of her ass, Zoë made sure to turn around and lie down on her back.
Another week passed. Jace couldn't handle it anymore, and was pleading with Zoë. "Why do I still have to wear this thing? Weren't you already satisfied ages ago?" It took a lot for Jace to not start begging.
"I'm still satisfied, though. I just don't want you to get bigger anymore," Zoë responded unperturbed.
"I promise I won't!" Jace begged.
"You know you can't promise me that, Silly," Zoë laughed, brushing him off. "You know what, I'll give you a reward for doing so good this last week." Jace intently followed her with his eyes, anxious for what this 'reward' could be. Jace knew he was in for something when she went on her hands and knees onto the carpet. She put her elbows on the floor, bent her back and put her ass proudly in the air. She slowly wiggled her broad hips, enticing him with the sexy shorts she was wearing. "Fuck me right here and now, Jace," Zoë commanded.
Zoë could wake him up any time if he would be met with a sight like this. Jace didn't think she could turn him on in any better way. Although, she could have been nude. Jace fell down on his knees between Zoë's legs, and got his hands around her hips. His admiration was interrupted by a sharp pain in his crotch. His cock tried his absolute hardest to burst out of its cage.
"Shit!" Jace cursed through his teeth. This was going to be unbearable if Zoë didn't release him. He tried to reason with her. "Zoë, we can't have sex like this."
"Of course not, dummy. Hurry up and get that big, juicy cock of yours. It's in my drawer in the bathroom."
"Come on Zo-", Jace started to whine, but he stopped right away. His eyes were glued to Zoë's ass, as she pulled her tight shorts down her hips. She threw them to the side and showed off her sexy panties to him. Not much was showing, most dug deep between her cheeks. She gave him a final push while jiggling her ass. "My pussy can't wait much longer, Jacey," she moaned.
Reason had left Jace's mind, his aching crotch long since forgotten. What he needed now was to fuck that big, juicy ass as soon as possible! He rushed upstairs to get his cock, coming back down with his big member swaying wildly in the air. "Yes, baby, yes!" Zoë cried in ecstasy. "Come get me, Jacey!" she lured him in, shaking her ass in the air with all her might.
Jace practically jumped on top of her. He got a finger under her panties and almost ripped them apart trying to pull them out of the way. Zoë kept shaking her ass as if her life depended on it, not caring what happened to her panties in the slightest. She only stopped moving when she felt Jace's cock touch her from behind.
Jace smoothly pushed his big cock in, expertly finding her pussy with ease. "Hmm..." Zoë moaned appreciatively. Jace bottomed out completely before putting his hands on her lower waist. He grabbed tight and got to work. He started hammering her pussy, handling her enormous ass like it should be handled, rough and hard. Soon, Zoë's face was planted flat onto the carpet. One hand was clinging hopelessly to the couch, while the other had vanished underneath her top, squeezing her small breasts. "Aaah, it fills me up so much," Zoë moaned. "My tight little pussy can barely handle your huge dick, Jace!"
Zoë was rapidly reduced to a moaning mess, and Jace wouldn't hold on for much longer either. Her pussy just felt too good around his cock, clamping down hard as she did when her orgasm was close. Zoë gave him his cue: "Fuck... I'm there baby, cum for me!"
"Oh shit, I'm... I'm-" Jace moaned. Zoë reached behind her, grabbing his ass and clinging him tightly against her. "-cumming..." Jace finished. "I'm going to fill your little slit!" he yelled as his cock started twitching.
Zoë relished in her orgasm. "Hmmm... You're amazing, Jacey." She practically collapsed onto the carpet, Jace falling with her. Her entire chest was on the ground, her butt just barely kept in the air.
She had spread her knees wide to give Jace easy access. Sperm was still dripping down onto the carpet, but it wasn't coming from Zoë's pussy. Jace's caged little penis had started drooling pre-cum before he had even mounted her with his big, new cock. During his orgasm, a steady stream of cum had flowed out of the front of the cage for minutes.
A few weeks later, Zoë surprises him when they're laying in bed in the evening. She pulled Jace on top of her, kissing him deeply. "What was that for?" Jace asked her with a big smile on his face.
"I want you to fuck me like this tonight." She held his eyes with hers and bit her lip. She grinned at his thrilled expression. This was the first time in a long while that he was going to see her pussy. As much as Jace loved Zoë's ass, nothing could beat seeing his cock sliding in and out of her wet slit. "You know where it is," Zoë said. Jace didn't have to be reminded, though. He was already scrambling to get to her nightstand.
When he found his cock, Zoë had already gotten out of her pajamas. She had pulled up her knees and was concealing her pussy. Jace put his hands on her knees and slowly pulled her legs open. This revealed his prize, already glistening wet and ready to go. She had a trimmed bush, but her pussy lips were perfectly smooth shaven. Jace let himself fall on top of her, kissing her again. At the same time, he lined up his cock and gently pushed.
"Holy fuuuck..." Zoë moaned. "You're so fucking big baby, I can barely handle your cock!" Jace sat upright and put his hands on her thighs, spreading her legs nice and wide. The view was amazing. He was sure that his cock had never been this deep inside of her, always first having to go past her gigantic ass. Her pussy gripped tightly around the base of his cock.
Jace enjoyed the view while he fucked her slowly. He kept his cock nice and deep inside of Zoë's pussy. She let out pleased moans, kneading her boobs and rubbing her hard nipples. After a while, Jace decided to up the tempo. Zoë sounded delighted with that choice. She started moaning harder as Jace slapped against her thick thighs.
Zoë's hands left her boobs, moving downwards. One held her thigh, while the other started rubbing her clit. She also felt around her pussy, stroking Jace's cock which was going in and out of her sopping wet pussy. She also reached under her butt, after sucking on her fingers. She stared at him intensely while her index and middle finger found their way inside her asshole.
"Oh Jace, I love it to have both of my holes fucked!" she cried, still holding his gaze. "Your big fat cock feels out of this world in my pussy! I wish your cock was also in my ass right now!" she moaned, while rapidly fingering her ass. Like always, Zoë knew exactly how to turn him on. Jace got his chest onto hers and grabbed her shoulders behind her back. He started fucking her as hard as he could while kissing her neck.
"That's it, baby! I'm gonna cum super fucking hard!" Moaned next to his ear. A wide grin was plastered on her face.
"I'm gonna cum, Zoë," Jace warned her.
"Do it, Jacey. Shoot it right inside my womb..." Zoë encouraged him while stroking the back of his head.
Their orgasms hit at the same time. Shocks went through Jace's body, pumping everything he had inside Zoë's pussy. As deep as he was inside of her, his cum easily found its way to her womb. Meanwhile, Zoë's orgasm was intense and drawn-out. Her juices were flowing lavishly out of her vagina, dripping along her little asshole.
After seemingly forever, Jace slowly pulled out his still rock-hard cock. Zoë's juices coated it all over. He fell on the bed next to her while they relished in their orgasms for a little while longer.
Zoë gave him a kiss on his cheek. "I think I can feel it," Zoë giggled while rubbing her tummy.
Jace kept his eyes closed, smiling lazily. "I fucking love to pump your pussy full like this..."
"I know you do, Jacey," Zoë replied, grinning ear to ear.
Beneath Zoë's legs, a puddle of sperm was making a stain in the bedsheets. There was no need to hide it anymore, though. While fucking Zoë with his real, big cock, Jace's tiny locked pee pee had been rubbing gently along the bedsheets. This was more than enough for his little penis to start spurting straight down on the sheets, strokes of white sperm shooting out of the metal cage.
When Jace had been fucking Zoë's pussy as hard as he could, his locked, tiny dick had been almost rubbing against her inviting asshole. Even that cock, if unlocked, would have reached her tight hole. He could have plugged her ass with that tiny little cock, which would have been a dream come true for him.
But the idea didn't even cross his mind. Why would it? He was already fucking Zoë with his big cock, feeling her tight pussy clamp around it and filling it to the brim with his cum.
Weeks later, Zoë was on her knees in front of him, admiring his big cock. "Don't worry, I'll get you off in no-time," she assured him. "I can't have you go off without release, can I?" She threw away her top, revealing those cute boobs of hers. She spit on his cock and rubbed the tip over her chest, along her hard little nipples.
The main course started after this. She started sucking him off, going as deep as she dared to take him in. "Fuck, I think I'm already there," Jace warned her. She looked up to him with expecting eyes, his cock hitting her throat. Just in time, she got his cock out of her mouth. She aimed it at her chest and jerked him off until cum started spurting out. Jace threw his head back while Zoë jerked every bit of cum out of his balls.
"You're good to go," Zoë declared proudly. Jace took a moment to take in the sight of his cum covered all over her chest. Next time, he wanted to shoot it all over that big ass of hers.
Zoë looked on how Jace removed the strap-on. His locked pee pee now revealed, she could see it was still actively dripping cum. Jace didn't notice at all, as a long string of sperm went straight into his underpants. Zoë bit her lip in excitement, one hand in her pants slowly rubbing her clit. She rubbed a finger over her chest, tasting his cum in her mouth. This was never gonna get old.
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All characters in this story are 18+, including those in high school or graduating.
CHAPTER 1. Wrong Number
<em>Zoe accidentally sends nudes to her best friend's older brother. Zoe accidentally has phone sex with her best friend's older brother. Zoe accidentally forgets her boyfriend exists.</em>
Zoe could kill her best friend, Grant. Especially when a particularly strong gust of wind kicks up, blowing some of the powdery snow that coats his POS car into her face. Her dark, still-wet hair is freezing over and the scent of chlorine clings to her skin. She pulls her parka tighter around her frame and screams at him to unlock the car faster.
"Wasn't that fun?"
All Zoe can do is glare from under her curtain of partially-frozen hair. As usual, Grant is acting too cool to be affected by the biting cold, his varsity swim jacket, his only shield against the Midwest winter, only half buttoned up. But even he can't hide how badly his hands are shaking as he unlocks the passenger door for her.
Grant's pride and joy is his 2005 Chevy Impala, which still has crank windows and manual locks - a retro novelty in the summers, but a complete pain in the ass in the winters.
"Well, <em>I</em> for one, had a blast!" he exclaims over the wind, before dashing over to the driver's side and yanking open the door. He gets in and shakes out his hair, still wet from the pool and snow, which sends cold droplets flying. Zoe regrets not locking him outside.
He turns his key and the AC immediately starts blasting cold air.
"Jesus, dude!" Zoe squeals, numb hands reaching for the vents. She pointedly aims them right at the driver's seat.
"Chill, it'll get warmer," Grant insists through chattering teeth with a grin. He reaches into his backseat and tosses one of his hoodies at her. Zoe wraps her hands in it and tells herself she'll be taking a long, hot shower the second she gets home.
"I can't believe you talked me into this," she finally says, as heat starts trickling out of the vents. "I'm tired. I'm hungry. I still have trig to do."
Grant laughs.
When her friend had bitched and whined about having to renew his lifeguarding and CPR certifications in order to keep his cushy summer gig at some ritzy country club, nobody really offered their sympathies. Most of their friends worked in retail or fast food - Zoe herself, was a server at Applebees. It only felt fair that Grant finally had to put in some effort for his high-paying job of tanning and flirting with St. Mary's girls.
<em>"It's fucking stupid, guys," Grant sighed, dramatically throwing down his backpack as they settled into an open table for lunch. "I swim at least three hours a day. I already know CPR and AED shit. I passed the class once,</em> why <em>do I have to prove I can do it again?"</em>
<em>"Aw, is someone's silver spoon getting too heavy?" their friend, Erika, quipped. She worked at Walmart.</em>
<em>"Har har." he deadpanned, before turning to Zoe with wide eyes. His mouth slowly dropped open and a mischievous glint crept into his gray eyes. "You're taking lifeguard training with me."</em>
<em>"No I'm not."</em>
<em>"</em>Yes, <em>you are."</em>
<em>"And I'd waste my time on that because...?"</em>
<em>"You owe me," he sang, a big stupid grin on his face. "Muse, remember?"</em>
<em>Shit.</em>
<em>Back when Grant was a freshman and Zoe a sophomore, she was looking for anyone with a Y chromosome to take her to a concert. That was the rule her mom had set - a stupid sexist one, but she wasn't budging. Enter some random freshman - a few inches shy of Zoe's 5'3" with a mouth full of braces and a head full of floppy, boy band-y hair. Baby Grant had all but jumped at the invite after overhearing Zoe practically begging some mutual friends to go with her.</em>
<em>Since then, much of their friendship has consisted of Zoe dragging him to this concert and that event - anywhere her mom was convinced she'd get abducted without a male present. A total joke, since Grant was anything but intimidating. He'd only recently shed his braces, hit a growth spurt and started to see the fruits of his swim practice labors pay off. Before now, he'd have been useless against potential abductors - not that she'd ever tell her mom that.</em>
<em>Even so, just a few weeks ago Grant came with her to see</em> Muse <em>downtown - and on a school night, no less. Killer, especially considering he had 5am conditioning the next morning.</em>
<em>"...Fine," she agreed reluctantly. "I'll do the stupid class with you."</em>
"Trig?" Grant wrinkles his nose in disgust. "What did I say? Shouldn't have taken honors geometry, you try hard. You could be coasting through peasant algebra with me right now."
"Aw, but I don't wanna go to clown college."
Grant reaches over and shoves her one-handed. "And I was about to feed you," he clicks his tongue, turning into a McDonald's drive-thru. "I'm gonna order a single black coffee and leave."
Zoe laughs appreciatively at the John Mulaney reference. The two conspire over whether to share fries and <em>would it be weird if I got a kids meal?</em> when Grant's phone starts ringing, muffled.
He's in the middle of placing their order as his phone goes off and he looks at Zoe, nodding to the pocket of his sweats without missing a beat. Knowing it's probably his mom, freaked that they died in the snow or something, Zoe nods and goes to grab his phone from his pocket.
By nature of retrieving his phone, her hand, like, gropes his thigh. Her breath catches and she looks to see if he also felt something, but he seems unbothered, engrossed in confirming their order with the employee.
<em>It's just Grant. What the fuck.</em>
Zoe convinces herself that she's just touch starved. She hasn't been around a guy in a while. Her boyfriend, Sam, goes to a different school and with him in his last year of varsity soccer and her working nonstop to save up for college, the two haven't had much time for each other. Just a lot of "how was ur day?" and "I miss you!" texts. Making plans for prom and spring break, but not much else.
She holds the ringing phone up as Grant pulls forward and he glances over. He sighs.
"It's Sam," Grant sighs. "Answer it."
Grant's older brother, an NYU freshman who she's been nursing a small crush on since they've known each other, is also named Sam. A fact which Grant absolutely roasted her for when she started dating <em>her</em> Sam.
Not that the two are at all alike beyond their names. Zoe's boyfriend is a typical high school boy: sporty, immature and a little too into flip cup. Grant's brother Sam is more Zoe's type, if she's being honest. He plays the piano and always makes time to talk to her about school and life - even when she comes over and he has his own friends over to hang out with. He also told her once to stay away from boys because <em>she'd</em> break <em>their</em> hearts and it's probably the nicest thing a boy who isn't a relative has ever said to her.
She answers the call.
"Hello?"
"Oh, hey Zo," Sam says, his voice making her stomach flip. Just a little. She'd always thought he had a really nice voice. Not really deep or anything, just nice. Playful. "Am I on speaker?"
"Yup."
"Ant, where the hell are you?" his voice immediately switches to exasperation when addressing his brother. "Why's mom calling me past eleven, talking about how you're dead on the highway?"
"We literally just stopped for food!" Grant protests, rolling down his window to pay. Zoe's eyes flicker to his arm muscle while he turns the window crank. Grant meets her gaze, his lips ticking into a small smile, and she quickly averts her gaze.
She needs to see Boyfriend Sam. Soon.
"Tell Sam your number," Grant tells her. "Hey, Sam? Text Zoe mom's cell so she can text her updates."
So, Zoe tells Crush Sam her phone number. Almost instantly, her phone lights up with Mrs. McCall's info from a new number.
<strong>This is Sam, btw :)</strong>
A small smile tugs at her lips and she saves his number.
After Grant drops her off full of fries, Zoe takes her long awaited shower, being sure to shave everywhere. She changes into her sexiest underwear - nothing crazy, on account of her making just over minimum wage. Just a plain black thong from PINK and a sheer bralette one of her old dance buddies gave her for her first hook up. They're Sam's favorite.
She climbs into bed and turns off her lights, setting her phone camera up with the timer and flash on. The ab lines leftover from her days as a dancer and pom girl always look more pronounced with lots of shadows. She taps her phone's shutter button and then kneels, her thighs and hips swelling around her thong. She arches her back and stretches forward, her face just out of view of the camera, and she wills her modest cleavage to cooperate.
Everything about Zoe is petite - including, much to her dismay, her tits. Grant's always reassuring her that guys won't care - "boobs are boobs, man" - but it takes her a while to find just two of the dozens of photos where she looks truly fuckable.
The first is a side profile which shows off her narrow waist and the swell of her ass. Her thighs look full, soft and smooth - perfect for grabbing. The other is a topless pic. Her wide set C-cups don't look all that full but her nipples are hard and perky - Sam's always said she has cute, small nipples. Whatever that means. The second pic also captures her full lips in an exaggerated pout. It'd be cringey if her mind wasn't so clouded by how horny she is.
Zoe quickly shirks her bra and thong, pulls on Grant's hoodie, and settles into bed under her covers. She types Sam's name into her phone, attaches the two favorited photos, and hits 'send.'
Even though they've been dating for about a year now - which is more like, five years in high school time - Zoe and Sam have never really sexted. Unless you count texting to make plans to <em>have</em> sex. And sure, he's seen her naked dozens of times, but something about actually sending him nudes feels hotter. She squeezes her legs together, expecting a call from Sam any minute now.
Nothing.
With a sigh, Zoe rolls onto her back and lets her hand wander between her legs. She's wet. Of course she is, she's pent up. She starts mindlessly running a finger up and down her slit, spreading her wetness around her pussy, teasing her clit with the lightest of touches. And it feels <em>so</em> good.
Zoe starts pressing a bit harder, rubbing faster, her heart rate picking up as she feels herself getting needier. She starts grinding her hips against her fingers and she can feel herself getting even wetter, even sloppier. She turns her head to muffle a whine into her pillow, fingers furiously pumping in and out of her cunt, the heel of her hand grinding into her clit.
And then, she smells Grant's cologne on his hoodie. It's a comfortable scent - warm and woodsy and clean - something she smells everyday. Something that she's barely ever noticed. Something that really shouldn't be turning her on. But it is.
<em>God, it is.</em>
Because it's masculine and new, <em>not</em> because it's Grant McCall's cologne, right? Before she can overthink it, Zoe drags the fabric closer and breathes it in, her fingers still working her cunt, and she imagines getting fucked.
She's sensitive. Needy. She can feel her arousal leaking down her ass and onto her thighs. She thinks about having him - Sam? Grant? Grant's brother? - on top of her. She thinks about biting into shoulder, nails scraping down a muscular back. She thinks about rough, driving cock pumping inside of her and feeling it throb and split her open. She thinks about how she'd cream and gush around him when he shoves in and hits <em>that</em> spot--
Her phone lights up.
<strong>Fuck. Zoe.</strong>
She taps on Sam's name and doesn't hesitate to call him. Mind foggy with lust, she flips onto her front and shoves a pillow between her spread thighs, desperately grinding and rutting against the fabric. Her fingers flex into her sheets and she holds the phone to her ear, panting and whining like something wounded, waiting for Sam to answer.
He picks up.
"Zoe...what the fuck?" a hushed voice answers, breathlessly.
She freezes, still breathing hard.
"Who is this?"
"Who do you think?"
"...Sam?"
"Yeah?"
Zoe collects herself long enough to scroll to her messages.
<strong>This is Sam, btw :)</strong>
Shit. Shit shit shit. She'd sent her nudes to Grant's Sam. Sam McCall. <em>Not</em> her boyfriend. And even worse, it's turning her on.
"Fuck," she adjusts herself to try and calm down, but her sensitive clit rips a muffled moan out of her. "I, sorry, I meant to send those to...ohmygod...to, my <em>boyfriend</em> Sam."
Silence.
She should probably just hang up. Instead, she curls up on her side and resumes thrusting against her pillow, softly. Zoe bites her knuckle and waits for Sam to say something.
"Yeah, he'd probably want to see these."
"Yeah,"
"I should probably stop looking at them too."
"...yeah."
"Yeah?" His voice is huskier. She's never heard him sound like this before, like anything but friendly and amicable. It's fucking hot.
Zoe inhales sharply, her finger just barely brushing against her sweet spot.
"Wait, no," she shudders. "I like that I sent them to you."
She hears some rustling, a zipper, and then Sam's voice, loud and rich and the sexiest thing she's ever heard.
"You're so lucky my roommate's home for the weekend."
A switch goes off inside of Zoe - one that's screaming <em>green light, go, go, go!</em> and she fumbles to open her side table drawer. She used to fuck the vibrator Erika gave her as a gag gift from the Walmart restock bins practically every night, but it's been a while. But she's so wet that she doesn't think twice before sliding it inside of her.
"Fuck," she moans, her pussy stretching around the toy. It's thickest at the tip, tapering off into a narrower, more ergonomic shape. Zoe starts fucking herself, hard, pulling it out almost entirely, before stuffing it back in, to the hilt. Her hand quickly grows slick, her toy, shiny and coated in thick arousal. She can feel her legs tense and sweat collect in the dip of her lower back. She's already close.
And when she hears the sound of wet skin and a low moan from the other line, Zoe almost cums right then.
"Are you jerking off right now?" she asks instead, her swollen cunt squeezing around the silicone shaft.
"Shut up," Sam half chuckles, half groans. The sloppy sound of his hand on his dick seems to quicken. "God, your ass is fucking...thick. You're so hot."
Boldly, Zoe confesses, "I've always thought you'd be such a good fuck."
"I am."
"Prove it."
"I will," Sam's breathing is labored and Zoe's close. "But just, cum for me. Right now."
Her body almost instantly reacts under Sam's direction - she cries out, moaning Sam's name and slicing the vibrator in and out of her sopping cunt, fucking herself through it. Sam grunts and lets out a string of curses, joining Zoe in orgasm.
She slowly pulls her toy out, feeling the cum leak out of her cunt and dribble between her ass. She's shaking and can't do anything but lie there, panting into the phone.
Sam breaks the silence first.
"I'll text you later." he says - and then he hangs up.
Zoe has a hard time looking Grant in the eye when he picks her up for school the next morning.
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All characters in this story are 18+, including those in high school or graduating.
CHAPTER 2. The Break Up
<em>Zoe has break up slash car sex.</em>
Zoe scans the lunch crowd, her gaze landing on the bright red Jansport and tall silhouette she'd know anywhere.
"Sorry!" She apologizes, shuffling through throngs of hungry classmates. She grabs a fistful of the red canvas and yanks hard.
"What the fuck--? Oh, hey. What's up?"
Grant gives the teammates he was chatting with a wave and that nod thing guys do. "I think you dislocated my shoulder," he starts adjusting his backpack and rubbing his shoulder dramatically but Zoe just grabs his wrist, tugging him along. "Geez, what's the rush? You know the food's not going anywhere, right?"
"I need to talk to you." Zoe says in a hushed voice. "Can we eat in the choir room?"
Grant's eyes narrow with confusion, but he can't hide his intrigue. "Okay, yeah."
After getting some food, the two friends sit on the floor of an empty practice room tucked in the back of the band hallway. It's small with floor-to-ceiling cinder block walls and scuffed linoleum floors. They hadn't bothered to drag any chairs in, so Grant sprawled across the ground using his backpack as a headrest, legs crossed at the ankle.
He unceremoniously rips open a bag of pretzels and unwraps his sandwich, digging in. He looks at Zoe and raises his eyebrows, expectantly.
"Alright, I really needed to talk to someone about this," Zoe says conspiratorially. "But Grant. Seriously. You can't tell anybody. And I mean it."
"Shit, okay. Are you pregnant?"
Zoe coughs. "What--?"
"Well...are you?"
"No!"
"Okay, geez!" He laughs, throwing up a hand in surrender. "I mean, good. I'm way too hot and young to be the fun uncle yet."
And just like that, Zoe relaxes a bit. She rolls her eyes. "Fuck off."
Grant laughs through a mouthful of food. "Okay, but, what were you gonna say?"
Right.
"I think I cheated on Sam."
Grant sits up, eyes wide. "No shit. With who?"
Zoe picks at her nails - a nervous habit she'd broken years ago, but which sometimes resurfaces when she's anxious.
"Dude...with <em>who?</em>"
"It's 'with <em>whom.'"</em> Zoe deflects, obnoxiously.
"Just tell me."
"You can't be mad."
At this point, Grant's staring at her so seriously that Zoe can't tell if he's joking or not. She's never seen him serious for longer than like, ten minutes. And even then, it was when his grandmother died. And he <em>still</em> cracked a lame joke moments later, to ease the tension.
"Sam," she answers, her voice small.
"Huh?" Grant leans forward, not having heard her. "Who?"
"Sam!" She covers her face with her hands. "Sam, <em>your</em> Sam."
Silence.
And then--Grant throws his head back and laughs.
Zoe's head shoots up. He's really laughing at her. She crumples up her plastic water bottle and lobs it at his head.
"What?" he chuckles. "Holy shit. Look, I <em>know</em> he's at school. So either you're joking or you were like, an e-girl. For my <em>brother</em>. That shit's funny."
"You're such an ass."
"Did it feel good when he sent you all those 1s and 0s?"
"Shut up," Zoe whines. "First of all, we didn't <em>sext</em>. We had phone sex." Grant's eyes widen. "And secondly, this is serious, okay? I feel guilty. I still basically cheated."
"'Basically cheated.' Okay wait. Walk me through what happened."
So, she tells him. The whole thing. Except for the part where she was wearing his hoodie and kind of got off smelling his cologne. And the part where she very <em>very</em> briefly thought about <em>him</em>.
"You slut," Grant teases. "Tart. Wench. Harlot. Where's your scarlet letter? You know, I always knew us McCall boys were irresistible but this is really--"
"Granttttt," Zoe slumps against the wall. "What do I do? Tell me what to do."
"Okay, okay." He chews thoughtfully. "Well, first off. I hate to break it to you...but you do know the chances of my brother actually wanting to date you are, like, pretty low. Right?"
She did know. He was cool and older and in college out of state. It still sucked to hear, though. "Yeah."
"Well, then. I don't know, it's your senior year," Grant shrugs. "I say, break up with Boyfriend Sam and then just chill. You guys literally never see each other and you're gonna be off to college soon anyway. And if you're thinking about other guys, no shade, but if you are...don't lead him on, you know?"
"So...tell him what happened?"
"I think I would."
Screw Grant and his good advice.
Zoe sighs. "Yeah, you're right."
"Cool," Like nothing even happened, Grant pulls out his phone and shrugs. "And if you wind up needing a prom date, I'll just take you."
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Zoe dropped a Friday night shift for this. She's trying not to think about all the tips she's losing out on from the weekend rush. She'd almost wanted to just shoot Sam a text - "hey, lol! let's break up" - but she knew it'd be a giant dick move.
So now, here she is.
Waiting outside the boy's locker room, in a high school she doesn't even go to, to see her boyfriend for the first time in weeks - all just to tell him hasta la vista. You'd think she'd have a plan, a script. But she stupidly decided to just wing it. He's gonna hate her anyway, right?
The door to the locker room swings open, startling her, and Sam emerges. He looks good. Fuck. This is going to suck.
Sam's fit in the way soccer and cross country guys are. At 5'9" he's on the taller side, especially considering he's Chinese - not that Zoe's ever cared all that much about height. It was how funny and friendly and effortlessly flirty he was that had reeled her in.
"Hey you," Sam smiles down at her, looking a little confused but pleased. His hair's still wet and a little spiky, and he has that vague gym / soap / deodorant smell that plagues student athletes. "Shit, did I miss--?"
He fumbles with his jacket pocket for his phone, but Zoe waves it off.
"I texted but also figured you probably wouldn't see it," she explains. "Seriously, don't worry about it."
She keeps getting distracted by the locker room door swinging open, guys filtering out seemingly every ten seconds. A few pat Sam on the shoulder or back. Some whistle or nudge him suggestively when they see Zoe, but Sam just shakes his head and chuckles good-naturedly.
They walk out of the building and toward his truck - a Ford F100 from sometime in the 70s. Sam worked on it himself one summer and he taught Zoe how to change its oil. Zoe's friends used to tease her for being into a "car guy" but she didn't care. She honestly thought it was really hot how much he knew - plus, seeing him all greasy was an unexpected turn on.
She tries not to think about all the late night drives and hookups they've had in the truck. Or that one time she successfully managed to give him road head.
<em>"Hey, it's our song," Sam joked, as Zoe turned the radio dial and filled his truck with loud, staticy noise.</em>
<em>She smiled at his lame joke and swooned when he reached over and put his hand on her thigh. She normally hated the trope of guys who flirt behind the wheel - she's a very 10 and 2 type of driver. But Sam didn't do stupid things. He always used his turn signals and didn't turn on red unless it was completely safe, even if there was some asshole behind him. He was a good driver.</em>
<em>So good, in fact, that she suddenly got an idea.</em>
<em>Zoe glanced at her phone. 10:04 p.m. She had about fifteen minutes until they got to her house. Challenge accepted. She quickly undid her seatbelt - his truck's so old it doesn't have seat belt detection to protest - and moved his hand off her thigh.</em>
<em>Sam glanced over, curiously. "Whatcha up to?"</em>
<em>"Nothing."</em>
<em>She pulled her legs up underneath her, kneeled on the bench seat and leaned over, back arched. She could feel Sam's eyes on her and she smiled at the thought of him trying to focus on the road. She was suddenly really glad she wore leggings instead of sweats. Zoe ducked under her boyfriend's arm and started palming him through his jeans.</em>
<em>"Uh, Zo?" Sam sounded nervous. "Probably not a good idea..."</em>
<em>She tugged his zipper down.</em>
<em>"Why not?"</em>
<em>"I don't know," excitement was creeping into his voice and she grinned. "What if I crash?"</em>
<em>She tugged his jeans down a little more, and then pulled out his dick - which was getting hard fast. She flattened her tongue against the side in one long, slow lick. "Don't crash."</em>
<em>Sam cussed and she wasted no time wrapping her warm, wet mouth around his shaft. She quickly found a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down his cock. She sucked hard and drooled and moaned like a porn star, pulling off for seconds at a time, just to replace her mouth with a spit-slickened palm. And then she'd get right back to it. Moaning with a mouthful of hard cock, taking him as deep as she could go.</em>
<em>She forced herself to relax, to fit every inch she could down her tight throat. She could feel the familiar stretch and tears pricked her eyes. Everything was quiet except for the lewd sounds of her sucking and gagging.</em>
<em>Sam was white-knuckling the steering wheel and from her view below, Zoe could see his throat working and his breathing get heavier. She caught his eye for the briefest of seconds and so she gazed up at him, all innocent.</em>
<em>Well, except for the spit covered dick which rested on her face - exactly the way Sam thought was really hot. His cock touched all the way from her chin to her eyebrow.</em>
<em>"I love sucking your cock," she murmured, soft lips pressing and slipping against the hard lines of his dick. She let bubbles of spit dribble out from between her lips and massaged it into the base of his dick, leaving soft, little kisses along his shaft. She took him back in her mouth and guided his dick so it bulged out of her cheek.</em>
<em>Sam groaned loudly and placed a hand on the back of her head.</em>
<em>Encouraged, Zoe threw dignity aside and went back to deepthroating him with newfound enthusiasm. She couldn't believe she ever used to think guys liked pretty blowjobs. All dainty kisses and sweet, shy licks.</em>
<em>The first time Sam fucked her throat, she never expected it. Like, yeah, he was a horny guy, but she really thought the sloppy, degrading, kind of blowjobs you see in porn was just that - strictly for the Hub.</em>
<em>Zoe thought about that hookup - when they were watching a movie in Sam's basement and she got bored, so she got on her knees. He must've been really horny because as she gently licked along his cock and looked up at him through her lashes, his hips suddenly bucked wildly, hands gripping the edge of the couch. He shoved his dick past her lips and down her throat, and she whimpered in surprise, before pulling off with a cough.</em>
<em>He'd apologized right away, hips stuttering, but she could tell he'd really wanted it. And...she</em> really <em>liked how he was looking at her, all desperate. It was insanely hot. Plus, she was curious now. How deep could she take it if she tried?</em>
<em>So, Zoe had grabbed his hips and took it as Sam fucked her mouth. Her theory on him being horny must have been correct because she only had a few short minutes bouncing her head on his dick before he pulled out and spilled his cum across her face. An hour later, she was in bed at home. Her throat was sore but in a good way. She could feel the weight of him against her lips.</em>
<em>Zoe shifted around the truck, propping herself up on her elbows to get more leverage. She knew she probably looked like a slut. Ass in the air, mouth full of cock. She could even feel herself getting wet. But she really didn't care how slutty she looked. In fact, she really loved being a slut where her boyfriend was concerned.</em>
<em>Zoe deepthroated him. Tears leaked out of her eyes and her plush lips stretched to take his girth. She gagged and choked and spluttered all over his cock. Embarrassing, obscene sounds fell from her mouth, muffled by heavy cock.</em>
<em>Sam moaned profanities and strings of encouragement - "fuck", "god, you're hot", "that feels so good" - and his fingers tangled in her hair, tugging hard. He kept one hand on the wheel, jaw hard, and moved the other from her head to her ass. He groped and grabbed and teased the damp fabric between her thighs.</em>
<em>"Fuck. I'm coming."</em>
<em>Zoe sucked even harder, laving her tongue up and down his dick. He throbbed and she worked her mouth, milking every drop. There was so much cum, she couldn't swallow it all right away. Some of the thick cream leaked from her lips and dripped down Sam's spent dick. She eagerly lapped it up.</em>
<em>Zoe sat up and composed herself. She laughed when she discovered that they were still in Sam's neighborhood - he'd been driving in a big circle. She kissed him.</em>
Sam tosses his backpack and soccer bag in the cab.
"Jesus. It's freezing." He says. "Hop in and we can do something fun."
Zoe silently makes her way to the passenger door and climbs in, as Sam starts the engine and lets the truck idle.
"Okay, wait," she says. Shit. No going back now. "Um. I need to tell you something."
His eyes go wide.
"Are you pregnant?"
Zoe balks. "No! Ohmygod, why does everyone think I'm pregnant?"
Sam relaxes, a smile tugging at his lips but uncertainty still lingering in his dark eyes. "What is it then? And why are you all the way over there?"
In one quick motion, he reaches across the bench, hooks his hand over her hip and hauls her closer, pressing against his side the way they normally sit when driving around in his truck. Not that they've done it for a while.
"It's cold. Gotta conserve body heat, right?" He teases. When Zoe just nods, he tilts her head up to look at him. "Hey. What's up?"
Like a band-aid.
"I had phone sex with Sam McCall."
Sam doesn't react at first, clearly processing what she just said.
"I'm really sorry," Zoe offers, lamely. "I...I don't know. I sent him nudes--on accident! Totally an accident. And I only had his number in the first place because Grant wanted me to text their mom after guard class and I thought it was you, Sam, not him, and--"
"Zoe."
"Yeah?"
"I really don't care," Sam exhales. "Like. Okay, sorry. I know I <em>should</em>. That probably makes me sound like a dick. But...I don't know. You didn't actually fuck, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, then. Okay?"
"But..."
"But what?" Sam runs a hand through his hair. "I don't know. It doesn't seem all that different from porn or something, to me. It was an accident, you were horny, we haven't seen each other in a long ass time...I don't know, I kinda get it."
Zoe narrows her eyes.
"Did <em>you</em> cheat on me?"
Sam scoffs. "Yeah, like I have the time." Touche.
"So...you're not dumping me?"
He stares at her, his gaze turning cool. "Fuck. You <em>wanted</em> me to dump you over this."
It's not until he says it that she realizes it's true. Zoe was nervous about the confrontation...but in the back of her mind, she was excited for the liberation. The not-being-tied-down.
"We never see each other," she says softly. "We're gonna go to different colleges."
Sam sighs. Then:
"So let's break up."
Zoe finally gets what people mean when they say "thick tension." She doesn't know what to say - she doesn't want to insist they stay together. But also, breaking up suddenly doesn't feel like a great idea, either. She grabs his hand and he doesn't pull away, which is nice, at least.
"Are you gonna hate me?" she asks.
"No."
"Can I still text you?"
Sam looks at her and then rolls his eyes, his expression softening. "'Course you can."
And then Zoe says something she didn't plan to - the words just sorta, spilled out of her before she could stop them.
"Can I kiss you before we break up?"
Sam tenses a bit and she can tell he's turning the choice over in his mind.
He finally admits that he'd like to.
Zoe leans in and presses her lips to his. He always had really nice lips - soft, especially for a guy. The kiss is nice. Kind of sad at first, but also sweet. Like trying on an old favorite sweater you've lost.
It's Sam who takes things up a notch. He's the one who grabs the back of her neck, deepening the kiss, and slides his tongue into her mouth. Zoe's the one who can't help but moan a little. It just feels really good to be kissing someone again, especially someone who knows what she likes - proved even further when Sam slides his hands under her parka and roughly down her back.
When he pulls away to move his mouth to her neck, Zoe melts.
She grabs at Sam's shirt all desperate and yanks him closer, practically straddling his thigh - half in his lap, half on the seat.
"Can I fuck you before we break up?" Sam asks, his voice straining.
<em>Fuck yes.</em>
Unable to vocalize her thoughts, she just gasps as he shoves her coat off her shoulders and starts sucking a bruise into the sensitive skin on her neck.
"Please," she manages to choke out, already trying to undo her jeans.
They pull away long enough for her to tug them down around her ankles. Sam helps her flip over on the bench, his hands grabbing her full hips and pulling ass in the air. Zoe hates the cold, but right now, she's grateful for one thing about winter: how dark it is so early. She's turned on, but she'd probably be embarrassed if Sam's classmates walked by and saw them fucking like animals.
But as she hears Sam undo his zipper and feels his rough hand yank her thong to the side, exposing sticky, soaked folds, she's really glad it's dark out. Because she's desperate to get fucked stupid.
"Holy fuck." Sam rubs between her legs and she hears him chuckle, probably because this might be the wettest she's ever been. She practically keens when he massages his fingers over her clit.
Zoe and Sam have fucked a lot. They're horny teenagers, so, yeah. But she can already tell that something's different. It's like all walls are down - she doesn't care about sounding needy or how she looks or if she's arranged the right way because everything feels too fucking good. She can't even think straight.
And Sam? He seems to care a lot less about being rough. He doesn't hesitate, he's taking what he wants. And it's so fucking sexy. How physical it is. Zoe supposes that it makes sense, they're breaking up after all. May as well lay it all out now.
Which is why Zoe doesn't feel embarrassed when she tosses her hair over her shoulder and looks back at Sam, swaying her ass in the air and begging him to fuck her already.
He smacks her ass, hard.
"You're so impatient." He says, like it's a fact. "That why you were such a slut?"
Zoe barely has time to register his words because then, his fat cock is squeezing inside her.
"Ohmygod, <em>fuck</em>." She squeals, pressing her face against the car seat. She has to remind herself to breathe. She feels deliriously good. Full and aching. "You feel fucking huge, Sam."
"Don't say my name," Sam pants, leaning over her. His voice is hot against her ear. "That guy's name is Sam, too. Right?"
She nods.
"Right. So shut the fuck up."
Zoe really wishes that didn't turn her on so much. But she nods and bites her lip, face screwed up in shock and pleasure as he fucks his cock in and out of her. Despite the temperature outside, her body feels white hot. His dick punches that sweet spot in the back of her cunt with every stroke - over and over and over again.
Sam places a hand on the passenger door and the other on her shoulder, jerking her back onto his driving cock. He uses the leverage to shove even harder, even deeper, into her petite frame. Zoe's eyes practically roll back and she feels like she could cry. Every time her body falters and she thinks it might be too much, Sam tightens his grip on her - on her shoulder, her hip, her <em>throat</em> - and keeps going.
She can't help it when her mouth falls open and loud, desperate, shameful cries fall from her lips.
"It's too good..." she slurs, the sounds of her ass clapping against his hips filling the air. "I've missed your cock so much."
At this, Sam moves his hand up her throat, cups her jaw and pulls her head back to look at him as he fucks her. He slows his thrusts but they seem to get harder, his dick agonizingly thick as it drags in and out of her wetness.
"You could've just waited," Sam leans forward and moans against her mouth. They're not kissing so much as they are drooling into each other. "Could've told me how badly you need it."
Sam reaches under her and presses on her clit, in the exact right way that drives her crazy. Zoe's a mess. A wet, incomprehensible mess, drunk on cock and pleasure.
Sam pulls out suddenly and Zoe clumsily twists onto her back, mobility limited by the jeans still wrapped around her ankles. She parts her lips enticingly and looks up at Sam. Cock in hand, he leans over her and unloads across her soft lips and wet tongue. She rubs her pussy as she sucks on the tip of his cock. She revels in the way he moans and how she can feel his dick twitch in her mouth.
Zoe spreads his cum across her lips and tastes some off her fingertips, relishing one last taste of her boyfriend.
-
After they fucked, it was surprisingly not awkward. They got food and caught up before parting ways with the promise to remain in touch through Instagram.
That night, Zoe's exhaustion creeps up on her. She drifts off before she can even get under her covers, the world's greatest break up replaying in her head.
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<strong>DISCLAIMERS:</strong>
<strong>- All characters in this story are 18+ including those in high school or graduating.</strong>
<strong>- This chapter includes a WLW bisexual pairing. Speaking as a bi woman, exploring fantasies in safe spaces is hot. Harassing or sexualizing real life bisexual women or WLW couples is NOT hot.</strong>
<strong>CHAPTER 3. Truth or Dare</strong>
<em>Zoe reconnects with an old friend.</em>
The rest of the school year passed in a blur of final projects and other lasts. Zoe did surprisingly well on all her AP exams - at least well enough to qualify for the college credit.
Prom was about as exciting as she'd expected - an overpriced dinner in fancy garb with the people she'd normally hang out with in sweats at a Denny's. But Grant had been true to his word - he'd even asked her to prom by serenading her with a Backstreet Boys song and some guys from the school's a cappella group.
Graduation itself was less emotional than expected. Probably because Zoe's graduating class of over 600 kids made for a very long, very repetitive ceremony. By the end, everyone was restless, even most of the parents.
Besides, all the students knew that the best part comes <em>after</em> the graduation ceremony: Senior Night.
The big school lock-in is the last event of their high school experience. Seniors spend the whole year fundraising for it - it doesn't matter that nobody really knows what happens at Senior Night, it's just supposed to be fun.
"You should at least <em>try</em> to sneak me in."
Grant was sulking. He slid down the side of his car, FOMO sprawled clearly across his features. Grant was one of those kids who was held back in kindergarten. Even though he and Zoe were technically peers, she liked to tease him for his status as a Junior.
"You're gonna be like, ziplining through the cafeteria or something fucking crazy, and I'm gonna be watching Mamma Mia. With my mom. Again."
"You literally love Mamma Mia."
"So? I don't wanna watch it every week."
"Your watch history says otherwise," Zoe teased. When Grant just responded with an unamused glare she reached out to jerk his arm. "'Screw them if they can't take a <em>joke!'</em>"
"I know where you sleep."
Zoe just laughed and shrugged off her graduation robe. She folded it neatly before handing it to Grant.
As far as moms go, Zoe thought Mrs. McCall was pretty cool. She never made her feel weird about spending the night or eating their food and she'd been nice enough to let Zoe borrow Grant's sister's old cap and gown ($40 to rent her own? Seriously?).
Zoe tossed her hair, hoping some of the volume from her curls were still intact. When Grant started mimicking her she reached up to screw with his hair, but he dodged her hands, fists up like a boxer. They slapped at each other before Zoe finally conceded.
"Okay Rocky, we get it. Will you help me now?" Zoe whined. "This is the last time I'm seeing people, I need to be hot."
"Well, you should've told your mom that eighteen years ago."
Zoe punched his shoulder.
Grant laughed, but he reached out and adjusted the twisted strap on her dress, a flouncy white thing from Reformation. She swiped under her eyes for smudged mascara and then he helped her rotate the chain of her necklace to hide the clasp.
"Okay, my liege," Grant drawled. "Can we go now? Remember, you have to give me the insider intel. I wanna be prepared for next year."
-
Grant was going to be sorely disappointed. That's all Zoe could think as Senior Night dragged on.
The food was great - local businesses donated tons of it. And different classrooms had organized games of BINGO, mini auctions and other contests for gift cards and small prizes. Her friend Erika won a Starbucks gift card in a heated game of Kahoot.
But there was only so much Zoe could eat and her trivia threshold was maxed out. It was clear that most of their fundraising had gone toward the big ticket raffle prizes that Zoe wasn't very interested in - an Xbox, mini fridge, season tickets to some football game.
You couldn't even roam old hallways for a hit of nostalgia. They'd blocked off most of the school, limited to just the cafeteria, a few classrooms and the connecting hallways. Which is why when everybody begins filing into the auditorium for a hypnosis show - what's bound to be a bunch of the hockey guys making idiots of themselves for a laugh - Zoe ducks into the nearest girls bathroom.
Everything about it is familiar. The cheap linoleum tile, the ugly fluorescent lights, the leftover sticker glue that lines the mirrors above the sinks. But it also feels off. Absent are the girls crowding the mirror to fix their eyeliner and the too-strong citrusy scents of vape juice.
Zoe rips off some paper towel from the dispenser and soaks it in cold water. She presses it against her eyes to wake herself up before tossing it and checking her phone.
2:02 a.m. Great. Grant isn't picking her up until 8:00.
Suddenly, the bathroom door swings open.
"Ohmygod, Zoe?"
She looks up and her eyes widen.
<em>"Fuck, you're tight."</em>
<em>"Shut up." Zoe laughed. Her friend and cheer teammate, Sarah, leaned over her for partner stretches - which Zoe was undoubtedly feeling in her hamstring.</em>
<em>"Such a prude," the blonde rolled her eyes, leaning into Zoe's leg even more. She inhaled sharply. "But seriously, if you want to keep your left splits you need to stretch more."</em>
<em>"Aw, but you're not around to do it for me."</em>
<em>"I'll stretch you out anytime," Sarah teases, making a 'V' with her fingers and bringing them to her mouth. She flicks her tongue between them lewdly. "Just say when and where, baby."</em>
<em>"You're disgusting."</em>
Zoe stares at her old friend. Best friend, even. Sarah is blonder now than Zoe remembers, probably new highlights, but otherwise the same. She's also still wearing her graduation dress - a tight white bodycon which shows off long, lean legs and her ridiculous figure. Zoe eyes her cleavage enviously.
They haven't talked much since Zoe quit her extracurriculars sophomore year to pick up more shifts at work. What's the point in a well-rounded college app if she can't even afford the tuition?
Regardless, Zoe always thought Sarah kind of resented her for quitting. They'd quickly lost touch without all the cheer practices and carpools and game days.
While Zoe spent her weekends tolerating bad dad jokes and wiping down tables, Sarah had maintained her popularity until the very end. Probably on account of her being thin and pretty with shiny blonde hair, a well-off family and all the best clothes. And, bluntly put, an insane rack to fill them out.
"Hi," Zoe says, drying her hands off to have something to do.
"Decided to skip the stupid show, too?" Sarah asks with this can-you-believe-how-lame tilt of her head. She turns to the mirror, combing her fingers through her hair.
"Only 'cause the hypnotist told me to." Zoe deadpans. Her chest swells when Sarah laughs. She forgot that that's how it was with their friendship - Zoe was always trying to impress her. Whether it was getting a laugh or a better high kick.
"Hang out with me." Sarah says, turning to face Zoe. And that's how Sarah had always been - direct. She didn't ask, she told you, and assumed you'd say yes. To be fair, people usually did. Sarah's face lit up. "Ohmygod, let's play truth or dare."
Her voice is teasing and sarcastic, but Zoe knows better. Truth or dare with Sarah isn't likely to be very innocent. She'd always been more of a wildcard. The one who saw trespassing or public disturbances as a fun way to spend the weekend.
Still...
She has time to kill, right?
Zoe matches her gaze.
"Alright. Truth or dare?"
-
"I can't <em>fucking</em> believe you did that. You're gonna get, like-"
"What, expelled?" Sarah laughs, latching onto Zoe's arm. The two girls run, putting the heated gaze of the blonde's ex-gym teacher behind them.
"Shit, he's coming this way!" Sarah squeals, dragging Zoe by the arm. She climbs over one of the tables barricading an off-limits hallway and looks back expectantly.
Without thinking, Zoe follows suit, clumsily climbing over the table, pulse racing. The two girls haul ass down the dark hallway, their heels echoing against the linoleum. Sarah checks the doorknobs of every classroom they pass, each one locked.
"Shit," she laughs, far too amused for the given situation. When they hear footsteps, they face each other with wide eyes. Sarah tries one last classroom door and <em>thank god,</em> it opens. They quietly duck inside, Zoe carefully closing the door behind them. Sarah's hands are on her instantly, pulling them into a shadowy corner next to the door.
"What're you-?"
"He's gonna check the classroom." Sarah whispers, bringing an index finger to her lips.
Zoe becomes extremely aware of the way her former best friend's body is pressed against hers. She presses herself into the wall to try and put some space between them, but Sarah just squeezes in tighter, totally oblivious, or apathetic, to the way their bodies fit together.
Zoe tries really hard not to stare at the way her friend's tits look pressed against her. The same tits Sarah had just flashed at the nearest faculty for a dare.
Look, Zoe's straight.
But...curiosity is normal, right?
I mean, all girls watch lesbian porn at some point. That doesn't mean she's, like, <em>into</em> girls. Plus, it could just be adrenaline. Or like, internalized male gaze. Besides, it's <em>Sarah</em>. She's not like, a <em>girl</em> girl. Their friendship has always been...complicated.
Footsteps near and Sarah presses in even closer, her soft leg slotting between Zoe's thighs. Zoe tips her head back against the wall and bites her lip, trying to ignore the way her friend's breath feels against her neck. She suppresses the urge to grind down against her leg.
Normal normal normal. This is totally normal.
A single beam of bright light shines into the dark classroom. Zoe's stomach drops. Sarah just shakes her head and presses a hand over Zoe's mouth. It's only when the footsteps and light retreat that both girls release a collective breath.
"I can't believe that just happened," Zoe whispers, body sagging with relief. Sarah looks at her with an amused little grin and leans in.
"Your turn," the blonde girl teases. "Truth or dare."
Zoe gapes. Sarah had <em>just</em> flashed a teacher and was already onto the next thing. Typical.
"Truth."
"You're so lame," Sarah teases, unmoving. "Fine. Do you have a boyfriend?"
With a fraction of space between them, the question feels loaded.
"No," Zoe replies. "Not anymore, I mean."
"Who dumped who?"
"It was mutual."
"Yeah, okay." Sarah snorts. "Are you still a virgin?"
Zoe balls her firsts, very aware of Sarah's skin and breath against hers. "That's a follow up question."
"So...yes?"
"No."
"No?"
Sarah shifts, slotting their hips together.
Her leg perfectly presses between Zoe's thighs and she can't help the small gasp that escapes from her lips. She hears Sarah chuckle and Zoe risks a look at her friend, ignoring the fact that her hormones are surely all over her face.
Sarah wets her lips and her hands start to wander, trailing down Zoe's sides. Sarah tugs her own dress up, exposing even more soft skin. And she doesn't move to fix her dress when one of the flimsy straps falls down her shoulder.
Sarah is controlled and sexy and she looks at Zoe like she's some plaything.
It suddenly hits Zoe just how badly she'd like to fuck her friend.
"No you're acting shy or no you're not a virgin?"
Sarah slips a hand under Zoe's dress.
"No," Zoe says as they lock eyes. "I'm not a virgin."
Zoe watches as Sarah hums approvingly, and then leans in, engulfing her in the sweet scent of whatever perfume she's wearing.
"This is cute," Sarah says, using her free hand to lightly graze the gauzy fabric of Zoe's graduation dress. Zoe's stomach flips, and then, Sarah's fingers are coaxing her legs apart, pressing against her lace-clad heat.
Zoe moans softly, hips rocking gently against Sarah's hand. Her friend's voice drifts between them, murmuring words of encouragement as Zoe cracks, gripping tightly onto her friend's shoulder. Her hips stutter, the steady drag of her soaked-through panties offering both too much and not nearly enough friction.
"God, you get wet like a fucking virgin," Sarah muses, tugging Zoe's panties to the side. She spreads Zoe's arousal around her pussy, massaging slow and consistent. It's fucking agonizing. "College boys will love that, Zo."
She smiles coyly, <em>giggling</em> even, as Zoe melts against her. She grabs at Sarah's wrist, which works slowly between her legs, silently begging for more.
"What? You want me to finger you?" Sarah asks, index finger teasing Zoe's entrance. Sarah grazes her lips over Zoe's neck before sucking, hard, behind her ear.
Zoe shudders.
"I want you to fuck me," She confesses with a gasp.
That's all the encouragement Sarah seems to need. She pulls away but grabs Zoe's hand, leading her over to the empty desk nearby.
It's large and L-shaped, probably what was formerly the teacher's desk before classrooms were emptied. Zoe perches herself on top of it, suddenly nervous.
"What are you gonna do?" She asks.
She doesn't care if it sounds stupid. She's never fucked a girl before. Or done anything with a girl, really. The reality of it was starting to hit her.
"Relax," Sarah places her hands on Zoe's knees, spreading them apart to make space for her in between. And then she surprises Zoe by winding her fingers in her hair and kissing her.
Kissing Sarah isn't unlike kissing Sam. Just sweeter and softer. Zoe really likes the little sounds she makes when their tongues slide against each other's hotly and she <em>really</em> likes the way Sarah bites and teases her bottom lip.
When they pull apart and Sarah kneels down, Zoe's nerves are replaced with excitement. All she can think about is how good Sarah looks. Sly, dark eyes gaze up at her, her silky blonde hair falling over sun kissed shoulders. From above, Zoe can admire the downright pornographic swell of her friend's tits and the way her lips look shiny and used.
Sarah drags Zoe's panties down her legs and presses soft kisses into her skin. At the ankle by the strap of her heels, by the side of her knee, and along the sensitive skin of her inner-thigh.
"Have you gotten head before?" Sarah asks.
Zoe nods. She doesn't admit that she's always overthinking too much to finish.
"Good," Sarah mumbles, daintily sucking on two of her fingers. She takes them out, unbothered by the strings of spit and drool that drip down her lips and chin. She presses them, wet and warm, against Zoe's clit.
Zoe brings one heel up onto the desk, shamelessly opening herself up. She's past the point of caring. She needs to feel Sarah's mouth. And she does.
Her friend wastes no more time flattening her tongue against Zoe's pussy. Zoe bunches her dress up and weaves her fingers into Sarah's hair.
"Holy fuck," she breathes, head lolling back.
It's intense. She can feel her pussy throb against the slow, wet drag of Sarah's tongue. The room is silent, except for the soft hum of the AC and the eager sounds of Sarah lapping at her pussy. Zoe tries really hard to stay quiet, but can't help the soft whines that escape from her lips.
Sarah's mouth is wet, spit leaking down Zoe's folds. It's lewd and messy and so fucking hot. It was never really like this with Sam. Zoe was always too worried about looking hot or making the right sounds and was he even into it?
Maybe it's because Sarah's a girl but Zoe doesn't seem to care much about those things. Or maybe she's just really horny. Almost mindlessly, Zoe starts humping down into Sarah's mouth. She greedily rubs her clit against Sarah's tongue, legs shaking. She tugs at blonde hair, impatient and needy for more.
More.
Zoe nudges Sarah and she pulls off, breathless. Her lips are shiny with spit and wetness. When Sarah licks her lips to get a taste, strands of sticky girlcum part with them. Zoe tugs Sarah to her feet and kisses her hard, relishing the taste off her lips. Without thinking, she yanks the zipper on the back of her friend's dress, finally getting a better look at those ungodly tits.
"You could be a fucking porn star," Zoe muses, grazing a thumb over one of Sarah's nipples. It's true. Her tits are full and natural, yet perky with ample cleavage. "You'd look good bouncing on some dick or getting fucked from behind."
"I do," Sarah grins, arching an eyebrow.
Zoe laughs before letting herself grope her friend. She grabs Sarah's ass and fondles her tits. She probably looks like a horny guy, overzealous hands grabbing at every inch of skin. But Sarah arches into her, so she must be doing something right.
The two girls giggle against each other's mouths, kissing and moaning as their hands wander. Zoe struggles to tug Sarah's panties down from where she's perched on the desk, but Sarah shoves them down and kicks them to the side.
It's a little clumsy, but Zoe manages to lean back on the desk just enough so that Sarah can prop her knee up. Their legs are a tangle of smooth, soft skin and then, without warning, they grind their pussies together.
"Oh my fucking god," Sarah groans, tits bouncing with the movement of their hips.
Zoe can't help but cry out at the sensation.
It's a different kind of pleasure than getting fucked. But it's just as intense. Just as good. The warm slide of their clits, the sounds Sarah makes, their wetness smacking and dripping and sliding.
"Sar, you feel so fucking good." Zoe pants. "You're so hot."
"God...fuck!" Sarah squealed, hips moving frantically.
They were fully humping into each other now. Like bitches in heat. But Zoe didn't care - it was hot. Everything about Sarah was so hot. And it felt <em>good.</em>
The sounds of soft, wet stickiness quickly gave way to loud slaps of skin on skin as their movements stuttered, creamy juices unceremoniously mixing with the grind of their hips.
"C-coming," Sarah gasped.
And then she did. Hard.
Zoe could feel her tense up and she watched as her friend spasmed, those full, juicy tits shake as Sarah dug her fingers into Zoe's thigh. She whined and whimpered, wincing as their cunts made contact. Poor sensitive thing.
Zoe draped an arm over her shoulders and kissed Sarah, long and hard, as her friend regained her footing. Zoe guided one of her friend's hands between her legs and Sarah grinned, breathless, against her lips.
She slipped two fingers inside of Zoe, embarrassingly easy. Zoe's pussy was wet and gushing and pliant, and her mouth dropped open, profanities falling from her lips.
"So much better, right?" Sarah whispered, her fingers working Zoe's cunt. "So much better than your own."
Zoe nodded, biting her lip. She gazed up at her friend and hauled her in closer. Sarah's fingers plunged even deeper, deliciously grazing <em>that spot</em>, and she gasped. Sarah brushed hair from Zoe's sweat-slickened forehead and muffled her moans against her tits.
When Zoe finally spoke, her voice cracked and she could hear how desperate and well-fucked she sounded.
"Gonna cum."
At this, Sarah ducked down, pumping her fingers in and out of Zoe's cunt, unrelenting. And then she took Zoe's clit between her lips and sucked. Her tongue teased and soothed while her fingers fucked her senseless.
"Ohmygod!"
With a yelp, Zoe squeezed her legs around her friend's head and convulsed. She was breathing ragged and her body felt boneless. She tugged at her dress. She grabbed at Sarah's hair. Anything to try and stay grounded, but it was useless against the powerful orgasm ripping through her.
"Sar..." Zoe begged, shaking.
Sarah gave her pussy a soft little peck and she stood up, grinning devilishly.
"You're louder than I thought you'd be."
Zoe laughed through labored breaths. "Yeah? You've thought about this before?"
Sarah pressed a kiss to Zoe's shoulder. "You have no idea."
--
"Okay, come on."
The two girls creep out of the classroom, hair mussed and reeking of sex.
They stop to make out against some lockers. To grope each other by the drinking fountains.
"Do you know where you're going to school yet?" Sarah asks, giving Zoe a hickey along her collarbone.
"Not California," Zoe counters. Sarah had proudly posted all about joining UCLA ever since she got in. "I want to see a lot of bikini pics."
"You and every other guy on the planet," Sarah drawls. "If you wanna see me, you should visit. We can fuck in my dorm room. Or make out at a party. Get all the idiot frat guys hard."
"Hot," Zoe laughs. "Just remember me when one of those idiot frat guys has you on his dick."
"Please, Zo. Have some class."
--
"So how was it?"
"Huh?"
Zoe can barely keep her eyes open. Grant's peering at her from behind the wheel, an eyebrow quirked.
"Jesus, you look wrecked. Senior Night. Was it fun?"
Zoe smiles. She nods, leaning against the door. "Really fun."
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<strong>DISCLAIMERS:</strong>
- All characters in this story are 18+ including those in high school or just graduating
<strong>CHAPTER 4. Locker Room Talk</strong>
<em>Zoe becomes a lifeguard.</em>
The start of summer was weird for Zoe.
The reality that her high school career was officially over hadn't sunk in. Probably because she had the exact same plans as she always does: working her ass off and saving up for tuition. She still hadn't committed to a school - hell, she still couldn't <em>afford</em> school. The chances of her deferring for a year were starting to look more than likely.
And then her summer <em>really</em> fell apart when her shifts were cut by over half.
"You should quit," Grant shrugs, pulling his baseball cap down over his eyes.
They two friends lie on his family's trampoline, the humidity and sun making it difficult to do much else besides sprawl out and complain about the heat.
"You hated it there anyway."
"Yeah but the money was really good," Zoe grumbles, mourning her regulars and their generous tips. "Plus, I got free food."
"Yeah, but they took you off weekends. How many fucking people go to Applebees on a Monday?"
"Thanks Grant, that's super helpful." Zoe snaps. She covers her face with her hands and releases a slow breath. "Sorry. I'm not trying to be a bitch."
Forget college, how is she going to afford gas money? Her phone bill?
"You're good," Grant says.
And then he sits up abruptly, the trampoline bobbing wildly.
"Dude-!"
"Wanna work with me this summer?"
--
Okay, Grant came in clutch with Zoe's new summer job.
$15 an hour. All just to watch some pilates moms and rich kids splash around the glossy, shiny pool of Brighton Shores Golf Club. Or, the BS Club, as Grant liked to call it.
Nevertheless, Zoe was extremely grateful she'd certified to become a lifeguard with him in the winter.
"Are you gettin' excited?"
Eric, the enthusiastic, clipboard-carrying, polo-wearing manager of the pool had just finished showing Zoe around the facilities. Which really are gorgeous. So much so that it's hard for Zoe not to resent every patron there. Talk about a different tax bracket.
The pool deck is made up of carefully placed stones - not concrete. The pool itself is shaped like an off-kilter U, with lounge chairs lining both the perimeter of the pool and the peninsula of deck in the middle. A lap pool takes up one side of the U, marked with lane dividers, a recreational pool area takes up the other. There's even a little grotto with fountains on the rec side of the pool.
Two guard stands overlook both sides. Zoe can see Grant working, the rescue tube draped across his knees. He twirls his lanyard with a whistle around one hand and catches her eye, shooting her a thumbs-up.
At the other guard stand is a gorgeous college-aged looking girl. She looks middle eastern, maybe, and stands just a few inches taller than Zoe. But she's leaner with perkier tits and longer legs, gracefully crossed at the ankle. Zoe kind of hates her for it.
The girl's glossy black hair is done in two french braids and she has thick, Vogue-ish eyebrows threaded to perfection. Whether it's the small details - like her perfect manicure, Ray Bans or the assortment of rings on her fingers - or her nonchalant body language, she emanates that laid back coolness that Zoe could never quite master.
Before Zoe realizes that she's staring, the girl catches her staring. Zoe tries to avert her gaze but is a second too late. The guard's gaze flickers over to Grant, who's still shooting her a thumbs up and a goofy grin. Zoe swears the other girl rolls her eyes.
<em>$15 an hour.</em>
"So excited," Zoe responds to Eric. "Woo!"
So she's a kiss ass. Sue her.
"Remember, you'll rotate stands routinely to avoid fatigue or too much sun," Eric explains. "Thirty minutes on, fifteen walking the pool, fifteen assisting with concessions. You can do whatever you need to do, so long as you're not working the pool deck."
Eric hands Zoe a whistle and a red hip pack, emblazoned with a white cross. Zoe buckles it around her hips.
"Oh, and remember to <em>hydrate</em>." Eric says pointedly. "You can't save others without taking care of yourself first. Capiche?"
"Yes sir," she salutes. Eric smiles and instructs her to shadow each role in the rotation before her first official shift tomorrow.
Zoe takes a deep breath. The easiest thing to do would be visiting Grant. But the closest shift to shadow is the girl who'd rolled her eyes. Ever the people pleaser, Zoe heads her way, determined to win whoever this girl is over.
"Hi...?" Zoe says in her friendliest tone, cautiously approaching.
"Hey."
Ice queen doesn't avert her gaze from the pool. Okay. Maybe she's just really responsible?
"Um, I'm Zoe. I'm new. But starting tomorrow."
The girl nods.
"I'm supposed to shadow-"
"It's really not that serious," she interrupts, her tone equal parts amused and annoyed.
<em>O-kay.</em>
"Ohmygod, hey you!"
Zoe slumps as the two turn to look where the voice came from. The college girl's face instantly lights up, the pool forgotten about now. She shoves the tube into Zoe's hands and finally makes eye contact with her.
"You can watch the pool for a sec, right?" Her eyes dare Zoe to say 'no.'
Zoe just nods.
And then Zoe's left hanging, watching her new coworker rush over to hug a pretty redhead entering the pool area from inside the club. Their excited chatter grows distant as they walk toward the clubhouse. Zoe grips the guard tube and tries not to feel insulted. When over twenty minutes have gone by and she still hasn't returned, Zoe beckons Grant over, restless.
"Marissa disappear again?" he asks, leaning against the stand.
"Is that what it's called?" Zoe can't hide the snappiness in her voice.
Grant laughs.
"Be nice," he pokes her with his guard tube. "She's not...<em>that</em> bad."
"Until you feed her after midnight."
--
Zoe tugs at her guard suit and adjusts her ponytail in the locker room mirror.
She pads back over to her locker and rummages through her backpack for her keys, flinching at the sudden clang of the heavy locker room door slamming into the wall.
"I'm not kidding, my shift literally starts in ten minutes."
Zoe freezes.
It's Marissa.
Even though they've worked with each other a few times now, Zoe's first impression of her new colleague hasn't really changed. She's still cold, standoffish and frankly, kind of a bitch.
<em>Zoe gasped from her post on stand, the sudden sensation of ice cold water running down her neck and back making her jolt. She swiveled around in her seat-</em>
<em>"What the hell?"</em>
<em>"Time to rotate." Marissa grinned, her lifeguard tube in one hand and the sports water bottle that just doused Zoe in the other. She took a sip of her water and lifted her eyebrows, looking at Zoe impatiently.</em>
<em>Zoe dug her nails into her tube and hopped off stand, resisting every urge not to push her coworker into the pool.</em>
<em>"You know next time, a 'hey' would work just fine."</em>
<em>Marissa shrugged, climbing onto the stand. "Thought you'd wanna cool off. Take a joke, newbie."</em>
<em>"Are you serious-?"</em>
<em>"Marissa!"</em>
<em>Zoe bit her tongue and adjusted her attitude at the sight of a patron approaching. He was a well dressed older man, with pressed slacks and a Ralph Lauren polo. And while the right clothes and vibe can make anyone good looking, this man was objectively hot. Like, daytime TV hot. With salt and pepper hair, a rich tan and smoldering dark eyes, Zoe was sufficiently intimidated.</em>
<em>He was probably mid to late 40s and he kind of reminded Zoe of her friends' dads; some of whom she's had crushes on before. But this man was like...a</em> man. <em>He had an abundance of that quiet confidence that career men seem to have - way different from Erika's approachably cute and dorky, barbecue-obsessed dad.</em>
<em>"Mr. Arison, hi." Marissa's voice was suddenly saccharine. "How's the course treating you today?"</em>
<em>"Only got around to nine holes," The man hooked his hands in his pockets, still not having noticed Zoe. She took the moment to quietly admire the neat shadow of stubble decorating his jawline. "The wife beckons, you know how it is."</em>
<em>Marissa laughed and the unfamiliar sound was almost alarming. "Dinner party?"</em>
<em>"Date night," the man - Mr. Arison - replied. "You know, Paige says she's real excited for your trip to...where was it? Chicago?"</em>
<em>"Yes sir," Marissa nodded. Zoe tried not to look surprised when her coworker turned to face her, bringing Zoe into the conversation. "His daughter Paige and I go to Eastern together."</em>
<em>Mr. Arison's eyes slid over to Zoe and she smiled nervously, ignoring the way his gaze raked over her body, clad in her club-mandated one piece. It's plain and red with a high cut that showed off her full hips and small waist. Zoe knew she looked good - she'd shamelessly taken many a thirst trap for her Snapchat stories - but now she found herself crossing her arms, self consciously.</em>
<em>"Robert Arison,"</em>
<em>"Hi. Zoe." She shook his hand, ignoring the thrill it gave her, and gave Marissa a nervous side glance.</em>
<em>"Um, I'm gonna rotate," Zoe said, almost asking permission of the older girl, before picking up her tube and water bottle. Zoe couldn't walk away fast enough. As she retreated, she could hear the two continue talking, somewhat hushed.</em>
<em>"Were you just talking to Robert Arison?" Grant asked Zoe, the second she was within earshot of his stand.</em>
<em>"Yeah. Who is he?"</em>
<em>"He's on the Board," Grant filled her in. "Marissa's friends with his family."</em>
<em>"Ah, nepotism." Zoe mused. "Maybe that's why she's allowed to be such a bitch."</em>
As Marissa's voice grows closer, Zoe instinctively ducks into the nearby supply closet. Dramatic? Maybe. But Zoe's too tired for their usual back and forth. Marissa's an acquired taste. And Zoe has an unrefined palate.
She leans against the dark wall, perched on a heavy bucket of pool shock. She peers out of the thin window panel beside the closet door, expecting to see Marissa grabbing some sunscreen or water and making a hasty exit. She'd <em>just</em> said her shift was starting soon.
So, Zoe rests her chin in her hand and taps her foot impatiently. After a few seconds, she peers back out of the window to see if Marissa's gone yet. Instead, she sees Marissa with someone.
With Mr. Arison?
<em>Weird.</em>
Zoe scrunches her eyebrows. The locker room is staff only. And <em>definitely</em> girls only.
Okay. Well, maybe Marissa has something of his daughter's? They're family friends, right? Or maybe he has something Board related to discuss that couldn't wait. Maybe she's getting fired! That might make sense-
Marissa drops to her knees in front of Mr. Arison.
Zoe clasps a hand over her mouth, concealing what was sure to be an audible gasp.
<em>Or maybe Marissa is literally about to suck off one of their bosses. One of their</em> married <em>bosses.</em>
Zoe freezes in place, very aware that this is <em>not</em> something she should be witnessing. She finally has the good sense to jerk back from the window, her heart pounding.
<em>How long have they been fucking? She's friends with his</em> daughter <em>for crying out loud.</em>
Zoe looks around the room like it'll give her answers, completely at a loss of what to do. Somehow, she feels like she's the one doing something wrong. Fuck. Why couldn't she have just stayed out there like a normal fucking person?
She'd gladly take a little snarky small talk over knowing about an <em>affair</em> any day.
God. And she'd almost had a <em>crush</em> on the older man.
Should she tell anyone? She doesn't even know the Arisons. Plus, she'd have to fess up to how she knows they're fucking, which isn't a great look either. <em>I swear I'm not a peeping tom, council!</em>
Even worse - would anyone believe her? Could she lose her job?
After a long moment of silence passes, Zoe grows pretty fond of the idea that it's all in her head. A trick of the light. Maybe Marissa was like, tying her shoe. Zoe steels herself before sneaking another look out of the window.
<em>Shit.</em>
Sure enough, her coworker's back is to Zoe, telltale braids bobbing up and down in front of Mr. Arison, his dress pants bunched around his thighs. Below him, Marissa's ass swells around the V of her red swimsuit, which is riding up so high that Baywatch seems modest in comparison.
The older man wraps strong fingers around the base of Marissa's braids, holding her head close, his own tipping back against the lockers. Zoe listens to him groan, the sound muffled through the door. Zoe swears she's seen this exact scene before - young, slender slut on her knees for an older man. Granted, it's usually on her phone screen in the darkness of her room with a hand between her legs.
Zoe can hear the <em>gluck gluck gluck</em>s of Marissa taking his cock down her throat, the sloppy sounds of her slurps echoing through the locker room.
Now, Marissa's cooler and older and hot - of course it makes sense that she'd know her way around a blowjob. Even so, Zoe can't help her surprise. Marissa always seemed so...uptight.
As Zoe can't tear her eyes away, she tries to blame her intrigue on shock value. But when Marissa's fingers travel between her legs, nudging visibly wet, sticky spandex to the side, Zoe knows the real reason she's watching.
It's <em>so</em> fucking hot.
Zoe doesn't dare move from her perch on top of the bucket of chemicals, but she does inch her legs closer together - squeezing tight.
Marissa's fingers are moving in large, sloppy circles around her cunt. Zoe's hypnotized by the filmy sex coating Marissa's manicured fingertips, spreading shiny wetness around sensitive, exposed folds. From her coworker's tight, and clearly aroused, sex to the cock in her mouth, there's a lot for Zoe to take in.
And then Marissa starts moaning around Mr. Arison's dick, swollen lips gliding with spit dribbling down her chin. Zoe can only imagine the "fuck me" eyes the older man is getting at that moment.
"My shift starts soon," Marissa says softly. "Maybe I should leave you like this."
Zoe watches her coworker swallow Mr. Arison's shaft, trailing thick globs of saliva with every head bob. Her delicate hands wrap around the base of his cock, jerking him slowly, until he's slick to the balls.
At that, the older man yanks Marissa to her feet.
"You love being a brat." Mr. Arison grins, roughly grabbing fistfuls of her coworker's full ass. He sits on the edge of one of the locker room benches, coaxing Marissa until she straddles him, hovering over his cock. Zoe watches as he shoves her swimsuit further to the side, letting his dick rest and slide over her wet cunt.
"Ohmygod," Marissa shudders, hips twitching at the frictionless contact. "<em>Come on daddy,</em>"
Zoe's eyes widen. She can feel her pussy throb and telltale warmth spreads between her legs.
"You have five minutes." Marissa practically whimpers.
She's small and lithe in his lap, grinding against Mr. Arison's impressive and aching cock. She sucks at his ear and grips broad shoulders, before using one hand to tug the front of her swimsuit down, exposing supple, perky tits. They swell over the top of her guard suit, squeezed together by the tight fabric.
"Please daddy? Make your little girl cum."
Without warning, Mr. Arison lines up his cock and slides into Marissa's slick, willing cunt.
The college-aged girl lets out a pornographic whine, her pussy sinking down onto their boss' thick shaft, precum and cream oozing down his cock. Zoe watches Marissa's legs twitch as Mr. Arison pushes her hips down, forcing more of his dick into her glistening pussy, stretching to take every inch of fat cock.
"<em>Christ</em>, you're tighter than I remember."
Fuck it.
Zoe tugs her swimsuit to the side and lets her fingers slide against her sensitive clit.
She watches Mr. Arison's hands wrap around Marissa's petite waist. His movements are gentle at first, but desperation clearly takes over as he starts bouncing her sopping cunt relentlessly up and down his length.
"<em>Uuuh.....ah!</em>" Marissa's head tips back, teary-eyed with drool leaking from her lips. Certainly not the poised, know-it-all Zoe's used to. This Marissa is a shameless sex doll.
"<em>Ahhhhh!</em>" she squeals. Zoe watches her coworker's pussy, stuffed full of angry pent up cock. Her ass bulges around the thin fabric of her swimsuit, bunched up to the side, rippling from the hard, pounding thrusts fucking the air from her lungs. "<em>Unnnh....! Fu-uck</em>...more, please...<em>unhh, uhh-</em>"
Marissa moans desperately, keening with every lewd slap of balls against her ass.
"Big," she pants. "You're so fucking...<em>bi-ig...ungh!</em>"
She ruts and writhes in Mr. Arison's lap, gravity pinning her down on his pistoning cock. Marissa claws at his back and bites his shoulder over his shirt, pathetically hanging on as her body is utterly used.
"<em>Aaaaahhhhh! Fuuu......hhhhhck, ohmygod...!"</em>
Zoe's fingers speed up, pressing harder and circling her clit faster. She covers her mouth with one hand, breathless, as the pleasure builds.
"<em>Plea-hease...unnnhh!</em>" Marissa whines, her usual bitchiness now purely lewd, submissive and cock starved. "<em>Please.....come.....close, I-I'm close...!</em>"
And as Zoe feels arousal gush over her fingers, she watches Marissa come undone.
With a shrill scream, muffled against Mr. Arison's chest, Marissa shudders wildly - her pussy still stuffed full of cock, flexing and pulsing inside her. She's practically shaking, her moans wobbling as Mr. Arison lets out a labored grunt.
"<em>Unnnghh....ohh, fuck...</em>" Marissa cries, straining to milk Mr. Arison's dick with her used, sensitive pussy. Mr. Arison's hands squeeze her ass as he pumps his cock inside her - once, twice more, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open. Shiny, thick cream drips down Marissa's folds and she pulls off with an obscene <em>schlick!</em>
Marissa hums happily, sliding her cunt along Mr. Arison's shaft as the two kiss, open-mouthed. Zoe marvels at how satisfied the two look - not a hint of remorse or fear of getting caught. Just hazy, half-lidded lust. At least, until Marissa's gaze drifts to one of the analog clocks on the wall.
She groans and dismounts the older man, apathetic to the cum glazing her pussy. Marissa readjusts her swimsuit and swings open a locker door, rummaging around.
"Fuck, you made me late."
"Does it matter?" Mr. Arison sighs, doing his pants back up. "You know, you could always quit. I've already told you I'd help pay for your trip,"
His hands find her waist again and he tugs her closer, pressing a soft kiss against Marissa's neck.
"Nooo," Marissa nudges him playfully. "Paige would be all over me. <em>Why'd you quit? How are you affording your share of gas?</em> Yada yada."
She pats him on the cheek playfully. "Text me?"
And like nothing out of the ordinary just happened, her coworker leaves.
Zoe watches Mr. Arison adjust his rumpled clothes and flatten his hair down in one of the full-length mirrors along the wall. Only when she hears him head for the exit does Zoe dare to stand up, legs shaky.
Still reeling from her orgasm and the sheer insanity of her situation, Zoe opens the closet door and pads quietly over to her locker - her backpack still untouched from when her shift ended minutes ago. She quickly checks her phone.
<strong>where ru??</strong>
<strong>zo</strong>
<strong>tf did u die?? im hungry</strong>
<strong>k lmk when ur done taking ur massive dump or whatever im gonna shower since ur taking so long</strong>
Zoe rolls her eyes at Grant's dramatics, but she's still quick to shoulder her bag and make a hasty exit. He has <em>got</em> to hear about-
"Sorry-!"
"Oh, um,"
Zoe collides with someone. When she looks up, her eyes widen.
"Mr. Arison," she squeaks. "Uhm, sorry! Isn't this the girls locker room?"
Zoe aims for light-heartedness but given the expression on the Board member's faces, it may already be too late. His eyes narrow, emotion flashing, as he looks from Zoe to the girls locker room and back to Zoe.
"I-yes. Of course. I just think..." he clears his throat. "My daughter thinks she may have lost a bracelet or something. Would you mind if I check? I'll be out of your hair in no time."
"Oh, right. No problem."
Zoe steps aside, breath bated.
"I actually have to run," Zoe lies, halfway out the door. "So um, when you're done looking just-"
A hand wraps around her wrist and Zoe swivels to stare back at Mr. Arison, willing her face into emotionless curiosity.
"It's Zoe, right?" Mr. Arison asks, his voice cool.
She gulps.
"Yes sir."
He releases her wrist and crouches down, picking up a dainty silver chain from the floor. Mr. Arison examines it with a nod.
"Found it," he declares. He brushes past Zoe. "Sorry to be a bother Zoe."
He turns to walk away, Zoe's heart still hammering inside her chest.
"Oh!" Mr. Arison turns around with a smile. Zoe's stomach flips as he leans into her. "The supply closet door should really be closed. We don't want anyone wandering inside, right?"
--
Zoe stumbles into the men's staff locker room, calling out for Grant.
"Uhh, occupied?" his voice echoes from behind a shower stall.
"Shower's over," Zoe says frantically, pacing around. "Seriously, Grant, this <em>cannot</em> wait."
"Just give me like-" Zoe yanks his shower curtain open. "I need to get the fuck out of here. <em>Now</em>."
Grant's mouth hangs open, ready to protest, and Zoe doesn't allow her eyes to drift down. Her latest interaction with Mr. Arison scared any trace of arousal right out of her.
Is she going to be fired?
"Okay, okay," Grant surrenders, tugging his towel off the side of the stall and promptly covering himself up. "Jesus, what happened?"
He walks over to his bag, shaking out his wet hair. Zoe ignores how uncharacteristically good her best friend looks with a towel slung low across his hips.
<em>Get a grip.</em>
"Okay, this is just between us, promise? Like, I...don't even know how to-I don't know. It's fucked up."
Zoe turns her head as Grant changes quickly.
"Are you <em>okay?</em>" he asks, concern encroaching on the usual teasing lilt to his voice.
"Yeah," she nods, not totally convinced herself. "But Ant?"
"Yeah?"
"This might call for a sleepover."
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It was the miniskirt that got my attention, or should I say the legs that were exposed by the skirt. They were long,shapely,sexy,slightly muscular and tan. The miniskirt was denim,loose and very short, but then on a sexy young woman like Zoe it was absolutely perfect. You see I love legs, long sexy legs and of course all that goes with and between them.
The problem presented by Zoe's legs was that she was 19 or 20 and a student in my Early American History seminar. The class was small, only ten students, all American history majors. The problem was further excacerbated by the fact that I was old enough to be her...,well lets just say substantially older than 20 and a tenured professor. Relationships between faculty and students is verboten and I have always maintained that this was the way it should be, that is until I saw Zoe's legs.
Actually it was the way I first saw them that set off the ache in my groin. She was seated at her desk,which was part of the semicircle of desks around mine. Zoe was reading a textbook and was completely unaware of the fact that her legs were spread open enough so that I could see her pale pink cotton panties. The room was very well lit, enabling me to enjoy the small bulge in her crotch which I took to be her vaginal lips.I could also see a few wisps of pubic hair peeking from the left side of her panty crotch. I could not tell if it was the same color as the black hair on her head, but I had no reason to doubt that it was. Try as I might I could not keep from returning my gaze to the valley betweem her thighs.
When I brought the class to attention she closed her book and her thighs. While I was still able to look at her legs the view was gone. Of course I was now able to concentrate on the rest of this enticing young women.
She was about 5'5" or 5'6", slim with green eyes, full lips,and shoulder length thick black hair which was parted down the middle. She had a very pretty face,her smile sent pleasure waves through my gut. Her lips were full and I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to be surrounded by them as they brought me to climax. Her breasts were small but stood up high and firm above her flat stomach as only a twenty year old women's breasts could. And lastly, eventhough at that moment I could not see it I was sure she had a perfect round behind. All of this began to make me think that perhaps it was time to rethink the rules of the university regarding students and professors becoming involved.
As time went on I got to know Zoe. She was from a small town in northern Florida, and that was her way of thinking. Two years at a large university in the big city had not changed her very much. She was somewhat naive when it came to men and her own sexual allure. It was also a pretty sure bet that she was a virgin and a rather inexperienced one at that. The miniskirts were her only concession to her sexuality, albeit an unconscious one. She really was not aware of how her legs attracted eyes. And she was definetly not aware of how her spread legs caused me numerous sessions relieving my sexual torture by hand.
There was one class, just before I made my move, when I was able to discern the fullnes of her lips. The panties she was wearing were white cotton but seemed well worn. Perhaps this made it possible to almost see through them. I was hard in my pants and I just kept staring at her pussy. Actually that was the first time I even thought of it as "pussy". You see I was trying not to allow myself to think of her in those terms but she kept putting it out there on a daily basis and it was so enticing.
Those long legs, and even when they weren't spread just the thought of what lay between them was intoxicating. I would fantasize about seeing them dressed in sheer silky nylons. When she sat with her legs crossed exposing the firm taut underside of her thigh I would envision the tops of smoke grey nylons and the strap from a lace garter belt leading up her thigh to all that I desired.
It was the change in the weather that almost had me coming in my pants.That first chilly fall day she wore pantyhose. Black nylon on those legs was more than I could take. I knew that the minute class was over I would be in my office with the door locked and my pants open.
She came late to the class and when she sat her skirt rode up to the very top of her thighs. Then she crossed her left leg over her right and in the process allowed a peak at what appeared to be a pantyless crotch beneath the hose. And then there was the view of those thighs in that short skirt. I had to cross my legs to conceal my own excitement.
Twenty minutes into the class she was reading silently from materials I had distributed and ever so slowly began opening her legs. I was gently rocking forward and back to heighten my own excitement. After a while her legs were spread enough so that I could confirm what I had earlier suspected, she was not wearing any panties.
There it was in all it's glory. Zoe's hairy mound,and her slightly spread lips. She had almost symmetrical pussy lips that opened as she spread her legs.Even through the black nylon of her pantyhose it was possible to discern some pink. Then it happened, I came in my pants. I shot a heavy load while my eyes were fixed on Zoe's legs and her open cunt. Yes, by the time I was shooting off in my pants it was a cunt.
When class ended I sat while all the students began to leave. Zoe began to walk out the door as I watched her. At the door she turned and walked back to me.
"Professor, can we talk?"
I was still thinking about how I could get up from my chair and not let her see the stain she was responsible for. On the other hand I was intrigued by the chance to get her alone in my office.
"Sure Zoe, lets go to my office."
She turned to go out the door and I picked up my writing pad and held it in front of my crotch. As we began to ascend the stairs to my fourth floor office I had a thought about getting her up the stairs in front of me so I could get a look up her skirt. I could not resist, so as we came to the landing midway between the third and fourth floors I acted.
"Zoe wait here for me I need to get something in the library, just take a second or two. Just wait here."
With that I went down the stairs and out the door to the third floor. I realized I was getting hard again just thinking about the view up her skirt. I waited about one minute then reentered the stairway with the pad covering my renewed excitement. I was greatly rewarded for my efforts.
At that moment Zoe was seated on the top step reading and her legs were in the usual reading position but wider apart than I had ever seen. She was not aware of my reentry into the stairs and continued to read while I stood at the bottom of the stairs staring at her hairy mound. I could see it clearly through the crotch of her pantyhose. She had a thick dark bush and her lips were spread revealing a generous portion of her inner pinkness. I cleared my throat to alert her to my presence and she closed her legs and her book and smiled at me.
"Did you get what you needed Professor?"
I smiled and watched as she stood up revealing the fullness of those magnificent legs. I slowly walked up the stairs all the while taking in her nylon covered legs and the view up her skirt as she stood with one foot on the landing and one on the first step. I couldn't see her pussy but still it was intoxicating to see up the skirt of this sexy young women.Those thighs were incredible, and I was right about her rear, she had a great ass.
Once we were in my office she began to tell me of her inability to choose her major course of study and that she was thinking of switching out of her American history major. All the while I was distracted by what I was looking at and what I had seen on the stairs. I tried to keep up my end of the conversation, while trying to decide if I should or could move the encounter to where I wanted it to be.
"Professor are you really listening to me, You seem distracted."
The thought in my head when she said that was "go for it." That was my penis doing the thinking and not my brain.
"Zoe,I am distracted."
She looked at me quizzically.
"Zoe are you aware of how sexy you are?"
She blushed and averted her eyes.Then she became very self aware, adjusting her short skirt to cover as much of her thighs as was possible with that small amount of fabric.
"You have extremely sexy legs and I can't stop looking at them."
I was heartened by the fact that she made no move to leave, so I decided to take it a step further.
I waited till she was looking at me again and I said,"Zoe you excite me, you turn me on."
"My legs do that professor?"
I nodded. After a few moments of silence, the air became thick with tension.
Then she asked,"But I have such small..., you know.."
Here she hesitated, then she began again.
"My breasts are small, I thought men only liked girls with,you know,big tits?"
I smiled at her and then motioned for her to come over to my side of the desk. When she stood up to comply with my request I felt an inner sense of relief that this was now going the way I wanted.
I pushed my chair back and had her stand in front of me, her rear up against the edge of the desk. I reach out to touch her thighs just below the hem of her miniskirt. The feel of her nylon covered thighs was causing my penis to tingle.
Zoe closed her eyes as I touched her,at the same time I noticed that she was breathing more rapidly. I began to slowly massage her thighs,staying below the hem of her skirt.
"Zoe would you like to see how your legs distract me, how they excite me. Zoe open your eyes and look at me."
She did as I asked and then I motioned to her with my eyes to direct her gaze down to my crotch. As she slowly complied I opened my legs to lewdly display my hardened cock to her, stained pants and all. It turned me on to show her my erection through my pants, and it turned me on even more to see the expression on her face as she stared at it.Her mouth open, speechless and wide eyed.
"Zoe you've never been with a man, have you?"
She shook her head from side to side in response to my question.
"Have you ever seen a man's hardness before?"
She indicated no with the slightest movement of her head. I began to slide my hands up under her skirt, feeling the strong firm muscles of her upper thighs.Then her firm buttocks. I continued to feel her up under her skirt, waiting to see if and when she would slap me and run out of the office, only to report me to the university.But it never happened.
So I took the next step.My right hand slid around to the front of her body and cupped the crotch of her pantyhose. She slowly spread her legs and moaned. She was very wet. I began to rub her clitoris through the hose and she began to grind her mound ever so slightly against my hand.
Zoe looked at me and began to speak haltingly,"Professor...can I..I want to...Ohh my god...," with that she let out a sigh.
"What is it Zoe. What do you want?"
"Can I see your pe...your cock? I've never seen a man's cock before."
I stopped rubbing her and began to open my pants. I wanted nothing more than to display my hardness to this beautiful young coed. As I opened my belt buckle and began to unzip I told her to raise her skirt up so that I could see her.
She reached down to grasp the hem of her miniskirt with both hands and slowly drew the skirt upwards. I raised myself up off the chair and in one move lowered my pants and briefs exposing to this young women my erect cock and my balls full of cum.
She stared at my cock for what seemed an eternity.
"Can I touch it, I want to know what it feels like when it gets hard like this."
Then without waiting for my reply she reached out with her right hand and I felt her long delicate fingers slowly wrap themselves around my shaft.They were cool to the touch and I had to keep from shooting off at the touch of her fingers. She began to slide her hand up and down my penis drawing lubrication from the precum that was leaking out the tip of my cock. With her left hand she continued to hold her skirt up around her waist and exhibit her pussy to me.
The time had come to make a decision, that is let her continue and come all over her hand or go for what I really wanted. I gently grabbed her right wrist and stopped the movement of her hand on my cock.
"Doesn't that feel good?"she asked.
I smiled and reached up to her blouse. Immediately she understood what I was going to do. She lifted her arms as I raised the blouse above her head.
"They're beautifull, Zoe."
She looked at me questioningly and I knew what she was thinking.
"No they are not too small, in fact they are perfect so firm and round. Such thick nipples."
With that I began to caress her hard little nipples and she again closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. I then put one of them in my mouth and gently sucked on it. My cock grazed up against her nylon covered thigh as I licked and sucked her nipples.
With reluctance I left her breasts and began to undo the buttons on the side of her miniskirt. When the skirt was loosened it floated down her legs to the floor. She stood there in nothing but her black pantyhose.
I lowered my head to her crotch and inhaled the strong female musk that was emanating from her pussy. Then I began to lick her through the pantyhose. She opened her legs to give me greater access to pleasure her. It didn't take long to bring her to her first orgasm. She shuddered and grabbed the back of my head pushing it into her nylon covered crotch. Her firm thighs gently squeezed my head.
As she began to recover from her pleasure she straightened up and looked again at my throbbing erect penis.
"Do you want to put it inside me?"
I groaned at the thought of having her. I gently pushed her back against the desk,she lowered herself on to it and raised her knees up spreading wide her thighs. I managed to get one finger into the pantyhose creating a little hole which I then pulled open to reveal her pussy. I stared at it. Zoe started to close her thighs, I stopped her.
"Let me look at it, it's so sexy, so womanly. Your pussy is beautiful."
Zoe looked up at me and the turned her face away from mine.
"Isn't it too hairy. I always thought it was too hairy and that made it ugly."
I answered her by smiling at her and bending down to lick her again without the barrier of her pantyhose. I let my nose go up into her hole, and then I smelled her again, just inhaling her musky scent. I tried to fuck her with my tongue, wedging it in her as far as it could go. I was attacking her cunt with my mouth and my tongue, sucking,licking and stroking her clitoris. I was determined to make her come again. Zoe was now squeezing my head between her thighs and pushing her pelvis up to meet my mouth. This time her orgasm created havoc, she screamed and straightened her nylon covered legs up in the air. I pulled back and watched,my face wet with her smell.
Then she looked at me and my cock began to twitch when she said in a very quiet voice,"Please fuck me,I want to feel you inside me."
I looked down at this sexy young woman, her long legs open, still clothed in the sexy black, now crotchless pantyhose I had seen her wearing that day in my class. Her perfect mound open and inviting, all of it's wet pinkness revealed to my eyes. Her clit was standing up out of it's little hood of surrounding skin. And her hole was completely open,waiting for the moment that it would be penetrated for the first time.
I gripped her legs just under her knees and moved forward as I spread her legs as far as I could. Zoe surprised me by reaching out with both of her hands and guiding my cock to her. Her eagerness was only increasing the need I felt as the head of my cock first made contact with her wetness.I was poised to enter her pussyhole when I looked at her face.
"Do it," she said,"but be gentle, don't hurt me."
I leaned towards her slowly,letting my cock slide into her.She groaned as she began to open to me. I eased my cock into her,she was very wet and inspite of the fact that she was a virgin I met little resistance. Her pussy was enveloping my cock in a warm wet hold. She was tight inside as only a twenty year old virgin could be. I began to slowly move my cock back out and Zoe stopped me.
"Just stay in me I want to be filled up with your cock."
I looked down to enjoy the sight of my member embedded in her hairyness. Then she wrapped her long legs around me and began to thrust herself up toward me.
I knew this couldn't last as I had been so hard for so long and Zoe was so sexy. I began to thrust in and out picking up the tempo as I felt myself getting close to coming. Zoe squeezed me with her legs, the legs that had gotten us to this point. I ran my hands up and down her nylon covered legs as I fucked in and out of her cunt.
With one final thrust I stuck my cock in as far as I could and began to shoot my copious load into her.
"I can feel it,I can feel you coming inside me oh yes fuck me, yes."
Zoe smiled at me me.
"You fucked me and I felt you come. Promise me you won't tell anyone what we did Professor."
I slowly pulled out and looked at her pussy, now dripping with my semen and her juices. Her lips were open and puffy. I loved the view I now had of her pussy and her long legs open for me.
Zoe and I had a lot of such sessions during the rest of the school year. I even got her to wear stockings for me. But that is another story.
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Zoe is a strange sort of girl. She has long since been preoccupied with how the world could be if certain norms and morals were ignored, as opposed to how the world really is. She spends most days dreaming up just the most nightmarish of things, all of which bring her endless excitement.
She had a slender frame and weighed in a little over a hundred pounds. She was short in stature with dark brown hair. Her eyes were a sparkling blue that tended to get just a bit glassy when he was deep into her daydreams. Her body was blessed with a large, soft, yet perky pair of breasts that were clearly too big for her frame. She secretly loved the attention they brought in even though they tended to get in the way and make everything that much more challenging. She tends to dress in fairly typical clothing for her age.
She has always had a very vivid imagination... and a nearly insatiable lust for humiliation in all of it's various forms. She gets just as strong a physical reaction to watching someone being fast talked or conned as she does being touched. Sometimes her fantasies are so strong and so perverse that she has been known to spontaneously orgasm in the middle of her daydreaming.
The problem is she is also a little bit on the timid side, and definitely not about to go out and find people that are going to humiliate her... she does have some pride at least. She spent most of her youth locked away, hovering over a computer screen chatting with others. She always hoped to find someone as perverse as she is, someone that knew the buttons to push to make her squirm.
There were some creepers that got close, some that were just on the cusp of fulfilling her needs. But as close as they got they never managed to satisfy her. So over the course of her years exploring and playing on the internet she began developing some imaginary friends to interact with in the real world...
She tends to refer to those friends as "They" or "Them" depending on the context. If pressed further she sometimes refers to them as her friends. They really came into being the first time she worked up the guts to stumble out into her back yard with nothing on but some skimpy panties. She walked dutifully from one end of the back yard to the other with her arms rigid at her sides as if they were being held there. When her neighbor interrupted her walking with his astonished gasp and his lewd stare she went on to explain that "they" 'her friends" dared her to do it and she proceeded to plead with him not to tell her parents. That was the first time she externalized her desires to humiliate herself. That event would set the stage for her life now in ways she may have never imagined... or dreamed up.
The more she thought about her invisible assailants the more power they seemed to have over her. "They" started "making" her do things, from taking lewd pictures of herself and "accidentally" uploading them to websites... to picking out her clothing. The fact is that she was still in control.. but by blaming "them" for it she managed to avoid most consequences of her otherwise odd behavior. It was just so easy to climb out of the public pool sans bikini and blame some creep than admit she slipped out of her own bikini for the thrill of it.
She didn't see what she was doing as a problem, there were really no negative consequences besides some whispered rumors, but otherwise it was all good fun for her. The more she indulged these urges.... these requests from "them" the stronger they got. It was all in good fun though, so it was nothing to worry about. At least to begin with.
The first sign that something was REALLY going wrong in that brilliant, imaginative mind if hers was the first time one of "them" spoke to her. Spoke might not be the right word... insult might be more correct. It happened when she was trying on some dressed in a department store. Her skinny frame and otherwise lewdly large breasts were making it hard to find something that fit without feeling like she was going to fall out of it. The voice rang out like a gunshot in the silent changing room. "Aww poor cow can't find anything to cover her fat tits can she?." The voice sounded like a combination of the bitchiest cheerleader voice you can think of along with a hint of smug condescending. Zoe jumped and frantically looked around as she held a dress over her bra clad breasts. She even let out a meek little "hello?" as those words rattled around in her head.
As those words sunk in the front of her little panties soaked through, leaving a lovely dark wet spot on them. Never before had she thought someone could be so nasty to say something like that. She started frantically looking around for where the voice came from. After peeking her head out of the booth she just shook her head and went back what she was doing. She was a little shaken and terribly turned on she she soldiered on and went back to trying dresses on. After a moment she decided that it must have just been her imagination, as there was clearly no one else around.
It was with a little pink dress half way up her legs that she heard the voice again. This time the catty bitch was more direct "Take your bra off... i want to see your tits" Zoe squeaked and let out another shocked "Who's there!?" and as she started to look around she was immediately scolded by the voice "Stop looking around and do what i told you. Stare at yourself in the mirror, that's right. Look at how pathetic the girl in the mirror is as she takes her bra of."
Zoe was still in complete control of her body, but the voice in its cruel, demanding tone seemed to have forced her into action. She did watch the mirror as her hands slid back, and she exhaled sharply as she felt her fingers deftly pop the clasp of her bra. And just as she was about to slide the bra off her shoulders she was told "Stop." She let out a sharp breath that was a combination of relief and disappointment as she froze in place. "Open the door first" the voice whispered to her, almost seductively. Zoe could watch the color fade from her skin, and the burning red of her blush wash over her face. The girl pinned her bra to her chest with one hand and slowly pulled the lock open. She ever so timidly pushed the door open, peeking out as she pushed it further and further.
Right as the door reached its most open the voice screamed at her in an intense urgent sort of way "NOW! Get it off, FASTER get the bra off! Throw it! NOW throw it down the hall!" And in a flurry of movement she did just that. She yanked her bra off of her body and tossed it down past the rest of the changing booths, she then slammed the door of her own booth closed and locked it. Standing there with her back against that door, staring at her own form in the mirror. She was panting from the exertion and the shock of what she just did. She stood there for long moments, her eye fixed on the rising and falling of her soft, beautiful, and now bared breasts. It wasn't until she started to calm down that she realized that she could feel her juices running down her legs.
In the flurry of baring her breasts and flinging her bra down the hallway... In the pathetic submission to the demanding voice... in the wake of this new humiliation Zoe creamed in her panties. The voice was gone at that point, just as quickly as it came. Zoe was quickly convinced that the voice must have been someone else... but when no one came to claim her bra, and nothing else happened she began having confused doubts about the whole situation.
The next few days were spent masturbating about the scene in that changing room, and the images of her topless body panting against the door. As those images faded she slowly grew to accept whatever it was that happened there and she moved on. The next time that voice would begin talking to her was during an extremely boring staff meeting at her job. This time it was less demanding and more teasing. The whole time it talked to her about how filthy she was for wanting the fat balding man in front of her. It was at this point about 15 minutes into their argument that Zoe fully realized that the voice was in her head.
The moment this flash of insight washed over her the voice took on a mocking tone. "I can't believe you took this long to figure this out... that's just sad. Oh look the lights are off! you should get a little comfier.. wheel closer to the table... a little closer. Good! I bet no one can see now... open your legs. Yes I know you are in a skirt. wider.. WIDER!"
The blush on Zoe's cheeks would have been terribly noticeable were it not for the dimmed lights. But for sure the moment her legs were safely tucked under the big conference table they spread wide open. Her business skirt was forced up her thighs and before she could really think about it she could look between the table and herself and see panties.
The voice even started explaining the new lay of the land to her. that "They" were tired of her meek approach to the humiliation she so desperately wanted. She wanted so badly to be a little plaything, but never found a good partner. Now she had "Some" and she was going to suffer like she wanted to. Zoe silently asked in her head "Some?" The female voice just laughed and was replaced with what sounded like a half dozen different female voices, sounding like a gaggle of cheerleaders. Each one of them saying different cruel comment ranging from the way her tits stuck out against her top, or how her panties were clinging to her mound. They were merciless and just as she felt like she was going to come from the mocking... they were gone.
They left her breathing hard, panting even, red faced and on the verge of orgasm. They were gone long enough for her to compose herself in the dim light of the meeting. She jumped when a new voice came forward. This was a male voice. It carried the mocking tone of the cheerleaders but was rougher. It sounded like a more experienced boyfriend teasing his virgin girlfriend mixed with a brash biker sort. There was a condescending air to how "he" spoke. He explained a few more things to her.
This was when she had no doubt at all that she was in trouble. She knew they were in her head but he explained in his own way that they were in control, that anything they wanted from her she was going to give them. And if she tried to resist they would get stronger, and louder.... and eventually she WAS going to do what they wanted. He illustrated his point in the most direct way he could. A tingle spread across the sides of her breasts, brushing along to the front. Zoe's eyes went wide as she realizes what the tingle felt like. This voice in her head was... it was touching her! She knew it wasn't actual physical contact... but she could feel his fingers on her skin. She could feel brushes across her nipples. Whatever had given rise to the voices in her head was invasive enough to also force her to feel things.
She spent the rest of that meeting feeling those imaginary fingers fondling her breasts, and they were relentless. Every bit of her flesh was stimulated as the speech droned on and on. She was faced with a terrifying mix of emotions. While no one could see her being "Groped" as soon at the lights came back on the would see her blushing, possibly some beads of sweat forming on her, they might even notice how hard her nipples were as they pressed against her top. She knew it would make a scene so jumped when the voice offered a deal. It would 'let' her leave the meeting to go to the bathroom. But she was going to do something for him there.
Anything would be better than being forced to orgasm in that meeting so she took the option and slinked off to the bathroom. Once there she was urged into a stall where 'he' made her pull out her phone and order a few new toys. As she purchased the dildo with the suction cup on it he casually explained that he was going to use that to fuck her however and wherever he felt like.
Since he didn't have the equipment he needed yet he let her off easy. What he did bully her into doing was filling her cupped hand with the hand soap by the sinks. The stuff has a whitish silvery look to it. Zoe could swear she felt him smirking as he instructed her to lift her skirt... and then to hold her panties out.
If anyone walked in at that moment they would have seen Zoe with the bottom hem of her skirt in her mouth, keeping it raised up. One of her hands holding her panties forward while the other hand let the soap dribble into the gusset of her panties. Once the soft cotton was sagging with the weight of the soap she was released. She let the panties snap back against her skin and her skirt fall back into place. While she wasn't forced to orgasm she did spend the rest of the meeting walking around with what felt like a massive load of cum in her panties.
The feeling of it sloshing around and the mocking from the female voices on her drive home were enough to force her to pull over a couple times, as the humiliation induced orgasms washed over her.
She knew she was in trouble. For the first time in her life the games she had been playing now started feeling real... and even the fact that she knew these voices were all in her head... they had a power about them... a control over her that she was terrified by... and dreadfully excited for at the same time.
The voices became her constant companion in life. The female voices more than the male one. They weren't always abusive, sometimes they simply voiced what a less restrained Zoe might say about others. But more often than not they were teasing and bullying poor Zoe. Once those dildos arrived in the mail she was being 'forced' at least once a day. Often being 'taken' to a bathroom where the suction cup dildo was attached to the toilet seat and she was made to ride that cock all through her lunch break.
At one point after a nearly being walked in on with that dildo buried in her cunt she decided that this was going to far and it needed to stop. So for about a week she completely ignored the nagging urges of the voices. They threatened her, they mocked her mercilessly, but after a little while they faded. And at a full week she had thought she was finally rid of them and she was safe once more.
That was when she was introduced to the last of the voices... because you see while she was ignoring them the voices were getting all frustrated and pent up.. and Zoe quickly learned that when the voices were pissed... they turned into "This."
This voice introduced itself in the middle of her commute to work. Sitting in mild traffic thanks to some construction she let out a sigh of boredom. The voice sounded like a combination of Jigsaw from the saw movies, but a little more raw, almost like a constant growl. "Naughty little cunt thinks she can ignore us..." Zoe was shocked at this new voice, and the tiniest bit frightened, but she had ignored their orders all week so this would be no different.
As it turns out this voice WAS different. As it said to her "I don't think you get it zoe-hole. We control you, and when you are naughty and don't listen you have to be punished." She dismissed it's threat at first, before she glanced down and realized that HER hand was plucking the buttons of her shirt open. She wasn't moving her hand, and she couldn't stop it from moving. It felt like she was a witness as her body acted on its own. She started frantically pleading as she watched her hands open her top, peeling it back away from her breasts. The front clasp between her soft melons was an easy target and even as she hysterically pleaded, now out loud, the voice and its control of her body opened her bra and let her glorious tits out into the open air.
It wasn't content stopping there. "They" missed out on a week worth of fun and they were going to make up for every moment. Once her tits were out her hands started working on her pants. With a little wiggling and some popping of buttons her pants AND panties were down around her upper thighs. Her thighs up were bared, even her smooth shaved pussy was exposed. The last bit of control it exerted was to reach into her purse, pull out that dildo, and drive it into her. The rest of the ride to work was spent in that exposed state. She was damned lucky no one reported her and as she pulled into the back lot of work she finally found control of her arms and quickly pulled her clothes back into place. The voice left one parting word of advice. "Ignore us again and we will do this on the meeting room table"
She had no reason to doubt it... and this is her life now.. a slave to her own imagination. Being driven to more and more lewd acts and only barely avoiding being caught by others.
<em>~~This story is mostly an introduction to a character that I both role play as, and one that I intend to write more stories about if there is any interest. I welcome any feedback on my somewhat eclectic method of storytelling. ~~</em>
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My wife Zoe had a hysterectomy a few years back and all of a sudden her body chemistry went crazy. Hormonal imbalance caused mood swings that ranged from euphoria on one side of the scale to almost homicidal depression on the other. Her doctor had to pretty much experiment on her to try and find a combination of hormone pills and other drugs that would bring her to a balance. Whenever he found something that seemed to work things would be great for a month or two and then they wouldn't work anymore and he would go back to experimenting again. I never knew what I was going to find when I came home.
I had just come home from a three-day business trip and found the house empty. That was strange because I'd called Zoe and told her what time I would be home and she always had dinner waiting for me. By eight o'clock Zoe still wasn't home and I hadn't heard from her. I got on the phone and started calling around, but no one I talked to had any idea of where she might be. Her mother told me that she had talked to Zoe that morning and that Zoe had told her that she had a doctor's appointment for that afternoon. I called Zoe's doctor and got his service and they told me that he was out of town for a week and that Dr. Thomas was handling his cases until he came back. Dr. Thomas called me back twenty minutes later and told me that he had not seen Zoe that afternoon and that if she'd had an appointment it hadn't been with him. I made up my mind that if I didn't hear from Zoe by ten I was going to call the cops.
At nine forty-five the phone rang and I grabbed it. "Zoe?"
"Is this Mr. Thomas Martin?"
"Yes."
"Mr. Martin, do you have a wife named Zoe Evangaline?"
"Yes. Who is this?"
"Mr. Martin, your wife apparently had a fainting spell. We found her unconscious in the elevator in our building. She is resting comfortably now, but you need to come and get her."
I got directions to the Statler Building and rushed out to the car. On the way I wondered why she had been in that particular building since I couldn't think of anyone we knew who had offices there. I caught the elevator up to the sixth floor and went down the hall looking for room 606. The man had told me that the door would be unlocked and to just walk right in. I walked into a small, dark waiting room, but there was no one there.
"Anyone here?"
"Were in the back."
I headed toward the voice and came to a half open door on a lighted room and I pushed it open and walked in. Hands grabbed me from both sides and held me even as I saw Zoe. She was naked and lying on a leather couch and she was not alone. There was a black man between her legs and he was fucking her as hard as he could. Her legs were locked around his waist and I could see the nails on her hands biting into his ass as she held him tightly to her. At the head of the couch I saw an Asian working his cock into her mouth. I tried to break free and a voice that I recognized as the man who had called me said, "Settle down hoss. Take a look around you. Even if you broke free all that would happen is that you would get hurt."
I glanced around and saw for the first time that the room was full of men, nine altogether, two holding me, two fucking Zoe, and five others. Two were getting dressed, apparently after having their turn, two were naked and stroking themselves while apparently waiting for their turn and one was standing off to the side videotaping the scene. "Just behave and we will be done soon and you can take her home. Nod your head that you'll be cool about this and I will let them turn loose of you."
I really had no choice. I could have had the satisfaction of hurting one or two of them, but sheer numbers would prevail and I would end up accomplishing nothing. It would have been different if I was going to try and prevent what was happening from happening, but Zoe was already being fucked and it didn't seem to be bothering her at all. I watched as man after man shoved his cock in one of Zoe's holes and made a deposit in her. They took her in the pussy, mouth and ass and Zoe was an active participant. Her "oh yes, fuck me" and her "That's it baby, fuck my ass, fuck it hard" left no doubt in my mind that she was enjoying it. I swallowed my pride and nodded my head. It occurred to me while I watched that Zoe was servicing a mini United Nations. There was on Arabic looking man, two Orientals, two Latinos, a white man who spoke with a German accent and four black men. The men took her two and even three at a time and Zoe sucked, humped, bounced, begged and did everything that the men told her to do.
Finally they were done with her and then one of them said to me, "Get down there and clean her up."
"What?"
"You heard me white boy. You ain't taking her out of her until you get down there on that pussy and clean her out and you better hurry up about it too. The word has gone out that we have a white slut up here who digs fucking black men and is taking on any cock that walks in the door. That's how most of these guys found out about it. If you want to get her out of here before the next group arrives you better get busy man."
Zoe looked up at me, "Please Tom, get me out of here. Please honey, I want to go home."
Zoe's tone was pleading so I swallowed my pride for the second time and went down on her. Her cunt was a mess. Fluids were running down her leg. Her cunt hairs were soaking wet and when my tongue parted her pussy lips the stuff just ran out of her. The taste was salty and bitter, but I licked and sucked and did what I had to do to get us out of there. Then an amazing thing happened. Zoe had a massive - and I really do mean massive - orgasm. The entire time I had watched her being fucked she had never had so much as a small climax, but my eating her triggered the biggest and longest orgasm that I had ever seen her have.
"Sweet Jesus, look at that. The dude is one serious pussy eater."
"No, the honky just likes the taste of a black man's cum."
They all laughed and then Zoe's clothes were tossed onto the floor next to us. "Get her out of here dude. I hear there's a bunch coming over from Spike's Pool Hall and them's a bunch of nasty niggers. You don't want to let them get to her."
As I was helping Zoe out the door one of them called to me, "Hey man, if I was you I'd be cool about this. The edited video will show her willing and begging for it. It will show you standing around and watching it and then eagerly going down on her when we finished with her. Before you involve the fuzz think about how the tape will play to your relatives, friends and neighbors if the tape got out."
Zoe wouldn't talk on the way home. She stared out the passenger side window and in a teary voice moaned "I'm sorry" over and over and over again. When we got home and I had her in the house I asked her for an explanation and she started crying and ran from the room. I made myself a stiff drink and then sat down on the couch. Better to let her get a nights sleep and maybe I could find out from her in the morning just what the hell had happened that had happened that had turned my wife into the whore that I had watched happily take on all comers. I sipped my drink, made another and then another and fell asleep on the couch.
I woke up in the morning to find Zoe sitting in the easy chair opposite the couch watching me. She must have been crying all night because she looked like hell. She saw that I was awake and the tears began again. "I'm sorry, oh God I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen. I didn't want it to happen, but I couldn't stop it. I tried - honest to God I tried - but I couldn't stop it." I sat up on the couch and looked over at her and I couldn't make up my mind what to do. She was the woman I had loved and lived with for the past fifteen years, but she was also the slut who had been begging a bunch of black assholes to fuck her. Did I take her in my arms and comfort her or throw her ass out onto the street. In the end I took the middle ground. "Perhaps you better tell me about it." She wiped the tears from her face, blew her nose and began to talk.
She had gotten depressed and found out that she was out of the latest batch of hormone pills that the doctor had prescribed. She called the doctor'' office to get him to call the pharmacy to get a refill authorized, but found out that he was out of the office. She had always considered Dr. Thomas "creepy" and she didn't want to go to him so she called a girlfriend and got the name of her doctor. She called for an appointment and was told to hurry down as there had been a cancellation. She had taken the last of her medication and had gone in to see the doctor. Apparently Zoe didn't give him a thorough enough description of her past history and drug usage and the doctor had given her a prescription for some drugs for depression and then he gave her some office samples. She went into the bathroom and took one of the samples with some water and then had headed for the elevator. Then she either had an allergic reaction to the sample or it had reacted with her regular medication and the next thing she knew she was lying on the floor of the elevator looking up at the ceiling. She could see and she could hear, but she couldn't move or speak coherently.
The elevator stopped at the sixth floor and a tall black man had gotten on. He saw her and bent down and asked her if she was all right. He saw her eyes moving and saw that she was trying to talk, but he couldn't make out what she was saying. He picked her up and carried her back to his office and put her down on the couch. While he was going through her purse looking for information on who he could call another black man came into the room.
"What you got there?"
"I found her lying on the floor of the elevator. She can't talk and doesn't seem to be able to move. I'm trying to find a number that I can call to see what I can find out. Otherwise I guess I'll have to call 911."
"Oh man, don't be doing that."
"Why not?"
"Don't you see man? See be a gift from the god of pussy."
"What do you mean?"
"Look at those eyes man. She be aware of what's going on, but she can't talk or move. How long have you wanted to try white pussy?"
"I hadn't thought of that."
"Think about it man. A good looking white woman who can't say no. Hey man, if we don't do nothing else, lets at least strip her, stick our dicks in her and take a picture or two."
And that's just what they did. At first the two of them just posed with her. Both of them stuck their cocks in her mouth and took Polaroid's. Then one of them worked his cock in her. "God man, she is one tight bitch." A picture was taken and then the other guy pushed his cock in her. Another picture was taken and then the guy who was in her said, "You're right. I ain't never been in a pussy this tight. I don't want to pull out."
"Shit man, you don't have to. You're in her bro, go ahead and fuck her."
For the next hour the two men had taken turns fucking her. Then one of them picked up the phone and called a friend. The friend showed up with a friend and the four of them took turns fucking her. The effects of the medication had begun to wear off, but to Zoe's horror as she got feeling back she found that her body was responding to what the men were doing to her. Another man arrived and she was moved to her hands and knees and the new man took her ass. He didn't do any preparation, but it hadn't hurt much because Zoe didn't have her full feelings back yet, but by the time he was ready to cum she was pushing her butt back at him. One man left, two more arrived and by the time the second one of the new men was fucking her she was pushing her pussy up at him and begging him to make her cum. After that she lost count as men came and men left. Her body was one raw sexual nerve ending that demanded more and more attention. By the time that the drugs had totally worn off all she wanted was more and more sex and she got it.
She heard them call me, hoped that I wouldn't come and see her like that, see her begging a bunch of black men using her as their fuck toy. She begged them to let her go before I got there, but they just laughed and stuck dicks in her mouth to shut her up. Even when I got there she couldn't stop. Her body had total control and was telling her mind to shut the fuck up. When they stopped fucking her and told me to eat her it was the first time since the first black man had entered her that she hadn't had a cock in her. The break gave her mind just enough time to overcome her body and she had asked me to get her out of there.
I believed her of course, probably because I wanted to - had to in fact - if I wanted to keep my marriage. I took the day off work and stayed home to do the best I could to comfort her and settle her down. That afternoon the doorbell rang and I opened the door to find a special messenger with a package for me. I signed for it and took it into the house. I opened it and found a videotape inside. No label on it and without thinking I pushed it into the VCR and hit play. I heard Zoe's intake of breath before I even saw the screen and when I looked I saw Zoe with a cock in her mouth, one in her ass and one in her pussy. She was being held up by two guys and she had a cock in each hand and was doing her best to jack them off while she was being fucked. I quickly punched the stop button, but the damage was done and Zoe got up and ran crying from the room. She slept fitfully that night, but was sound asleep in the morning when I got up to go to work.
I came home that night to an empty house and fear grabbed at my heart at the thought of what that might mean. As if to confirm it the phone rang and I answered it, "Hello?"
"Hey Tom. Just calling to tell you not to worry. She's with us and we will take good care of her and see to it that she gets home safely."
She came in the door at one-thirty in the morning and saw me on the couch waiting. She was wild eyed and shaking and she was shedding her clothes as she came toward me. She was talking in a rush, "Help me baby, help me. I need to get off baby, do me like you did the other night baby, please help me."
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<i>Please note: This story is a continuation of Zoe's Awakening, a different series. It may be best to read that first. However, this can be read as a standalone series, just know that you might not get a few references to other characters. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy!</i>
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The ad had seemed innocent enough, but something about it caught my eye. "Successful businessman seeks personal assistant. Must have experience. More details provided upon receipt of resume. Please contact our office at 555-555-5555 for address." Perhaps it was because the description, while vague, reminded me of Page. I circled it in red pen, intending to call the number as soon as I got home.
I'd been living in Boston for about six weeks at that point, and was in desperate need of a job. My emergency cash fund was alarmingly low, and I hated the idea of having to beg my family for money, especially when they were still reeling from my sudden, unexpected (to them) divorce from Mark.
As soon as I got home, I dialed the number listed in the ad. "Thank you for calling Wilcox Communications, this is Mandy, how may I direct your call?" The chipper voice on the other end of the line recited.
Wilcox Communications. I'd heard that name before. Suddenly, I realized that was the name of the corporation who owned the cable company that I got internet and T.V. service through. I was a little shocked at how such a large and powerful company had printed such a tiny, seemingly insignificant ad in the local paper. I was a little nervous now, and tried to steady my voice as I said, "Yes. Hello. Um. I'm calling about the ad? For a personal assistant?"
A pause, some clicking noises. "I see. Please hold," Mandy said, her voice more businesslike than chipper now.
A few rings, then another female voice, clipped, extremely professional, and - there was no other word for it - sultry: "This is Megan, I understand you're calling about the PA ad? Please tell me your name and qualifications."
Again, I felt nervous and out of my element. "Yes, hi, I'm Zoe. Zoe Wall... Alderly," I caught myself saying my married name and corrected hastily. "To be honest, I don't have much experience as a PA, but I worked for Goodman and Stern, back in Chicago, and..."
Megan cut me off before I could finish. "You can send your resume. Include two pictures, please. One of your face and one of your body."
I gaped at the phone, wanting to spit a nasty retort -What? How dare you! - but instead, I simply opened and closed my mouth like a landed fish. "Um. Ok..." I'd finally choked out, and Megan had simply said "Have a nice day," and hung up, just like that.
It was the strangest phone conversation I'd ever had. I was intrigued.
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The next day, I worked on my resume and took the requested pictures, printed them out, and put everything in a large manila envelope. I felt strange mailing it, but once it was done I had to admit that I was excited and nervous to hear back. I wanted to know more.
Luckily, it only took a few days before my curiosity was satisfied.
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I was at the coffee shop down the street from my apartment when my phone rang, an unknown number flashing on the screen. I normally don't answer numbers I don't know, but something told me it was Wilcox Communications on the other end, and I was compelled to answer.
"Hello?" I hated how eager I sounded. Dammit.
"This is Megan with Wilcox Communications, am I speaking with Zoe Alderly?" That voice again. She really could be a phone sex operator. She sounded like sex dipped in honey, rolled in sugar. It threw me off.
"Yes, that's me. I mean, you're speaking with Zoe." Ugh. So awkward. I could have kicked myself.
"Zoe, Mr. Wilcox would like you to interview for the personal assistant position. Are you available this evening? Around six o'clock?" She asked, still clipped and professional. It almost sounded as if she hoped I'd say no.
"Absolutely. Just tell me where, I'll be there."
A brief pause. "Wilcox Communications building, 123 First Street, 50th floor, the penthouse suite. See you at six."
"Who should I -" Click. Megan ended the call.
I put down my phone and realized I still had no idea what this position would entail. But I was about to find out.
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I decided on a simple black pencil skirt, not too tight or short, but one that clung to the curves of my thighs and butt in all the right places, and a simple, modest blouse in a light pink that complimented my dark hair and eyes. Plain black pumps completed the outfit, and I made sure my long, shiny hair had just the right amount of wave. I didn't overdo the makeup, just enough to bring out my eyes and accentuate my full lips. After several double-checks of my appearance, I finally made it out the door at 5:30, making sure to give myself plenty of time to find the right building.
I had no idea what to expect, but it wasn't the ultra-modern opulence that met me when I arrived that the building. I'd seen it in the distance many times on my walks around Boston, but having never been inside, I didn't realize how incredibly wealthy this corporation was. Glass and steel were the main components of the design, and every immaculately arranged piece of furniture and art screamed luxury.
I got into the elevator and pressed 50, the top level. The penthouse suite. I could only imagine what sort of insane displays of wealth awaited me there, and I was not disappointed. Spread beneath me was an entire floor of carrera marble, and enormous floor-to-ceiling windows all around allowed for breathtaking views of the city. Stepping out of the elevator, I was suddenly ambushed by an incredibly tall, stunningly gorgeous woman. Blonde, blue-eyed, with legs that seemed to go on for miles, she appeared as if from thin air to my right and came to stand in front of me.
"Zoe?" she snapped, arms crossed, looking like the angriest, most beautiful Victoria's Secret Angel there ever was. I felt very small and insignificant in her presence, which I'm sure she had intended. She was dressed in what I call only identify as lingerie. It was definitely not business attire by any stretch of the imagination. I suddenly felt not only small and insignificant, but also seriously over-dressed. Or under. I wasn't sure which, really.
"Yes," I managed to squeak out.
"Hmm," she said, eyeing me like a piece of meat at the butcher's counter. "Short, but pretty enough. I don't know if you're his type, though. I guess we'll find out," she gave a little smirk and turned on her heel. I followed as quickly as possible. The tile was rather slick. Megan must be used to it, I thought, as she walked with confident ease in her towering heels, whereas I was terrified I'd fall at any moment.
We entered through a large arch to the left of the elevator into an adjoining room. It was a massive space, circular, with a recessed sitting area in the middle. Pillows and blankets were strewn everywhere with in the recessed part, making it look as if a giant sleepover had recently taken place. There were a few girls spread around the room, talking, relaxing, idly scrolling on their phones. Each and every one of them was gorgeous. There were all shapes and sizes, but the vast majority of them were blondes. Some were curvy, with hourglass figures and large breasts. Others, small and slim, almost boyish. All of them were in various states of undress, most of them wearing lingerie like Megan. I stood out like a sore thumb in my professional attire, my dark hair and eyes calling lots of unwanted attention to me as I walked in their midst.
I'd been so busying looking at the girls that I hadn't noticed the man until I was almost directly in front of him. He was tall, taller than Megan, and probably at least a foot taller than me, at 5'2". He was imposing, with broad shoulders and the kind of face that, while maybe not the most handsome one you would ever see, was memorable and intriguing. A faint line of stubble stood out on his jaw, and his dark eyes were quick and gave the impression that nothing would escape his shrewd gaze. Megan stood in front of him with her head bowed respectfully until he looked up from the iPad he was staring at, apparently lost in thought.
He spoke, and his voice struck me as oddly familiar. It took me a moment to figure out why, as I knew for a fact I'd never met this man in my life. Then I realized: when he spoke, he had the same steely control that Samuel Page had possessed. He spoke like he knew he was in charge, and that for anyone around him to believe otherwise was a farce. "Megan. Introduce our guest," he said, and his eyes flickered over me with only the slightest hint of interest. He set his tablet down on the table next to him, and rested his hands casually on his thighs.
This whole thing was very, very strange, I decided.
Megan spoke, and I was shocked to hear how small her voice sounded. Demure, simpering. "Sir, this is Zoe Alderly. Your six o'clock interview."
"Thank you, Megan. Sit." It was like he was speaking to a dog, and Megan reacted as such, immediately sitting at Mr. Wilcox's feet.
I watched this whole interaction unfold with a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. This was definitely not a personal assistant job I had applied for, but something was keeping me from sputtering an excuse to leave and running out the door. I think it was the way Mr. Wilcox was staring at me. I had missed being looked at like that. It was intoxicating, and the high I got kept me planted firmly in front of Mr. Wilcox, in his fancy penthouse, wondering what the ever-loving hell I was doing there.
"Zoe," he began smoothly, my name sounding incredibly sexy when he spoke it in his deep, commanding voice. "I'm Scott. Scott Wilcox. I understand that you may have thought you were applying for a position as my PA, and to some extent, that's true...But I'm actually looking for much...more than that. I'm sorry I had to be so vague in the advertisement, but we do have to protect the company's image," he says, and he's clearly a salesman, because I'm starting to think it's not so crazy at all, that's it's totally normal that I'd be here, applying, it seems, to be a prostitute.
I say as much, and Scott laughs heartily. "No, not a prostitute. More like... a concubine, a mistress. A member of my modern harem, if you will," he laughs, his eyes dancing with mirth, making a motion with his hand to indicate all the girls throughout the room.
I continue to stare at him, trying to wrap my brain around this new development. Suddenly I'm all business. The reasons rapid-fire through my brain. I need a job. I'm sure this bigshot pays well, and he's nice to look at. And, admittedly, I don't mind using my sexuality to my advantage. I have Page to thank for that. "I need more specifics," I start, and my suddenly brusque tone seems to surprise Scott. "Salary, benefits, what's expected of me, hours I'm to be available..."
Scott becomes brusque, too, but he's smiling while he looks at me, pulling up the details I've requested on his iPad. I arch my eyebrows at the salary. Whoa. I could afford a place twice as nice as my apartment on that paycheck. Benefits are excellent as well; full medical, dental, vision, life insurance, the whole nine.
"Your job duties are simple, really. As a member of my... household, you'll be expected to be available to me in any way I require from five every afternoon until five every morning except on your days off. Otherwise, your time is yours. You'll have your own lodgings here, a wardrobe provided, as well as any meals while you're in the penthouse. You have two days off a week, Sunday and Monday, and can do anything you like with that time." He says simply, and it sounds pretty perfect. There must be a catch. I decide to ask point-blank.
"So, what's the catch?" I say, my eyes narrowing a bit at him, trying my best to look skeptical and savvy.
He stares at me for a moment, then laughs, a real laugh, his head thrown back, the sound echoing throughout the massive space. Megan looks as if she isn't quite sure what to do. I get the feeling he doesn't laugh much.
Once he recovers, he fixes me with that steady gaze again, the laughter still in his eyes. "Well, my dear, there's really no catch. Unless of course you object to being my possession, used in every possible way you can imagine, forced to have multiple, mind-numbing, body-wracking orgasms every night at my will?"
Megan looks smug, and crosses her arms, staring at me, as if daring me to argue with that.
Admittedly, I'm a little taken aback. And intrigued. And yes, dammit, turned on, slut that I am. I raise my eyebrows. "I see. Is there a contract or something I can look over?"
Another chuckle. "Of course," he holds out a hand, lazily, casually, and Megan scrambles to grab a folder from the briefcase at Scott's feet. She hands it to him, her eyes never leaving his face, searching for acknowledgement and approval. He thanks her without a glance and she shrinks back into her position at his feet.
He leafs through the folder, making sure everything is in order, and hands it to me. It's thick, it seems I'll have quite a bit of reading to do this evening. I shove the folder in my bag and look at Scott.
"Well. I'll just...read over everything here, and...call you, I guess?" I say, not really sure if we're done or not. I shift awkwardly on my feet, feeling exposed under Scott's calculating gaze.
"I like you, Zoe. I'd like it very much if you worked for me. However, I do usually request a full inspection of my new...property, during the initial interview." He grins, and it's warm, coaxing and... hungry.
"Well, I haven't decided whether I'm to become 'your property,'" I spit back, a little more forcefully than I had intended.
Megan looks scandalized, but Scott just continues looking at me evenly, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You make a fair point, Miss Alderly. Go home, then, and read over everything. Come back tomorrow at 6 o'clock if you decide to join the team. And if you do come back, I will take that as your tacit consent to all of the terms listed in that paperwork - so be ready." Like that, I'm dismissed, a casual flick of his wrist indicating that the conversation is over.
As I walk away, I swear I hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone. I don't turn back to check.
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Back at my apartment, I collapse onto the couch with my reading material, interested to find out more about this job, but also knowing that I'll probably end up taking it no matter what. Something about the way Scott had looked at me, about the humor in his eyes, even as powerful as he clearly is, intrigued me. There was no way I was going to pass this up.
Most of the paperwork turned out to be typical Human Resources stuff you'd get for any job - insurance papers to fill out, salary agreements, and a background check form to fill out. Only one set of papers gave any indication that this was an unusual job: an NDA as well as a Sexual Will/Won't/Might list that I was to fill out, with my limits, likes, dislikes, and things I'd be interested in trying. He was nothing if not thorough.
I filled out all the paperwork carefully, making sure I didn't forget a single detail, and went to bed. Little did I know it would be my last night in that apartment.
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I'm strangely restless all day, flitting around my apartment like a hummingbird, folding and re-folding the blankets on my bed, fixing my hair several times, and just feeling generally anxious. Six o'clock can't come soon enough.
I hope I haven't made a huge mistake. All I know is that while I understand that what Page did to me when I was his PA was wrong, I've been craving that high again, in need of the intoxication that being utterly owned - there's really no other word for it - brings.
The elevator doors leading to the 50th floor of the Wilcox Communications building open at six o'clock sharp and I step onto those expensive marble floors, a bundle of buzzing, humming, nervous energy, my blood pounding sluggishly in my veins, my stomach doing odd little flips.
Immediately, Megan is at my side, looking especially predatory, even dressed in a gorgeous, flowing dress the exact same shade of icy blue as her eyes.
"Come with me," she says, turning on her heel and leading me down a corridor to the right of the elevator.
I follow.
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"What the hell are they doing?" My friend, Brad, asked as we pulled up behind a stopped vehicle. The blue Subaru's engine was still running and its two occupants were rummaging around the backseat for something. The driver, a teenage girl, probably not that much older than myself, had turned on the interior light and was apparently bitching at her similar companion.
The night was still young, at only 7 o'clock, but it was all ready pitch black. The dark sky was daintily filled with twinkling stars. A beautiful night for November. Because of the warmish weather, there was a last minute party at the pit, a couple of towns over. Brad and I never miss a pit party.
Being as impatient as he is, Brad honked the horn of his Ford Ranger. The driver of the Subaru looked up from her search and extended a long, gorgeous middle finger. With that, I hopped out the truck and, while walking towards the car, pulled my short, black, tight skirt down a bit, as to not show off my ass to my guy friend. I tapped lightly on the window. I bent over and peered in at the occupants. Two ravishing young girls sat there in the lucky plush seats of the car.
The driver, with the long, curly, brown hair, had extremely lovely, ample breasts. Her white tube top outlined the two hard nubs on her tits easily. I watched in awe as her cleavage appeared disappeared then reappeared as she cranked down her window. She stared at me through the open window, waiting for me to say something. I looked down at her long, tanned legs, sticking out from under a pair of short denim shorts.
Breaking myself away from my extremely vulgar thoughts, I leaned in the window, making sure both of the girls could get a good peek at my own abundant cleavage. I saw the passenger girl stare in shock at my chest. When she realized I knew she was looking, she abruptly raised her head to look at my face. I cunningly gave her a sexy raise of my eyebrow and a lick of my lips, but the driver averted my attention when she began to speak.
"What do you want?" She stared at me through scornful, dark brown eyes. She too, chanced a glimpse at my chest.
"My friend was just wondering if you could possibly move your car from the middle of the road, so we could pass." I left a sticky sweet tone in my voice, hoping the girls would catch some of it dripping from my lips and invite me to join them for a group orgy. Obviously, my attempt was rejected, despite my undying need to touch them both.
"We're sorry." The passenger spoke with an unexpected innocent voice. "We're just trying to find our jackets." This girl was equally as beautiful as the driver, wearing only a skimpy black dress that barely covered her breasts and legs was. She interested me the most, for she returned the sensual tone and made sure I saw her peek at my chest.
The driver followed her companions stare and realized what I was doing. "May I say something?" she said in a much calmer voice than before.
"Go for it." I shrugged while saying this, which gave the girls more cleavage to look at, since my arms were covering up most of it.
"By any chance do you have a twin sister? Because if you did, Alexia and I won't have to fight over you." Her words came out and hit me like a punch in the stomach. Her voice now seeped with the same sensuality that mine had earlier.
I wasn't prepared for that question. Alexia, presumably the other girl, gave me a mischievous smile and bit her bottom lip. All I could do was stand there and stutter like a fool for over a minute. Brad honked the horn, which set me free from my speechlessness. I looked over at him sitting in the truck. He tapped his wrist, which indicated that it was time for us to go.
"Um…well…I should probably go now." I started to turn and walk away, but the driver caught my arm.
"Wait!" I stopped and looked down at her hand wrapped around my arm. She had black finger nail polish; black is my favorite color. I turned back around to face the car and leaned down to the window again. "We can give you a ride." She smiled an innocent, very cute smile, exposing perfect, white teeth. Her brown eyes had a much softer glow now and she seemed like an ok person and not the bitch that she first appeared to be.
I stood there, puzzled, yet somewhat relieved because I didn't want to leave them. "Let me just talk to my friend really quick." I scrunched up my eyebrows as I walked towards the truck, wondering what genius excuse I could give Brad.
"Brad, would you mind deeply if I went with them?" I gave him my little girl look, thinking that would work better than any excuse I could possibly give. "Please?" I resorted to begging when I saw that my cuteness wasn't affecting him in any way.
"No way, Zoe. You just met these people, what? 2 minutes ago?" He looked at me again and I bit my bottom lip. His face softened and he sighed. "If you wind up in a ditch tomorrow, it's not my fault and don't ever say I didn't warn you." He handed me my bag, which contained nothing more than a few "happy pills" and some makeup.
"Oh thank you!" I jumped in the truck to hug him and give him a kiss on his cheek. I giggled as I slammed the door and ran back to the waiting Subaru. I ignored the fact that my skirt was slipping in an upwards direction and showing Brad a bit more than I usually let him see.
I nodded to the driver and she turned around and unlocked the back door. "Welcome aboard!" She greeted me as I climbed in the back. "Where to?" she looked at me through the rear view mirror.
"Well, I live with Brad, the guy in the truck. Therefore I don't have to be home anytime soon." I was trying to hint rather obviously that I wanted to go back to their place. I smiled at Alexia when she turned around and looked at me. Her blue eyes scanned my entire body. I shivered just thinking about the possibilities of the night. I felt my nipples become erect while the rest of my body gathered hoards of goosebumps.
"Why don't we go back to TJ's?" Alexia suggested to the driver, continuing to look me over.
"Who's TJ?" This struck my interest for two reasons: 1) TJ usually is a guy's name and 2) 'place' is another name for house.
"TJ is my brother. We're staying at his house for now. We're visiting from Pennsylvania." The driver informed me as the car turned onto a small side road.
"Is he going to be home?" I leaned in between the bucket seats and put my arms up on the backs of either seat.
"No, he's visiting an old college "buddy" in Portland. I really don't think we introduced ourselves to you properly. I'm Holiday Richardson, but my friends call me Holly. This is Alexia Ferrel, my best friend in the whole world." Holly looked over at Alexia and smiled. Alexia smiled back and we drove on through the warm, November night.
We drove for about a half an hour, towards the peninsula where I live. In that short time, I learned through body movements, more than conversation, that Alexia and Holly really were "best friends". Through simple conversation, I found out that they were both 19, the same as me. The girls told me of how they had known each other their whole lives and even lived next door to one another back in Philly. I noticed that Alexia liked to run her fingers through her short blonde hair a lot. She did it at least twenty times in that half-hour.
We made a turn onto a heavily forested, dirt road. It was extremely dark and I started wondering if it actually led somewhere. It did, eventually. After about 5 minutes, we were idling in front of an old house. It looked like a cabin more than anything else. Holly put the car in park and turned off the engine. The cabin stood dark and eerie looking, in the deeply wooded area. Both of the girls got out of the car. I followed slowly, thinking of just how old this place was. Alexia unlocked the front door. While she fiddled with the latch, I saw Holly follow a trail of goosebumps starting at my neck and going deep down into my tight black tanktop.
We walked into the pitch-black cabin. Alexia reached across my chest and flicked on the light switch on the wall next to me. As her arm returned to its former position, at her side, she lightly grazed across my breasts. I looked over at her and she smirked a little then moved over to the couch. The cabin wasn't very big, but it was cozy. The tiny living room was filled mostly by a large fireplace against the wall and a plush couch sat in front of it. Holly showed me the kitchen while Alexia lit the brick fireplace. The kitchen was actually larger than what I would've expected for a cabin. A round table was placed in the corner upon which, sat a bottle of red wine and a couple of candles. Instead of showing me their bedroom upstairs, Holly sat me down on the couch.
"I should go straighten up a bit before I allow you to see MY room!" Alexia said emphasizing that it was her room. She trotted up the carpeted stairs and out of sight. This left Holly and me alone in front of a blazing fireplace.
"You look kind of tense." Holly stated her observation casually and scooted closer to me on the couch.
"Well, I just met the two of you. I guess I'm a bit nervous. I usually am when I first meet people." I laced and unlaced my fingers while I talked and made sure to never make eye contact.
"You can relax. It's just us. Pretend as if you've always known us your whole life. We're friendly people, and we want you to be our new best friend, Zoe." She turned my torso away from her and started kneading my shoulders. The feeling was sensational. I loved receiving massages, especially from perky little girls like Holly. "Just relax." Her voice was soothing.
I closed my eyes and imagined the three of us having a night of wild, kinky sex. Holly interrupted my thoughts, however, when she slid the straps of my tanktop and bra off my shoulders. I must of let out a little gasp of surprise because she told me it was just easier to massage without things in the way. I relaxed a little then, letting her hands send my thoughts to a warm, damp mist of fantasies.
Holly abruptly stopped rubbing my shoulders, when Alexia started down the stairs. I turned around and watched with sheer delight as she came down the stairs in nothing more than a little red towel. I thought my jaw was going to go straight down to the floor, for I had never seen a half-naked woman in front of me before.
"I'm going to take a shower." She walked over towards the couch then leaned over the back of it. I got loads of cleavage right in my face. Oh, how I wanted to grab her tits and pinch her nipples so hard that she would scream...
"Want company?" Holly put her hand on top of Alexia's and was sincerely serious about it, even though I truly thought it was meant to be funny.
"What? You mean…you two…?" I couldn't quite come right out and ask if they were in fact lesbians, I had barely known them for an hour.
"Lesbians? No, neither of us are. We are, however, bisexual. I guess that's close enough, but we could never live without dick." Alexia laughed and I shyly giggled along with her.
"Come with me. I have to give you something." Holly grabbed my arm and hauled me up the stairs. At the top of the landing, were three doors. She explained to me that the one on the left was Alexia's bedroom and the one directly in front of us was TJ's bedroom. We entered the door on the right, which was her room.
The room was small, I must say. There was a queen size bed taking up most of the room and then a small dresser and a desk in the corner. She took me over to the closet on the other side of her room. She opened the doors and took out a towel. I gave her a funny expression as she handed it to me.
"You're taking a shower with us." I liked the way she demanded this of me.
"But I wouldn't feel right about it." I felt my face get bright red with embarrassment, as it always did when the thought of others seeing my naked body came to mind.
"Please? We'll have fun, I promise." She leaned towards me and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. After trying to find another plausible excuse, I nodded my head and we went back downstairs. Alexia was in the bathroom, testing the water, while still in her towel.
My heart was racing and my stomach was all tied in knots. I couldn't believe this was really happening. I had dreamt about this moment all my life and here it was, happening to me. To top it all off, it was with two gorgeous women that made me feel as if they had been my best friends forever. The bathroom was large also. I was glad to see the shower stall was extra large so we could move around, if necessary.
"Well, the water seems to be just right." Alexia said. She flicked a bit of water on Holly and giggled playfully.
Holly began undressing. I slowly took off my shoes then my skirt. I didn't want to miss watching Holly in all of her wonders. She unbuttoned her jean shorts and pulled them down. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. She was sporting a pair of silky red panties. I removed my tanktop, which left me standing in a matching, black, bra and panty set.
"Cute." Alexia said to me. She bit her bottom lip again and looked me up and down. I could almost read her thoughts they were so sinful.
"Thanks." My face turned pinkish again. That soon ended when I watched Holly remove her tube top. Her breasts swung free and were larger than they had appeared under that tight white top. My mouth watered and I had to fight with myself to keep my hands from grabbing her. She then removed her silky red panties. She had dark hair upstairs and down. I wanted so bad to touch her and to taste her. My tongue moved in my closed mouth, pretending it was lapping up her juices around her clit.
Alexia dropped her towel as I took off my bra. She, too, was a large breasted girl. They were perfectly round and smooth. Her tanned skin looked so soft and silky, I wanted to caress her. My hormones went crazy when I saw her shaved pussy. My juices started flowing and I felt the heat grow between my legs. My nipples were at full salute after witnessing this sight. They both stepped into the shower. I quickly removed my panties and followed them.
Alexia got underneath the spray of water first and let it soak her hair. She lifted her arms and ran her fingers through it. Just watching her like that made me want to become a full-blown lesbian, but I still could never resist sucking a nice, hard cock. She moved aside and picked up a bottle of body soap. Holly got under the water and got completely wet while Alexia squirted a bit of the soap onto a shower puff thing.
"Zoe, will you wash my back for me?" She handed me the shower puff and I gently rubbed it all over her smooth back. She lifted her hair so I could wash her shoulders and neck also. I looked down at her round, firm ass and thought about Brad. I knew how much he loved to fuck young women's twats. Alexia turned around and faced me. She looked at me with those heavenly blue eyes. "Do you want to wash the front too?" She desperately begged me with her eyes to touch her.
Holly was standing behind her and reached around Alexia's back and started massaging her breasts. Alexia put her arms up and placed them against the walls of the shower so they wouldn't be in the way of Holly's fondling. Pretty soon, Holly reached forward, pressing her wet body hard against Alexia's and grabbed my hand. Without much resistance on my part, she placed my hand on the girl's right breast. Her skin was as smooth as silk and softer than a baby's butt. Her nipples were erect, of course, and bigger than I ever thought nipples could possibly be.
I stood there, nude, wet and with my hand on a woman's naked breast. My mind was still overwhelmed from all of this happening to me. I caressed her slowly, as if checking to make sure she was real. Her moans grew loader as my hands delved deeper into the chest massage. Holly still stood behind her. Her free hand had found the slit between her own legs and wiggling about madly while she roughly ran her other hand over Alexia's tit. Alexia reached out and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down to her tits.
"Suck it!" I obeyed her instantly. When my lips came in contact with her hard nipples, I became more aroused than ever before. Even more so than when I gave my ex-boyfriend head. I sucked and bit her nipples, becoming more ferocious with every moan she gave.
"Oh god! I'm cumming!" Holly yelled still playing with Alexia's tit. She stopped fingering herself and turned Alexia around. Her nipple was torn roughly from my mouth's grasp. She winced a little bit but forgot about it. The two girls started kissing passionately. Alexia had her hands wrapped in Holly's hair while Holly placed her hands on Alexia's ass. Holly's kisses trailed down Alexia's neck and she kissed her shoulders lightly. All of a sudden, both of them stopped and turned towards me. They looked at me with lustful eyes. I swallowed nervously and the butterflies in my stomach were flapping their wings more vigorously.
"Go wait in my room, Zoe." Alexia said. She reached behind my head and pulled me close to her. Her lips met mine softly at first. Her kiss got harder then disappeared. "Go." She slapped my ass as I turned and exited the shower stall. I ran to her room, grabbing my towel from the bathroom sink first. I tripped going up the stairs because I was so excited. I reached her door and twisted the knob slowly. The heavy wooden door swung open and what was inside frightened me at first.
Alexia's room had no windows and was almost completely dark, even with the light on. In the middle of the room, was a bed. Not a normal bed, though. It had chains with handcuffs hanging down from the canopy and leather restraints at the head and footboards. Next to the bed was a stand. A bottle of raspberry scented body lotion and another pair of handcuffs were placed next to a picture of a guy. A cabinet sat in the corner, half-open. I walked across the room and opened it all the way. An array of whips and dildos were there. I then understood why they hadn't wanted me in there earlier.
I heard the giggling of the girls as they made their way up the stairs. I closed the cabinet and stood next to the bed. They entered the room with a slutty strut that made my mouth water. They were both still naked and dripping water on the dark red carpet. Alexia went to light candles around the room and Holly approached me. She softly caressed my cheek. Her dark brown eyes hypnotized mine with their soft glow. She took my hand and sat me down on the bed.
"We have a lot in store for you tonight, Zoe." She gently pushed me down onto the bed and let her hand glide from my cheek down the length of my entire body. A shiver ran swiftly down my spine and my body collected goosebumps again. She bent down and lightly kissed my breasts. She let her kisses trail down my stomach to the triangular patch of dark hair. While I was in total heaven with Holly, I didn't notice that Alexia had come over and attached my wrists and ankles to the leather straps at either end of the bed. When Holly ceased her delightful kissing, reality struck me. I was tied down to a bed, naked, at complete mercy to two nude women. How much better could this night get?
"Don't be alarmed, Zoe, I'm going to blindfold you now." Alexia's soft voice spoke somewhere behind me. Then everything went black as she placed a black, cotton blindfold across my eyes. Two pairs of hands ran across my body, stopping at times to play with my breasts or tease my clit with their fingers.
Everything stopped all at once. I listened but didn't hear them anywhere and I couldn't see a thing. After what seemed like an eternity, one of the girls returned with something soft. It tickled my tits as she playfully teased me with this unknown object. I presumed it was a feather because of its lightness and softness. While the girl teased me with the feather, the other girl adjusted the chains holding my ankles at the end of the bed. She let out a little slack so I could put my knees up.
"Open your mouth." I wasn't sure as to who said this because it was in such a low whisper. I did as I was told though and soon enough I had a plump nipple shoved into my mouth. I sucked and licked on it, biting in places as I heard that the girl liked this very much. She moaned and abruptly removed her tit from my mouth and promptly replaced it with the other. Her hands caressed my breasts as I sucked on her.
She second girl had placed herself in a position with her head down near my pussy. She played with my clit using her fingers and that made me suck on the girl's tit harder. I felt the wet goodness of a tongue licking up my juices and flicking at my sensitive clit. I let out a muffled moan and licked at the nipple in my mouth some more. Then, the girl who was on top of me, pulled out her nipple and got off the bed. The girl who was pleasing me with her tongue, stopped and also left the bed. I think they must have switched places because the breasts that were shoved in my face this time weren't as big as before. This of course also gave away their identity. Holly had slightly smaller breasts than Alexia, but it didn't matter much to me. I heard something like the snapping of buttons and wondered what Alexia was up to now.
"Get off of her. I want to have some fun." I heard her say to Holly. Holly left and Alexia crawled on top of my body. I felt something cold and hard against my stomach as she leaned over and kissed me. Her tongue opened my lips and entered my mouth. Our tongues played with one another before she stopped. That cold hard thing was roaming around my clit now. From the feel of it, I thought it was a dildo. Then Alexia reached down and stuck her index finger as far inside of me as she possibly could. She then removed it and placed two fingers inside of me. She pumped her fingers in and out, getting me as wet as possible. She then proceeded to stick the dildo inside of me. She reached down before it was completely in me and turned it on. It started vibrating and we moaned together. She pumped it into me brutally. She had it attached to her, and she was also getting off from it. This was, in my opinion, so much better and safer than real sex, with a real dick.
Alexia's body started quivering above me as she reached her climax. "Oh baby! Oh God, yes! Ohhh!" Her screams of pleasure aroused me even more. There was nothing I liked better than the sound of a woman approaching orgasm.
"Oh yeah, Alexia! Come for me baby! Oh yeah, baby!" My own orgasm was enveloping me in a wave of pure heavenly desire. My body was growing hotter with Alexia's every pump into me. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I wanted so badly to look at this beautiful creature on top of me, but the blindfold disallowed me to do so.
Our moans overlapped each others and both our bodies shook uncontrollably as we came together. Alexia collapsed onto my breasts and panted for a few seconds, catching her breath. The vibrator was no longer inside of me but was still on, for I could feel the pulsation against my leg. She reached down and turned it off.
"Are you ready for some more?" Holly came to my side and flicked my left nipple with her tongue. Her other hand caressed my inner left thigh. Alexia had gotten up and was behind Holly now. Holly reached up and took the blindfold from my eyes. They were the two most ravishing women I had ever seen before. Both of them were on their knees, next to the bed. Alexia reached around and grabbed Holly's breasts. She began rolling her nipples between her fingers and Holly leaned her head back against Alexia's shoulder and let out a soft moan.
"Well, Zoe? Do you want some of this?" Alexia ran her right hand down Holly's stomach and massaged her mound, which was glistening with her own juices. Holly turned around and the two girls locked in a passionate kiss. Holly had her hands wrapped in Alexia's blond hair while Alexia ran her hands over Holly's back and young, firm ass. The sight of their breasts squished together while they made out in front of me turned me on more than I thought it would. I admit, I always got rather horny from watching two girls make out in movies, but this was even better.
"Please…" I started to speak, but I couldn't seem to find any words in my head, only images of Holly and Alexia.
Holly looked over at me. "What is it? Tell us what you want and you will receive." They had their arms around one another and glared at me with their sexy eyes burning with passion.
I squirmed on the bed, wishing someone were playing with me, bringing me to yet another climax. "I think she likes it when she watches us, Alex." Holly caressed Alexia's tits as she said this.
"I agree. Why don't we put on a little show for her?" The girls lay down on the carpet next to each other. They started touching each other and fondling one another. They giggled softly as they fingered each others clits. Holly sucked and licked Alexia's right tit. Her kisses trailed slowly down Alexia's stomach. Alexia moaned and held Holly's head in place as she began licking her clit.
I wanted so desperately to be fucked or at least have a free hand to finger myself with. Things looked to be heating up to the hottest of temperatures. Just as the two girls on the floor were about to get into a 69 position, we heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
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I was surfing online a couple months when I stumbled upon a website talking about the upcoming "Nude Day" on July 14. I thought it must be a joke but I did some Googling and was happy to see that it was real. It sounded like a good excuse to take my exhibitionism to the next level.
I've always loved being looked at. On a hot day I enjoy putting on a tight camisole style top that hugs my breasts, short shorts and absolutely no underwear. I head downtown to the concrete jungle where it's busy and just stroll around. Sometimes I glitz it up with Louis Vuitton sunglasses, a small Burberry handbag and high heels. I would be right at home in Cannes. Other times I would dress more simply with white anklets and runners. If I know there's a chance of being "caught" in the rain, I wear white.
After about an hour I'm usually completely drenched. My blond hair which goes down to the middle of my back is soaked, I feel drops of sweat rolling down the crack of my ass and there's a wet triangle both between my breasts and also between my crotch.
The camel toe wet patch is not just because of sweat. At the start of my walk, I get furtive glances from all the men. I know that they're looking at me sideways as I pass, usually at my perky breasts. Behind me I can feel their eyes staring at my firm round ass.
However, after an hour, it's flagrant. They openly stare me up and down. I see them moisten their lips with their tongues and I know they're just wishing they could put them around my hard nipples which would be sticking out.
By this time, it's not just the men who are staring. Most of the women are staring too. Some in anger and outrage -- the jealous ones who see the affect I'm having on their husbands and boyfriends. They're the minority. Actually, the majority of women have the same reaction as the men. The lust in their eyes gives it away. That's the main cause of the lower wet spot.
I feel high with the power I have over people. It's incredible. Right then and there, most of them would give me anything I want if I'd just give them what they want. I'm not really afraid of anyone trying to take what they want. I'm 5' 8" with an athlete's build and I've learned how to defend myself thanks to my black belt in Jiu-Jitsu that my parents forced me to earn. That combined with the fact that my teasing normally happens in crowded areas.
Usually I just meander around strutting my stuff. However, I remember one time last month I saw a beautiful brunette with long hair at a bus stop in a white halter top and a black mini-skirt. She had a nice tan, with no tan lines visible and silky smooth skin.
She had on a back pack so I figured she was a college student. She was watching me intently. I stared into her eyes as I passed her and after 10 feet I stopped and turned around and looked back. Yes she was still staring at me. We locked eyes again and I walked slowly on, intentionally putting a tiny bit more wiggle in my step.
I glanced in a store front window to make sure she was following me and I started looking around for somewhere a bit secluded. On a side street that seemed to have less pedestrians I noticed that there was a nook by a bookstore that had closed down. It seemed perfect. There were still cars going by once in a while but that was ok.
I went to the nook and stood with my back to the street staring into the empty store. I watched her approaching in the reflection of the glass. She came up behind me and just stood there. I felt her breathing on the back of my neck. Even in the heat her breath was hot.
She kissed my neck and a shiver went down my spine. While I regularly got people worked up with my teasing, I'd never let it lead anywhere -- so I was a bit nervous. I mostly dated guys. I like the feeling of a real dick ramming into my pussy. However, I do occasionally make it with a girl and I love that too. They know where to put their hands, how hard to squeeze my nipples and when to suck my pussy slowly and when to pick up the pace.
She put her hands around my waist, under my top and onto the bare skin of my stomach. I pushed my ass backwards and rubbed myself against her. I turned around, paused a second as we stared into each other's eyes and kissed her on the lips which were salty from her sweat. As I explored her mouth I noticed she tasted like a Cherry Passion tic-tac.
I lifted the front of her skirt and smiled when I saw a pair of Victoria's Secret cotton panties. I had a pair just like them that I wear when I want to make an impression while taking them off.
I reached down and stroked my fingers along her inner thighs.
"No more teasing!" she said. "Who knows how long we have before some fucking prude takes it upon themselves to interfere."
I reached into her panties and found that she, like me, was clean shaven and sopping wet. I pulled my hand out and tasted her. "Hmm." I reached back in and this time immediately inserted my middle finger into her pussy.
She inhaled sharply and pushed her hips forward and down instinctively.
"Do it!" she said.
I brought my finger slowly out and then pushed it back in. I did that a few times and then I started to rub her clitoris, slowly at first. I kissed her all over her face as I began to move faster and faster. When I felt like she was about to come I went for her lips. I pulled her lower pouty one into my mouth and bit down until I tasted blood. She came with such a force I had to grab her back with my left hand while locking my right on her cunt.
Her spasms continued for a full minute. She leaned her head forward and rested it on my shoulder for a few seconds of recovery.
"I hope we still have enough time," she said.
"If anyone tries to stop us, I will kill them!" I said and I wasn't joking. The blood was boiling in my veins. I was so focused on our moment in time that I gave a small jump when I suddenly noticed a face staring at us through the side glass.
It was the handsome face of a dapper little gentleman with graying hair. He was staring intently at us. He backed away to the front window never taking his eyes off of us looking afraid that we would disappear like a wisp of smoke or a daydream. He let the blinds down so that they blocked the full front showcase window.
He came back and dropped the pants of his suit and the underwear quickly followed. He seemed to be reasonably well endowed. In another time and place I might have let him join us. At his age I doubted that he took part in too many sexual adventures anymore. I felt like I was almost performing a public service.
I exchanged a smile and I turned my attention back to my college nymphet. She sucked my breast through my top and gently bit my nipple. I braced my hands against the glass sides with my left hand level with our audience's penis. He moved the head of his cock to touch the glass where my hand was and started to pump while cupping his balls.
College girl looked around and must have decided it was safe. She stooped down and pulled my shorts down around my ankles. The cool breeze on my exposed pussy felt lovely.
The voyeur's mouth just hung open and I could see his tongue making licking motions.
My pretty was doing the same but her tongue was in my fuck hole. She started licking me. The sight of her head between my legs, the masturbator watching us and the open street along which a car whizzed by every once in a while was intoxicating.
I pushed my hips into her face as she licked my pussy faster. I didn't think I could hold on much longer. She went for my clitoris, alternating between sucking it and flicking it with her tongue.
As I came I saw the window was being splattered with jism at the same time. This was definitely up there in the ten best orgasms of my life.
"Lick me clean please," I said.
She did as I asked. I pulled up my shorts, leaned down and first kissed her lips and then the window where he had soiled it. I held my mouth open on it for a few seconds while he rubbed his cock on the other side of the glass.
We both stood up, smiled at him and stepped back into the sun of the real world.
I kissed her again on the mouth and then started to walk away.
"Wait, we don't even know each other's names," she said.
Without breaking stride I turned my head and answered, "You're right," and continued walking.
Much as I would have liked to get to know her and explore the rest of her body I knew that I wanted to keep this special and not taint it with any ensuing "ordinariness".
I headed for the crowded subway as I decided to leave my Audi TT downtown. I felt like torturing people with the scent of sweat mixed with wild sex with the occasional pressing of my body against a random stranger as the train came to a stop at a station.
*** I thought about what had just happened. That was the first time I had displayed a part of my naked body in public and I had liked it. I decided it was time to make some plans for July 14th.
As it was a Saturday, I didn't have to wake up early but did so anyway. Celebrating "Nude Day" at work might have been interesting, what with that lithe Carrie in accounting and Frank-the-ripped intern.
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and only a few wisps of cloud were to be seen anywhere -- perfect for my plans.
For a warm up, I decided to take a walk in my back yard in my birthday suit. My neighbour, Jim, was a 32 year old high school teacher. He was living on his own for now but he was engaged to be married in the fall to a stuck up French-Canadian librarian. I have to admit though that she was pretty hot. I would sometimes fantasize about making her my sex slave after they got married and she moved in.
Jim was also good looking and by the way he looked at me it was obvious he appreciated my body. On a number of occasions I had caught sight of him in an upstairs window looking at me through binoculars while I sunbathed in a thong bikini on my deck.
My back yard is pretty secluded as I have a couple acres of land with a lot of trees. Jim's house is the only one with a view of my back yard.
As I left my gazebo, I made a point of banging the door closed in the hope that he would hear and take a peek. I walked the length of my property and as I walked back I was pleased to see a brief glint in an upper story window. It was too bright for me to see inside from here but I knew he was there.
I stopped where I figured he'd have the best view and then started to do some stretching. First my arms, my neck and my sides. I turned around, did my quads, some lunges and finally spread my legs and touched the ground. This would give him a perfect view of my pussy and I sure both of us were imagining him taking me from behind doggy-style.
I keep a bottle of sunscreen in a container in a shaded part under my deck. I got it out and started applying it to my face and arms. I spent some extra time on my breasts caressing them slowly and pinching the nipples.
I was sure by now Jim was stroking himself. I did my tummy, my butt, my legs, finishing up with my inner thighs. I slipped my middle finger into my pussy. I grabbed a lawn chair and sat down facing Jim. I spread my legs and put each one on the arm of a chair. I put my head back and let my hair hang down the back.
Looking through half slit eyes I could now see that Jim had made his way to their bay window and was completely naked with one hand holding his binoculars and the other pumping away. I inserted first one, then two and finally three fingers into my pussy. I've never tried fisting like I've seen some girls online do. I pushed them in, all the way in.
Jim seemed to like -- he was stroking even faster. I also sped up. I always enjoyed watching someone else masturbate. It didn't take long for me to feel the pressure start to build. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I didn't really want to share my orgasm with the whole street -- just a select few. I came and enjoyed every second of it. Looking up I saw as Jim started spewing. His eyes were closed so I sat up and waited.
When he opened his eyes he saw me staring at him. His face seemed to flush even redder. I blew him a kiss, got up, waved goodbye and headed inside. I thought I heard him say, "You're amazing Zoe!" No arguments from me.
I drank a glass of cool water. Orgasms make me thirsty. I get thirsty a lot. I had a good breakfast. I was planning on making the most of "Nude Day" and needed my strength.
It was time for the next adventure.
I went upstairs and put on a tank top. I bunched up the bottom and tied it in a knot so that it just covered my breasts. I figured that the top with a pair of shoes was enough of a compromise on "Nude Day". I grabbed my purse, sunglasses and keys and headed to my car.
I put the top down and drove out of the garage.
*** The previous week, as part of my planning, I had scouted out a local fast food joint with a drive through. I was called "Dogs R Us". I was surprised they hadn't been sued to change their name. I'd dropped in about the same time last Saturday and ordered a lemonade. The kid at the counter who seemed about eighteen was kind of cute and I felt sure that I left him with a hard-on. I was hoping he'd be on duty again today.
I pulled up to the impersonal machine where you place your order and asked, "I'm hungry, so what's your biggest sausage?"
"That would be our King Kong, ma'am. It'll fill you up, don't you worry," came the reply and I was happy to hear that it was the voice of my cutie. Didn't like the "ma'am" comment though. I'm only twenty-three but I guess to an eighteen year old that might seem like ages.
"Would you like the meal with that?"
"Yes please. Large fries and a large Coke. Also a large bottle of water -- I get thirsty."
"That'll be $12.50. Please drive up to the window."
As I pulled level with the pay window, I handed him a twenty.
He could only see the upper part of my body but it was enough to make his eyes bulge a bit. I was betting that it wasn't the only thing bulging.
As he handed me my change I said, "With the line-up behind me how about I go park and you bring it to me?" with an emphasis on the "you".
He looked up behind my car and saw that it was completely empty. He looked back to me and stammered, "Uh...yes ma'am. Of course."
I pulled away. The parking was at the rear. I reversed into my spot. It was an open field behind me and I was facing the wall of the restaurant -- the back of the kitchen. There wasn't anyone else around as it was only 11am. I opened a newspaper and pretended to be reading.
After about ten minutes I saw him come out with my order. I folded the newspaper and put it in my lap. As I took the paper bag I said, "Let me check the order." I took the fries out of the bag and dropped them on the ground. Next the bread of the hot dog -- I kept the sausage. Last was the Coke. "Ooops," I said.
The confused look on his face was charming. "Go tell them that you need to come out to clean this mess -- get someone you trust to cover for you in case it takes a little longer than you anticipate."
With that I lifted my newspaper to start reading again. This exposed my bottom naked half to him. He froze in shock staring into my crotch.
Into the silence I said, "We don't want them to start wondering where you are..."
"Pete," he said.
"Pete. Now go do as I said. I don't have all day."
Pete did as he was told. He hurried but was trying not to run. I was hot thinking about what I was going to be doing soon. I started to rub my pussy which got the juices flowing. After a few minutes he came back with perhaps every cleaning product in the store.
"I told them that you were allergic to something in the sausage and threw up but that you agreed that if I cleaned it up, including your car, you'd be willing to just forget about it."
"Well, well, well, you're a smart boy Pete," I said smiling. "That should give us a good fifteen minutes. Let's see what -- I mean whom -- we can get done in that time."
He blushed.
"Now pretend you're sweeping up what's on the ground."
He dropped all the other stuff on the ground except for the broom and started to sweep. His eyes were fixed inside my car as I opened my legs and picked up the sausage. It had cooled down enough by now. It was almost two inches in diameter and about a foot long -- perfect for my needs.
I picked up the sausage and performed oral sex on it. I took it out and looking Pete in the eye, slowly inserted it about half way into my pussy. I pulled it out and pushed it back in a couple times and then put it in front of Pete's mouth.
"Bite it," I said.
Pete didn't need to be told twice. He first sucked two inches of it and then bit off one inch.
Back in to my pussy went the sausage. We did this a couple more times and then I shoved King Kong all the way into my snatch.
"Out of the way," I said. Pete stepped aside.
I opened the door and turned to put my feet on the ground as wide apart as I could.
"Now finish me off."
Pete dropped the broom and got onto his knees. He made quick work out of the sausage sticking out until his lips reached mine. He used his tongue to then lick me from my anus up across my pussy to my clitoris. He sucked it for a second and then he sucked a bit of the sausage out, bit it, chewed and swallowed.
He pushed his hands up and under my top so that he could squeeze my breasts .
"Suck them!" I said.
He exposed the nipples and alternated between sucking one and squeezing the other. He seemed to know what he was doing and I almost came. I put my hands on his head and pushed him back onto my cunt. I hoped that the dog would finish soon so Pete could just focus on my pussy. He must have read my mind as he sucked some out and chewed and sucked and chewed.
"Now you're done eating the doggy, eat the pussy!"
He started rotating his tongue around the sides of my pussy lips. It felt good. He started flicking my pussy with his tongue. He started to suck me slowly. Normally I'd be happy to take it slow, but to be honest, having cunnilingus performed on me in my car in public with an eighteen year old fast food employee who was going to be missed from his job soon was not for me "normal".
"Kid, I'm ready to explode and if you want to have a chance for me to milk you, I'd suggest you pick up the pace." If he insisted in calling me ma'am, well then I could return the favour.
I wrapped my legs around his head and pulled him into me.
For the second time today I felt myself building to orgasm.
With his ears covered, he couldn't hear me going, "Ahh, ahh, ahh." As I got close, I started bucking my hips while holding onto his head with my hands. I came hard into his mouth and held onto him while I went through my aftershocks.
I released him from my headlock and he looked up. He had a big grin on his face. I think he was proud of himself. I smiled too.
"Ok, drop 'em," I said.
He wasted no time jumping to his feet, unbuckling his jeans and dropping them and his jockeys. A nice seven inch cock popped out.
I sat up and cupped his balls with my left hand. I massaged them a bit. I took his prick into my right and started to pump slowly.
"Oooooh," he said.
I leaned forward and took the head of his penis into my mouth. I rolled my tongue around his cock, pumped him a few more times and then took him all the way into my mouth. I like the taste of cock and pre-cum. I started pumping faster when we heard someone yell, "Pete, you coming soon?"
Pete answered truthfully, "Yeah, I'm coming!"
I picked up the pace another notch alternating between pumping and giving him a blow job.
Pete leaned onto my car. "Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming!" he started to shout.
"I heard you the first time," the voice replied and with that Pete exploded into my mouth. I pumped every last drop out of him and swallowed it all. When he had recovered, he leaned over and kissed me on my mouth.
"Pete?"
"One more minute!" It took him all of thirty seconds to clean up the food that had fallen on the ground.
"So, would you like another meal ma'am to make up for the one that fell?"
"No thanks. I almost never eat junk food."
"I know what you mean."
"Really kid?"
"Oh totally. This job just helps me pay for university. I'm actually a strict vegetarian."
"But..."
"But the customer is always right ma'am," he said smiling. "Please do come again." I cracked open my bottle of water and watched as Pete set off back to work carrying his load of cleaning materials. I was very happy with how my "Nude Day" plans were working out.
*** I needed to recuperate a bit before my final romp of the day. I drove forty five minutes to the beach. For a fifteen minute stretch there's usually not too much traffic and I chanced it and took my top off too. Driving completely naked in the open under the sun with the warm breeze was invigorating. Nude Day or not I suspected I would be doing this again in the future. Once or twice an eighteen wheeler passed going the other. They would slow down, wave and honk their horns. I wondered if there was a standard way to great naked girls driving on the road.
At the beach, I parked in a secluded spot under the shade of a palm tree. The night before I'd packed lunch and put it in a cooler on the floor of the passenger seat. I pulled out my wrap and devoured it. I was hungry. I ate an apple and a banana and finished the water bottle Pete had sold me.
I put my seat back and closed my eyes and listened to the sea. I was far enough way that the sound of the people on the beach didn't disturb me. I rested a good forty five minutes. I drove up to the beach-side parking and waited for someone to leave. It took a another twenty minutes before a spot opened up. It was perfect though as it afforded me an unrestricted view of my targets.
I feasted my eyes on the sunbathers, the volleyballers, the sand castle builders, the muscle men and everyone else enjoying themselves and putting themselves on show. There were hot babes and firm dudes all over. I was looking for a guy because I didn't want Nude Day to end without a dick inside my pussy.
There was a lot of variety but I settled on a tall blond fellow, with what appeared to be blue eyes, a well kept mustache and beard and well proportioned muscles. Though no Arnold Schwarzenegger he still reminded me of a Viking. Sporting a red swimsuit for some reason Baywatch came to my mind.
I waved him over. Just before he would be able to see into the car I said, "Get in!"
"Excuse me..." he started but trailed off as he saw me from the waist down.
"I said, 'Get in!'"
He paused another second and then started to open the passenger side door.
"Leif, where do you think you're going?" asked a female voice.
I looked past Leif and saw a five foot nothing feisty little redhead carrying two drinks in her hands with a cross looking expression on her freckled face. She had a nice body which could be appreciated in her two piece designer bikini.
My Viking's complexion turned the colour of little miss angry's red hair.
"Allie, I uh..."
He looked confused and embarrassed. After a moment though he had a little twinkle in his eye. He headed over to her, leaned over and whispered something in her ear. She walked over next to the car and glanced in. It was her turn to blush. She seemed to have some difficulty tearing her eyes away from my pussy. She looked back to Leif and stared back at him. A huge grin lit of his face and he headed over.
He opened the door for her and she got into the front. My Audi does have back seats but they're cramped for a normal sized person so I knew Leif would be very uncomfortable. He didn't seem to care as he hopped in.
"Always room for one more," I said smiling.
Allie wasn't ready to be on friendly terms yet though. "Ok lady, what's the deal."
Lady huh? Well I guess it was better than "ma'am".
"Well Allie, you see today is 'Nude Day' and I've decided to make the most of it!" I explained my day so far - masturbating for Jim to see me as well as my encounter with Pete. She must have liked what she heard because she said, "Drive" as she started to put on her seat belt.
It seemed Allie wanted to take charge of the situation which was fine with me given where this seemed to be headed. Despite the fact that I swung both ways, surprisingly I'd never been in a ménage a trois even though I'd wanted to for a long time.
As we turned on to the main road, Allie said, "Happy Nude Day!" and slipped off her bikini bottoms and threw them into Leif's lap. I hadn't expected this but now it was my turn to have trouble tearing my eyes away from a pussy. She had a two inch line of red hair above her clitoris but was otherwise shaven. I licked my lips.
Leif in the back yelled, "Yeah baby!"
It seemed Allie also knew these parts because as we came to the more deserted area, she repeated her action with her bikini top. I followed suit.
Even if Leif wanted to I don't think there was enough room in the back for him to slip off his trunks.
We got a few more honking of horns from a couple of truckers.
"In fifty feet, turn left," said Allie.
I saw a dirt road that seemed to head down to an open area about one hundred feet below the cliff road. It was not obvious what the area was normally used for but I was looking forward to what we were going to use it for.
"Park here lady," said Allie.
"The name's Zoe."
"Fine. Park here Zoe."
Leif jumped out as soon as I stopped. I saw a nice bulge in his trunks.
From where we were, people driving on the cliff road in both directions would have a clear view of us for a good twenty seconds.
"Any chance you have a picnic blanket, Zoe?" asked Allie.
"As a matter of fact I do," I replied as I opened to trunk to retrieve it.
Leif's eyes followed my movement. Allie got out of the car and went behind Leif.
As I bent over to arrange the blanket, Allie slipped off Leif's trunks, reached around him and started to stroke his eight inch cock. That was the sight that greeted me when I turned around.
I went to sit on the blanket, spread my legs and stared to masturbate. Allie led Leif over to the blanket by his penis.
"Look Zoe. I'm not in the habit of sharing my man with anyone but we've fantasized about this a number of times, so what the hell. Would you like to suck my boyfriend's dick? I can vouch that it's very good."
Boy did I ever! I nodded my head and moved forward with and open mouth. She pulled him forward, pumped his dick a few times and put it into my waiting lips. As I sucked his cock, Allie continued to massage his balls. I grabbed Leif's ass and deep throated him as far as I could which wasn't all the way.
Allie got up and came around behind me. She pulled my hair aside and kissed the side of my neck. Then she knelt behind me and I felt her breasts on my bare back. She reached around me and grabbed my breasts. She started massaging them slowly.
We heard a horn blow from above.
She started to pinch my nipples which felt very nice. She pulled me off Leif.
"Lie down," she told him.
"We'll start with you over there," she said pointing to Leif head.
Not waiting to see if I was doing as told, Allie stooped over Leif's rock hard penis and impaled herself onto it.
"Ooh!" they said in unison.
I went to Leif's head and facing Allie sat on his face. His moustache and beard felt a bit rough on the inside of my thighs and my shaved pussy but I liked it. He started licking my pussy. I leaned forward and kissed Allie on the lips. She stuck her tongue inside my mouth. I reached out and pinched her nipples as she moved up and down on Leif.
Allie and I were both starting to make a fair amount of noise. Muffled sounds were coming from between my legs.
"Fuck me Leif! Eat her pussy Leif!" shouted Allie. Leif did both. I felt that I had turned onto the road that would lead to orgasm when Leif pushed me off of his face. He had a look of determination.
"Up Allie," he said.
He got up and said, "You two bitches get down on all fours next to each other and show me what you got."
We did as he said, our shoulders, forearms and outer thighs touching as we stuck our asses into the air. Leif decided to start with me. He got behind me and slowly at first started to push his prick into my cunt.
I pushed back on him and he slapped both cheeks of my bum.
"Oh yes!" I said.
I turned to Allie.
"He fucks well, doesn't he?" she said.
I nodded.
"I really like it from the back as he fills me up from behind. Good girl Zoe. You fuck him too! She leaned over and as she kissed me I bit her lip. She smiled.
At that moment, he pulled out of me and shifted to behind Allie and went in.
"Now your pussy juice is inside of me," said Allie.
We heard a couple horn honks from above.
"We need to get my pussy juice into you properly," I said and moved to lie down in front of her.
"You get back here fast when I tell you to," said Leif.
I opened my legs and Allie bent down and tentatively licked my pussy.
"Hmmm. Does all pussy taste this good?" she asked.
"A cunnilingus virgin!" I thought. "Yes, I said. Women's cunts are a true delicacy."
She dug in and I presume based on what she experienced started to do an admirable first pussy licking.
I gave some slight verbal help.
"Oh, yes, right there...now a little higher...now suck my clitoris!"
"Now!" said Leif.
I gently lifted Allie's head, got up and went back into position.
Leif moved behind me again, positioned his cock, held on to my hips and rammed his penis in to me. Allie got up, moved in front of me and spread her legs and whispered, "Eat me Zoe, eat me!"
I bent down and did just that.
"Oooh, yeesss! Show me how it's done!"
Leif was meanwhile slowly pulling almost all the way out of me and then ramming back in.
"Fuck me you Viking bastard!" I shouted. "Fuck me!"
I stuck my tongue as deep as I could into Allie's pussy and then drew it upward and gave the clitoris several hard flicks.
"Oooh! Ooooh! Oooooooh!" was coming from Allie mouth as she stared down at me in her snatch.
I grabbed her legs and pulled her into me locking my mouth to her pussy. I started licking faster.
She was pushing her hips to me. I zeroed in on her clitoris and sucked it. I flicked my tongue around a few times and sucked it hard again.
"Yes! Yes!" shouted Allie.
Leif was staring at Allie's face.
"C'mon baby, let me see you come in Zoe's mouth!" said Leif.
"Oh god yes! Ummm! Harder! Yes!" said Allie. She finished off with one final series of "Aaah! Aaaah! Aaaaaah!" shouted at the top of her lungs. She laid her head back panting. She looked beautiful.
I started ramming my pussy back into Leif as hard as I could. He switched the pace accordingly and we started rutting faster and faster.
"Shoot it inside me," I said.
He took his right hand from my waist for a moment to deliver a hard stinging slap to my butt. He grabbed hold again and I knew this was going to be it. He started fucking in short faster strokes.
"Allie, I'm coming in her! Allie, I'm coming inside of Zoe!"
I came just before he exploded inside me. We both screamed for what seemed like minutes but was probably only a few seconds. Panting I looked up to see Allie staring upwards. I turned to look just as I heard the start of loud applause. Up above us were about twenty young men and women who'd been watching us. There were loud whistles and cheers as well. The clapping went on for some time and someone even shouted, "Encore!"
I smiled. Maybe if this wasn't my third orgasm of the day. It was still the perfect ending to Nude Day. I really didn't think I'd be waiting until it next came around to have another day like today.
|
Zoe and her colleagues were crammed around a small table at the hotel bar. The week and been packed with meetings and sales pitches, and now the drinks were flowing freely. Everyone at the table was tipsy, but her boss was relentless in ordering more rounds. They had had a successful week.
Zoe almost spilled her drink when her elbow was nudged.
"You have an admirer," her colleague said, giggling.
"Trish, what are you talking about?" Zoe replied, raising her glass to her lips.
"That guy at the bar. He's been giving you the eye since we got here."
Zoe casually scanned the bar. Her gaze was briefly met by a well-dressed man.
"The guy in the suit with the shaved head?"
"Yeah! He's a stud. Shame you're married. If he comes over, put in a good word for me!"
Her colleague cackled as she spoke. Sober, Zoe would never have acknowledged the man, but she was very far from sobriety. She held up her hand and wiggled her ring finger, showing the man at the bar her diamond. Trish blew him an exaggerated kiss.
A few minutes later, Zoe glanced back up at the bar. The stranger was still standing there, and as she looked up, he raised his own hand and displayed a shiny band on his own finger. Zoe expected a reaction from her colleagues, but they were focused on their drinks and conversation. Zoe blushed. The stranger at the bar was married and he certainly knew she was both married and not interested. Pig. Zoe sipped her drink, thinking back to a recent conversations she'd had with her husband, Paul, about their sex life. One night, to her utter surprise, Paul had told her without any prompting that he found the idea of her giving another man a blowjob to be a huge turn-on. Being the loving wife that she was, she indulged his fantasy, if only to to an extent. Nothing extreme, just the occasional remark when she saw a handsome man on TV. So much as hinting that she was thinking about how big another man's cock was drove her husband wild. Zoe and Paul were in their early thirties, and things were going well for them: great sex, a house, a nice car. She was happy.
Zoe reached into her handbag and took out her phone.
[Being hot on by a hunky guy at the bar. It would be so easy to make your fantasy a reality.]
Zoe's heart skipped a beat as she hit send. She was nowhere near serious, but it was the first time she'd sent her husband a message like that and she felt more than a little naughty doing it. A few moments later, her phone buzzed.
[Why don't you go and say hi?]
Zoe's pulse quickened as her fingers tapped the screen again.
[It wouldn't be the same if you weren't here to watch, would it?]
There was a pause of a couple of minutes, then,
[You have my permission to suck his cock as long as you tell me about it afterwards.]
Zoe's jaw dropped. She quickly replied,
[Joking right?]
Almost instantly, her phone buzzed again.
[Not if you're interested.]
Flustered, Zoe put her phone in her handbag. This was several steps too far for her. She picked up her drink and tried to rejoin the conversation around her. As the evening wore on, her colleagues started to dwindle until it was just her, her boss, and a secretary who was shamelessly flirting with him. Zoe got up to go to the restroom, and by the time she returned, they were both gone. She could already hear the gossip at the office on Monday.
"Hi."
Zoe turned around. The deep voice belonged to the stranger at the bar who was now standing beside her.
"You're persistent. I'm not interested." Zoe said as she gathered her belongings.
"Am I? I was just looking for some company. I'm traveling alone."
"The kind of company that ends with me in your hotel room. No. Thanks." Zoe replied.
"Hey, that's not fair. I'm just looking for someone to hang out with, and you're the prettiest woman in the room."
Zoe laughed.
"Does that ever work?"
"No, but what's the harm in asking?"
Zoe's eyes fell on the stranger's arms. His suit was tailored to his well-built body. He looked great. She didn't like relenting to his advances, but the stranger was honest and charming, and she was relieved to be speaking to someone who wasn't from her office.
"One drink, then I have to go. It's late and I fly out tomorrow." Zoe said.
"What will it be?"
Zoe and the stranger sat side by side at the bar. He rested his leg against hers, and when she didn't flinch, he placed a hand on her knee. Zoe's jumped, her stomach full of butterflies, but she stayed on her seat. She was shocked at herself: she could feel a growing wetness between her thighs. His hand stroked higher to the hem of her dress. Zoe looked at her watch and realized that they had been talking for an hour. She hadn't even asked for his name, and if he'd said it, she'd already forgotten it. Not knowing made it somehow less real and more acceptable. She beckoned the stranger closer, her head spinning from the alcohol.
"My husband is turned on by the thought of me sucking another man's cock." she whispered.
After a moment of silence, she started to giggle. It sounded ridiculous.
"Well then, I suppose it's my lucky night. I'm turned on by the thought of you trying to fit this in your mouth."
As he spoke, he place her hand in his lap. She gasped. Even though it was through a suit, it was the first time she had touched someone sexually other than her husband since they had met. It had been five, almost six years. She cautiously explored his groin. He felt huge. His member twitched to her touch.
"Can I take a photo of your hand on my thigh?"
The stranger nodded. He grinned as he watched her hit send and replace the phone in her bag.
The stranger took Zoe's hand. The pair snaked their way through the busy bar to the door, the lobby, and then the elevator.
"Can we go to my room?" she asked.
Zoe felt safer knowing where she was going and pressed the button for her floor. Before she had time to think, they were at the door to her room and going inside. She was sick with excitement. Her hands fumbled with his belt. She tugged his trousers to his thighs and blushed crimson as her hand brushed his bulging briefs. She looked down and stroked him through the stretched fabric. He felt impossibly big. Zoe knelt before the stranger, his back to the wall. Her hands shook as she lowered his underwear. His cock sprang free, almost hitting her cheek. She stared at it, speechless. Zoe had always thought her husband was a good size. Average, at least. It had been plenty to satisfy her. The veiny rod that pointed to her lips was simply shocking. She took his shaft in her trembling hand. Her finger couldn't meet her thumb as she grasped it; he was simply too big. It was rock-hard, capped with a wide, purple helmet that was already shiny at the tip. She looked upwards, making eye contact with the stranger. He gazed back with a look of savage lust. Without a word, Zoe parted her lips and slowly took his member into her mouth. Pangs of guilt threatened to break her concentration, but she was growing less and less sure that she wanted to stop with every passing moment. Soon, she was far from sure whether she was doing this for her husband at all. The stranger responded to her sucking with groans of approval. Zoe swirled her tongue over the soft, tight skin. She could feel his fluid, slicker than her own saliva. The musky taste of his body filled her mouth. The stranger placed his hands on the sides of her head. His hips began to thrust involuntarily as she sucked and licked.
"Stop." He breathed.
Zoe obliged, surprised. Wasn't he enjoying himself?
"Stand up against the wall."
His tone was maddeningly seductive.
"Now turn around."
Zoe bit her lip as the stranger's hands pushed her dress up to her hips. His fingers slid under her panties and up between her swollen lips as he checked if she was ready. His touch was greeted with folds of slippery juice and sticky hair. She let out a first gasp as he tugged her panties aside, exposing her, and then another as she felt the head of his cock probing for her opening.
"Wait! I can't." Zoe yelped.
The stranger covered her mouth with his hand and whispered in her ear.
"I want you." he growled.
Zoe struggled in his arms. She began to panic. The stranger pressed her small body to the wall and pushed himself into her. Zoe's scream was completely muffled by his hand, but it was more out of surprise than a cry for help. The sudden stretching of her labia sent a jolt of electricity through her from head to toe. She hadn't said yes. There was no consent. Zoe's groan escaped his fingers as he slowly penetrated her. She was practically dripping with arousal and to her surprise her body gave little resistance as he slid his huge girth deep inside.
The stranger pinned her to the wall with firm, quick thrusts. Zoe's eyes closed with immediate satisfaction. He wasn't wearing a condom! She tried to force herself to care, to object, but she couldn't. His hands gripped her hips, then found her breasts under her dress, pinching her erect nipples and massaging her chest as he roughly fucked her. Zoe barely had time to reach for her clitoris before she began to come. She heard her own voice escaping her mouth in shrieks and ragged moans. She was totally under his control. He impaled her to the base of his shaft until the head of his cock found her depth. Zoe's thighs trembled beneath her. The stranger sped up his thrusts, pounding her contracting pussy. Her orgasm made her feet cramp with pleasure. The stranger kissed her neck and shoulder, a smile on his lips as he felt her pulsing vagina suck hungrily on his shaft. Zoe rubbed her clitoris furiously, desperate to come again before their passionate fucking finished. She felt him thickening inside her and instinctively pushed her hips backwards, opening herself to him. Zoe's moans stuck in her throat, her body paralyzed with ecstasy. She felt the stranger's cock twitch and throb, every inch buried inside her. The stranger grunted and groaned into her neck. He unloaded into her. Cum erupted from his balls and squirted against her cervix. Zoe could only whimper as she came again, this time harder and for longer until she felt like her legs were going to give way. He kept thrusting throughout, emptying his tight sack.
Zoe panted, struggling to catch her breath between the aftershock spasms of her orgasm. Her mascara was streaked from her eyes to her chin. The stranger began to withdraw, his cock still impossibly large inside her. Thick, creamy cum immediately slid from her unplugged vagina, filling her panties. He planted more kisses on her neck as he tugged her dress back down onto her thighs.
"Good girl." he breathed in her ear.
Zoe smiled involuntarily. As the pleasure subsided, a knot of fear began to grip her stomach. She didn't have permission for any of it. For all her husband knew, it had all been a game she was playing. A joke. They kissed then said goodbye. Zoe watched the stranger walk away, her heart pounding in her chest.
Zoe staggered to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.
"Oh, fuck."
What had she done? She raised her dress above her hips and looked at the musky, creamy evidence between her thighs. Her pussy was puffy and swollen. She had never seen a cock that big before. She didn't know she could come that quickly and with so little foreplay. Her groin was a mess, her thighs glossy with the creamy, dripping cocktail oozing from her lips.
"You're a slut. A dirty, adulterous slut." she told her reflection.
Zoe couldn't bring herself to look at her buzzing phone. Her husband must have been going crazy. The last thing her had seen was a picture of a hand on her thigh. She switched it off. Zoe showered and hurriedly scrubbed her body clean. She shut off the water and stepped out of the cubicle. After she dried herself, she dressed for bed and flopped onto the mattress. The room was spinning. Even now, even with all the fear and the guilt over what had just happened... What she had let happen? No. What she had wanted to happen, and what she had done. Even now, her sex drive was stuck in high gear. She reluctantly pushed a hand into her pajamas pants. His semen was leaking from her lips and her pubic hair was again sticky to the touch. Zoe masturbated until she fell asleep, replaying over and over again in her head what had just happened.
-----
"We need to talk."
Zoe and her husband Paul were sat on their sofa. It had been three days since Zoe had returned home, and they hadn't spoken about what happened on that final night of the conference. Things had just picked up where they had left them. Paul took her hand.
"It's okay. I wanted you to do it." Paul replied.
He wasn't sure how he felt about any of it, but his wife needed to hear it was okay.
"It's not okay."
"It really is. I enjoyed the photo. I must have already jacked off to that ten times."
Zoe looked up, her eyes moist.
"Paul, I'm sorry."
"Why?"
"It... It went further than that."
"What do you mean? That you sucked his cock? It's okay. Honestly. I'm proud of you! Not many guys have a wife who would be willing to do that."
"No, Paul..."
"Seriously, it's fine. Feel how hard I am just talking about it."
He placed his wife's hand on his crotch. Zoe flinched. It was too similar to how things started with the stranger.
"Paul, you need to listen. It went further than a blow job. I didn't mean for it to happen. I couldn't stop it."
Paul was silent for a few moments, his mouth agape.
"Were you raped? Holy shit. If you were raped, we need to call the police. Now."
"No! No... Paul, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen, but... I didn't stop him. I didn't try to stop him."
Paul didn't react. His face was blank.
"Did he hurt you?" he finally managed.
Zoe shook her head.
"Did you enjoy it?"
Paul's words stuck in his throat.
"Yes." Zoe replied.
"I need to go for a walk."
Paul got up and left, leaving Zoe crying on the sofa.
-----
It was around 2 am on Saturday night. Zoe and Paul hadn't spoken for almost a week. For the first few nights, Paul had slept on the sofa, but to Zoe's relief, he was at least sleeping in their bed again. Zoe lay awake, trying not to think about the night with the stranger. She was disgusted with herself for being so turned on by the memory of it in spite of jeopardizing their marriage. She began to touch herself but stopped when the guilt became too much to ignore. Paul was asleep, his back to her. Zoe reached out and stroked his side. She shifted her body until she was spooning his back, and her hand soon found its way to his groin. He stirred, but didn't wake up. Slowly and gently, Zoe began to play with his cock. It responded to her touch, growing and twitching as she stroked. He was soon hard in her hand. She worked his shaft for a few minutes until she realized he was now awake.
"Tell me what happened." Paul said.
Zoe stopped.
"I already did. I told you everything. I'm so, so sorry."
After some time, Paul broke the silence again.
"Describe it."
"What do you mean?"
"I want you to describe it. Everything."
Zoe's hand trembled on his cock.
"He... We... did it in my room at the hotel. I sucked his cock, then he turned me around and fucked me. I let it happen and I'm sorry. That's it."
"How big was he?"
Zoe didn't reply."
"How big was he? Was he bigger than me?"
"Yes." Zoe admitted.
"How much bigger?"
"I... I don't know. He was thick. Really thick. Maybe nine inches? I don't know."
Zoe felt her husband's cock stiffen as she spoke.
"He was tall. He was really strong. He could just throw me around... Do what ever he wanted with me."
"What was his name?"
"I don't know."
"Zoe, I want you to tell me."
"I... I didn't ask. Honestly, babe."
Zoe felt horrible. She began to describe the whole evening. The bar, the flirting, and then the sex. Paul rolled on to his back as she slowly stroked his cock, sighing with pleasure as she recounted every lurid detail. She could tell he was close.
"Did you come?"
"Oh, babe... Yes. I came so fucking hard," Zoe purred, "It felt so good. He just kept pounding and pounding until I was moaning like a whore. I was rubbing my clit while he fucked me."
Paul strained with the effort of holding back his orgasm.
"Was... Was he wearing a condom?" Paul gasped as he spoke.
"No, babe. He fucked me bareback. Your dirty wife was fucked skin-to-skin."
She could feel his penis thickening in her hand, slick with pre-cum.
"Where did he cum?"
Zoe slowed her strokes until her hand was barely moving. She straddled her husband's thighs and held his cock in both her hands. One finger carefully rubbed the underside of his glans, just enough to keep him on the edge.
"He sank his enormous cock inside me. I took every inch of him... And then he came in my pussy. He filled me with his cum until it dripped down my thighs."
Paul groaned loudly, pleasure welling up his thighs until the urge to climax was painfully strong. His wife massaged his balls and pumped his shaft as he came, drawing out the best orgasm he could remember having. Ropes of cum shot into the air, splattering his chest and stomach.
"Mmm, babe... Just like that. He came just like that, but all of it squirted up my tight little pussy." Zoe said, smiling devilishly. "I came when he blew his load, too. I could feel my pussy sucking his seed into me... Into my womb."
Paul's hips bucked and shook beneath Zoe until the spurts became a dribble.
"You're a fucking slut." Paul managed, his voice hoarse.
Zoe watched his cock soften in her hand, his semen dribbling down his sides and on to the bed.
"I'm your slut."
-----
A few months later, Zoe and Paul were on vacation with friends at an upscale bed and breakfast in the countryside. Their marriage was back on track. Ever since Zoe fully admitted what she had done, things had steadily improved and were now going well: romantic dinners, long weekends away together, and great sex.
The group of seven had spent the day hiking, and now they were all sat along the edge of the spa tub, drinks in hand, talking and laughing. The evening wore on, and they were getting tipsier. Eventually, the two other couples made their excuses and left. Zoe and Paul were alone in the tub with Michael.
"Feel free to tell me to get lost, but why did you and Claire split up?" Zoe asked Michael, refilling her own drink. "She was nice. We all liked Claire."
"Zoe! You can't ask that. Sorry, Mike." Paul said.
Paul shook his head. Zoe was a talkative drunk.
"No, it's fine. We weren't on the same wave length in the bedroom. The sex was bad." Michael almost laughed as he spoke. "I know that makes me sound like an asshole, but it's true. We just weren't a good fit. In fact, breaking up was her idea."
"That's totally reasonable. Sex is important." Zoe said, catching her husband's eye. "You've got to be on the same page."
Paul finished his drink and pulled himself out of the tub.
"I'll be back. Gotta pee." he said as he walked away, slightly unsteady on his feet.
As Paul returned, he saw the tops of Michael's and Zoe's heads above the edge of the tub, still in the water. They were closer than when he had left. As he reached the tub, Zoe looked up as she slid back across to the other side of the tub and shot him a smile.
"I'm going to pee myself if I don't get out too. I'll be back in a sec." Zoe said, hauling herself up the small steps and out.
Paul noticed Michael's gaze following her ass she she left. He didn't blame him. Her ass was fantastic and her bikini bottoms practically disappeared between her cheeks as she climbed out.
"What did I miss?" Paul asked.
"Oh, nothing. We were just chatting. Zoe's pretty drunk."
The two men sipped their drinks in a silence that was not quite comfortable until Zoe returned. She slid back into the water and stood with her back against Paul's chest. Zoe wrapped her husband's arms around her waist and let her legs float. As they talked, Paul noticed his wife's feet beginning to drift until they were resting on Michael's thighs. A few months ago, it would have been innocent. Unremarkable. But now it was different. Zoe looked over her shoulder at her husband.
"Why don't you untie my bikini top?"
Zoe spoke softly but loudly enough for Michael to hear.
Paul's stomach turned with a mixture of excitement and horror. In the silence that followed, his wife's breasts bobbed weightlessly in the water, secured by the patterned fabric. Michael's gaze flicked between them and Paul. If Michael was surprised by the suggestion, he wasn't showing it.
"Don't be shy on my behalf, babe. Untie me." Zoe said, smiling playfully.
Paul hesitated. He had no idea what he wanted to happen, but his erection was fighting to leave his shorts. He obeyed, and tugged at the bow between his wife's shoulder blades. Her full, round breasts rose in the water as he drew her bikini away.
"Thanks, babe." Zoe said.
Michael stared at her bare chest. Her areolas were puffy and swollen by the warmth of the water, but her nipples stood clear, puckered with arousal. Zoe's feet had drifted between Michael's thighs and she began to explore his groin with her toes. Paul looked on, fixated, as his wife began to stroke Michael's cock through his swim shorts. Her feet either side of his cock, she rubbed him up and down beneath the water while Paul supported her body.
Without any of them saying a word, Zoe stood up and walked over to Michael. Michael glanced at Paul, but didn't get any signals that he should be stopping what was happening. Michael pushed himself up on to the edge of the tub. Zoe looked over her shoulder at her husband and bit her lip seductively, her hand caressing Michael's tent-like bulge in his shorts. She beckoned to her husband with a single finger. Paul edged across the tub, his heart pounding, until he was beside his wife.
"Would you like to watch me suck Michael's cock?" Zoe asked, smiling sweetly.
Paul swallowed. He had fantasized about situations almost identical to this. Helplessly aroused, he nodded.
"Prove it." Zoe said.
Paul was lost for words.
"How?"
"Pull off his shorts for me."
"What?"
"I need you to prove that you really want this. There's no going back after this, babe. We can't undo this."
Paul nodded and looked up at Michael, but couldn't meet his gaze. Instead, Paul's eyes rested on the stretched material of his shorts.
"Don't be scared. Just tug them down for me, babe." Zoe whispered.
Paul slowly obliged. Michael's erection was a thing of beauty. He was hung. His cock stood vertically with an upward curve. Zoe turned her head slightly to the side so she could stare into her husband's eyes as she lowered her mouth to Michael's waiting member. Paul watched, breath held, as his wife parted her lips and gradually took the bulbous tip of Michael's cock into her mouth. As Zoe began to suck, her eyes closed with satisfaction. Michael felt wonderful on her tongue: tight, hot, and silky-smooth. Michael sighed with pleasure as Zoe hungrily worked his shaft, her mouth now joined by her hand.
"Oh, fuck, yes." Michael breathed.
Paul was mesmerized by his wife. She was a goddess. Female sexuality embodied. After five minutes or so of Zoe's enthusiastic work, Michael began to breathe more raggedly. Paul could see his balls tightening. Any moment now, he would be over the edge. Michael gritted his teeth, fighting to prolong the pleasure.
"Slow down. Tease me."
Zoe let his cock slip from her lips and smiled, her eyes locked with Michael's. She licked his shaft from base to tip and swirled the tip of her tongue over his head, eliciting gasps of pleasure from him.
"Do I look hot, babe?" Zoe asked her husband, her eyes wide and sparkling.
"Y- Yeah," Paul managed.
Zoe returned her attention to Michael's pleasure, one hand on his shaft, one massaging his testicles, and her mouth locked around his head. With a long, low groan, Michael lost control. Paul watched as Michael's stomach muscles tightened and thighs flexed. He could see the contractions in his balls, pumping his semen into his wife's waiting mouth. Zoe closed her eyes as cum flooded to the back of her throat. Michael throbbed and shuddered between her lips. She squeezed his balls and milked his shaft until eventually the spasms of his cock stopped. Zoe drew back, her lips trapping in the spoonfuls of creamy cum. She turned to Paul, her eyes smoldering. She opened her mouth, letting her husband see the fruits of her labors. Michael's seed spilled from her lips and dribbled down her chin. Zoe closed her mouth and gulped, finishing with a wide smile. She returned to Michael's cock and licked it clean.
"Thanks." Michael breathed. "That was fucking amazing."
Michael stood up and staggered back to his room, leaving husband and wife in the tub.
"So... Did you enjoy the show?" Zoe asked.
Paul was close enough to smell the musky scent of cum on his wife's breath. They slowly edged closer to one another. Zoe giggled.
"Are you ready?"
Their lips were barely an inch from touching when Paul backed away.
"No," he said simply.
He wasn't ready.
"Okay. Now it's your turn." Zoe said.
Shaking with the maddening arousal of what he had just witnessed, Paul sat where Michael has sat. His wife drew his shorts down.
"Honey, you're practically cumming already! At least wait for me to suck you a bit."
She licked the ooze of pre-cum from his tip. The contact made him groan with the effort of holding back his orgasm.
Zoe squeezed his balls and watched as more beads of pre-cum formed. Suddenly, without any further contact, cum was splattering her breasts. Paul grabbed his shaft and pumped it as he came, a long groan escaping his lips. Zoe looked down at her glazed chest. She pouted with exaggerated disappointment.
"We need to work on your self-control, babe. Imagine what would happen if you watched me being fucked... I bet you wouldn't last ten seconds."
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Paul was soundly asleep. It was well into the early hours of Saturday morning when the door to their house clicked open and Zoe stepped into the hallway. The sun was still below the horizon, but not for much longer. She bumped into the hallway table as she kicked off her heels, unsteady on her feet after a long night of partying. One of her friends was getting married, and they had spent all day visiting wineries and all night dancing at a club.
She crept into their bedroom and slowly crawled onto the bed beside her husband. After a few moments, she shook him gently.
"Hey babe. I'm home."
Paul stirred and opened his eyes. He blinked at Zoe as he eyes began to focus. She was wearing a tight black dress, her bosom thrust up and hips pronounced by the close-fitting material. Her hair was a mess, her make-up smeared, and her tights laddered.
"What time is it?" He asked.
"Who cares? Don't you want to unwrap me?" Zoe purred.
"Unwrap you?"
"I brought you back a present."
Paul paused.
"What is it?"
Zoe rolled on to her back and pointed her toes.
"Take off my tights."
Her husband did as he was told. Kneeling between her legs, he drew the scratched material down from her hips and off her feet. Zoe held her dress down, covering her crotch.
"I've been a very naughty girl."
Her words came out slightly slurred. Paul felt a lump form in his throat as the familiar scent hit him. He could smell sweat and sex all over her. She stank of it. Smiling, Zoe pointed a finger to her covered crotch.
"Can you guess what your little slut did?"
Paul pushed her thighs apart. He knew what he was about to see, but he was still unprepared for it. His wife's panties were wet, stuck to her skin. He could see the darkness of her pubic hair through the lacy black material. He gingerly peeled the material from her body and looked inside her panties. His wife's pussy was a mess. Her hair was clumped into thick curls, sticky and shiny. Even as he watched, a thick, pearly blob of cum dribbled from her reddish, freshly-fucked lips. Her panties held a puddle of translucent fluid.
She looked down between the mounds of her breasts at the expression on his face. Shock? Excitement? Despair?
"Paul... take off your pajamas."
Her husband silently obeyed. Paul's cock was rigid. His wife, still clothed, was smiling like a fiend.
"Now take off my panties."
Paul drew the soaked material down her legs. Just as he was about to drop them to one side, Zoe stopped him.
"No, don't toss them away."
"Okay... What do you want me to do with them?"
"I want you to put them on."
"What?!"
Zoe's expression became more serious.
"I want you to put them on. I want you to wear the panties that I just got fucked in."
Paul was speechless. After a long silence, he complied. His wife's wide hips meant that her panties fit him better than he was expecting. At least, until he tried to cover his raging hard-on with the skimpy lace. Paul's hands shook as he tucked himself into the wet material. He could feel the unknown man's slimy semen coating his own balls. It was still warm from his wife's body.
Zoe nodded with approval.
"God, babe. You look so fucking sexy."
She gazed at his erection, pinned against his stomach by the waist of her panties. If he hadn't been so turned on, his balls would have been spilling over the sides of the skinny gusset of the fabric. Paul's head was dizzy with emotions. The kinky thrill of wearing his wife's used panties made his balls so tight that they ached. He was ashamed of what his wife was making him do, but too aroused to stop himself. Zoe spread her thighs and drew her knees up.
"Can you picture it in your head, Paul? Me, on my back, getting fucked? His cock plunging into me, just ravaging me... Making me come and come until he finally pumps his seed into me?"
Paul swallowed the lump in his throat, his gaze fixed between his wife's thighs.
"Well... aren't you going to do something about it?"
"Like what?"
"Like clean my pussy."
Paul knew what she wanted. He was frightened by how much he wanted to do it. He steeled himself and bent down. The scent was maddeningly strong. He tentatively kissed her mound, still apprehensive of going further. Zoe gasped with delight as her husband carefully licked lower, sliding his tongue through the folds of her lips. Paul could feel it before he could taste it: slick and oily. Viscous. Then the taste filled his mouth. This was it. It was happening. He was licking another man's cum from his wife's spent pussy. Paul delved into the oozing gape of her vulva, plunging his tongue into the juicy mess before slathering Zoe's swollen clitoris with licks and kisses. His wife moaned like a whore, writhing and breathing words of encouragement as he worked. She pulled his face into her crotch, smearing his chin and lips with the slippery fluids. Paul responded with a load moan of his own. His heart was pounding with the erotic rush of the filthy act. Zoe was quickly close to coming, her back arching and hands wringing in the bedsheets.
"Oh... Oh, God... Oh..."
Paul's sped up his licks of her clitoris.
"Oh... Mark! MaaAAARRK!"
Zoe shrieked with pleasure as she came, hips bucking and thighs shuddering.
Zoe's head cleared as she calmed down. Her eyes opened to find Paul looking stunned.
"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say his name." Zoe said, her voice hoarse.
Paul didn't speak. Zoe looked down at her husband's penis. It was almost flaccid now. The tip was dribbling cum, this time his own. The rest of his load was in a pool where he had been lying. Zoe raised a finger to her lips.
"Oops!" she said while trying not to smile.
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One evening, Zoe and Paul were sat on the sofa after work, the television on but neither of them watching.
"Could you put down your book?"
Paul looked up from the page. His wife was holding her iPad but looking intently at him.
"I love you, and I love where our relationship is going. I never knew it was possible to have this much fun in a marriage." Zoe said.
"I love you too. And yeah. Honestly, I still struggle with it a bit, but the past few months have been incredible. I wouldn't change anything."
He caressed her thigh and kissed her neck as he spoke. After some moments, Zoe spoke again.
"I was thinking... It's so hard to find time to meet new guys the old-fashioned way. It might be fun if I joined a dating site. We could even pick out a guy together. You could pick a guy to fuck me."
Paul shifted in his seat.
"I don't know if I want to see their pictures."
"Really? Why not?"
"It makes it more real. It's not just a fantasy any more."
"Didn't Mark's cum taste real?! You certainly seemed to enjoy it." Zoe laughed as she spoke.
"Slut."
"Cuckold."
Zoe kissed her husband. After a few minutes of touching and kissing, Zoe pressed her lips to her husband's ear.
"Go down on me."
Paul knelt at the edge of the sofa and kissed her toned belly. Zoe had always been in good shape, but recently she was going to the gym several times per week, and she looked better than ever. Paul knew why Zoe was doing it: she wanted men to notice her. It was working, too. She walked with a sway in her hips now. She chose skimpier outfits. Even just taking her shopping, men were starting to stare. He loved it.
Paul drew her sweat pants and panties to her ankles and spread her thighs. His wife sighed as he began to kiss around and over her pussy. His tongue pushed under the hood of her clitoris and he began to flick it back and forth in slow, light licks. Zoe picked up the iPad and unlocked the screen. She and tapped 'finish' on her dating profile. She had uploaded a picture of herself sitting on a rock at the beach, her breasts well-displayed by a bikini. She began to flick through the profiles of all the single men (or at least, men who were as single as she was).
"Mmm. This guy is hot." Zoe said. "Take a look, babe."
She turned the screen to her husband.
"I bet he's hung. He looks like a stud." she teased.
Paul looked up. James. He was handsome. Muscular. He caught himself imagining him naked. How would he take Zoe? From behind? He looked like the dominant type. He would probably just pound away, doggy-style, until he was done.
"Ooh, what about him?"
Jack. Older, maybe forty, but athletic.
"I would definitely let him have me."
Lucas. Young and Latino. A surfer.
"Oh, babe! Can you imagine him fucking me? It would be so fucking hot."
Greg. Paul swallowed a mouthful of his wife's juices. Her pussy was drooling steadily. Her clitoris began to swell under his licks, fully exposed from its hood and commanding his full attention.
"Mmm. I want him." Zoe whispered.
She gazed at the topless photo of Greg. The thought of him plunging into her made her giddy with anticipation. It would be so easy. Just a single message would probably do it. She began to type.
[Hey there ;) I'm looking for NSA sex. Message me back if you're interested. Cute pic x]
She was officially a hotwife. The label excited her. She was struggling to concentrate now. Her husband was licking her towards a big orgasm. Could she start going on regular dates? Was Paul ready for that? She pictured herself coming home late every Friday and being licked clean by her husband. She wished her pussy was full of Greg's cum right now so Paul could lap it up. Zoe dropped the iPad and grabbed her husband's head with both hands, pulling him into her throbbing crotch.
"Yes... Oh, God. That's it, Greg. Make me come. Make me come, Greg!" Zoe cried.
She desperately pictured Greg's horse-like cock plowing into her, enlarged to impossible proportions in her imagination. She juddered as she came, wave after wave of pleasure being drawn from her by Paul's tongue. Even before her orgasm had finished, Paul was on top of her. He slid himself effortlessly into her sopping-wet vagina. She was too wet to offer any resistance. Paul fucked her with quick, firm thrusts that made her pussy squelch and suck. Zoe dug her nails into his back and buried her face in his neck.
"Fuck me, Greg. Fuck your little whore." she panted.
Paul grunted as his balls began to tighten. He fought to hold it back. He felt like he was committing adultery with his own wife.
"No, not yet, babe. Please. Please, just a bit longer." Zoe whined.
Paul ejaculated as she spoke. His body convulsed and he emptied his balls into her gaping pussy. Spent, he withdrew from his wife. Zoe frowned with frustration. She reached for her clitoris and masturbated frantically, determined to come again. She pinched her nipple with her other hand, and in moments was rewarded with an orgasm. It was weak, but better than nothing. Zoe held her fingers tightly against her vulva and knelt over her husband. She parted her fingers and watched as he gulped down the creamy contents of her pussy.
"You're such a good cuckold, Paul. This is your favorite part, isn't it?" Zoe said.
She tensed and squeezed another dollop into his mouth. He'd shot a big load, and he was devouring it without a trace of hesitation. He was well-trained.
Zoe sat beside her husband on the sofa, her head resting on his shoulder. She picked up her iPad and looked at the screen. One new message.
"I'm going on date tomorrow night," she whispered into Paul's ear, " and I don't think you should wait up."
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He closed the door behind her and motioned for her to sit. She sat in the chair, a few feet set back from his desk.
"Professor. Thanks for seeing me outside of your normal office hours."
"I'm happy to help, Zoe. Now tell me what I can help you with."
Zoe's feet shifted uneasily. She had been Michael's teaching assistant for two years, but they were purely on professional terms. Even seeing him outside of office hours seemed a bit informal for him. Michael was a "by-the-rules" type of professor. Brilliant, of course, but a bit staid. This was a big risk for her. But she had to act.
She had gotten ready for this meeting earlier in the day. After going through several outfit choices, she settled on the one she thought would catch his eye the most. She had on her green skirt with a cute and somewhat low-cut blouse. She wore high heels--not too high, but enough to make her feel, well, a little extra sexy and confident. But it was what she had underneath that she was the most excited about. She was wearing a pair of black thigh highs, and nothing else. Her black thong that she had worn earlier in the day was inside her notebook. All part of the plan.
"Professor--I'm having some trouble with a few girls in my Thursday morning discussion class."
"What kind of trouble?" he asked.
"Well, this is the reason I wanted to meet. It's tricky to describe any other way except to say they are naughty." She licked her lips a bit involuntary when she said the last word. She felt herself shudder.
"What?" Michael asked. "What do you mean, 'naughty'?" "Are they elementary students?"
"No, of course not," she hastily replied. "Again, that's why I wanted to talk in person. They don't talk during discussion, aren't outwardly rude, turn in good work, but..." She trailed off.
"You're going to have to be more specific." he demanded. His voice became a little more firm as he spoke. She was starting to think it actually might happen.
***
Michael was a well-regarded professor at UW-Madison. Tons of published research, popular lectures, lots of graduate students and never a whiff of anything inappropriate. Until one day when she was in his office she happened to hear the "ping" of an incoming email. She glanced up at the computer screen out of habit, and she saw the subject line and short snippet of the email before she could stop herself.
<em>I have been naughty and need punishment. Please help. </em>
She assumed it was spam, but the University email filters were pretty accurate and it was from an actual email address, not some fake-sounding one.
Zoe knew it was wrong, but there was something inside her egging her on. She opened the email and read.
<em>I have been naughty and need punishment. Please help. I need you to teach me how to be less naughty. I am a naughty, naughty girl. And naughty girls need to be punished. --Layla</em>
She heard footsteps slowly coming down the hallway. She quickly marked the email as unread, got up from the computer, and continued looking through his files as she had been instructed to do.
***
The next time she was in his office alone she was more bold. His email was open, but she had to look through a few messages to find it. The subject line was "Thank You, Sir." She opened it to read.
<em>Thank you, sir. You knew I needed punishment and you were fair and firm. As requested, I am recounting my punishment here. It makes me wet just thinking about it but I will not allow myself to orgasm.</em>
<em>You came over. I was waiting, wearing the outfit you requested. Green skirt, low-cut blouse, thigh highs with no panties. I was standing facing the wall, ready to be punished. You entered and took your time paying attention to me. When you finally did, you came up close behind me. I could feel your hot breath on my neck. Your hand slowly found its way down my back, to the bottom of my skirt, under my skirt, lifting it up to reveal my bare bottom. You noted that I was wearing the small butt plug as you commanded. </em>
<em>"Bend over," you commanded. I obliged, leaning against the wall, my bare ass exposed. You roughly tore off my skirt. </em>
<em>"This is what you get when you disobey me."</em>
<em>And then the spanking began. It was never too hard, but it was firm and quick. One, two, three, four...I quickly lost count. Every time your hand struck I shuddered, aroused by both the slight pain and the feeling of fullness in my asshole from the plug. By the fourth spanking I was completely wet; my juices were slowly dripping down my leg. </em>
<em>When you were finished you turned me around and commanded, "Suck." I unzipped your pants and began slowly sucking your beautiful cock. When it was hard you stood me up, turned me around, and began fucking me against the wall. Slowly at first, and then more and more insistently. As you insist, you were silent, but I was not. I told you I was a naughty girl and I deserved this. That I was a naughty slut that deserved to be punished. And as your cock pushed harder and harder into me, I felt myself begin to cum. </em>
<em>"Please, sir..." I begged.</em>
<em>You ignored me and continued thrusting. You reached around to massage my clit as you continued.</em>
<em>"Please, sir. I'm begging you. I am your dirty slut and I need to cum."</em>
<em>"You may," you generously noted. And I did. Loudly, and then almost collapsed. You were already gone when I turned around.</em>
<em>Yours, Layla. </em>
Zoe looked around the room. No one was there to see the wet spot that had grown through her panties and to feel the juices almost running down her leg. She left quickly.
***
"Professor, this is what I mean. They whisper softly to each other when I'm at the front of the room. They pass notes to each other. I see them sitting close together and sometimes I catch one girl's hand on the other's leg. And yesterday I found one of the notes after class."
"What did it say, Zoe?" His voice felt a little rushed. I could feel the tension start to grown in the office. I saw his eyes dart down to my skirt and heard him clear his throat."
"Oh, professor. I don't know; I don't think I could read it out loud."
"Please, Zoe. I'm not wearing my reading glasses and I need to get to the bottom of this."
I knew I had him. I could hear his voice quickening.
I was growing slowly wetter. Between the skirt, thigh highs, and the butt plug in my asshole, I was ready.
"Ok, professor. I'll read it." "It says 'I'm so wet right now. Just thinking about the professor.'"
Zoe paused.
"GO ON!" he commanded.
"There's more writing in a 2nd girl's handwriting--like they were passing a note back and forth."
"The second person wrote 'I know. I'm not wearing any panties to class from now on just so I can touch myself during his lectures."
Zoe took a breath and looked up. Michael's demeanor had changed.
"You are a naughty girl, Zoe."
"What?" She replied.
"Quiet!" he commanded. "I know you made up this whole story. It's not the girls in your discussion, it's you."
"Yes." she whispered.
"WHAT?" he yelled.
"Yes, sir." she replied.
"That's better,' he shot back. "Now stand up against the wall like the fucking slut you are."
"Yes, sir," she replied. She was lost in the moment. She was Layla, and the email was real....
<em>You came up close behind me. I could feel your hot breath on my neck. Your hand slowly found its way down my back, to the bottom of my skirt, under my skirt, lifting it up to reveal my bare bottom. You noted that I was wearing the small butt plug as you commanded. </em>
Zoe was incredibly wet. She sighed softly, whimpering.
<em>"Bend over," you commanded. I obliged, leaning against the wall, my bare ass exposed. You roughly tore off my skirt. </em>
<em>And then the spanking began. It was never too hard, but it was firm and quick. One, two, three, four...I quickly lost count. Every time your hand struck I shuddered, aroused by both the slight pain and the feeling of fullness in my asshole from the plug. By the fourth spanking I was completely wet; my juices were slowly dripping down my leg. </em>
"Yes! Yes!" Zoe yelled as he smacked her bare ass.
<em>When you were finished you turned me around and commanded, "Suck." I unzipped your pants and began slowly sucking your beautiful cock. </em>
She sucked his cock enthusiastically, taking it all the way down to the shaft.
<em>When it was hard you stood me up, turned me around, and began fucking me against the wall. Slowly at first, and then more and more insistently. As you insist, you were silent, but I was not. I told you I was a naughty girl and I deserved this. That I was a naughty slut that deserved to be punished. And as your cock pushed harder and harder into me, I felt myself begin to cum. </em>
As he began fucking her, she couldn't keep anything inside. She felt herself yelling, becoming a different person, the animal inside released.
"Fuck me! Fuck me harder! I need your cock! Harder!"
<em>You ignored me and continued thrusting. You reached around to massage my clit as you continued.</em>
"Please, sir. I'm begging you. I am your dirty slut and I need to cum."
<em>"You may," you generously noted. And I did. Loudly, and then almost collapsed. You were already gone when I turned around.</em>
He was gone when she finally turned around.
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Sliding my bathroom door open slowly, I look around and make sure no one's nearby. I want this to be private. I step in all sneaky-like, and close the door behind me, locking it. I'm not sure why I'm so keen on being inconspicuous; it's not like anyone will hear me. My boyfriend's out at work, so I don't fear him walking in and hearing me. The water will be running, as I tease myself, as I please myself. As I do whatever I want to myself. Just thinking about it, I can feel my panties soaking up moisture from my cunt. My ability to make myself horny has always amazed me, and surely made me happy.
Already anxious to get into the shower, I cross my arms and grab my shirt, pulling it over my head in one fluid motion. I open my shower door, and turn the water on so it'll have time to warm up before I step in. There's nothing worse than a cold shower to ruin this type of mood. I take out my hair, and slip out of my pants. Standing before the mirror with just undergarments on, I reach a hand up to my shoulder and tease myself a bit, running my fingers down my soft neck and across my becoming breasts. I'm already itching to cum, and my cunt sure is letting me know. I've been known to be a woman that gets pretty wet, and I'm living up to my reputation, even alone. I can feel my panties becoming uncomfortable, so I slip them off and toss them with my other clothes. Now all that's left is my bra, and it's not on for much longer.
I'm now naked in front of the mirror, and almost can't stand it. It's a full-length mirror, so I can see all of myself. My long, cherry-red hair tickles my breasts, masking only portions from my view. I'm proud of my shape, a full hourglass. My stomach's been described to me as tight, with my belly button piercing drawing attention to it. My eyesight trailing down my body, I recognise my muscular dancer's legs, descending from my full hips. I appreciate the beauty of a woman's body - even my own. Feeling sexy today, I turn sideways, stepping one foot out. This gives me a nice view of my ass, which I know is pretty large, but with a nice, firm feel. My eyes trail to between my thighs, where I can see my arousal emitting from my shaven pussy. I reach down and feel around to confirm: I'm nearly dripping wet. My juices have leaked onto my inner thighs. I'm just that wet.
My brown eyes search for the shower in the mirror, and I can see the steam rising out of it. Feeling the heat, I grab my mascara bottle, open the door and let myself inside. It takes a moment to be able to breathe in the hot, damp air, but I manage. I pick up the nozzle, and let the water pour all over me, warming me up. Such a familiar feeling, my pussy reacts, knowing what it'll get in a few minutes. I can feel it calling to me, craving my attention. But for now, I'll ignore it. I need to get clean before I make myself feel so dirty. The water pours down me, making me wet, in more than one way. I clean myself doing my normal showering duties, before teasing myself with the water once more, and sitting carefully on the shower floor.
Making sure my body's still dripping with the scalding water, I sit up and slowly spread my legs. I like to tease myself, as I've found in the past. It drives me insane, and it's a test for my willpower to avoid going straight for the orgasm. But right now I want to cum so bad. All I've been doing for the past hour is reading erotica, but my boyfriend has been at work, unable to come help me out. So here I am, sitting in my shower, running my hand up and down my thigh, thinking of everything I want to do to myself. I let the showerhead fall between my legs with my other hand, and put it on the softer of its two settings. I'll let it just spray and hit my cunt, not focusing on any particulars yet. Still running my hand over my thigh, I move it down, coming closer to my swollen cunt lips each time. I want to cum more and more each second that passes, the earlier erotica getting to me.
I had found a great story about a simple truth or dare game that turned frantically sexual, and it did it's job well. The way the author described the girls' cries as they came - it was just too much to handle. They had their turns eating each other out, while a man fucked each, both in the pussy and the ass. I was almost writhing in my chair as I read it, before I decided to dart off to the shower. God, I need to cum so bad.
While thinking back to the story I had read, I hadn't realised that I was now making a figure eight with teasing finger around my clit and cunthole. The water is still hitting the surface of my vagina, which makes my subconscious mind aware of where I'm heading with my actions. I am now horny out of my mind, and more than ready to make myself cum. Hard.
I glance over at the mascara bottle next to me, and smile. It has such a nice shape, and fits so perfectly inside me. The end is rounded so it won't hurt, and it's a perfect length and width, just a little smaller than my boyfriends. If it was any bigger I wouldn't be able to use it. But I can't wait to shove it into my cunt so hard that I scream out in pleasure. For now though, I let the water hit my pussy. Every time I move my hand just a bit, a stream of water crosses over my clit and sends a piercing sensation of ecstasy rippling through me. Eventually I steady my hand so that my clit's always coming into contact with the steaming hot water, and it feels so good. My eyes are now closed, and all I can imagine is my boyfriend's rock-hard cock thrusting in and out of me. Pounding into me, again and again. He knows how much I love it when he fucks me hard, and he uses that knowledge to his advantage.
Wanting more than my clit to feel pleasure, I take my mascara bottle in my free hand, and move it closer and closer to my cunthole, teasing myself. The water's still hitting my clit, and it's making my mind spin. I want to cum so bad. I need to cum so bad. Finally I can't take teasing myself anymore, and I slowly let the mascara bottle enter me. It feels so good as my pussy lips wrap around it, grabbing it as it makes its way further and further inside me. It's already sending me close to orgasm, as I've teased myself so much, and the water's still connecting with my clit, making it feel so nice. Pushing the mascara bottle as deep into me as I can, I give a little shudder and slowly draw it back out. Fuck, the motion feels so good inside me, and it's so effortless. My natural lubrication works with the water and lets me pump the bottle in and out of me with ease.
I draw it in and out of my pussy hole, feeling both it and my clit growing with pleasure. Eyes still closed, I let the ecstasy run through me, and feel my orgasm build. In and out, in and out. My tongue is toying frantically with my lip ring, something I do when I'm about to cum. I quicken my pace with the bottle, shoving it into me faster. It feels so fucking good, pumping into me as the water hits my clit. Rolling my head back, I feel myself starting to cum. God it feels so good. Thrusting the bottle into me harder now, I start to lose control. It's difficult to keep the showerhead steady as I cum, shaking all over. The orgasm rips through me so hard, I can't fucking take it. Finally I moan, bite my lower lip and let go of the mascara bottle, letting my juices flow out of me. God, that was so intense.
But I want more. I open my eyes slowly, and look down at the water hitting my pussy. My naked lips are swollen with the pleasure, and I can see my erect clit reddening as the water continues to strike it. I just came, and I want to cum again, and again and again. I'm so fucking horny, and the water feels so good. My boyfriend likes to call me a cumslut while we're fucking, because he knows how much I like to cum. And how I <i>do</i> like to cum... I want to cum again.
So I turn the showerhead to the harder of the two settings now, and immediately have to move it so that it doesn't come in direct contact with my clit; it's just too intense a feeling. So I let the water hit right below my clit, where my boyfriend likes to tease me with his tongue. Fuck, it feels so good. My eyes close again, I start playing with my lip ring subconsciously, and my free hand finds its way to my pussy. With it, I tease my cunthole a little, just barely touching it. This adds just the extra pleasure that I need to be able to stand the harder setting directly on my clit. As I let the water move up onto my reddened clit feeling is so extreme. Fuck! It feels so nice as it pounds against me. I let my finger slip inside me, which is nothing compared to the mascara bottle, but it's still enough. My stomach muscles clench tight trying to keep myself still as the orgasm explodes through me. Oh my god, I can barely handle the way my clit feels.
I shake a little as I cum, and feel my pussy tighten around my finger tight. Fuck. Feeling a little aftershock, I control my breathing and realise that I was biting my lip again. It's a small wonder my lip hasn't started bleeding before; I've bitten it so hard because of my orgasms. Fuck, I love to cum. The water's still pounding on my clit, and I'm giving small little convulsions as it hits just the right spots. Of course, I'm ready to cum again, but I want it to be even more intense. I can't help but breathe hard as I stare at my throbbing cunt. It's so fucking sexy to see it pulsating with how hard I've just cum. Fuck, and I'm going to cum so much harder.
It already feels so good. The constant pummeling of my clit sends ecstasy through my body, and I roll my head back, barely able to put myself through it. I shift my body weight, trying to get a little more comfortable. Not wanting to stop the pleasure coming to my clit, I start rubbing it with my finger as I let the water pour over my body for a moment. I hadn't realised that I was getting cold, and the hot water pouring over me feels so good. I feel so sexy when I'm wet, and it turns me on to feel the water all over me, dripping down my body. But my finger doesn't do as good a job as the showerhead does, so I return to it. It hits my clit hard, hard enough to send me to climax soon even if I do nothing else. But I'm worth more, worth a better cum. I hold the showerhead in my right hand as steadily as I can while I shift my weight. I need to cum so hard, and it needs to be soon.
My left hand makes its way around to my ass, and I try to restrain myself from pushing my finger in right away, which I know would make me orgasm. Instead, I let the water hit right below my puffy clit, and bite my lip in anticipation of this orgasm. Shit, I want it so bad. My index finger finds its way to my asshole, teasing just the entrance as the water stimulates me still. Even that is enough to drive me wild. My ass is so sensitive; I can barely stand not to be cumming now, rolling my eyes in my head. Slowly I urge my finger inside my ass, just to the first knuckle, and bite my lip hard. Fuck, it's already so intense. The water's battering my clit again, sending me into ecstasy, and I'm going to cum so fucking soon. God, I shove my finger in to the next knuckle, and wiggle it around a bit. God. Fuck! I'm starting to cum. I wriggle my finger inside my ass furiously, needing this release. Fuck... It's so... Oh my god. I feel the orgasm concentrating on my pulsating clit, but my finger in my tight ass just makes it explode. I can't control my body writhing as the climax plows through me, and I could swear there's a hole in my lip where I'm biting it so hard.
Finally, after what seems like forever, my orgasm subsides, and already another is building up. Fuck, no. I immediately change the setting on the showerhead to the softer, and carefully take my finger out of my ass. Even doing that causes me to squirm. Fuck... That was so ridiculous. I let the water drizzle over me as I control my breathing and let the walls stop spinning so slightly. It takes me a minute or two, but eventually I come back to the real world. First I wash myself off, and then carefully stand. With one last rinse of water before I turn it off, grab my makeshift dildo and get out of the shower. I'm exhausted from my orgasms, and meagerly but away my makeup bottle and wrap a towel around me. As I open the bathroom door my heart skips a beat. Fuck! Why does he have to scare me like that? My boyfriend's standing right there, undressed and seemingly ready to join me in the shower. He's obviously aroused, but too late. Damn. Ah well, I guess my fun could've just been a warm up.
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<em>This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.</em>
Amy and Zoe watched the rain roll down their hotel window. The sky was grey from end to end, there was no going outside today. Such a shame, they'd have to stay in all day and have sex.
The two young women had been college roommates, years ago. Now they were both married, had careers, busy lives. Amy was a lawyer in Los Angeles, Zoe a chemical engineer in Chicago. But they made it a point to see each other a few times a year. Their husbands had no idea what they did all day, or all night, on their getaway weekends.
Amy stretched her lean body against the hotel's luxurious sheets. They always pooled expenses and got the best they could afford. Even now in their late twenties the best they could afford was very good indeed.
Zoe was standing naked at the window, looking down at the city below. She turned and climbed back into bed with her former roomie. They had begun experimenting in college, it seemed like everyone was back then, as roommates it was almost expected. They found they were bisexual; soon sharing each other's bodies was as natural as breathing.
Amy was the tall blonde, Zoe the slightly-less-tall brunette. Both women were slender and muscular, Amy being an A-cup and Zoe a B. They looked remarkably similar, people often asked if they were sisters. They were certainly as close, if not closer. They loved giving each other physical pleasure and were quite adept by now.
They had planned on exploring the city by day, now Nature had forced their hand, no choice, they'd just have to deal with it. They'd breakfasted, checked their social media, showered, all while keeping an eye on the sky. Both had secretly hoped for rain, and were happy their prayers were answered.
Amy pulled her friend in for a long, lingering kiss. Amy was naked as well, Zoe loved looking at her. "So, we just showered, want to get dirty again?" Zoe asked, lust brimming in her eyes. She gave Amy a wicked grin. "You know me, always ready."
Amy pretended to consider. "Hmm, boredom or orgasm, hard choice." She giggled and kissed Zoe's nose. "Let's play, what do you say? Shake those pom-poms for me you ex-cheerleader." Amy like to tease her friend about their college days.
They kissed tenderly for a moment before Zoe pulled back. "Would you be open to something new? I've kinda wanted to try this for a while now but I never said anything." She was blushing, eyes downcast. "It sounds so Fifty Shades, I know but... could I tie you up?"
Amy's heart skipped a beat. What was this, a new side to her old friend! Amy liked to explore in the bedroom as well. "Sure, that actually sounds kinda hot." Now it was Amy's turn to blush. "I didn't read the books or anything but yeah, you hear about that stuff and it makes you wonder, right?" Now she looked Zoe in the eye. "Would you maybe want to blindfold me too?"
"Yes!" Zoe replied. "I would love to! It sounds so exciting, so naughty." Zoe gave Amy another kiss, this one deeper, hotter than their earlier playful kisses.
Amy moaned into her lover's mouth as they kissed, her body was heating up, she was looking forward to this! Zoe went to the dresser and came back with a small plastic tote. She opened the lid away from Amy, and pulled out some bright cloth before closing the tote and setting it on the floor nearby.
"All right, ready?" Zoe asked. Her eyes were shining, she was so looking forward to this! The cloth turned out to be many silk scarves. Zoe selected one and folded it into a blindfold. She gently lifted Amy's head and gave her a quick kiss before wrapping the blindfold around her head.
The scarf was very soft and thicker than it seemed, she could see a few points of light but that was all. Amy felt Zoe's breath in her ear whispering, "Lay still now, love."
Amy felt her right wrist being gently wound with silk and bound to something out of sight. Then her left wrist, then both ankles. She tested her bonds, they were comfortable and secure. Amy was straining to hear what Zoe was up to but the sounds were partially muffled by the scarf across her head. Not knowing what was going on was a delicious torture.
Now that Amy was blindfolded, Zoe was taking things out of the box she had put on the floor. She was smiling wickedly to herself as she contemplated her unsuspecting playmate.
Amy's world was now mostly sound and touch, the anticipation was almost unbearable. When she was touched finally she gasped in surprise, Zoe was clamping something onto a nipple. The pressure increased gradually until it was right at the edge of pain then stopped. Amy waited, expecting the other one to be done next. Instead she felt something incredibly soft running up her inner thigh and she gasped in delight.
Zoe wanted to keep Amy off balance. Now she was running a rose up and down her lover's thighs, the softness of the petals matching the softness of Amy's skin. She could see it's effects as Amy twisted in her bonds, trying to prolong the sensations Zoe was giving her. Amy was getting wet, Zoe could see and smell her arousal as her pussy responded to Zoe's ministrations. She was watching Amy's cunt flutter and twitch as her arousal grew.
Amy was floating in a sensual sea, waves of bliss washing over her as Zoe played her body like an instrument. Soft cries were escaping her throat as stimulation came, built up and suddenly ceased; it was maddening. Zoe had yet to touch her cunny or clit, both were begging for attention. Her thighs were trembling already, she was closer to cumming than she'd ever been without her clit involved.
Amy was this close to orgasm, Zoe was making her anticipation grow and grow. Suddenly Zoe stopped everything and slid back on the sheets. She wanted to see her friend's reaction; Zoe loved being a tease.
"Zoe? Zoe, come on, please, I need... I need something, god, you can't just leave me like this, oh god, Zoe!" Amy was twisting in her bonds, her body seeking more stimulation from her lover. She was desperate for something, anything to bring her back to the edge of orgasm, send her crashing over.
There was a click and a hum. Amy recognized the sound of her favorite vibrator and she moaned, thinking how good it would feel, any second now. The humming got louder and suddenly her thighs were being stroked by the buzzing toy, it was circling her clit, then was thrust deep inside her already wet cunt.
Amy came, crying out in ecstasy as her pussy squeezed the vibrator, gushing girl-juice and spasming for Zoe's admiring gaze. Zoe let her go for a moment then added her mouth to the mix, sucking on Amy's clit to send her friend to even higher heights. "Oh god Zoe! Yes, oh yes, so good!" Amy rocked in her bonds, euphoria in every nerve, riding her orgasmic waves as Zoe nuzzled her sopping cunt.
Finally Amy quieted. "Wow, Zoe that was incredible. I never knew... Well, untie me and I'll do you next." Silence greeted her remarks. "Zoe? You are going to untie me, right?" Suddenly Amy's voice was less certain. "Come on, this isn't funny any more. Stop it Zoe."
"Or what? Hmm, Amy? Or you'll... what?" Zoe's voice was distant. "You're mine now, I finally have you right where I want you. I hope you enjoyed your last few moments of freedom and sanity." There was a period of relative silence, then Amy felt weight on the bed again. She felt Zoe's approach, heard her breathing, then her blindfold was removed. Zoe was looming above her.
"Amy, Amy, Amy. Always the star. Always number one. Well now I'm going to be <b>your</b> number one." She produced a small black case, opened it. Inside were a hypodermic needle and a small flask of some clear drug.
"Straight As in chemistry, had to be good for something." Zoe was drawing an injection as Amy thrashed in her bonds. Once done she swabbed Amy's arm and jabbed the needle in. Amy cried out in pain and Zoe smiled. "My own blend of drugs. Don't worry, you won't die."
Amy's arm felt hot, it spread to her whole body. Her head was spinning, where was she, why couldn't she move? Why was she so angry? Someone was putting headphones on her, it was her friend Zoe's voice! She was saying how good it felt to obey. Amy was confused at first but then her pussy started feeling really good, really <i>really</i> good; she looked down and there was Zoe! She was licking Amy's pussy, god it felt wonderful! Better than anything ever!
Zoe's voice was whispering to Amy, telling her how she could feel this way always, how good it felt to serve Zoe, how much joy there was in being a slave, a fucktoy. When she heard those dirty words in her ears her pussy would throb, Zoe was always doing something naughty to her cunny or her butthole right then, making her moan and test her bonds.
Amy wanted to cum, her body and mind were both begging for release. She looked between her legs, Zoe was looking back at her and Amy's breath caught, how had she never noticed how beautiful, how sexy her friend was? She threw her head back on the mattress, needing to orgasm desperately, there was something missing!
Zoe's hands were traveling up Amy's body, caressing and teasing and still she was denied release. Zoe pinched her nipples, traced the curve of her breasts, inflaming Amy more and more but still orgasm eluded her! Now a massive presence was rubbing the entrance to her hungry cunt; a huge dildo Amy had never seen before. Zoe was pushing it in slowly, it's thickness almost painful. Her nerves were stretched tighter than her cunny and still she was unable to cum!
"Amy? Amy, look at me, love." Zoe's face swam into focus above her. Amy was delirious with pleasure just out of reach. She was ready for anything, as long as she could end this wonderful torture. "Zoe, oh Zoe can you make me cum, please Zoe? I need to cum so bad! Oh god! I'm begging you Zoe, please can I just fucking cum!"
Zoe took the headphones off her friend; she was straddling her on all fours, watching the drug do it's work. Amy was flushed, trembling, panting as the drug re-tuned her brain. Zoe gave the dildo another thrust and Amy almost screamed with need. It was delicious, teasing her victim, but now it was time.
"Amy, of course you can cum, any time you want! But, it won't be as good, it won't be <i>nearly</i> as good as an orgasm I tell you to have, will it Amy? My little slut Amy? Will you cum for <b>me</b> now, Slut Amy?" Embedded in the audio Zoe had prepared was the key phrase which she now triggered.
"Slut Amy, yes! Oh Yes!" Amy cried as she finally began cumming. Zoe was stroking her skin, kissing her neck, the dildo was stretching her so good, her orgasm kept growing more and more intense! The whispers from before were echoing in her head, Zoe was now thrusting the giant dildo into her, she was lost in a wilderness of ecstasy with no going back.
She was Slut Amy now, her lover Zoe was making her feel this way, Zoe was everything, Slut Amy worshiped Zoe who could make her feel so delicious, cum this hard over and over! "Oh Zoe! I'm your slut now, oh god yes! I love it, want to be yours forever, oh my lover, my Zoe, cumming so good for you now!" The designer drug Zoe had given her enhanced everything, she was being shaped through orgasm and suggestion into the perfect fucktoy.
Zoe smiled wickedly and untied her new pet. Amy was cooing and rubbing her own skin as the drug sank deeper into her system. Zoe had been working on the formula privately for years, she considered this version perfect. No side effects, virtually untraceable after a few hours, and the effects were permanent as far as her testing had shown.
"Slut Amy, who's the most important person in your life?" Zoe was testing Amy's responses. Most people of course would answer their children if any, their spouse or even themselves.
"Why, you are Zoe!" Slut Amy seemed shocked at the question, as if it was more obvious than the sunrise. "Zoe, what can I do, how can I please you? I need to make you happy, Zoe, like you've made me!" Slut Amy knelt in front of Zoe, on the mattress, her eyes beseeching, her whole posture subservient.
Zoe's smile blossomed into a truly wicked grin. She'd been waiting for those words since their college days. The drug was partly a hypnotic agent, the key phrase spoken only by Zoe would trigger Amy's instant transformation into the Slut. Once released she'd resume her normal personality.
There was a knock on their hotel room door. Zoe asked, "Slut Amy, will you get the door? I'm expecting someone." Slut Amy smiled happily and bounced to the door, still naked.
The smiling Slut Amy opened the door and said, "Oh hi! What are you doing here Dan?" Dan was Zoe's husband, shouldn't he be back in Chicago? Slut Amy was sure Zoe would sort this out, she moved aside and said, "Well, come on in!"
Dan entered the room, going straight up to Zoe and giving her a warm kiss before kneeling at her feet. "Here I am, Mistress, as commanded." Zoe saw he never even looked at the naked Slut in the room; he was one of Zoe's test subjects of course.
"Dan, right on time. Now strip. We're all going to play this afternoon." Zoe wanted Slut Amy broken in properly. Her husband's conditioning was total, Zoe could even command his erections! "Slut Hubby, see the new slut? Do you recognize her?"
He was just finishing disrobing, he looked up and saw his wife's friend. "It's Amy! Hi, are you going to play too?" Turning to Zoe he asked eagerly, "Do we get to play with Amy today? I used to want to fuck her all the time back in college!"
Zoe's lip curled in distaste. "Yes, I know," she answered. Another nail in Amy's coffin. "Slut Amy, come here and suck my husband's cock. Dan, get hard for Slut Amy now."
In seconds Dan's penis went from flaccid to erect, he was now looking at Amy with lust; some deep part of him had wanted this for years. Amy knelt before him and started giving him her best blowjob, sucking his cock-head and jacking the shaft. Dan moaned in delight.
Zoe liked watching, and being in control. With her drug getting her subjects to do anything was as easy as asking. "Slut Hubby, come in Slut Amy's mouth, now." Dan threw his head back and jetted his sperm into an unprepared Amy's mouth, she was soon gagging and choking but Zoe hadn't told her to stop yet.
The sadist in Zoe loved seeing her "friend" humiliated, covered in her husband's cum and still looking for more as she blew cum out of her nose, trying to breathe and serve Zoe at the same time.
"All right, Slut Amy, you may stop now. Both of you, up on the bed. Slut Hubby, you're going to fuck Slut Amy in the ass, how does that sound?" Zoe joined them on the king-sized mattress. She propped herself up against the headboard with pillows, the better to see the action. She spread her legs and began fingering herself slowly.
Dan and Amy were kneeling on the bed, looking to Zoe for a command. Her husband's cock was shiny with her new slave's spit and his own cum, good enough for lube. "Slut Amy, get on all fours, ass out. Slut Hubby's going to fuck your ass and you're going to love it." Zoe knew Amy hated the idea of anal sex, she'd expressed this opinion many times over the years.
"Oh goody! An ass to fuck! I never get to fuck asses anymore, just get fucked by my Mistress!" Dan's cock was waving about as if it shared his mindless joy. He grabbed Amy by her hips and drove his six inches in in one hard thrust. Tears sprang to Amy's eyes but Slut Amy cried out, "Oh yes! I love it! Slut Hubby, fuck my ass for Zoe! Fuck me good! I want Zoe to watch! Oh how exciting!"
"Very good, new slut! Slut Hubby, I want you to reach around and play with Slut Amy's clit while you fuck her. Slut Amy, pinch one of your nipples, hard. It would make me so happy to see that." Zoe's fingers were speeding up on her cunt, she wanted to make this last but it was just so hot! Finally seeing her fantasies come true, the power was intoxicating!
Dan was flicking and rubbing Amy's clit, making her pussy gush juice all down her legs. Amy had her face in the mattress, moaning as she tugged her nipples, slamming her hips back at Dan's cock. Zoe saw the pain mixed with pleasure on her new slut's face and moaned herself, sliding two fingers into her cunny. She loved being in control, making others fuck was almost better than the real thing for her.
"Slut Amy, I want you to cum now, cum on Slut Hubby's cock and don't stop cumming until I tell you to!" Zoe's own orgasm was approaching fast. "Slut Hubby, keep fucking that slut! Fuck her good! Oh yes!" Zoe's eyes were bright, she licked her lips as she stared raptly at her slaves. "Slut Hubby, cum now, keep fucking that slut as you cum, Slut Amy don't stop cumming, oh god, oh yes!" Watching the pair in front of her desperately rut, seeing her college rival happily take it up the ass was finally pushing Zoe over the edge, her own orgasm hit her like a tsunami.
Her legs trembled, she threw her head back and screamed, a wordless shout of pleasure as her fingers thrust into her sopping cunny. She was picturing what was to come; Slut Amy licking Zoe's pussy as Slut Hubby fucked her ass again, pegging her Slut Hubby as Slut Amy sucked his cock, she wanted to do it all!
Finally she opened her eyes, commanded her slaves to stop fucking and cumming and take five. Zoe had been planning this for years now, it was glorious to see things beginning after all this time. She couldn't wait for Phase Two.
To Be Continued...
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This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.
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Zoe adjusted the straps on the dildos harness, she didn't want to chafe her new slut on the very first day. Slut Amy now had a nine inch black rubber cock, and Zoe was about to watch her fuck Slut Hubby's ass!
Zoe and Amy were old college roommates who had drifted into being lovers, now many years later they kept in touch in all meanings of the word, enjoying regular weekends without their husbands. Amy was on track to be partner at her legal firm, Zoe was a senior chemical engineer, both were still under thirty.
Amy was the tall blonde. Slender and graceful, with small breasts and long legs, she turned heads everywhere she went. Zoe was similar enough that some thought them sisters; Zoe was not quite as tall, not quite as slender, cute or pretty instead of beautiful. Long brunette hair, slightly larger breasts than Amy, she had lived in Amy's shadow all through college and beyond. Well, now it was Zoe's turn.
Zoe had perfected a mind control drug; she had combined hypnotics and other behavior modification drugs with her private research's discoveries into human arousal. With the proper audio cues it would work 85% of the time, she had discovered that if the subject orgasmed while the drug was working the amount of control over the subject was both total and permanent!
Zoe had experimented on her husband first and foremost, he was now her most loyal slave. Zoe had him answer to Slut Hubby. Slut Hubby's family was Old Money, several of their servants had become unwilling victims as well. Unwilling at first anyway. Once the drug finished it's work you were more than happy to do anything and everything Mistress Zoe asked!
At the moment Zoe and her old friend and new slave Slut Amy were in a hotel suite somewhere rainy, Zoe's husband Dan had joined them a short time earlier. All three were naked and Zoe was excited to finally see in the flesh what she had fantasized over for years; her 'best friend' acting the total slut, doing any depraved thing Zoe could think of.
Amy had always said she hated anal sex, would never do it. So of course the first thing Zoe had commanded Slut Hubby to do was to fuck that ass, and she commanded Slut Amy to love it. Zoe had fingered herself to a delicious orgasm, but that was just the appetizer.
Several hours had passed. Room service had been ordered and eaten, showers had been taken, an important phone call had been made to Amy's husband. Now Zoe was in the mood for some more entertainment.
Dan, or rather Slut Hubby, was bending over the bed, ass in the air, his cock stiff as a board. He was gripping his ass cheeks and spreading them, letting Mistress Zoe get a good look before Slut Amy pegged him. Slut Amy was grinning like a horny fool, spreading lube up and down the unit's shaft. Her nipples were tight and hard, pussy juice was running down her legs. She looked like a total slut, Zoe thought, just perfect.
"All right, Slut Amy, fuck Slut Hubby's ass, really slam it in there." Zoe smiled wickedly to herself as Slut Amy did just that, gripping his hips and shoving the whole thing in at once. Slut Hubby winced and tears sprang to his eyes but he shouted, "Yes, oh I love it! Mistress Zoe, see how Slut Amy's fucking me for you? It feels so good, getting my ass reamed, oh I love it! More, fuck me more Slut Amy! Make Mistress Zoe happy!"
"Oh yes, let's make Mistress Zoe happy!" yelled Slut Amy as she fucked Dan for all she was worth. Zoe watched, eyes bright, licking her lips, sliding her hands down to her hot cunt. God, she loved this, making these people her puppets, having them fuck and suck for her at the drop of a hat, it got her off so much!
"Slut Hubby, Slut Amy, I want you both to cum at once when I give the word! Get ready..." Zoe had three fingers in her sopping cunny, she was close. "All right sluts, cum now!" Zoe held out for a moment to watch as the two shuddered and moaned before cumming herself, toes pointed, legs vibrating as she orgasmed to the horny sight.
"All right sluts, stop cumming now," Zoe panted shortly afterwards. The one drawback to her drug could be that it worked <i>too</i> well; without that command they'd orgasm into unconsciousness. She had seen it was almost time for their next arrival. Zoe had been looking forward to collecting this slave as well, Amy's hunky husband Jake. Amy had been commanded to call him, make him a one-time limited offer of a threesome with her and Zoe if he got to their hotel right away. She knew from her friend's gossip that this was a fantasy Jake had had for years, it was the perfect bait.
Slut Hubby straightened the room while Slut Amy and Zoe prepared; fresh make up, slightly smeared lipstick to make it look like they had started without him. Some killer lingerie. Soon there was an urgent knock at the door. Slut Hubby stood to one side as Zoe and Slut Amy opened the door, then stepped back and into the room.
Jake was stunned when the door to the suite opened, Amy was really there with Zoe, and it looked like they had already been making out. Amy was wearing a red babydoll nightie, Zoe a midnight blue one, they had their arms around each other's waists. Jake stepped into the room, hardly believing his good luck.
That's when Dan grabbed him from behind. Amy smiled at her husband, an evil smile just like Mistress Zoe had ordered. She walked up to him and without a word shot him in the neck with a hypodermic. Jake was suddenly woozy, his muscles felt hot and sore. He was being led into the room, wait, there was Zoe's husband Dan, why was he here? Why were they taking all his clothes off?
Zoe loved it! The look of shocked betrayal when his wife drugged him was superb! And now Slut Hubby can hold him down while Slut Amy teases him and I finally ride his cock! Zoe thought. Amy had bragged for years about what a great dick her hubby had, now it would be Zoe's.
Slut Amy put the headphones over Jake's ears, then started playing with his cock, getting him hard. "Don't worry, Jake, Zoe's a great Mistress, you'll love serving her, she gives the best cums ever!" Slut Amy beamed at her husband, then bent and started licking and sucking his nipples.
"Don't you think your cock should be hard right now, slave?" Zoe asked as she straddled him on the bed. Slut Hubby was holding Jake's legs to the mattress just in case. Zoe looked deep into Jake's eyes, his pupils were huge, the drug was working fine. Slut Amy had him hard now; she had been right, this cock she was looking at was magnificent. Thick and long, veins covering it, the head shiny and pulsating, Zoe couldn't wait to get it in her.
Jake didn't understand what was happening, everyone was naked, and now his body was feeling good, just <i>fucking awesome</i> in fact, he was suddenly hornier than he'd ever been in his life. His cock was throbbing in his wife's hand, someone was holding down his legs and now Zoe was here, oh god, how had he never seen how gorgeous she was? He suddenly wanted nothing more than to be fucked by her, to make Zoe happy forever! He hoped she would fuck him!
"Jake, look at me Jake, see how happy you're making me? Wouldn't you like to do that for ever and ever? Make Zoe happy? Isn't that the best feeling? And it makes all your other feelings better, isn't that right, Slut Amy?" Zoe's cunt was drooling, she was poised over Jake's throbbing meat, waiting for just the right moment.
"Yes Jake, Zoe's the best, cumming for her is so much better than cumming for yourself, you'll see!" Slut Amy was enthusiastically rubbing Jake's chest, keeping the stimulation going. Zoe signaled to Slut Amy and she removed the headphones; the programming was now in his head, working with the drug.
Jake's cock gave a huge throb, all at once he wanted nothing more than to have this erotic goddess lower her tightness onto him, he began quivering with need and anticipation. Her dark hair was the perfect shade, her breasts just the right size, he hoped he would be allowed to suck them!
"Jake, I'm going to fuck you now. Once I'm on your cock you will be mine, all of you will belong to me, your name will be Hot Slut, understand?" Zoe was holding the head of Jake's cock right against her slit, the heat was amazing. "Hot Slut, you're not to cum until I tell you, understand?" Jake nodded and she sank down onto his monster cock.
Zoe gasped at the feeling of fullness, Jake's dick was stretching her to her limit. It seemed like she could feel every vein, every curve, it was pressing into her so much! Her pussy rippled along its length as she adjusted to its immensity. God, Amy had this to play with for years already? Lucky bitch!
"Very good, Hot Slut! Yes, lie still, that makes me so happy, Slut Hubby you can get up now, come here where I can see you, yes, now grab Slut Amy, grab her tight, hold on!" Zoe was bouncing up and down on Jake's cock, her tits wobbling, pussy gushing juice. "Now, Hot Slut, tell me how much you love fucking me! Slut Amy, revert!"
Amy felt as if someone had tossed cold water in her face. What was going on? Someone was holding her, pinning her arms and legs from behind. And her Jake, her husband Jake was fucking her best friend Zoe!
Zoe was smiling a wicked smile, staring right at Amy as Jake babbled on about how much he loved fucking her! Zoe was riding Jake's cock, mauling her tits as Jake held her hips and fucked up into her pussy. She turned her head away and saw the person holding her was Zoe's husband Dan! What the hell was going on?
Zoe watched Amy's face as reality set in, the verbal command restoring her to her pre-drugged state. Shock, betrayal, anger at seeing Zoe's triumphant expression all ran over Amy's features, she turned away only for another surprise, her captor was apparently Dan! Zoe laughed, she'd had enough for the moment. "Slut Amy! Are you happy to see me?"
Instantly Slut Amy was back, She relaxed in Dan's grip and turned her smile to Zoe. "Oh yes Mistress! I love seeing Zoe! Maybe Zoe will make me cum again! I love it when Zoe makes me cum!"
"Hear that, Hot Slut?" Zoe panted. Jake's cock was throbbing, leaking precum into her as she fucked herself on it. "Slut Amy loves to cum for me. Will you love to cum for me, when I let you, Hot Slut?" Zoe was right on the edge, another few strokes...
"Oh Mistress Zoe, I would love to cum for you, can I, please?" Jake's cock gave a huge pulse and Zoe came, shuddering and moaning, curling into herself as waves of bliss surrounded her, crashed over her. "Yes, Hot Slut, you may cum now!" Zoe commanded and Jake's cock spewed hot seed into her womb, doubling her orgasm, making her crazy with bliss. She pulled herself up and down Jake's prick, mewling with joy for what seemed an eternity.
"Stop, stop cumming Hot Slut, oh god!" He had been pulsing in her for her entire orgasm, it was almost torture how good it felt to her! Her pussy was overflowing, her tits felt heavy and hot, Jake's cock still rock hard inside her.
Slut Amy and Slut Hubby were watching, fascinated. His dick was still hard, Slut Amy was unconsciously reaching for it. Zoe pulled herself off Jake's dick and flopped, exhausted, onto the mattress. "All you sluts, listen up, go get cleaned up, order some room service. It's after six, the rest will be here in a few hours." Zoe smiled to herself. The rest of her loyal subjects were on their way now as well, the servants from Dan's family home.
It was going to be a weekend to remember...
To Be Continued...
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"Get off me you asshole!"
"Ah, come on Zoe, you know you want it. Open those legs a little."
Zoe kept her legs rammed tightly together while Junior tried to pry them apart.
"Don't even dream about putting your nasty cock in me! I hate your dumb ass! Get off of me right now!"
"You know you don't mean that. You really want me to fuck you. You're just playing a little game with me."
"Let me up, you stupid son of a bitch. No means no! If you rape me I'll have the cops on your ass so fast you'll think they're jet pilots!"
Junior hit her with a hard right cross. Zoe passed out. When she came to, Junior was fucking her hard. Her pussy was bleeding. She bucked him off just before he started spewing his foul seed. She stood up and kicked him in the nuts. He screamed and doubled over in pain. Zoe retrieved her panties and started for the door.
"You're gonna pay for this, mother fucker! When I get done with you, you won't be able to fuck a cotton ball!"
Junior's daddy owned the town, so when she reported him for raping her, just exactly nothing happened. She resolved to make him pay.
Two years had passed since the rape. Zoe, now twenty, had spent a major part of her time figuring out ways to reduce junior to dust.
Junior was away at college; his rape of Zoe was just a fading memory. He had convinced himself that she had fallen for his seduction. He came home every three or four months to visit his parents.
Zoe kept careful track of his movements. Her plan was set. On his next visit, she would exact payment from Junior.
Junior was about six foot two and weighed 230 pounds, so Zoe knew she would have to overcome his sheer bulk. She was only five feet two inches tall and weighed a hundred and fifteen pounds. She decided on a chemical solution to her problem. She bought some chloroform.
Junior was big, but he wasn't too bright. He spent most of his time at home drinking with his buddies and raising hell in the little town. August in Texas is the hottest season of the year and Junior was fighting the heat with copious quantities of beer. Zoe watched him from a hilltop near the party. She knew that it wouldn't be long until all the party goers either went home or passed out. Junior was forcing his attentions on another young girl. She managed to fight him off and hide in the bathroom. She was the only one still awake at the party.
Zoe crept up behind Junior and slapped a rag full of chloroform over his nose. He struggled briefly and passed out. She hauled him out into the desert where she had assembled her revenge machine.
Junior woke up. The hot sun was beating down on him. He tried to say, "Oh damn," but found he was gagged. He tried to knock the gag off but he was completely immobilized on an "X" frame.
Zoe walked up to him with a whip in her hands. "Remember me, asshole? You raped me and thought you got away with it. I am here to give you what you deserve. I'll remove the ball gag before I start your punishment so I can enjoy listening to you scream the way you listened to me!"
She released the ball gag. "You no good bitch! When I get loose, you're gonna get your ass beat and then I'm gonna fuck you like the whore you are!" he shouted.
She slapped his cock with the whip. "I don't think you know who is in charge here stupid. By the time I get done with you, you'll crawl across Texas just to lick my dirty asshole," Zoe whispered into his ear.
"No way, bitch," declared Junior. He noticed he had the beginnings of a hardon.
"Oh looky! Your little old pecker is starting to stand up. Here, let me help you," said Zoe. She reached out and gently jacked his cock. It rapidly rose in her hands. "Looks like you're ready for some serious sex," she whispered.
At first Junior thought she was going to give him a blow job. Then he saw the sandpaper in her hand. "What are you going to do with that bitch?"
"I'm gonna teach you some respect," she quietly remarked. She started jacking him off with the sandpaper. Surprisingly, his cock stayed hard as she turned it bright red. Junior was writhing in pain as most of the skin was removed from his pecker. "I know you want to cum for me. I'll stop if you cum," Zoe promised sweetly.
Junior couldn't cum. He struggled and struggled but he just couldn't produce. Zoe stopped jacking him off with the sandpaper. His cock had very little skin left on it and it burned like it was on fire. It was bright red. "I wonder how long it'll take to quit hurting?" Zoe asked. "It took my cunt a whole month to quit hurting and bleeding after you raped me. I'm not cruel. I don't want you to get infected."
She produced a rag and a bottle of alcohol.
"Please don't do that," Junior screamed.
She soaked the rag with the alcohol and rubbed Junior's cock with it. There are no words to describe the sounds that came out of his mouth before he passed out. When he came to, his cock was felt like it was on fire. He had to look to make sure it wasn't.
"In order for you to survive, from now on you will address me as Mistress Zoe. You will call me Mistress or ma'am. Anything else will cause me to punish you. Do you understand?"
"Yeah."
THWACK, the whip landed on his aching cock. He screamed in pain.
"What did you say? I don't believe you said the right thing. Now, do you understand?"
"Yes mistress."
"I'm not sure I should allow you to breed. You're a mean sadistic son of a bitch."
He looked at the scissors in her hand.
"Please, mistress, don't hurt me anymore. I'll be good. I'll reform. I won't ever hurt anybody again ma'am."
She looked at him and smiled. "I've been thinking about snipping your nut sack open and whacking your balls off."
"No mistress, please don't do that. I'll do anything you want, but don't castrate me please ma'am, please," he begged.
"I don't know. I remember begging you not to jam your cock into my cunt but it didn't make any difference to you."
Junior was now weeping openly.
"Maybe I should let you go. You could be my obedient little slave. I've always wanted a slave. Problem is, if I let you go, you'll hunt me down and try to kill me. I need some insurance."
"What kind of insurance mistress. I'll do anything. Please don't castrate me ma'am."
Zoe produced a recorder. "I have a little speech I want you to give into this recorder. I promise that if you are not totally subservient and obedient to me, I'll release it on the internet and everybody will find out what a sick sorry motherfucker you are."
"Yes, yes mistress anything."
"Talk into the mic so all the people out there will know all about your dumb ass." She held up the speech she had prepared so he could read it.
"My name is Junior Workman. I am a rapist and a queer. I love sucking dick about better than anything. I love bringing pain to people, especially women because they are small and weak and can't fight back. I am a bully and a coward. I have raped half a dozen girls in this town. My daddy always bails me out of these jams because he has money and he owns the mayor. I have also broken several federal laws including interstate transportation of narcotics. You can't touch me! You're fucked."
"Gee, Junior, that's a nice confession. Now I'm going to go put it on my computer and set it to automatically transmit if I don't give it a password every day. Since I'm a little, weak woman, you're going to have to remind me to reset the timer every day or you will be instantly internationally famous."
"Yes mistress. Thank you mistress. I'll do anything you command ma'am."
Zoe left Junior tied to the X frame while she went home and loaded the recording into her computer. Then she put the tape in a safety deposit box and told her lawyer to open the box if anything bad happened to her.
Junior heard her car drive up. He was beet red from the sun. His cock felt like it was going to explode. He cringed in fear as Zoe approached him. She touched his shoulder and he pissed all over everything. She untied him. He stood up and said, "What do you want me to do ma'am?"
"Get in the trunk of my car. But before you do that, I took a shit when I went home and my ass is still dirty. Get down there and lick it clean."
Junior got down on his hands and knees like a dog and licked her ass clean. Then he snuggled up in the trunk of her car.
It was late when Zoe got back to town. There was nobody on the streets. She opened her trunk and let Junior out. "Get on the ground," she ordered.
Junior immediately went to the ground. Zoe got out her BDSM kit and hog tied him. She jammed an electric dildo up his ass, turned it on and left him there.
Luckily the cops found Junior before anybody else did. They untied him and took him to the station. They laughed at his bright red cock. Then they took him to the hospital. Junior never told them a thing about how he got to where he was found. His cock was in a dressing for eight weeks while the skin grew back. They kept his nuts packed in ice so he wouldn't get an erection.
He remembered to call Zoe every day. He was at a party one night when Zoe showed up. "Well, it's my slave. How are you, slave?"
"I'm fine Mistress Zoe. Thank you for asking ma'am. Can I get you anything?"
"My feet are tired. Follow me into the living room so you can lick them."
"Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am."
As Junior was licking her feet, she looked at him and said, "Payback's a motherfucker."
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Note to readers:
I got a lot of flack from "Zoe's Secret Lust" Part I; evidently my narrative goes too easy on cheaters and unfaithful wives. The male heroes in my stories are mostly husbands who deal with sexually adventurous women, wives who seek excitement, the thrill of new experiences, and that's the motivation for my men to break out of their comfort zone. I also like happy endings. Should I try something different? This is Part 2 of a trilogy, following Pete and Zoe as they navigate infidelity, sexual adventure, and relationship. Part 2 sets up Part 3, as you will see, but I'll respond and even modify the conclusion based on the best comments I get from Part 2; enjoy the ride!
This story contains cheating, bondage, abuse, discovery, redemption, rough sex, humiliation.
Part 2
I waited until most of the other guys had left the gym, and Max was alone in his office. "Can I come in?" I asked, knocking on the door. Max grinned and offered me a seat, I closed the door behind me.
Max is the owner, a tall, muscular gentleman in his 50s? He had a roomful of trophies from bodybuilding contests, and recently took me under his wing. Training and following his advice, I won my first contest. I grew to respect his guidance. Several months ago, over too many beers, he confided in me that he belongs to a sex club, specializing in bondage, discipline, pain, degradation. Master/slave stuff. At the time, I brushed it off as too much information. I had no clue how prescient that conversation turned out to be.
"I was hoping you might introduce my wife and I to your club."
"What do you mean?" Max asked.
I said "I think my wife and I are interested in BDSM play, and I thought you might point us in the right direction."
"How do you know?" He asked. I took a deep breath.
"I recently caught her cheating. We talked about it, and I'm....we're trying to fix it. I discovered that she was attracted to his domination, and rough style, I wanted to learn how to turn her on like he did."
Max looked at me, silently. I grew uncomfortable, and finally volunteered: "I made a video of them fucking...."
I showed him my tablet, the video I'd made of Rafe fucking my wife Zoe while I sat nearby and watched. I had agreed to let her be with him, if I could observe and find out why she wanted him. I know it sounds dumb, but here we are.
We watched in silence for a few minutes. Max called Tony into the room. Tony was another trainer, one of several free-lancers in the club. They coached prospective bodybuilders, or trained people to get fit. Like Max, he was muscular, lean, but much younger, like late 20s. He had a commanding presence, maybe learned from his time in the special forces. They rewound my video and watched together for a few minutes. I thought I'd feel uncomfortable showing it to them, but in fact, it felt like a relief to talk to someone about it. And in truth I was still looking for help, some way to become the husband and lover my wife Zoe desired.
As they studied the screen, I began to recall details that I missed the first time, while I was there. The video played. There he was, that slimy Rafe, a salesman at the company Zoe worked for. Arrogant asshole.
On the screen, Rafe glanced over at me, then pulled his cock out.
Max looked up at me, "Is that the guy she brought to your award dinner?" pointing to the screen. I nodded. Max resumed the video.
"Is your husband this big?" Rafe asked, "Tell me!" he commanded. Zoe replied "He's not a big as you. I've missed this so much!"
"Suck daddy's cock! Let me feel your hot mouth on my fuck stick! Get it hard and ready to fuck your married pussy!'
Zoe said "Oh, lover, I want your cock in me! I've needed this!" as she took it into her mouth.
"Good girl. Suck it like a good married slut." He said. Max fast forwarded a little.
"I want to be fucked by your big cock. So much bigger than my husband! I need to feel you deep inside my married pussy!" She begged.
"You're my hot little married whore aren't you?." Rafe demanded she answer. Max fast forwarded the video again.
"That's right my slut, gag on my big fucking cock." Rafe said, forcing her to suck him deeply, while Zoe choked and sputtered.
"Please fuck me again with your big hard cock. I need it so bad!" Zoe begged.
Max fast forwarded the video again.
"It's better than your weak, puny husband, right? I fuck you better than he ever could!" he demanded. "Mmmm Hmm" she said, her mouth full.
Max skipped ahead.
"I love your cock, Rafe! Oh God, it's so big! I never knew my pussy could feel so good! Better than my husband ever did!"
"You're cock is making me come! Fuck me! Oh God, I'm such a whore. A dirty whore for your cock! Only your big cock! No small cock can ever satisfy me now!"
Max skipped a little.
The woman I thought of as my wife now lay there on the video, covered in her own sweat and another man's cum. Her face was dripping with it, it leaked from her pussy and down her thighs. Rafe moved in again.
"Please daddy, don't tease me. I need to feel your cock in me again! I need a real man's cock in my hot pussy!"
Max skipped ahead. Almost as if he was looking for something.
"Ooohh, fuck me. Please fuck my hot cunt. Fuck it good, so much better than my husband!"
"Do you want to get fucked like a slut? Right in front of your husband?"
"Oh, god yes! Show him how to fuck a hot pussy! I love your cock! Not his! Fuck my hot little pussy with your big cock!!"
"Oh! Oh! So much bigger than my husband! You fuck my pussy so much better! My pussy needs your big cock! Only big cocks!"
"Ooohh God, I'm coming Rafe. Your big cock is making me come."
Max paused the tape and looked at me. "Pete. Listen to me. You marriage was over when she started fucking him behind your back. You're just a romantic, in denial."
I shook my head in disbelief.
"Dude, she brought her boyfriend to your award ceremony!" Max said, exasperated.
The video continued.
Max explained: "This is not BDSM, really. Look at her eyes, she gets off by humiliating you. She wants a cuck husband. That's not something I can teach. Is that what you really want?"
I was speechless. Trying to understand what he said. Humiliation? Me? The woman I loved wanted a cuck husband? Why would any woman want that? I shook my head in disbelief.
Max said "A lot of people, men, husbands, don't think they can be (or want to be) submissive, until they get broken. They are seduced by controlling wives, sometimes with the help of other men, guys she fucks. Once broken, they tell themselves they stay in the relationship for love, then they kneel on the floor while their wife fucks the pool boy. Do you want to be broken?" I shook my head, no.
"Tell me how this started" he asked. I told him the whole story.
Then, he said something that floored me. "I know. We all heard him tell you from the bathroom. It wasn't hard to put 2 and 2 together."
"We thought you'd kill him, then and there" Tony said. "The thought crossed my mind" I admitted.
"Even before that, I suspected something." Max said.
"How?" I asked with genuine incredulity.
"She brought a date, remember?" He said. "To...YOUR...Award.....Party.." he said, slowly.
I was stunned. I never thought of that, I mean, that way. I thought it was an accident, a coincidence. Just a friend from work.
"She brought her boyfriend, the guy fucking her, to your award party?" He asked again, as if I was missing something obvious.
I was so stupid. Suddenly, I felt deflated.
Tony sniffed and added "She was probably planning on slipping away and fucking him after you were drunk enough to not notice."
Max looked at me "Fucking her boyfriend, in a bar, with all your friends there, on the night you won a award. Not to get off, but to humiliate you. On your night, in front of your friends. Oh, she's cold."
Tony agreed "So fucking cold."
I shook my head, refusing to believe what they told me. "I thought if I learned how to fuck her like Rafe does..." I repeated, numbly.
We turned our attention back to the video. We got to the part where I got up and fucked Zoe. Sloppy seconds, to be sure.
"Is that you?" Tony asked, "You got up and fucked her?"
"Yea, twice" I admitted. "The second time before I kicked him out." I said, like it was nothing.
Tony and Max looked at each other. Then back at me.
"She tried to cuck you, she made you sit in the cuck seat and watch her fuck her boyfriend, what did you feel?" Max asked.
"In truth, I wanted to kill him, beat him senseless with my bare hands. But, I needed to see what he did to seduce Zoe, why she kept coming back to him. I wanted to learn his style. I thought that's what she wanted..."
"No, think about sitting there. What did you feel?" Tony pressed.
"Nothing. Like I was watching a play. It wasn't real."
"Even when she humiliated you? Called you inadequate in front of her lover?" Told you your dick was too small, she felt no pleasure from you?"
"I felt nothing. As if she was lying to him, to get him off. Not to me...." I realized how dumb that sounded as soon as I said it.
Tony smiled, and pointed to my chest. "There may be a bull's heart beating inside you. We'll have to see if it's strong enough to save you."
Max sat back and said "You cannot forgive what she did so easily. Betrayal, breaking your marriage vows like she did, is serious, she needs to earn forgiveness. Maybe over a lifetime. Forgiving her, unearned, is weakness. The same weakness that drover her to fuck another. Now is the time for you to stay strong."
"I still want to save our marriage. I'll do anything" I pleaded.
"Hopeless romantic." Max shook his head, smiling. "That's a rare thing these days. Let me think about it."
Max stopped the video, we all sat in silence for a few minutes.
Max looked at Tony, and sighed. "Ok let's take this one step at a time. Here's what you do."
"First, you need to be extremely careful. You are dealing with a snake that will bite you as soon as you let your guard down. A Rattlesnake! No warning! One bite, and you are dead! No taking your eye off that fact!" I nodded, but was unconvinced. Was he talking about Zoe, or Rafe?
Max looked at me.
"She still works with this guy Rafe every day, right?"
I nodded.
"Did she fuck him today?" he asked.
I stopped, stunned at the question.
"Did she tell you she'd ended it with Rafe?" he asked. I shook my head.
I had assumed it was over, that kicking him out was the end of him and Zoe. In truth, I didn't know, and at this point, couldn't say. I took a deep breath, and said "OK, a he's snake. Maybe she is too. What's next?"
"Second, you need to be brutally honest. Lying is a form a disrespect, humiliating the target. That is not you. But, you don't need to tell her everything, play your cards close to your vest. And, you are not a liar. Your fetish is not humiliation, either of yourself or her, right?" I nodded.
"OK, now, tonight, you need to fuck her. Rough, Passionate, intense, until your body can't move anymore. " Max explained.
"Yea" said Tony, "Open up, let your feelings out. Tell her she's a whore, a cunt, a slut, she cheated on you, a back-stabbing bitch...." I looked at him like he was crazy, and shook my head. He continued, pointing at me. "Yes, all the feelings you felt when you first found out, betrayal, lies, fucking a slime ball behind your back. Rough, hard, AND verbally abusive."
"It will be cathartic, trust me. But....!" Max looked at me intensely. "Do not hit her. No slapping, no punching, nothing. You are vulnerable right now, and if you give in to a endorphin release, you may not be able to pull back. She might try to make you. Don't give in. No hitting." I nodded. Max seemed convinced, he continued. "Do not stop using her body until you are physically exhausted, and unable to move. A fuck to remember! Keep her off balance, don't relent, don't let your guard down."
Tony seemed to type something on my tablet, then handed it back to me.
"Then, come back and tell us how it went." I nodded and left.
I showered and gathered my gear, and went home. Zoe was in the kitchen, busy with dinner, still wearing her work clothes. She greeted me with a cheerful "Hello honey!" but I just grabbed a beer and sank into the couch, my thoughts spinning in my head.
After a moment, she came into the living room, and sat next to me, close, sexily, like I always dreamed a wife would do. "How was your day?" she asked, smiling and putting her hand on my thigh. In the past few weeks I'd caught her cheating on me, then she convinced me to watch her as her boyfriend fucked her and they both humiliated me, and now things were back to normal between us? I realized that I wanted to talk, to share my thoughts, my fears, but I recalled Max's warning. This was too...artificial, too expected.
"Did you talk to Max?" she asked. After I'd kicked Rafe out, I offered to learn to be more savage in bed, with her, by talking to Max.
"Yes" I replied, simply. There was silence, then she continued.
"What did he say?" she prompted, finally, putting her hand on my thigh. "He said he'd think about it." I answered, truthfully. I sat silently for a long moment, not offering anything else.
She moved in close. "I wonder what it might be like? A sex club! To be naked in front of all those men, helpless, exposed..." she said, dreamily. "Wow" I thought, that was a new twist on her ideas for us. "All those men.." she said, it rang in my head.
I leaned over and kissed her. Gently at first, them more aggressively. I put one hand behind her head and pulled her close, the other hand was pawing at her tits over her work clothes. Zoe cried out with surprise, but I moved on top of her, my tongue exploring her mouth, my muscular arms holding her close. After a few seconds, a feeble attempt to push me away, she relaxed and started to kiss me back. I practically ripped her dress off, pulling it over her head and tearing at her bra snap, the whole time squeezing her breasts and biting at the nape of her neck, her earlobes, and then kissing her passionately. Never giving her a moment to escape. She scowled when I tore her dress away, but I ignored her and pulled her panties to her knees. She started ripping at my own clothes, my workout gear was easier to remove, and in moments we were both naked.
"Oh, Pete!" She said, "What's gotten into you?"
I was silent. I put my hand on her pussy and inserted a finger. She was wet, very wet. Zoe gasped, and as I massaged her pussy walls with my finger, she stared to hump my hand.
"Oh, my god! Yes! That's it! So good! Yes!" she cried out.
I moved to suck her tits. She had amazing tits! I licked and nibbled on one nipple, then the other, then worked up to her neck again. She writhed, and moaned, and twisted in my arms, her hips rotated forward and pumped her pussy on my probing fingers. God, what a sexy woman!
My cock was rock hard. I pulled her legs apart and moved in between them. "Yes! Yes!" she begged. My cock slid in deep, effortlessly, her hot cunt was incredibly wet.
Incredibly wet.
Did she fuck Rafe today? I heard Tony's sneering question in my head. Did she really just come home with a pussy full of his cum?
Maybe I am a fool. But, I had to finish what I started. The thought of her fucking him yet again, behind my back, only ignited my emotions, giving me power.
I started off with slow, long strokes, until her body started to respond, then built up speed.
As I worked her pussy with my cock, I recalled what Max had said. I steeled myself and began fucking her in earnest. She started to moan and whimper, crying out with pleasure.
"You like that? You fucking slut! You cheated on me in my house, in my bed! You let him fuck your married cunt like a cheap whore, you worthless fucking bitch!" I started railing her nasty pussy, harder and harder, using my body to hold her in place.
"Oh! Yes! Fuck my cheating pussy! Yes! That's it! Harder! Yes!" she cried out.
I started to emotionally unload, to call her names, to get increasingly rough. It felt like a pressure valve was releasing, I was being honest for the first time.
"You cheated! You fucked that asshole right here, right in front of me! Fucking slut!"
"Yes! I'm a slut, a slut for his cock! Fuck me!" she wailed. Her body desperately trying to both escape and fuck me back. I held on.
"Ugh! Take that cock, you cheating whore! Ugh! Ugh!" I screamed.
I don't even remember climaxing. But I felt my cock throbbing and hot jets of semen pumping deep into her pussy. But, I didn't stop fucking her until my rod started to soften, then I pulled out, and held her leg with one hand while I rubbed her clit with my other hand. She was lost in an orgasmic haze, her tits shaking, her nipples rock hard.
Just as she was approaching a climax, I moved around and pushed her face into my cum-covered groin. "Suck my cock, you fucking whore! Lick up all that cum! Is that all mine? Or, is you boyfriend's cream mixed in too?" I felt her tongue across my balls and up my shaft. I ground my crotch into her face, covering her with frothy cum and sweat, while she hungrily tried to lick and suck any part of me that got close to her mouth. As I got hard again, I moved around and bent her neck over the couch, standing behind it so I could fuck her mouth as deep as possible, dragging my balls across her face. She was drooling, gagging on my dick, but her free hand was rubbing her clit furiously.
I was insatiable, I fucked her cunt, her mouth, and when I went soft, used any vibrator or toy I could find, until I was physically and mentally spent. Zoe was panting and sweaty, her cum soaked hair stuck her to face, her eyes droopy, her body limp. She took everything I threw at her, seemingly never getting enough. It was very late when I finally dragged myself into the shower, and collapsed into bed. I don't ever remember her crawling into bed next to me.
We both slept in late, but eventually I gave into habit and made it to the gym, Zoe still sleeping. I completed my full workout, glad to have something to take my mind off things at home. Before I left, I stopped in to chat with Max. We talked as if we were coaching a game, strategy and tactics. For my marriage.
"OK, her next move will be to try and get you to talk about Rafe, that night, maybe a repeat fuck session with him, where this time you will only be allowed to watch. Don't you dare! It's a trap. Just tell her (honestly) you are not ready to talk about it. In truth, you are not; that was a heavy blow to your ego, your wold view, and it will take a long time to let all the implications settle. Do not show weakness now."
Tony offered "Just try to return to normal, if you can, be yourself, but give yourself time to reflect. See what happens, what she does next."
"Here."Max said, offering me a small cloth bag, I took it and looked inside. "It's a beginner's kit, there are some restraints, a few toys, nothing too 'Advanced" he said, grinning. "Let me show you something."
Max took out a small riding crop, with a leather paddle on the tip, it was maybe 18" long, the paddle was smaller than my palm. "Stand up" he said.
"Ouch!" I cried out, surprised by the sudden pain. As soon as I stood up, he hit me on the nipple. "Short, quick, taps, wrist only, start slow, see how she responds." I nodded, rubbing my tit. Max gave me a few more instructions, then I left.
I thought about what they said. The first advice Max gave me was working, he was spot on in his assessment. Zoe seemed to respond positively.
That night, Zoe has brought home take-out, we sat and ate, exchanging small talk. She poured us some wine, shortly we finished the bottle.
"Go get a shower. Wait for me, naked on the bed." I said. Zoe looked at me, one eyebrow raised. If she refused or argued, I was ready to spend the night watching TV alone. Slowly, she rose up and turned toward the bedroom.
Later, I heard to shower stop. I looked at my phone for 10 minutes or more, to make sure she had time to comply. Then I took the bag Max had given me, and went to join her.
Zoe was laying on the bed, a sensual pose right out of Penthouse, looking vaguely impatient with me. I reached into the bag and produced a blindfold, and quickly secured it around her forehead, tying it tightly. "Put your arms over your head." I said, calmly but with authority. Zoe smirked a little, but complied. I secured her hands to the headboard, then her knees to the side frame, she wriggled and tugged against each bond, but I was thorough.
"Is this Max's idea?" She asked, slightly amused.
"No." I answered truthfully. "This is my fantasy." I removed the crop/paddle and gave it a few snaps in the air over her secured body. I saw her face wrinkle in confusion.
Using the tiny paddle, I traced a line from her lips, down her neck, along her breast, down the inside between them, across her abdominal muscles, watching as they tensed and flexed under my touch. Then, slowly, I teased down to her inner thighs, slowly, then back up to her pussy. I could see the smooth lips glistening with wetness even now.
"Have you been a good girl?" I asked. "Hmm" she mumbled, Her lips made an exaggerated thoughtful expression, as if she was pondering the question. I counted to 5, then tapped the paddle against her nipple.
"Ouch" she said, annoyed.
"Do I have to repeat myself?" I asked, calmly.
She tugged at her bonds, I counted to 5. She started to speak
Slap. Harder than before.
"Ouch! Pete! I was just about to...." "Five" I reached in my head. Slap! Harder still, by a little.
"Ow!" She cried out, involuntarily. "For crying out loud, I'm not a girl I'm a grown...!" she started. Four...Five...
Slap!
"No, you're not a girl. You're a slut. A slut for other men's cocks. Aren't you?"
"What? No, I'm married..."
Slap! Slap! The flesh around her sensitive nipple was reddening.
"Ok! Stop! I'm a slut!" She said.
"Who's slut are you?" I asked.
She exhaled, as if she was tired of our game. "Your slut." She said, flatly.
Slap! On the other nipple. Not hard, but sharp.
"Who's?" I asked.
"My husband! Pete! I'm your slut!"
Slap! Her nipple got hard, the pink flesh turning red, quickler than before.
"Recent evidence suggests your anyone's slut" I said calmly.
"No! I fucked him for us! You gave me permission!" She pleaded.
Slap! A little hard this time. She cried out and pulled against her bonds.
"Stupid little slut, lusting after another man. A weak, pathetic man."
Slap!
"No! Never again! Just your slut! A slut for your cock!" She pleaded.
Her nipples were rock hard, bright red, I touched the crop to her left breast, she pulled away, they were sensitive too.
I slowly traced the crop down her body to her pussy, I noticed it was very wet. I gently glided the paddle over her erect little clit, eliciting an involuntary gasp from her. Then, I traced her pussy lips down to her asshole, then up again. "A slut for my cock?" I asked. I tapped her clit with the paddle, softly.
"No! Not that! She pleaded.
"What kind of slut are you?" I started counting silently.
"Your slut!"
This went on, mixing of pain and pleasure until I had her complete submissive compliance. Then I fucked her. When I finished, I untied her and we both fell asleep.
That week, we we cordial, we snuggled and watched TV, we made love a few more times, (I picked the time and place, and rejected any advances not to my liking) The sex was vanilla, except for I still kind of hate-fucked her, only with less verbal abuse. I thought to save the blindfold and riding crop for special occasions. No more role playing or experimentation, either. I'd fuck her as hard as I could, then ignored her. The effect was she was more affectionate, and talked about us, as if we had a future. I wanted desperately for those words to be true. She never brought up Rafe, to my relief. Did she really keep fucking him? Or, was it really over between them?
She had promised she wouldn't do anything behind my back. Was I still a fool?
On Friday, Zoe told me she'd planned a weekend for us, describing a long drive over the mountains, attending a classic car show, a 50's style sock-hop dance and wine tasting, finally a night semi-camping in a secluded cabin overlooking the valley. Those were all things I'd tried to do with her before and she expressed distaste. Now, she was eagerly planning my perfect weekend. I found myself getting excited about a weekend alone with her and away from this environment, when I heard her say "The lodge that my company rents for special events, or sales conferences, you've been there, remember last July 4th?"
She had been cheating on me with a co-worker, why would she arrange for us to stay at a company retreat? I realized I'd lowered my guard, but caught myself.
I spoke to Max. He thought for a moment.
"It may be on the up-n-up, a legit attempt to make things up to you. But, don't let your guard down, don't even take your eyes off your drink! And don't drink anything you haven't opened yourself." I thought he was taking things a little too far, but I nodded.
Max looked at me, "Go, have a great time! We'll just have to see what happens."
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Notes to readers:
After reading your comments and private emails, I thought long and hard about the scenario and the players in this last chapter, and how to continue the story arc in a credible way. Pete is the kind of a guy who would willingly give you the shirt off your back, if you needed it. Quick to forgive, a gentile giant. The thing about guys like Pete is they do not forgive twice. Naïve, not stupid. I really love the positive comments (obviously) and the helpful criticism. Thanks for reading, thanks for taking the time to comment. A double thanks to my female readers! You girls rock! I hope you all have fun.
This story contains cheating, bondage, abuse, discovery, redemption, rough sex, group sex, humiliation.
Part 3
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"I'll bet she fucks her boytoy before the weekend's over" Tony said, a little cynically I thought.
"She's going to cage you, tie you up, I'd bet." Tony added. "Make you watch her get fucked again. This time, you won't be allowed to stop him."
Denny, a trainer I worked with most because he had a similar build, height, and later to the amusement of all, the same buzzed haircut as me, said to Tony (Not just a little annoyed, too) "Dude! That's his wife! Show a little class!".
I must have looked shocked. Max gestured Tony to silence.
Max said "If she's determined to cuck you, her boyfriend will be there. But, this time he won't take any chances, and will have convinced her to take precautions."
"Precautions? Like what?" I asked, in genuine puzzlement.
"He's a control freak." Max explained.
"He might make her put on a chastity device, a cock cage, that will prevent you from getting an erection, in a painful way too. Remember, last time? You fucked her in front of him, then kicked him out. Cucks are not allowed to do that. If he's still around, he'll insist you are caged, and maybe bound, before she's allowed to fuck him again." Max explained.
"Why would I agree to that?" I asked honestly puzzled. "Why would she?" Tony smirked.
"Who knows. Love makes us do crazy things. Or, maybe you wont?" He offered. "I hope it works out, but let's have a plan just in case."
Max had me show him on a map where the lodge was, and what cabin we were staying in. Then, he took my phone and entered in a number; suddenly I heard several phones nearby ring, including his. "This is our group number, if you need help just redial, we'll be close."
I took my phone back, and thanked them, but I honestly believed they were over reacting.
"Good luck, try to have a good time!" Max said.
The day was beautiful, perfect weather. I wore my favorite patriotic golf shirt, Zoe never liked it's flashy colors but today she said it looked great on me. Zoe wore a thin sundress that really showed off her curves. She looked fantastic. We drove along the mountain roads, stopping at overlooks and small local stands for fruit and novelties. Around 5pm, we made it to the lodge and I was genuinely excited to see so many classic American muscle cars, Mustangs, Chargers, Corvettes, and the like in vintage pastel colors. The music was perfect for the period and inside the lodge people were dressed in vintage clothes, blue jeans and poodle skirts, dancing in socks or barefoot. Zoe dragged me onto the dance floor and we danced and laughed. Later, we made a round of the wine tasting, and even though Zoe was being the prefect wife, this one vendor, a knockout beautiful red-headed Irish girl caught my eye. She was pouring a deep red vintage from a nearby vineyard. As she handed it to me, our hands touched for a moment, and then our eyes met. It was just a second or two, but it felt electric to me, as she smiled and started to talk, then Zoe moved between us and I fell back to reality. I don't know why that moment felt different, like I was living a dream and almost woke up.
I did notice something odd, there were two or three men here that didn't fit in. Unlike the rugged locals, they had skin fresh from a facial, perfectly groomed hair, they wore chinos or Bermuda shorts that were new looking or freshly pressed. New shirts, and brooks brother penny loafers. Like Mannequins in a department store, almost life-like.
"Salesmen" I thought to myself. They looked uncomfortable at the party, and impatient. I guessed they were from Zoe's place of business, they seemed to try to stay out of sight, but were ogling the women that may have fit Zoe's description. Rafe was a salesman, I thought.
That was a red flag.
At sundown, we were sitting at a small table and Zoe had excused herself. She returned with two plastic wine glasses, one a sparkling white wine, the other a deep red, that she handed to me. "This is the red you liked, right? We should buy a case before we leave."
I took the glass and sniffed it, the rich aroma of fruit, oak and dark chocolate filled my nose, I moved to take a drink, Zoe's eyes grew large. I hesitated.
"Oh, let me get a slice of apple, or fig and maybe a little cheddar, to see how it pairs with food!" I said, then quickly walked to the buffet table, "I'll be right back!" I called over my shoulder.
Once there, I deftly dumped the liquid into a bowl of half melted ice, and picked up a similar glass of cranberry juice, the color matched close enough. Man, I hated to waste good wine. Just then, in the light of the buffet, I noticed a glint of something at the bottom of my old glass, a faint trail of un-dissolved powder, glistening. I quickly stashed it in a nearby flower arrangement, thinking maybe to have it tested later.
I returned to Zoe at our table, downing my drink quickly, before she could detect my switch. "Mmm, that's the best wine I've ever tasted, a whole case you said! Wonderful!" All the while I was thinking about how to test Zoe, to prove (to myself) if she was honest or not. My best bet might be to keep playing along, after all I had no real proof of anything yet.
The evening was winding down, Zoe seemed anxious, looking around, checking her phone, and watching me silently. It wasn't hard for me to feign drowsiness, and I even stumbled a little, slurred my words. Normally, my wife might ask if I was OK, here though, to my surprise she seemed to expect it. Zoe helped me to the truck, almost pushing me into the passenger seat. "You are in no shape to drive!" She complained.
As she went around to the driver's side, I slipped my phone out of my pocket and, recalling the number Max had given me, typed "roofie" in and hit send. I hoped we had enough cell signal for that message to get out.
Zoe, suddenly impatient, started speeding up the rough dirt road to the cabin she'd reserved, the potholes bounced me around as I pretended to be nearly unconscious, to the point I had to hunker down in the seat to keep from banging my head against the door window. After a few minutes, we arrived, she slid the truck up next to the cabin and shut it off. I risked a glance out the window. The cabin was small, isolated, there was a porch out front and an outdoor shower in the back, I could see an old outhouse off in the corner. The stars were coming out, the sounds of crickets and bullfrogs was surprisingly loud. I thought I caught a sight of a car parked in the back, just the bumper showing. But then Zoe came around to my side and I had to feign weakness and disorientation again.
She opened my door, and I practically fell out of the truck onto her. She struggled to get me on my feet and moving toward the cabin door. I kind of enjoyed playing feeble, and made it as difficult as I could for her, she was strong but I outweighed her by 30 pounds at least.
"Fuck! He's heavy" she said, then I felt a man's arm on the other side, and I heard Rafe say, "Let's just get him on the couch, it took you long enough!"
I felt Rafe's breath close to my face, it took a lot of discipline to maintain my illusion. "Stupid ape!" He hissed at me, "You will never interfere with my fuck toy again after tonight, I swear!"
I could have broken him in half, beat him to death with my bare hands. Part of me wanted to jump up, grab him by the neck and bash his face in with my knee. But, I needed to see how deep Zoe was into this scheme, how invested she was.
I pretended to try and lift my eyelids, rolling my eyes and letting drool out the side of my mouth. I should have won an Oscar for best acting. They roughly dumped me on the couch, and I complied, limply crumpling into a heap.
I heard Zoe moan softly, and the sound of kissing. "I thought this day would never end!" she told him. She ran her hand along his crotch, feeling his hardening cock. In a flash she was on her knees worshipping his cock through his pants, like a wonton whore. "Oh, please give it to me!" she begged.
Max said I'd have to see for myself. For some reason, her scheme to drug me, so she could meet her boyfriend, fuck him behind my back, was enough, but when she said "I thought this day would never end" I knew the truth. She'd been pretending the entire day, gaslighting me, playing as if I mattered to her in any way, the...entire..day. The depth of her backstabbing was laid bare, 7 words, evidently the first honest words out of her mouth all day. It was like a switch flipped, now I knew my marriage was over, completely. I fought back tears, anxious that my ruse might be exposed.
I could see into the bedroom, just by raising my eyelid a tiny sliver. Zoe was kissing him urgently, removing her clothes as if they were on fire. Rafe produced a blindfold, and secured it on her. Zoe touched it and giggled, "This is kind of exciting!" she said. "You will find this an exciting evening, babe!" Rafe replied. "I want you first, slut, before the other guys get here!" He slapped her ass, pinched and slapped her swinging tits, then kissed her roughly.
Zoe moaned
with delight.
He pushed her onto the bed, facing the headboard. He stepped to the side and I got a clean shot of her naked ass pointing up like a cat in heat. I could see him tying her hands to the headboard, the tying her legs apart, one onto each post at the foot of the bed. Zoe squealed and giggled, tugging against her restraints. Finally, he pushed several pillows under her hips, raising her ass even higher. Totally exposed and vulnerable. I could see a soft glint of wetness on her pussy lips, ready and eager for what was to come. "Oh, Rafe!" She cooed "I feel so slutty!"
"That's the truth." I smirked. We had played domination a few times, I'd commanded her to serve me, or tied her up, blindfolded. Seeing her now, actually submitting to her master, I knew those times we'd played were just pretend. Here, her master demanded that she subdue me, and she obeyed. I realized I had no idea what I was dealing with; my own wife selling me out.
"What did she think was going to happen in the morning?" I thought to myself. "Did she think I'd forgive her again, even go along with being drugged and forced to watch her fuck her boy friend?" I nearly shook my head with puzzlement. We did roleplay once with her dominating me, and she seemed to really get off on the power, making me sub to her. But, this was completely different; Here I was not willing, nor playing, there was a third person who seemed to control her, to get off making her humiliate me. And she willingly did, consequences be damned. Max was right; this was cold, heartless.
I heard a soft sound, a distant car engine, then the faint sound of car doors opening. I risked a glance over to the door, and spotted Max's face in the darkness. I breathed a sigh of relief, and glad he had stayed true to his promise to be close by. Silently, with Rafe busy undressing, stroking his cock, his focus on Zoe's ass, I leapt up and let Max in, holding my finger to my lips, he nodded and entered carefully. Behind him came Tony, then Josh and Denny, all trainers like Tony. I pointed to the bedroom. We padded along softly and carefully looked around the corner.
Rafe was focused on Zoe's ass, reaching between my wife's legs and roughly rubbing her cunt. She moaned and I could hear the wet squishy sounds of a ready pussy. Next, he started to finger her. Zoe moaned "Oh, god, I've missed you!" She started to hump his fingers, moving her ass to drive them in deeper into her cheating wet cunt. Eventually, she shuddered and lost her balance, falling forward on her hands and knees. Zoe was still tied onto the bed, twerking her hips slowly. ""Oh, hurry up Rafe! Daddy! I need that big cock inside me!" She cooed. She pulled against her restraints, trying to get her ass even higher up, presenting it to her would-be lover.
"Rafe!" she pleaded "Come fuck your hot slut! Please?"
Rafe laughed at her helplessness, her total submission. "I want to hear you beg! Really beg you cheating slut!!" Zoe started in earnest "Fuck my married pussy! Fuck me, please! I'm your slut! Your whore! I need your big cock in my wet pussy! Hurry, please!" Rafe asked "What should we do with your loser husband?" "I don't care! Just fuck me!" she begged. "That's a good girl!" Rafe said, looking smug, and was just dropping his pants around his ankles, when Max moved in. Evan as Zoe was begging to be fucked, begging for the cock of her master.
In a flash, Max had grabbed Rafe, nearly tackling him, placing him into a headlock and putting his hand over Rafe's mouth Tony and Eric pinned his arms and legs, and they quickly and silently dragged him outside. More quickly that I would have thought possible, he was hooded, hogtied naked, his own sweaty socks stuffed into his mouth, secured with his own Brooks Brother's tie. (Who wears a tie, camping?) We left him on the porch, and were just about to re-enter the cabin, when Rafe's phone chimed from inside his discarded pants nearby. Tony picked it up and saw a voice mail alert, he held it up for us, and played.
"Rafe! The guys are eager to fuck that slut from work! You promised she was hot and eager! Which cabin are you in?"
They guys all looked at me. I felt sick. Tony, thinking fast, texted back "Can't talk, give me few minutes" and silenced the phone.
Denny's face lit up, he had a black t-shirt on, he motioned for us to swap shirts so I gave him my red, white and blue golf shirt. Then he grabbed his bike from the back of his truck, and spend off down the hill to the main lodge.
Rafe was struggling, naked, hogtied, a hood over his head. "Where did you guys get a hood?" I whispered, "The hood and rope were in his car!" Tony explained. I shook my head, how could I not expect this?
Tony emerged from the bedroom, holding a shiny metal object. "I found a chastity cage in her luggage, I bet this was for you." He whispered. The guys just looked at me, but I was looking at Rafe's helpless form. Tony grinned "You do the honors" he said, chuckling, and nodded toward Rafe.
The cage was small, I guess intended for me and my more average genitalia. I managed to squeeze Rafe's cock and balls into it, maybe too roughly, and locked it tightly around his entire package. He cried out and tried to scream, but the gag barely let him breath. I could tell it hurt him every time he moved. I smiled. "Poor asshole" Max quipped "If he gets a hard-on, he'll probably crush his own nuts!"
Tony leaned down close to Rafe, and said "Asshole! You probably have a hour get get that cage off, before your junk turns black and falls off by itself. Good luck fucking other men's wives, once your dick is in a landfill!" Tony turned and gave the key to me and said loud enough for Rafe to hear: "If he makes a sound, if he even breathes loud, toss the key into the outhouse. If he wants to get this cage off his dick, he can dig with his hands through 40 years of turds to find the key." I muffled a laugh and put the key in my pocket. Rafe moaned, in self pity. We had utterly switched places, I was in control and he was trapped. Of course, what Tony told him was not really true, but I enjoyed his reaction, I had no pity for him.
We dragged him in and put him on the couch, in my place. Tony used Rafe's phone to text the cabin number back to the other salesmen, "Hurry!" and hit send. I noticed Max positioning Rafe's phone into a hidden spot in the bedroom near an open window, evidently to record whatever happened next.
Zoe was squirming against her restraints, begging and pleading "Rafe! Don't tease me! I need your big cock in my married pussy!" But of course, Rafe was in no position to fuck anyone's wife now. Tony smirked at me, and pointed to Zoe's ass, as if offering me one last fuck. I realized that I had no interest, not even as revenge, not anymore, and shook my head "No." The thought of being with her now was the furthest thing from my mind. She was a stranger, nothing more; I could do better than a dishonest slut like her. Then, we all piled out of the back door, and hid in the darkness.
There was a sound of a big SUV pulling up, and voices of several men laughing and I could hear the words "Slut, fuck her good, married whore..." and other frat-boy terms in the air. From our positions just outside the bedroom window, we heard "Where the fuck is Rafe?" Then another voice "That must be her pussy husband tied up, Rafe said he'd be out for hours. They even got a cock cage on the poor fucker!" "We'll get the blackmail pictures with Rafe, where is he?" then "There she is! The slut of the hour!" as they found Zoe still tied up in the bedroom. They went staggering, in different stages of drunk, some of then even carrying open wine bottles. We carefully watched through the window as they loosened belts and dropped pants hurriedly, one guy hurriedly putting a condom on, then taking position at Zoe's ass, "Fuck Rafe! I'll go first!" Another guy stuffing his cock into her pleading mouth. Zoe moaned with pleasure "Yes! Fuck me!" before her mouth was full. "At least that will shut her up!" Tony whispered to me. Despite myself, I chucked quietly. She wanted this, here it is.
Through the window, we saw a train forming behind Zoe, one guy after another stuck his cock into her, pumped a while, then was replaced with the next guy in line.
The other guys had their cocks in their hands, wanking themselves. They stood around leering at Zoe as she took one cock after another, moaning and squirming the whole time.
"Yes! Fuck me! Oh, Yes!"
Just then the guy my wife was sucking let out a low groan. She pulled off his cock just in time for me to see long spurts of cum shoot from his dick. He sprayed jets of spunk across her lips, chin and down onto her tits. He just kept on cumming. He must have spurted 6 or 7 times before he was done. I guess he hadn't cum in a while, and was eager to take advantage here. Another guy replaced him. Then, another. She was covered in sweat and cum in no time.
"Oh, Fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged. "Someone just fuck me!" They did, almost comically forming a line to stick their condom-covered dicks into her cunt, one after the other.
As each guy ejaculated they moved back and were quickly replaced by the next who pushed his semi-limp dick into her wanton cunt. Or, grabbed her head and forced his cock into her open mouth. They fucked her mouth fast, plunging in and out. Zoe was gagging even as his wet balls slapped her face over and over. The other guys were standing near, jerking off or feeling Zoe's tits if they could reach them. One younger guy just watched, then lost control and ejaculated onto the floor. The other guys laughed at him, to his embarrassment.
I watched from the bedroom window, even now wanting to make sure Zoe wasn't going to be hurt. One older guy struggled to put his condom on, then seemed to have trouble pushing his semi-hard dick into Zoe's wet and used cunt.
"Don't tease me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me hard!" she begged. "Shut up, whore!" he growled. The other guys laughed, even as he finally pernitrated her.
The salesmen would sometimes go to the living room taking turns pointing at "Her husband" (Rafe, tied up on the couch) making cracks and jokes about fucking his slut wife, or how helpless he was, some even took pics of them pushing their ass into "my" face, or with dicks out, forced into "my" hands. They piled used condoms on his head, or dumped them out onto his body, taking pictures the whole time. They were all pretty brave when facing a drugged, helpless victim. But Zoe! Blackmail! That was her play! Zoe and Rafe would take humiliating pics of me while I was still drugged, and use them to blackmail me from this day forward. Not just her, but the guys from her office. They would all know! All have pics of me! Who knows what my life would be like after today, with half a dozen guys having blackmail photos of me. I nearly shook with rage. Max understood it at the same time I did, and looked at me. "You OK?" he asked. I honestly felt like breaking into the cabin and beating everyone inside with my bare hands, this was so cold-hearted as to be beyond my imagination. Max put his hand on my shoulder, and said "Pete. We got this. Be calm, are you cool?" I nodded, trusting his council yet again.
At first, the fuck chain mostly just dropped their pants and fucked her, but as the sex when on and the alcohol took effect it seemed they lost all modesty and piled their clothes neatly in the kitchen. Max noticed they were all, to a man, naked, standing around the bed watching Zoe beg for more, and signaled to Tony. He nodded, then stealthily crept in, grabbing all the clothes, watches, car keys and cell phones, and quickly dashed out. A moment later he returned, grinning like a madman. "What did you do?" I asked. Tony leaned in and replied "I dumped the whole bundle into the outhouse! Down the biggest hole!" I had to hold my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh.
It didn't take long before Zoe looked exhausted, sweaty, covered in cum and completely limp against her restraints. "Still waiting for Rafe to fuck her?" I thought. The sales team looked spent, lazing around or dozing off, too drunk and worn out to fuck anymore.
Max carefully reached in through the window and took Rafe's phone, popped the memory card with the full recording out, putting it into his pocket then dialed and dialed "911" telling the operator "White Mountain Lodge, Cabin 9, drunk, disorderly, possible kidnapping, send help!", then walked over to the outhouse and dropped it in.
Laughing, we quickly piled into Max's SUV, and drove back down the mountain to the dance hall, still rocking. We signaled to Denny who met me outside and we swapped shirts again, just as two squad cars raced past us up to the cabin. Denny tossed his bike into the back. Max looked at me and asked "You got this?" and I nodded. They all left, and I went back into the dance hall, stepping to the music and looking for that hot Irish girl. Oh, yea, I tossed that key into the trash.
Epilogue.
Eventually the deputy in charge found me in the main hall, I was, of course, distraught after "Arguing with my wife and seeing her leave with a coworker" I said. I heard that the police had found the cabin, entire sales team nude, drunk, and my wife tied up. When the police cars showed up, a few of them tried to run, but it was dark and wooded, they were rounded up quickly. At first, they accused Rafe of betraying them, stealing their clothes and wallets and they were furious. Of course, when Rafe was freed, he accused them of attacking him, they they accused him of setting them up, and it turned into a screaming match.
The deputies searched Rafe's car and the company SUV still parked and found rope, handcuffs, roofies and cocaine. The police took crime-scene pictures and arrested the entire group. What followed the arrests would be police reports, and hopefully mug shots. Yea, all their wives would find out, as well as their employer. It might even make the news!
They only two people who has seen me at the cabin were Zoe and Rafe, they wisely refused to admit they had drugged and kidnapped me, a serious felony. When the police brought me to see her, Rafe (I wonder if they left his cage on?) and Zoe were screaming at each other; Rafe actually accused her of scheming with the other salesmen, of being a whore and taking his money and promised to press charges. They were both arrested too.
The deputy interviewed me, I offered that I'd seen my wife acting funny after drinking from a cup, and flirting with a coworker that I suspect she had an affair with. I retrieved the cup from a flower arrangement nearby and gave the detective to have tested. One deputy told me what they had found at the cabin; I acted shocked. "My poor wife! I had no idea!" I wailed. But, I refused to talk to her, "Let her spend a night in jail." I said, the deputy nodded.
I had an alibi, witnesses who saw me (or someone who looked like me, wearing a red, white and blue golf shirt) dancing all night, so everyone else, Zoe, Rafe, and the sales team, was carted off to the station for processing. No matter what story they tried to make up, they were all scheduled to see a judge. Zoe too. Everyone lied to save their ass, pointing fingers at each other. The judge charged them all with something. The powder residue in my wineglass tested positive, Zoe used that information to accuse Rafe of drugging her, in court he got the worst of it.
<sigh> Zoe, my wife. I loved her like crazy, my first real love. I would have (and did!) do anything for her. I'd caught her cheating, and forgave her. I blamed myself, and thought to fix the things I could. I tried to be the lover she desired, even to the point of allowing, then even arranging, for her to fuck her boyfriend in front of me (See Part 1), thinking that made me seem open minded and "exciting". Max was right, I was a hopeless romantic.
But now, I was so done with her.
By the time she got out on bail, her stuff was on the front lawn and I had changed the locks. I cried the whole time, in fact I think I hid from the world for almost a week and just cried, the pain and grief just overwhelmed me. After a time, Max looked in on me and convinced me to re-start at the Gym, and in truth, that physical challenge and the camaraderie of my mates, lifted me up. Zoe tried to call, I forwarded her calls to my attorney's office. I learned there were may firings at Zoe's office, and few divorces as well. Rafe dumped her of course, then his wife dumped him, getting a sizable divorce settlement. When I did see Zoe again in court, I felt... nothing.
Max sent me the video he took of Zoe begging these guys to fuck her, our divorce was quick.
Months later, but not too long after the final papers were signed, I started dating Fiona, the sweet Irish girl I met that night.
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Sometimes I think I must be the luckiest man alive. Not only is my girlfriend Sarah a fit, blonde, blue eyed, babe, but also she loves anal sex. So much so, that she even convinces her friends to try it.
Just recently, she persuaded a new girl who'd started, in the restaurant where she works to come around for a bit of a session. When I opened the door my jaw almost dropped to the floor. Zoe was small but like some kind of wet dream. Long brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes, massive tits and a firm lithe body. She'd come straight from work and she'd obviously dressed to get tips. I could clearly see her black bra through her blouse and her nipples were standing out like bullets. She was wearing a black miniskirt, that barely covered her ass and black stockings that offset her shapely legs.
We broke the wine out and had a couple of glasses, to relax. Once I felt the mood was right I looked her straight in the eyes and said "Zoe, you are stunning and tonight I going to fuck your arsehole." She blushed deeply, so I leaned over and gave her a long lingering kiss. Her tongue probed for mine and I quickly ran my hands over those monstrous melons. They were very firm and as I squeezed them she groaned lewdly and pressed herself against me. She climbed on top of me onto the sofa, unzipped me, and took my cock in her mouth. Sarah, has got naked in the meantime and knelt behind Zoe unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over her hips. What a bum she had. The thought of what I was going to do to it later almost made me cum in her throat right then. Sarah pulled off her thong and started to frig Zoe. "Jesus she's sopping, and bald as a coot"
Zoe was breathing heavily now as she deep throated my cock. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer against this kind of treatment, so I pushed her off and towards Sarah. The two girls pressed their bodies together and I watched as Zoe's huge tits flattened against Sarah's rock hard nipples. Sarah pulled Zoe down on top of her into a 69 and I watched as she licked at her clit. Zoe was busy too, licking out Sarah's hairy muff. It was fantastic to watch these two girls lick each other, but I had an arsehole to bugger.
I smeared some lubricant on my cock, and took hold of zoo's hips, in both hands. She tensed and as I pushed the head of it into her, she gasped. Christ she was so tight I could have cum right then. I slowly pushed the whole length of it in her until my aching balls were resting on her buttocks. We were all sweating heavily now and as I pulled my cock out of her tight arsehole I watched the brown ring contract. Zoe pushed her bum back towards me as soon as it plopped out. "You like that?" I said. "Yes, that was great." She replied. "So?" I said teasing her a little. "Please fuck me" she panted desperately "I'm horny as fuck. I need your cock up my arse. It's so tight and I feel so dirty when you ream me out"
Never one to let the ladies down, I Pushed my cock back in but with more force this time. She gasped "Yes, that's it fuck my tight arse. Jesus, that's good. Oh please do it harder" So I started to pound into her I could hear Sarah underneath Zoe still licking that clit and as I started to really ream Zoe out, we all moved slowly across the carpet. Zoe was moaning loudly and pushing back on every retreat.
She was loving it. I reached around under her and gripped her swaying breasts firmly, feeling their weight and size. At that moment, I felt Sarah's hand squeeze my ball sac and I came. Zoe turned pink and then a huge shudder ripped through her body as she arched her back and a huge orgasm ripped through her. Her arsehole milked my cock like a vice and as I withdrew it, jets of jism shot across Zoe's back and onto Sarah's face who immediately started to suck it as she masturbated and climaxed in front of me.
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<i>This is an original work by 49greg and is copyrighted by by U.S. and international copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and copying to any other site is not allowed. Copyright(c) 2018 49greg.
This is a frame story with a wife telling her husband a story she heard at work while she interacts with him. This story includes a story about cuckold husband, if this isn't the kind of thing you like, don't read it. Be warned.</i>
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This story starts as a typical afternoon at John and Zoe's home. Who knows where the evening will lead.
John got home from his job as an accountant before his wife, Zoe. As usual he got the mail and sorted it out beforehand, took a shower and got into his comfortable clothes - sweats and a tee shirt. He had their dinner started and when Zoe got home from her position as a lawyer with a small firm. She took a quick trip to the bathroom and then they sat down to dinner.
"What're we having tonight baby," Zoe said, kissing her husband on the cheek before sitting down.
"We'll start with salad, and the salmon patties will be ready in a minute. My 'bake fries' will be ready about the same time as the salmon."
"Did you get the cocktail sauce I like?" she asked.
"Yup, and I mixed a ramekin of it with a little Worcester sauce, just the way you like," John said grinning.
"You're the best honey," she said as she started on the salad.
John tended the salmon patties and munched salad between trips to the frying pan. After they were ready he served them and they ate, Zoe with her 'custom' sauce for the fries as well as for the salmon. John used ketchup.
The 'fries' were potatoes, with the skin still on, cut into wedges and mixed in a bowl with vegetable oil, then placed on a baking sheet and sprinkled with garlic salt before putting them in the oven. Once cooked through they were finished with a few minutes on the broiler setting to brown them on top.
"I love this meal, but twice in a week is too much, we need more variety," Zoe said.
"I know, I need to learn to do more," he said.
"Explore some of those cook books we have, if something doesn't turn out, we can order pizza," Zoe said.
"Yeah, I know, I just hate to disappoint you," John said.
"You never will honey, I adore you," Zoe said.
"Thanks baby," he said.
"I had an interesting case today," Zoe said.
"Remember your rule, no work talk at the table," he said pouring some more pinot grigio into her glass.
"Oh I know just like Nero Wolfe, but it'll make juicy listening after dinner. I hope you haven't been looking forward to any TV tonight," Zoe said.
"There's nothing worth watching on the great wasteland."
The meal continued, occasional silences followed by the idle chit chat that married couples fall into after ten years of marriage. They retired to the living room after cleaning up the kitchen.
"So honey, how was your day," said John.
"Oh, you know, same same, one legal thing after another," said Zoe.
"You mentioned something interesting, juicy?"
"Well, there is one, it's kind of sexy, in a way," Zoe said, kicking off her three inch heels and peeling the suit jacket off and draping it over a chair.
She had a quiet smile as she thought about the story she was about to tell her husband, but wasn't sure she would tell him how it turned her on.
"So come over and tell me," said John.
Zoe sat down next to him on the couch, she leaned in to him and pulled her legs up behind her, sitting on them. John noticed that she had a button undone on her blouse, and that her skirt had ridden up to mid thigh.
"So, spill baby, spill," said John.
Zoe leaned in, her lips nipped his ear and she spoke in a low sexy voice.
"There's a woman who sleeps around with her husband's permission, even his encouragement. There's a guy who claims paternity of that couple's one year old son, there's a secret rendezvous, heck, several, there's the husband eating the guy's cum out of his wife. Do you want the details?" She said.
"Oh god yes, that's ... hot stuff, disgusting but hot" he said.
Looking down her blouse with the corner of his eye he saw that there were now two buttons undone, and he could just see her pale pink bra, with the lace applied to the outside. He knew she didn't like lace on the edges or anywhere in contact with her skin because it itched. He had seen this one before. She had several others in the same pale pink, others in light pastel colors, he liked her really sexy satin ones best, and was glad when she didn't wear her usual plain and boring sets.
"Well, the married couple, we'll call them Mr. and Mrs. "Smith", came to our firm to ask what they could do about this Mr. "Jones" and his law suit to claim their son." she said.
John could hear the quotes around the names Smith and Jones from the way she said them.
"Details baby, details," said John with a grin.
"OK but never mention this, or talk about it, except to me. Understood?"
"Yes, just like any case you mention," he said. He knew she was being unprofessional telling him about cases, especially before they were resolved, but she knew he would never divulge anything and would maintain to anyone else that she never talked about her work.
"So, the Smiths come in, Mr Jones had slept with Mrs. Smith way back when. And she had slept, heck she had fucked, other men before, and since. It seems that the Smiths both get a thrill with her finding men, usually on the internet, who are in, or better yet, passing through the area. On some occasions they meet as far as Chicago, sometimes right here in town, or Cedar Rapids, or Des Moines.
"She finds them on-line in chat rooms, and also personal ads in a site called 'Literotica dot com'. Now, she demands proof of a recent, within the week, blood test that show no stds. She said she prefers married well off men. Jones came into the picture and said he was going to be traveling through town on his way back to Council Bluffs. He was going to be in town for a week," Zoe said.
"I've actually heard of Literotica dot com," said John. He didn't mention how many hours he spent on that site.
"So Have I," said Zoe, also not mentioning how much time she spent on that site.
"I've heard that some authors, from lesser story sites have copied and stolen stories from Literotica, that's the lowest of the low to do something like that." said John.
"Yes, this story is written by 49greg on Literotica dot com, and if any reader sees this story on any site other than Literotica, then it is stolen, and they should report it. Authors who steal stories are low life scum. Now, about this story, we were talking about how Mrs. Smith found men, and the precautions she took. Mr Jones was traveling through town on his way back to Council Bluffs, and was going to be in town for a week," said Zoe.
"Lots of time to fuck in a week," said John. Zoe ignored the interruption.
"So, she met him, in a nice restaurant, in this case it was Mary's, you know that nice place in Coralville. We've been there a lot, ever since The Green Bottle changed hands and went downhill and closed down. That's Mrs Smith's method. Meet them in a nice place, different places around town or wherever she is. Hubby is usually near by, often out in a car rather than in the place, in case someone recognizes him. As for her, if anyone asks, she's with a client.
"She insists that the men wear a suit and tie, and he pays the tab at the restaurant if she says she'll meet him, and she pays if she turns him down," Zoe said.
"That sounds reasonable," John said.
"Then they agree on the hotel, in this case he didn't want to use the room he was in, so she went ahead and got one at the Hampbleton, that big one on the interstate. He came in, she had condoms in case he didn't, and they had sex. Apparently he was quite the athlete. She always choses good looking men.
"So what does she look like,' John asked.
"Hmmm, about my height, just a little more busty, not much, maybe one cup bigger. A little bigger boned and she carries it all very well. You would stare at her butt and her legs as much as her boobs. Her skin is really nice, it looks like a very slight tan, and she wears expensive clothes with just a bit of slut to them. Like you want me to wear," Zoe said.
"Sounds like she's a dish that wouldn't have a problem picking a guy up."
She went into positions, how long, where. Oh yeah, she likes anal, your dream babe huh John," Zoe said.
She gently slugged his arm, he grinned.
"What's her favorite position?" John asked.
"She seemed to dwell on both doggie and with her riding him. She also really likes kneeling over his face when he eats her out."
"So what exactly did she say they did?" he asked. Zoe looked and noticed a little bulge in his sweats.
"OK, as best I remember, she said she went into the room, took off her clothes, completely off, and took a quick shower and brushed her teeth. She even talked about bringing one of those packaged enema kits and, as she said, 'rinsed out her back door,' because they had talked about anal sex. She put bottles of lube on the night stand and on the desk."
"She was prepared, and at this point she was still naked?" said John.
"Yes, and you'd like her figure, as I said before, kind of like mine, with a little more hips and probably a cup size larger, she must have been wearing a thong or nothing under her skirt, because when she left I could see a lot of free bouncing going on with her butt. And before you ask, she's a brunette, sort of a medium brown hair."
"OK, go on," John said.
"So then she gets into a sexy nightie. Short, see through, red, with matching bikini panties is the way her husband described the outfit."
"So he's seen her?"
"I gather he packs the overnight bag for her, all the condoms, lube etc. I'll bet he even puts candles in it, just in case she gets romantic, the poor guy," Zoe said.
"But you said he gets off on it," John said.
"Yes, but I feel for the guy, there must be a reason she does this sort of thing."
"Maybe he just likes to think of her screwing someone," John said.
"Maybe, would you ever do that? Want that?" Zoe asked.
John was silent, he had wondered before, when she talked about juicy cases or gossip she'd heard, if she was making it up, or embellishing something more normal. He had the idea that sometimes she wished that the two of them would do these outrageous things, but refused to believe she would want to do something like this. Then again? He finally answered.
"I don't think that I would be comfortable with that," he said.
Zoe laughed.
"So back to her description, and believe me I was surprised that she went into such intimate detail, but Smithers is lead on this case and just let her go on and on. Even prompting her. So anyway, the guy comes in, the lights are on, and she's in this sexy outfit. She has a drink ready and gives it to him, then sit on the couch to talk, she said he went right for her breasts, tits, boobs."
"A breast man then," said John.
"Apparently so," Zoe said.
"And she told you all this, the color of her gown, all that?" John asked.
"Yes, she was very explicit. I think even her hubby, Mr. Smith was getting turned on, I know I was, and I'm positive Smithers was."
"Wow, that must have been something, a big change from the cut and dried legal stuff you usually work on," John said.
"Yes. Here's an example. She, Mrs Smith talked about how her nipples were hard and sticking out long before Jones got there. She stood before the full length mirror on the wall in the hallway of the room, and got even more turned on. She touched up her lipstick, check her finger and toe nails, and then went and took off the panties. She said she was wet already and just dropped them on the floor for Jones to see when he came in.
"Then she said she pulled up her gown and ran her fingers over her pussy. Well she said it was her Cunt. That's what she said. She even commented that while she was in the room she was a Slut and had a Cunt. She made sure that there was no stubble around her cunt or armpits, and ran her hands down her legs to make sure they were smooth.
"After that she went to her bag and pulled on some stay up stockings, back at the mirror she turned and looked over her shoulder to make sure the seams were straight. She said that she even took some pics of herself, frontal, behind, bent over with gown flipped up above her butt, showing it all, and sent it to her hubby, who was waiting in the car. She told us that she wished he was closer so she could give him her soaked panties to jack off with." Zoe said.
"Wow, that's hot and a little cruel. The pictures and all, but I'll bet he'd use the panties all right, if he had them," John said. He knew he would. Then mentally shook his head, HE wouldn't wait in a car while Zoe met another man.
Would he?
"She said she got a vibrator out of the bag and, again in front of the mirror, lubed it up in her cunt, got it sloppy wet and bent over and used it in her ass, she said she was so turned on she nearly came then and there. Also took pics with her other hand and sent to hubby." Zoe said.
"So she really is turned on with anal," John said. He looked and noticed that his wife had two buttons undone and was fiddling with the next. More of her bra and insides of her boobs were on display.
"Yes, like I said, your dream babe, sorry honey, but I just don't think I could do it back there," she said to John.
Zoe ran her hand down over his sweats and felt his semi erection. She smiled and made a 'mmmmmm' sound.
"Yeah, wish you did, but I can understand, I imagine it hurts to get used to it," John said.
"Well, it just seems dirty to me. Anyway, we're talking about this case," she said.
"Then what. He used a condom, what did he say, it broke?" said John.
"I love it when you get erect from me talking, and letting you look down my blouse," Zoe said changing the subject, talking about her husband for a second.
John looked and saw that all but the last button had been undone on her blouse. He could see the inside of her breasts, even a hint of the edge of an aureola, where the position she was in had made the bra slip just that little bit.
"Me too baby," John said, pushing his hips up, trying to follow her hand as she lifted it off of him.
"So, back to the story. Now, after she nearly came, Mrs Smith put her vibrator away and waited for Jones. She said she was so wet that she didn't want to sit down and make a mess before he got there. Eventually he knocked on the door and she looked out the peep hole, then let him in. She said he had a hard on that was bulging his slacks already.
"As I said before, she had a drink ready, they sat on the couch and talked for just a few minutes. She said Jones wanted to do it both doggy and with her on top, then missionary to finish. He told her he took pills and thought he could come at least twice, maybe three times.
"Then he went right for her boobs, she pulled open her gown and he nursed at her for a long time, pulled on one while sucking and biting the other. He had her jiggle her breasts for him, pulled them out. Smithers asked what she meant by pulling them.
"She said that he would take the nipple in his hand, well his thumb and forefinger, and pull it away from her body, extending it and her boob itself way out. Pinching it the whole time. She wanted to demonstrate, but Smithers got red faced and said it wasn't necessary. At that point I wondered if she was just playing a game, trying to expose herself in the business office.
"So after the breast stuff he felt her cunt, slid a couple of fingers in. She said he had big hands, thick fingers, but she was so slick that they went right in. He curved them upward, and hit the right spot and she came right there, all at once. While she was coming, he pulled out his phone with his other hand and took a quick picture. Later on he sent it to her and she sent it to hubby."
"That's something, like telling hubby that she was this guy's property for the night," Said John.
"I know, I was really getting excited by then, I knew if I were to toss my panties at the ceiling they would stick for bit before they fell."
"I'm really turned on now," John said.
"If you get down between my legs I might see my way to pulling my skirt up, and let you play with my pussy through my panties, for a while," Zoe said.
John was quickly between her spread legs, her skirt bunched up around her waist. She slouched down so her pussy was at the edge of the cushion. He leaned his head against her inner thigh and gently slid a finger along the gusset of her panties, over her pussy. His wife gave a slight shiver.
"What happened then?" he whispered.
John loved to look at her pussy, even through her panties.
"So, remember that Jones was in town all week? Well he did her again, no dinner, just meet at another motel, go at it for a few hours, the guy must use pills, and she leaves. Hubby waiting in the car each time. When she gets home, every time, I mean every time, Mr. and Mrs. Smith always have wild sex. They claim the best sex of their marriage is when she's just come from fucking another man, even when the other guy wasn't that good in the sack.
"Wow, that's a strange way to spice up a marriage, I can't imagine that being a turn on, at least for him," he said.
"Well, different strokes for different folks, and you just need to open your mind to different things to see how they would both find it exciting," she said.
"OK, maybe it could be a fantasy, but ... well go on with the story, um case."
John leaned in and kissed the gusset of her panties as he listened. He gave a fain 'mmmm'. His tongue lingered. He was hard. Zoe rested a hand gently on his head.
"Now, the next day, Jones sends a text message asking her to call him back. She gave him her phone number you see. She likes the sex with him. He's a tall guy, late forties, early fifties, a little filled out, but not fat really. He knows his way around a woman. A real Alpha type guy. Lucky girl."
"Lucky girl?" John whispered.
Zoe grinned at him. He thought it was a somewhat lecherous grin. Or perhaps condescending. She continued with the story as he kissed her pussy, then his tongue tried to slip past the edge of the gusset. He groaned.
"So she calls him back," she said.
"Doesn't she have a job?" John interrupts his wife again, pulling his head back and looking up at her. He notices that she has one hand inside her blouse, a finger rubbing gently over her nipple. He inhaled her musky scent. He loved it.
"No, Mr. Smith supports them, she's the housewife just like the old days," Zoe said.
"That's a rare thing these days," John said.
John was stroking his cock now, slowly and over the sweats, still, he was fully erect. His hips flexed ivoluntarily.
"So, she calls him, and he wants to do it without the condom, says he wants to bareback her. She isn't sure. He tells her he's had a vasectomy, emails a copy of the medical bill and whatever other papers he has that prove it, including a test of his semen that shows no sperm. She exchanges texts with hubby all afternoon, then convinces him at dinner, at Mary's, in the same booth she sat with Jones in, She says.
"That's harsh, what was she doing, rubbing it in?" John says.
"I don't know, remember he fully supports her, and he has great sex afterward, every time, maybe he likes to imagine what she looks like, naked, being fucked by another man, perhaps a better lover than he is," Zoe said.
"And maybe he got off, assuming she told him that it was the same booth," John said. He let go of his cock and slid a finger in under her gusset, gently pulling it aside. His wife pretended to be unaffected by it.
"Well, one tidbit that she let out was, that she had her hand in Jones' fly for much of that first meal, jacking him off as they talked. She said she did the same with her hubby, Mr. Smith, and told him then about what she had done with Jones," Zoe said.
"He really must get off on it," John said.
"He says yes, and right there and then she calls Jones back. Her hubby was sitting there, while she was stroking him, at the same time she's setting up yet another meeting with her lover. Jones has a room, and she goes, as usual she drives and hubby rides in passenger side and slumps down so no one can see him.
"So she gets out. She was eager, this was one step farther than ever before, even hubby uses condom since she doesn't want children yet, and she has something against the pill. Mr. Smith waits quietly, calmly, although I bet he was jacking himself, wouldn't you like to jack yourself in that situation? Isn't it a sexy thing that was going on under our noses in our very own town.
"Don't you wonder how often a wife goes out with permission from hubby and fucks whomever she wants, and he stays home and cleans house and jacks off because he knows she wants to do it with someone who's different, maybe a better lover with a bigger cock," Zoe whispered in his ear as his hand snaked under the waistband of his sweats and underwear.
John lay his head against her inner thigh and looked up at her. She looked down at him with a bland face. She pointedly looked at his hand moving under his clothes.
"Tell me what you think he was seeing, thinking as he watched her walking away toward the hotel," she commanded.
"He was already hard, he watched her in her little black dress, the one with the cap sleeves and the deep V neck, it comes to your mid thigh. He loves the way her hips and bottom move. As she steps up the curb he gets a glimpse of the darker reinforcing at the top of her stockings. He can't see them from behind, but he knows that her breasts are jiggling slightly with every step of her tall high heels, and he knows that she isn't wearing panties, they're in her purse, so she can put them on when she comes back, to keep the cum from dripping down her leg," said John.
He had described her little black dress. One he loved her to wear when they went out. It had minimal support for Zoe's breasts, but the open back didn't allow her to wear a bra. Zoe caught the reference to it coming down to "Your" mid thigh, meaning hers.
She wondered how far his imagination went, was he thinking of HER going to visit and fuck a stranger while he waited in the car. Seeing her walk away from him and toward another man?
He stared into her eyes, but saw her own hand snake down to slide under her panties and slide into her pussy. He could tell how easily two fingers slid into her well lubricated pussy. John groaned.
"Don't worry, the story isn't over yet, and anyway I think it's the story that's getting you going more than your hand is, am I right?" said Zoe.
"I, uh ... I. I plead the fifth honey," John said as he lifted his hand out of his sweats.
"No, but really, say it was me and you, I'm not talking real life yet, just fantasy life, would you get hot thinking about me fucking some stud, riding him, my tits bouncing up and down, back and forth, him pulling on them, grabbing a nipple as I lift up off him, lift up, way up to clear his huge cock, my nipple stretching out, then slamming back down, his cock filling up places that have never ever been filled.
"Would you jack off then, get really hard, oozing precum. Maybe you bring a hand towel, or a pair of my sexy panties, sexy satin panties and just slowly slide them up and down your penis, slowly then faster, faster, faster, and ..." she leans down and whispers seductively into her husband's ear.
"Maybe she takes her panties off before she leaves the car, hands them to him so he can use them while she's with her lover," John says.
"Mmmmm, would you do that, say when I have to go out to a business dinner, I could stop at the door on my way out to my car, peel them down my legs and hand them too you, would you jack off in them?" Zoe says, continuing to stroke her husband.
"And would you really go to a professional business dinner without panties? A dinner with your colleagues and clients?" he asked.
"Mmmm, who says I haven't already," Zoe whispered, her hand reaching down and squeezing his cock. Then she lifts his head, directs him to get back on the couch, and sit beside her. She leans against him again and reaches one hand into his sweats, under his boxers and strokes him slowly. Her other hand is still fingers deep in her pussy, and speeding up as it pushes in and out. Her palm pressing over her clit.
"Oh god Zoe, slow down or I'll come all at at once, baby," John says.
"OK baby just cool off, we'll go back to the story now," she says pulling her hand out of his sweats, but leaves it on his tummy.
"Jesus, this turns you on, these people, doesn't it," John murmurs.
Zoe ignores his last comment and goes on with the story. It does turn her on. A lot.
"So wife fucks, says he dumped two loads that night, squirts them into her. Deep into her. And then she traipses back to the car with hubby waiting patiently. She gets in and drives home. Something different. They both commented that they felt different on the way back. Sexier, more turned on with each other. Hubby finally asks what it's like, something he never does, she says it was wonderful, she came four times, Four Times honey, and she's carrying a double load of stranger cum in her pussy," she said.
"I wonder what she smelled like then, could he smell the cum? Did he like it?" John said.
"Well hubby is getting hot regardless, they usually have hot sex when they get home, but this time it was fantastic, and the first thing when they get through the front door, he picks her up carries her to their bedroom and tosses her on the bed, knees on the edge, shins hanging down. He flips up her dress," Zoe says, then looks at John.
"It would make a heck of a porno, the story is hot as hell, it must have been something in real life," John said.
"Oh honey, quit squirming around, you'll cum and mess up those sweats and I'll make you wear them all weekend," Zoe said.
"Let go of my cock then honey, and go on with the story," John said. He had hardly noticed her putting her hand back into his sweats, he was so concentrating on the story and on her fingers in her pussy.
"I don't think so, I love the feeling of a hard cock in my hand, or other places," she purrs into his ear.
"Go on with the story baby, or this case you're working on," John says.
"So, he flips up her dress and yanks aside her panties and eats her, she says he was digging in with his tongue as far as he could, then with a finger, getting whatever was in there, into his mouth. Mr Smith was just staring blankly into the distance as she told us this. I think he might have been embarrassed to hear his wife tell us about him eating Jones' cum.
"Now, Mrs. Smith says most of it had soaked into her panties, and when Smith had cleaned her out as best he could, I mean he worked at it for a half hour, and she had three more orgasms. He pulled off her panties, and started licking them up, even squeezing them above his mouth to get it all out. He was a wild man, then fucked her, with a condom, since he didn't have a vasectomy, and then second time, even without a pill," Zoe continued.
"Well maybe there wasn't that much cum left in her, walking down the hallway, down an elevator, out to the car, then driving home, most of it probably was in her panties. I wonder if she squelched when she walked," John said.
"You've got a nasty mind, pussy farts are gross," Zoe said laughing.
"Just keep talking about the case, sorry I interrupted, yet again," John said.
"So, she talked with hubby afterward, and found out what he thought. It seems that hubby was feeling sick when she went up to Jones that time. He said that he always feels a little regret when she goes to a lover, but this time he was nearly sick. He had second thoughts and nearly went up to get her. But once she was back, he was incredibly turned on by the fact that there was someone else's cum in her pussy. So after he told her that, she set up another meeting with Jones, the last day he was going to be in town.
"But before she called Jones, she set up the motel she wanted to be in, she called around and got two adjoining rooms with a door between them. Actually two doors, one in each side, you know how they work. And you guessed it, hubby was to be in one, she was in the other. She set up her laptop to record the whole thing, as she often did. The screen would be blank, as if it was off, and all the time it was streaming to her site and hubby was watching in real time instead of seeing it later.
"Oh geeze, so she and hubby would watch the pornos she made with her lovers. That's ... that's ... wow!" John said.
"What do you think it would be like?" Zoe asked.
"I think hot. I've wondered about maybe recording our lovemaking, just to see, especially to see you," John said.
"You've never said anything about it before," Zoe said, a little curious.
"Well, I have asked to take pics of you naked, and got the big NO. So I didn't think you'd be interested," John said.
Zoe looked at him speculatively, she remembered him taking out his smart phone and trying to take a few pics or her naked, and in lingerie, way back when they first married, and how then she had automatically said no. She wondered if she would now. In the unsexy office where she heard this story first hand she got turned on. And now she could see her husband getting excited by her re-telling it, and she admitted to herself that she was turned on by it again. She might re-think having some sexy pictures taken. Or more.
She went back to telling the story.
"Jones shows up, she's not in the usual sexy lingerie, but is naked, and the communicating door on her side is unlocked, and of course hubby has side unlocked too. She does the deed, twice again with Jones, thanks again to the blue pills. Only this time, she says she's tired, and lays on her back each time. They kiss and make out as well, between sex bouts, and kissing is something she's never done before."
"And she told you all this," said John.
"Well, not just to me, Smithers was in there too, he's the lead on this case, I was making notes. Smithers is a hound and he asked her many many times to clarify, repeat, go into more detail etc. It was quite clinical. Poor Mr. Smith hardly said a word. Mrs. Smith seemed proud of what she had done." said Zoe. She remembered how the buttons on Mrs. Smith's blouse slowly got undone as she told the story. Much as Zoe had done tonight.
"OK, sorry to interrupt, go on with the story," said John.
"So, Jones finishes with her, she lays there, knees up, feet flat on the bed near her butt and it's a nice butt, round and sexy, she must work on that. Anyway, she's got her pussy pointing up as much as she can and still be comfortable, to keep as much cum inside as she can. Jones leaves, and as soon as he does, Mr. Smith peeks out of his door into the hallway and watches the back of Jones until he turns the corner to the elevator.
"Then the real fun starts, Smith runs into the sex room through the connecting doors, he locks the door to the hallway, and lays flat on the second bed in the room. Did I mention that? Each room had two of those full sized beds. I guess a family room. Are you nearly there baby? I don't think I want you to come yet, I'll just hold your penis until later, how about that baby.
"So Smith is flat on his back, and quick as she can, Mrs. Smith jumps up, holding her hand over her pussy, and squats over Mr. Smith, and pushes the cum out as he lifts his head up to eat it. She says his dick was soft and small when she first squatted over him, but she looked back as the cum dripped out and he was hard as steel," Zoe said.
"OH OH ohhhhh, ohhhh," said John, as he shot inside his sweat pants. He kept it up, it was a good one, as he spurted and spurted. Zoe had it gently in her hand, his cock was just resting on her palm and she felt nine distinct pulses and then some lesser ones.
"Oh god, you do like that don't, that got you going, I've been sitting her just holding it for the last few minutes and you came without any stimulation. You must really like the idea of eating out a strange man's cum," she said.
"Oh geeze, that was a fantastic story. No, you know me better than that. Just a good story, a fantasy maybe but not something to try. Besides, you wouldn't want to do that, would you honey?" John said.
"It's a sexy story John, it is, I was squirming when she told that part," Zoe says, avoiding his question.
"It would be easier to go down on a woman in that position, as much as I love laying on the bed and going down on you, keeping my head up for that length of time gets a little sore. It's like standing and staring straight above you," John Said.
"We should try it, I can lean on the headboard, holding it with my hands and you under me. I just lower down and then, bliss, for as long as I want," Zoe said.
"Well, you could suffocate me in that position if you weren't careful," said John.
Zoe just smiled but didn't answer him. She liked the idea of being in control of him like that. She had a flash image of doing it with him tied up. She shivered. Then she continued relating the story, um, case her firm was working on.
"OK, back to the case. So after eating his wife to more orgasms, she said she couldn't count them, the orgasms were just rolling in and in and in. Never had anything like that before. They went to the other bed and then Mr. Smith fucked her over and over. In the bed where Jones had done her, then in the bed where he ate her, then back n his room and everywhere else in those two rooms. And they were so excited that he didn't bother to put on a condom. So all was well, Jones is gone and they were happy for the experience. But they were careful and she got blood tests just in case.
Then, nine months, give or take, later she gave birth to Smith Junior. And a year after that, a week or so ago, Jones reappeared. So. As far as the paternity case, that's on hold for several months for the DNA tests, after all hubby fucked her without condoms that night too. But Smiths are suing Jones for, well basically, for fraud for telling them he had vasectomy. He never did, and finally admitted it, since we had the documents he submitted.
"He got someone else's test and someone else's blood work, someone he knows and told that guy it was for a joke. The name he gave to the Smith's was a fake name. Well, no one gave a real name. So the Smiths want pain and suffering and, if it's his kid, they want him to pay for all their medical bills and start a college fund. And don't want him within fifty miles of the kid.
"Jones wants access to the kid once a month and for the summers, wants the kid to have his name and to know that he was Jones' kid. But doesn't want to give any money. Plus it seems that there is a Mrs. Jones, and always has been, and she is unable to have children.
"We think we'll win, his lawyer thinks they'll win, and we may never go to court if they settle, and heck, it might not be his kid," said Zoe.
"Well, the legal stuff is a downer, but the story is hot. Lets go to bed, I can go another round," said John.
"I hope so, and I want to talk to you about maybe doing something, well, different, with our sex life," said Zoe with a grin as she got up, her blouse dropping to the floor as she walked to toward the bedroom. John watched as her skirt seemed to fall and end up on the floor without her missing a step. His cum was getting cold on his leg and where it soaked his boxers.
He got up and pulled off his messy sweats and boxers, wiped himself with a dry section and hurried after her, his eyes on her panty clad bottom swinging with each step.
"What do you mean by a different sex life," he said, watching her butt and hips through the mesh panel in the back of her pink panties.
"Well, I had my tubes tied several years ago, no way to get pregnant," she said.
"You mean, you mean, you want, others, other men. Sex with others?" he said, stopping dead.
"Well, we'll have to talk about it. Maybe some role play, I know you love to eat my pussy, cum would be just that much more to slurp up," she finished.
He froze and stood watching as she turned and disappeared into their bedroom. When he finally followed her into the hallway he walked past her bra, and stopped where her panties lay on the floor.
"But, I don't know, well role play, that's OK, but I'm not sure, about the cum. And well, the other, I mean others ..." he stammered from where he stood, looking down at her discarded panties.
He picked up her panties, looked and saw she couldn't see him in the hallway from the bedroom where she was. He looked at them, then slowly brought them to his face, smelling her scent, he inhaled deeply, then licked the gusset. He shuddered.
"Come in here and lets talk about it, we can practice with just your cum," he heard her voice, her erotic voice floating from their room and down the hallway, hitting his ears with their full sensual impact. His brain was starting to freeze up, all his blood going to his new erection.
He slowly took her panties and stroked it up and down his growing erection, shuddering again as he hunched into them. He looked up.
"You mean get me to agree while we're having sex, there ought to be a law against that. Plus you're a lawyer. That's not fair," he said from where he stood.
"The law's not fair honey, and lawyers are definitely not fair." she said.
"Well, I'll role play, and maybe even go down on you after, but that's it," he said, entering their bedroom as he pulled his tee shirt off.
She laughed quietly, the sexy laugh he knew so well, and he dropped her panties and ran to her, his erection leading the way. She saw him and smiled, ignoring the love handles and slight belly. She did wonder about some hunk, a washboard belly, muscular shoulders, tan. Younger.
This time though, she didn't feel ashamed to imagine that image.
The end.
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"Come on, Jace. What are you waiting for?" Zoë beckoned him to the bed. She was lying on her stomach, her head propped up on her hands and her feet up in the air, swaying back and forth. Jace carefully climbed onto the bed and got to her side. Zoë wiggled her hips, urging him on. His heart now pounding rapidly, Jace sat down on her thighs. She tapped him playfully on his back with her feet. "Get me ready to go, Jacey!" Zoë cheered as she threw a bottle of lube his way without even looking behind her. Jace barely managed to catch it before it planted right in his face.
"Damn it, Zoë, was that really necessary," Jace complained.
"Then don't take your sweet time and get on with it," Zoë continued unperturbed, wiggling her hips even more to emphasize her words.
"I don't think I've ever seen you this excited before," Jace mentioned. He did give in to her demands and dumped a royal amount of lube in his cupped hand.
"I feel like today is the day," Zoë proclaimed confidently. "Why would it be weird to be excited for something we worked towards for months? Ooh, that's cold," Zoë whispered, as Jace felt pleased taps return on his back.
It was hard for Jace to share the same sentiment as Zoë. He still went on to diligently oil up her behind, which was easier said than done. What Zoë lacked in terms of breast size, she made up tenfold in her hips and butt. Jace had to spread his knees substantially to even get around her. He started spreading lube all over those massive white globes of hers, which protruded proud into the air even as she was lying down. Zoë hummed happily as he got his hands around her entire width, making sure her massive size glistened in the light.
Jace had to lower his seating to oil the underside of her ass, together with her upper thighs. Zoë pressed back into his fingers as he dug for un-oiled lands. "That'll do Jace, come back here and finish me up," Zoë commanded impatiently, filled with anticipation. Jace knew the drill and sat back onto her upper thighs. Instead of pouring it into his hands, Jace spurted an amazing amount right between her cheeks. Most of it ran down to her thighs, making a puddle. With one hand, he dove straight between her cheeks. Zoë's cheerful humming quickly changed into soft moans.
"Yes Jace, you're almost there. Just a bit deeper..." She tried to guide him. He didn't need instructions, though, and he wanted to show that. He skillfully used the puddle to get deep between her thighs, reaching the spot she was yearning for. "Yesss, finally!" Zoë exclaimed. One of his hands was trying to spread her ass, while the other was almost completely engulfed. Even still, Jace knew his way around these streets even in the dark. His fingertips started teasing her lips, feeling around but never entering. Commands had stopped coming from her mouth, as Zoë was enjoying the tease. She bounced back into his fingers, trying to make them enter her, but he kept her at bay.
Zoë let out a deep sigh after a while. "I think I'm more than ready. Oh wait, we don't want to forget you, Jacey!" Zoë gasped. "Let's get you raring to go, sir," she said matter-of-factly. "Get your ass out of there, or I won't let you go anymore," she warned him earnestly. A smile plagued Jace's lips. "I don't think it's my ass that's the problem here," he remarked. "Smart-ass," Zoë hmphed.
Just as he freed his hands, Jace got pushed forward against his back. Zoë's hands grabbed his hips as she started to grind his junk against her ass. "Alright, alright, I can do it myself," Jace resisted.
"Okay, show me," Zoë challenged him. She removed her hands and put her chin on her arms. Jace started to slide his cock over her oily ass. He made long and slow strokes, going the entire length. "Get it super hard for me, Jacey. As hard as it can be," Zoë commented.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm almost there," Jace said as he started humping her back a bit more vigorously. Zoë took that as her cue to throw her ass back at him at the same time. This made his cock slide cleanly between her cheeks, burying it out of sight.
"Gotcha!" Zoë giggled. "Are we ready?" she asked.
"I don't know, maybe someone should release my cock for me?"
"Oops," Zoë giggled again, as she released her grip around his cock. It slipped right out.
"Does Miss want to see if she's satisfied," Jace asked sarcastically.
"No, no, I believe you if you say it's ready. I don't wanna ruin the suspense." It was now Jace's turn to sigh.
"Well, here we go then," Jace said. He heard Zoë catch her breath. Jace angled his body forwards, grabbing his shaft to aim his cock in the right direction. This time, when his cock touched Zoë's butt, she didn't bounce back. She laid completely still, in full suspense. After nervously swallowing spit, Jace started slowly pushing between those gigantic globes. His shaft disappeared as his tip searched for Zoë's pussy. 'Almost there...' Jace thought to himself. But before he felt the familiar sensation he was waiting for, the fingers holding his shaft touched Zoë's ass. His heart started pounding faster. 'Nothing to worry about...' He pressed onwards, her jiggly ass giving way easily. But still, he hadn't found what he was looking for. The amazing feeling of her ass wrapped around his cock was almost enough to distract him. Zoë was deadly quiet, waiting for Jace to speak first.
Instead, he removed his hand as a last ditch effort. Jace could only hope that he would not sway from his course. This is how the final part of his shaft vanished. But he hadn't reached it. He couldn't believe it. He must have just missed it. His hands now both free, he put them along Zoë's chest. This gave him enough leverage to press firmly against her gigantic ass. Zoë could now feel his frantic breathing against the back of her neck. 'I must have started in the wrong spot!' Jace thought to himself. 'I have to just move around 'till I find it,' he told himself. Jace started to slowly slide between Zoë's cheeks, finding the correct angle. He pressed down again, this time faster. Still, he felt nothing.
He tried again. He even tried to use his hand once more. After one last try, he suddenly stopped. He couldn't move anymore. His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. He was lying flatout on Zoë's back, his legs wrapped around hers. His hips were pressed as firm as they could be against her butt. His hands were clinging onto her shoulders.
"It's in, isn't it?" Zoë broke the silence. Jace didn't answer. "Oh... My... It's really in," she started to realize. "Jace, I don't feel anything," Zoë said as it dawned on her. "Jacey, I don't even feel you near my pussy!" She gasped. She started to wiggle her ass around in excitement.
"Wait, wait, hold still!" Jace panicked as he grabbed her hips.
"Huh? Why?" Zoë asked. Yet again, Jace stayed quiet. He just kept holding her hips firmly in place. Once more, his silence was enough of an explanation. "Don't tell me... Jacey, are you about to cum?!" Zoë exclaimed. Jace sputtered in protest against her sudden movements. "Oh god, you didn't even get to my pussy yet!" she laughed. "My ass is just too much for your little pee pee, huh?" She started to wriggle her ass free from his hands. "Watch out, Jacey, you can't cum yet. You're not even inside of me yet!"
Jace could only moan in agony as he tried his best to withstand her bullying. Without him noticing, Zoë had put one hand between her legs and was rubbing her while shaking her ass. "Jace is in my ass, but he can't even reach my pussy!" She moaned loudly. "I'm holding Jace's entire cock with my ass... Ah... Hmm...."
"Alright, I'll let you pull out," she said as she abruptly changed her mind. She pushed him back, removing his cock from her ass in one swoop. As Jace fell back on his knees, he had to do everything to not instantly cum. "Please get off of me, Jace, and stand next to the bed," Zoë commanded. In a daze, he did what was told. Zoë reached under her bed, revealing something that shook him awake again. As she turned around to face him for the first time, she made sure to spread her legs just enough to give him a good view of her glistening pussy. It was almost gaping, ready for his cock. Jace's penis started to twitch while Zoë hid her treasure away from him again. She crossed her legs and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Wow, it's even smaller than I had imagined..." she gawked at him. Even though his cock was harder than it could ever be, its size betrayed was laughable. "A few weeks in that cage, and this is all that's left." Zoë met his eyes. He could see a fire of lust burning in hers. "I'll still let you fuck my pussy, Jacey," she said seductively. "But you have to first fuck me silly with this!" She handed him the strap-on she got from under her bed.
Jace didn't have the energy to struggle. He started dutifully putting it on. He noticed in the corner of his eyes that Zoë's hand had again vanished between her legs as she was watching intently. She was almost drooling when he was done. "Oh my god," she whispered. Jace's tiny cock could barely be seen, hidden beneath her dildo. It took a lot for her to tear away her eyes and flop down on her belly again.
"Mount me again, Jace!" Zoë cried. "Fuck me with your huge cock!" She pulled her cheeks apart, inviting him in the most enticing way possible. Nobody would be able to resist. Jace jumped back onto her thighs. He rubbed it over her ass, getting it nice and slick. She shook her ass frantically, trying to get it wet as fast as possible. "I can't, Jace!" She begged. Jace aimed his new cock towards Zoë's untouched treasure. He found the right spot and started pressing down slowly but surely. Zoë arched her back, holding her breath.
"Yes, Yes, Yessss, That's it!" Zoë cried. Before even half of his cock had been engulfed by her ass, he had finally found her pussy. Jace put his hands on either side of her chest like he had done before, and slammed his hips down. "Fuuuuuuck.......!" This was the sound he had wanted to hear. "Fuck me with that big cock of yours, Jacey!" Zoë spurred him on.
'You don't have to ask me twice,' Jace thought to himself. He pulled out his cock halfway, before slamming it back in, creating a loud moan in the process. He started an unbridled assault on her pussy. The room was filled with her moans and the noises of his cock rushing between her thick, white globes. Jace grabbed Zoë's wrists and held them down on her sides, pinning her down completely beneath him.
"Ah, aaahhh, I-I'm getting..." Zoë muttered between moans.
'I'm also getting close,' Jace thought. 'Wait...' In his trance-like state, he had adopted his new cock immediately. 'Shit!' His real penis was rubbing between Zoë's thick thighs without him realizing. He started slowing down, getting scarily close to his orgasm. He had to hold out until Zoë was satisfied, or else he wouldn't get to fuck her for real.
Even though she was so close to her own orgasm, Zoë knew exactly what was going on. "Make me cum with your big cock, Jacey," she cheered him on. "I wanna cum together with you, please Jace!"
His final layer of defense crumbling down, Jace started his final sprint. He assaulted Zoë's enormous ass, sending her towards the orgasm she craved for. At the same time, his real cock gave in. The feeling between Zoë's thighs was too good.
With one final push, Jace threw the both of them over the edge. He pressed his cock as deep into her as he possibly could, while Zoë was shaking under him. He felt his sperm spurting out of his cock, filling up her pussy. Strokes of semen kept shooting out, until he felt cum dribbling out of Zoë's pussy.
Or, that is what Jace imagined. While his big, new cock was buried deep into Zoë's convulsing pussy, his real cock was completely hidden between Zoë's thighs, spurting against her oily skin. His seed ran down towards the mattress, never finding the treasure it was promised.
Zoë tilted her head towards the side. She whispered in his ear as he rested on top of her, both cocks in her ass as far as either one could go. "Your cock felt amazing, Jacey. Didn't it feel good to pump me full of your juice?" Zoë grinned devilishly at him.
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"Almost there!" Zoe says to herself as the plane makes its final descent toward Melbourne. Zoe's mind races as her heart feels like it will beat out of her chest. She is finally going to meet Sarah. She is finally going to meet her queen in person. She begins to feel a tingle between her legs as she thinks about Sarah. They had met on Facebook a while back and had since formed a good friendship and love for one another. They had had many steamy chats that had left them both breathless and with weak legs. But as much as they enjoyed the chats something was missing. That something was the human touch that they both so longed for. Zoe thought to herself that that fantasy would soon become reality as she sat back into her seat in quiet anticipation.
Sarah waited at the gate watching the plane taxi in. Her heart beating fast as her excitement grew by the second. Finally she was going to meet her princess Zoe. She had spent many restless nights thinking about Zoe. She had fantasized almost every night about what it would be like to be with her princess. She couldn't wait anymore! She needed to feel Zoe in her arms! She needed her now! It was then she saw her. In her eyes everything was moving in slow motion. Zoe was a vision of beauty walking up the ramp. Her beautiful blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. Her breasts bouncing under her pink tank top with every step she took. Her denim skirt riding high up on her thighs, not leaving much to the imagination. She was gorgeous in Sarah's eyes. Absolutely perfect.
Zoe walked up the ramp looking for her queen when she finally saw her. Her smile widened as she went running toward the object of her desire. The met in a warm, melting embrace. Their bodies melding into one, both relishing the feel of the other. As they broke their embrace Sarah looks at Zoe and smiles. "Welcome home."
They quickly grab Zoe's bags and head to the car. After packing the trunk with her luggage Sarah walks to the passenger door and opens it for her princess. "Why thank you very much." Zoe smiles as she climbs into the car. Sarah's heart skips a beat as she sees Zoe skirt ride high on her legs revealing her freshly shaved pussy. Zoe smiles to herself knowing that Sarah can clearly see her pussy. Sarah tries to control herself as she shuts her door and begins to walk around to the driver's side. Sarah tries to process what had just happened in her mind. Had she just seen what she thought she did? Her pussy dampened even more as she climbed into the car.
They sped off down the road toward Sarah's house. They talked on the ride about Zoe's flight and how excited that both were that they had finally met. Sarah couldn't help but steal glances of Zoe's beautiful legs. How she desperately wanted to touch them. "Soon", she thought to herself, "soon".
They pulled up to the house in record time. As they climbed out of the car Sarah smiled at Zoe, "Don't worry about your bags. We will get them later. Come on let me show you the house." As they walked toward the house Zoe grabbed Sarah's hand, holding it as they walked into the house. Sarah lead Zoe throughout the house, showing her all the rooms and where everything was. Finally they stopped in the den. Sitting on the couch they continued to talk about Zoe's trip and what all that they had planned.
"Are you hungry?" Sarah asked.
"Famished!" Zoe said rubbing her tummy.
"Then come on to the kitchen and let me fix us something to eat." Sarah said getting up from the couch. Following Sarah into the kitchen Zoe couldn't help but stare at Sarah's perfect round ass. Sarah's pants seemed to be almost painted on as the fabric hugged her hips and shapely ass. Zoe licked her lips as nasty thoughts came floating into her head. In the kitchen the two continued talking and laughing as Sarah began to cook. Zoe was stunned by the beauty that stood before her. Sarah's tight shirt hugging her huge beautiful breasts. Her smile lighting up the room. To Zoe, she was the most beautiful, perfect woman walking the earth.
They sat down and enjoyed a good meal and each other's company. After dinner they retreated back to the den to watch a little TV and unwind. As they sat on the couch Zoe moved in real close and put her head on Sarah's shoulder. Sarah smiled lovingly as she placed her hand on Zoe's thigh as Zoe tucked her feet underneath her. As they sat there enjoying the closeness Sarah gently kissed the top of Zoe's head. Zoe looked up at her and both could feel the fire inside of each other.
Their lips met. The kiss soft and loving, igniting the fire burning below. With renewed passion Zoe's tongue eases into Sarah's mouth wrestling with her tongue. Sarah moans quietly kissing Zoe harder. As they kiss Zoe eases her hand up to Sarah's heaving breasts. Gently squeezing the soft flesh elicits another moan from Sarah. Overcome by passion Sarah eases Zoe onto her back as she positions her body on top of Zoe's. Breaking their kiss Sarah moves her mouth to Zoe's exposed neck. Kissing and licking the soft flesh of her neck Sarah slides her tongue up to Zoe's ear. Zoe closes her eyes and hugs Sarah closer to her body as she moans out from the pleasure her body is receiving.
Sarah slides her tongue back down Zoe's neck to her chest. She grabs the hem of Zoe's shirt and lifts it above her head exposing her soft perky bare breasts. Sarah sits back and takes in the view of Zoe's smaller but beautiful breasts. She smiles at Zoe, who smiles back. She lowers her head to Zoe's left breast taking her hard nipple into her mouth. Sucking it gently, licking it, flicking her tongue across it quickly. Zoe moans loudly as she pushes Sarah's head harder against her breast. Sarah releases Zoe's nipple and slides her tongue over the valley of Zoe's tits to the other breast where she savors Zoe's other hard nipple.
With a naughty look in her eye Sarah drags her tongue away from Zoe's breast and down over her taught stomach, stopping to lick at Zoe's bellybutton playfully. She continues moving lower and lower until she reaches the waistline of Zoe's skirt. She repositions her body, kneeling beside the couch between Zoe's legs. She looks into Zoe's eyes as she unbuttons her skirt. Zoe bites her bottom lip staring back into Sarah's beautiful eyes. Sarah knows what she wants as she pulls the skirt free from Zoe's body.
Sarah lustfully stares at Zoe's clean shaven pussy before her. "Absolutely perfect!" she says to herself as she spreads Zoe's legs a little wider. She can see the wetness of Zoe's pussy as she gently spreads Zoe's puffy lips apart. Her tongue licks her lips as she stares inches away from the pussy she has been dreaming about for months. Her tongue inches out and gently licks from the side of Zoe's warm waiting hole all the way up to her clit. Zoe moans loudly as Sarah's tongue makes contact with her hot, swollen, hard clit. Sarah slides her tongue back down to Zoe's slippery entrance and slides her tongue in as far as it will go. Zoe's juices flowing freely onto Sarah's waiting tongue. Sarah flicks her tongue deep inside of Zoe's tight pussy causing her to moan louder.
Sarah's tongue acts with a mind of its own as it slips from Zoe's pussy and slides back up to her clit. Her tongue flicking like a tornado around Zoe's hard clit. Sarah eases two fingers deep into Zoe's tight little pussy as she continues to lash out at Zoe's clit. "Oh God! SARAH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Zoe screamed as her body begins to rock on the sofa.
Renewed by Zoe's encouragement Sarah sucks her clit into her mouth and sucks hard as she slams her fingers in and out with aggression. Zoe's body is out of control. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the point of no return. She reaches up and grabs both her nipples and pulls them and twists them while screaming Sarah's name, moving closer and closer to the edge. Sarah can feel the impending orgasm coming as she double her efforts to make her Zoe cum.
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! OOOOOOOOOOOOO GOD! FUCK!" Zoe screams as her body explodes. Her cum gushes from her pussy, flooding Sarah's mouth. Zoe's cum is unending as it drips from Sarah's chin. Sarah's tongue works at a lightning pace, trying desperately to swallow all of Zoe's precious cum. Zoe's entire body goes limp as she comes down from her euphoric orgasm. Sarah slides her body up Zoe's and kisses her princess on the forehead. She looks down at Zoe, who is still in another world, "I have been waiting to do that forever!"
With stars in her eyes Zoe smiles, "Holy shit! That was incredible! Look at you. You are a mess!"
Sarah laughs, "Well you did it!"
"No, I think you did it!" Zoe says laughing. "Now let me clean you up."
Zoe pulls Sarah closer kissing her deeply tasting her own cum. Driven by her own taste she licks Sarah's chin clean before kissing her again with renewed aggression. Her hands sliding down Sarah's back to her wonderful tight ass. Their tongues wrestling harder as their passions grew even more. Breaking away from their kiss Sarah looks into Zoe's eyes, "What you say we take this to the bedroom."
They quickly make their way to the bedroom. As they make their way to the bed Zoe grabs Sarah from behind and holds her tight. Her hands slide up Sarah's tight abs up to her heaving breasts. She caresses them, squeezes, Sarah moaning her aprovement. Zoe's pulls the shirt over her lovers head. Her hands quickly finding the clasp to Sarah's bra as she whispers into Sarah's ear, "I want you Sarah. I want to drag my tongue across every inch of your body. I want to pleasure you like you have never been pleasured before." Sarah moans loudly as Zoe sucks her earlobe into her mouth. Zoe's hands fondling Sarah's bare breasts as her bra falls to the floor. Licking Sarah's neck Zoe pulls on Sarah's hard nipples as Sarah turns her head, kissing Zoe deeply.
Breaking the kiss Zoe moves in front of her queen. Kissing her neck again she slides her tongue down Sarah's chest stopping to take a nipple into her mouth. Licking and sucking, Sarah pushes Zoe head into her chest moaning even louder. Zoe lifts her head to the other nipple licking and sucking it, gently biting on it, driving Sarah crazy. Moving away from Sarah's glorious tits Zoe falls to her knees, her tongue sliding teasingly down Sarah's tight defined abs. Making quick work of her jeans, Sarah's panties soon followed as Zoe was finally awarded her prize. Zoe's eyes sparkled as she kneeled, staring at the most beautiful pussy she had ever seen. She leaned forward extending her tongue to gently lick at Sarah's waiting wet pussy.
Sarah's body shook as Zoe's tongue made contact with her pussy. Zoe's tongue slowly sliding between Sarah's moist lips. Finding her clit Zoe flicks her tongue out massaging, causing Sarah to go weak in the knees. Sarah moves to the bed lying on her back as Zoe quickly following. Zoe dives between Sarah's legs gently spreading her wet lips before slipping her extended tongue deep into Sarah's hole. Working her tongue in deeper and deeper, flicking her tongue deep inside of her. Sarah's body bucking on the bed soon to be to the point of no return.
Zoe slips her tongue out and replaces it with two eager fingers. Sarah's pussy grips Zoe's invading digits like velvet vice. Zoe slowly sliding her fingers in and out as her tongue seeks out Sarah's swollen clit. Sarah screams out loudly as Zoe sucks her sensitive clit into her mouth. Working her fingers in a little faster she knows Sarah is so close to cumming. She lashes out with her tongue, licking Sarah's button hard and fast as her fingers slide in and out with fast precision.
Sarah's eyes widen. "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMMING! I AM CUMMMMMMMMIIIINNNG!" Her body bucks violently on the bed as she wraps her legs tightly around Zoe's head. Zoe licking at her clit faster and faster, her fingers slipping from Sarah's spasming pussy. Zoe slams her tongue deep into Sarah's pussy licking wildly as she is met with another flood of cum as Sarah's second orgasm rips through her body. Zoe tongue works at a frantic pace trying to lick up all the tasty juices flowing into her mouth.
Sarah's body finally relaxes as she tries desperately to catch her breath. Zoe slowly slides up Sarah's body kissing her. Their tongues sharing the joyous taste of Sarah's cum. "Oh my god Zoe! That was fucking amazing!" Zoe smiles, "Well my love there is plenty more where that came from." Winking at Sarah Zoe slips her hand between Sarah's legs gently rubbing on her clit once more. Sarah closes her eyes moaning as Zoe takes a nipple into her mouth.
"Oh FUCK!" Sarah screams as Zoe begins to work her clit even faster. Licking and sucking Zoe cannot get enough of Sarah's tits as she begins rubbing Sarah's clit even faster. Sarah's screams of pleasure can easily be heard from outside. She does not care she is so close. Zoe gently bites down on Sarah's sensitive nipple, sending her over the edge. Sarah's body stiffens as she lays there opened mouthed unable to make a noise. All she can see is stars as her body is consumed by another huge orgasm.
Unable to move Zoe kisses her paralyzed queen on the cheek. "I love you my queen!"
Sarah hears the words but is able to do or say anything as she continues to come down from her earthly high. Zoe kisses her on the forehead and smiles. "I am going to take a shower. If you are able to move soon you know where to find me." She laughs as she climbs off the bed and heads toward the bathroom.
Sarah manages to turn her head in Zoe's direction and watches Zoe walk off in the distance. She thinks to herself "Wow! This is going to be one hell of a visit. "She finally musters enough strength to her legs as she walks on wobbly knees to go take a shower with her princess. As she walks up to the shower door she opens it to see Zoe standing there. A vision of beauty, slick and wet from the warm water flowing over her body. Sarah's pussy starts to tingle again as she stares at her princess.
Zoe turns to Sarah and smiles, "I have been waiting on you."
.........to be continued!
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<i>Thanks to whoredinarygirl for editing help. Anything screwed up is probably because I didn't listen to her.
*****
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
Oscar Wilde</i>
Zoey was a Lieutenant in the Navy. She was also multi-orgasmic. It was one of her many endearing features and I loved to indulge myself in seeing how many times and in how many ways I could make her come. Eventually the record was five. That was individual orgasms separated by at least a few minutes but not more than half an hour. Within those five I think she probably had several connected together but I wasn't counting the one huge, long, orgasm as more than one. There had to be some kind of rules in the game. And just because no one was aware of the game didn't mean it had no rules. It did. But they were entirely in my head and never discussed with anyone.
The first time I saw Zoey was the day I reported to my new ship. The ship was in port Subic Bay, Philippines and I had just flown most of the night from the states to catch up with it. The huge gray monster I boarded that early morning was a repair ship, part of the auxiliary fleet that never saw combat. This meant that it was one of the first to have women on board. Co-ed. Deployed for months. And I had my own stateroom as did Zoey. And eventually we took advantage of the situation as I explored her multiple orgasm limits. But that was later. As I said, the first time I saw her was the day I reported. That early, early morning I was totally zonked from travel and time change and so went below decks to find my stateroom. I heard this female voice chewing out someone. I was glad to not be on the end of that fire breathing anger. I later found out she was justified in dressing down a sailor for his negligence but at the moment it rattled me a little.
It was an interesting first encounter. As I rounded the corner I got to see what I had been hearing. Zoey had natural red hair (well, more about the natural part later) and it was as fiery as her temper. Not Irish as it turned out, but Polish. There were times down the road that I ended up on the wrong end of that temper and I've got the scorch marks to prove it.
She was in a blue robe and had obviously gotten out of the shower and had to deal with the errant sailor on the way her stateroom. As tall as me (5'9) and a little too square jawed to be classically beautiful, she was in shape and looked it, but was curvy in the right places. Obvious even in the bulky robe. Turned out she filled out a uniform well also. I was whipsawed by conflicting thoughts between the fire breathing vocals and the visual of my first female on a ship no matter how discretely she was covered. Throw in the fact that I was sleep deprived. It would have been OK had she not turned around, lanced me with her green eyes and said, sharply,"Yesss?", drawing out the sibilant final consonant just enough to be sharp without really being threatening.
Most of my circuits locked up. And I just stood there with a blank mind and not a thought to spare the conversation.
"You're new," she snapped. "Welcome aboard." She continued to look at me for a long enough moment that I noticed her bright green eyes then she spun around and padded away in her slippers to her stateroom.
That was my introduction to Zoey.
For the next month or so I was busy settling in, making needed changes to my department, standing watch, finishing qualifications I needed, and all the myriad things that happen on board a ship during a deployment. It is definitely one of those you've got to see to believe. Shipboard life is intense. There is little time for socializing.
We did manage to trade the initial life stories and I learned that she was the daughter of a single mom but was never really clear on where the father went. He was not dead but was completely out of the picture before Zoey even remembered him. She was smart. She was probably Mensa level smart and had wound up at California Institute of Technology (AKA - CalTech) majoring finally in civil engineering. So, a grad of one of the most prestigious schools in the world. While there she had become interested in the Navy, specifically the Diving and Salvage program which was just beginning to allow women into the ranks. She was one of the first and breezed through their training with little difficulty. Her job was to run a crew that could repair ships underwater during the middle of a deployment. Tough work with a lot of potential danger and the resultant responsibility.
My story, not nearly so interesting, was one of middling grades in a middling school, bouncing around until I ran into someone who convinced me to take the officer's test which I passed. Offered a commission after training in Newport I ended up on ships and discovered finally that I was good at something, running a combat operations center in a potential war zone. Fortunately for me it was mostly potential and I was never involved in combat. This last transfer was to the current ship to shape up a sagging operations department.
***** One of Five *****
Sunday afternoon on a ship independently sailing across the Indian Ocean sometimes becomes a golden quiet time, a short period of calm when the crew could rest, watch a movie, read or do whatever was their pleasure. I was reading when there was a knock on my stateroom door.
"Come in"
It was Zoey.
She was in her standard khaki's which on nearly everyone looked the same (hence the name 'uniform') but she made them look good. Her breasts were just the right size to look good in uniform, in proportion to the rest of her trim figure, not too small, not over sized, just right. And since the military kept on all of us to stay in shape, she was. Firm and evenly muscled without being 'buff'. Really, just right. Not a lot sexy about the khaki uniform but I knew what was going on underneath and I had an active mind so her presence just after her watch was over and eight hours before mine was due had my thoughts tumbling as soon as she came through the door.
"Hey," I said, "everything good on deck?"
"Quiet," she said, "still cruising along."
Time on a repair ship tended to drag on and on between ports. At the moment we were transiting across the nearly endless Indian Ocean and if the weather was cooperative and we were not in the standard shipping lanes, it was hour after hour of nothing but beautiful blue sky and green water as far as the eye could see. Boring but lovely. Right now there were some long shallow swells and the huge ship languidly rolled a couple of degrees back and forth, just enough to rock you to sleep. It was great sleeping weather and great weather for other horizontal endeavors I thought more interesting at the moment.
Since Hong Kong a month earlier, Zoey and I had been lovers whenever the opportunity arose. Not frequently enough for my liking so I made the most of the opportunities that availed themselves. This was obviously an opportune time and place and Zoey was apparently interested. We had quickly become accustomed to what turned each other on and how to prolong and repeat the pleasure.
I locked the door and, as we always did, pulled out the drawer that was right next to it. This prevented anyone from opening the door and gave us lots of time to scramble if someone knocked. I turned out the overhead light leaving the desk lamp on then turned around and faced Zoey. She leaned in for a kiss and we locked lips slowly and gently giving and receiving, our tongues working together increasing the electricity between us. She had fantastic lips full and expressive. I ran my hands down her back to her ass then around her waist and pulled her against me. She felt my hardening cock and I got an "Mmmmmm..." for my efforts. My hands slowly moved down to her hips and I abruptly spun her around so her back was against me.
I had her pinned against the stateroom sink facing the mirror. With both of us watching through the mirror I slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Regulations about sexy lingerie are pretty difficult to enforce as long as it does not show outside of the uniform. Victoria Secret would have been proud to have the breasts in this bra in their catalog. The material was thin and lacy and I could see her red nipples contrasting to the white skin through it. I scratched my fingernails across the top of her breasts and down so that I could feel as well as see her nipples hardening when I got to them. Her nipples always stood up like tough erasers as soon as she was warmed up and they were solid now. She was watching in the mirror enjoying both the feeling and the sight of her own reaction.
Zoey had a thing about her ears. She loved it when I breathed softly into them and ran my tongue around the rim. I began pinching the nipple of her right breast as I kissed up her neck and nibbled her earlobe. She let out a small burst of air in a hissing sound and pushed her hips into me wanting to feel my cock hard against her ass. I tongued the inside of her ear while stroking down her bare stomach with my other hand arriving between her legs. Softly and then with more urgency I massaged her pussy through her pants. She pushed back hard and moaned so I unzipped the pants and put my hand inside stroking the soft lace there and sliding down to the slit in their middle. She moved her legs apart some giving me more access as I continued to rub her, gently resisting her efforts at this point to make it harder and faster. After a minute or so of this she was pulsing against me so I slid my finger under the side of the pouch that held her juicy cunt and down the lips.
"Oh, yes," she whispered.
Up and down her inner lips I slid my finger finally stopping at the hard bud at the top and started gently massaging it. At this point she was increasing the rhythm of her pumping hips and I could tell she was going to come. Rather than speed up I slowed down and decreased the pressure some.
"Look," I commanded. She looked up and saw the face of an impending orgasm. Saw my one hand on her breast pinching her nipple and the other in her pants caressing the folds of her pussy.
"Dammit!" she hissed, and grabbed my arm forcing my hand hard against her clit. I could feel the tension and then the dam bursting as she came hard against me, her body bucking and her hand pressing mine into her cunt.
*********
The month after I reported aboard an opportunity presented itself to know Zoey better. We pulled into Singapore, at a docking facility called Sembawang. That was actually good news. Typically ships our size sit at anchorage in the harbor and getting ashore and back consists of a very time consuming ferry ride which, no matter how picturesque, is a pain in the ass. But we were welcomed to a docking facility to correct an engineering problem the ship had. The Chief Engineer's misfortune was our gain. Being in Operations I was pretty loose in port. Our hard work was done at sea. Other than my one day as Command Duty Officer I was free to come and go. Benefits of rank and a result of my organizational skills. After a month on board I had the department humming along and they did not need me to baby sit in port logistics.
Zoey was the Diving Officer (no one looked even vaguely sexy in a hard hat diving outfit but she gave it a go in the picture I saw) and, as such, had a similar slack shore schedule as mine. Known around the ship by the enlisted as LT Grant she was actually on the same watch rotation in port as my assistant CDO. I was slightly senior to her even though we were both Lieutenants so she was my assistant on the watch rotation. Can't imagine how that happened. Very nice perk to being the Operations Officer, I was also the Senior Watch Officer responsible for making up the schedule. My forte has always been long range planning and I wanted to be sure we both went ashore at the same time.
Ready to go ashore, we met up in the wardroom. Although we had occasionally passed each other to or from the head in our robes it was the first time I had seen Zoey in clothes other than her uniform. She was hot, sophisticated and slightly taller than me since she now had on some low heels. But no matter. She was wearing comfortable linen-like tan slacks and a loosely structured Oxford cloth cream shirt. Wife of the plantation owner headed out to check the land. With makeup on she was stunning. And she had some perfume I later found out was Cinnabar. Turns out that particular scent is hard wired to my groin. I was having some trouble already and we hadn't even left the wardroom.
We hooked up with a couple of other junior officers, the usual formation, and headed towards town. Sembawang is lovely but on the opposite side of the island from downtown Singapore. We were headed to the famed Raffles Hotel and it's more famous "Long Bar". Home of the Singapore Sling. It was a place where the likes of Somerset Maughn, Joseph Conrad, Eva Gardner and Rudyard Kipling hung out. This was not my first trip to Singapore nor my first excursion to the Long Bar and I was happy to be the experienced guide for Zoey and the rest.
As we got in the cab Zoey ended up next to me. Three of us in back and her warm body was next to mine. It was not hot out (somewhat unusual no matter what time of year in Singapore) and the cab was slightly air conditioned so having her body next to mine was very comfortable. Apparently for both of us as she never did make a move to put any air between us. Fine with me.
I'm usually a simple booze hound. Bourbon and soda, Gin and tonic. Keep it simple. Don't lose the taste of good alcohol by mixing it with a bunch of junk. But when in Singapore one must do two things. First, see the Raffles Hotel. Built in the late 1800's it is an example of colonial style at its height. It is beautiful. Secondly one must go to the Long Bar in the Raffles and have a Singapore Sling. Created in 1915 by the bartender there it has Gin, Benedictine, Cointreau, some cherry liqueur, Grenadine, lemon juice, pineapple juice and a shot of bitters. Like so many such drinks the alcohol can hardly be tasted and after one or two it sneaks up on you. I was very aware of that and sipped slowly. The others either did not care or were less aware as the third round engaged while I was still on number one.
Another of the traits I learned to love about Zoey is that she becomes amorous after a couple of drinks. Not just lowering her inhibitions, which it also did, but increasing her libido. My luck she was sitting next to me. Lively and flushed she would lean into me periodically as if we shared some piece of humor that the others did not get. I was happy with the contact but didn't push it further. She became increasingly soft and, well, the best description I can think of is pliable.
I looked at her and asked, "You're between relationships?"
"Yeah."
"Been a while?"
"What you mean to ask is," she said and then altered her tone to be a bit more masculine, "When was the last time someone checked to see if your red hair was natural?"
I must admit I blushed head to toe and she giggled.
"Well," I stammered, "when you put it like that it was a crappy question and I retract it."
"No, it was fair, and I'll answer," she said with a gleam in her eye. "I graduated from college and at the same time ended the last great relationship of my youth. Then went to dive school and baby SWOS and then was assigned here where I spent the first five months grinding away at pre-deployment preps. So, my personal life has been on hold for a couple of years. And I have a hard rule about getting involved within a command."
Somehow the way she said 'hard rule' made me twitch. And although we were stationed on the same ship we were actually not in the same command. I was ship's company and she was attached to the repair division, along for the ride. As we were both aware of our relative command positions the comment had a lot of meaning.
It was that very command separation that lead to our more intense relationship.
***** Two of Five *****
Her breathing slowed and she relaxed against me. I kissed her neck and shoulder and removed her shirt. Still watching the effects in the mirror I removed her bra to reveal her magnificent breasts. I reached around and caressed them without the lacy covering. Then moved back down her stomach and finished removing her pants, her panties, shoes and the rest. She was now naked and facing me. I moved her gently to the bed and lay her down. Taking off my own my own clothes, I joined her, lying next to her and gently kissing her face and neck and lips. She was soft and warm against me in the afterglow of having come. As we kissed she reached down and gently stroked my cock.
I turned her so I could roll on top with one of my legs between hers. I could feel her pussy wet against my cock but had no intention of entering her yet. Far too soon. She was moving against me trying to get into a position that she could impale herself on my shaft but I would not let her. She wanted me in control and I was. Sliding down a bit I pulled her right nipple into my mouth while massaging the left. I had discovered that she liked to have her tits squeezed hard and I did that while sucking and tonguing her nipple. She writhed beneath me and managed to move so that she had her legs wrapped around mine so that she could rub her pussy up and down on it. Lost in the moment I hardly noticed but after a few minutes when I changed nipples her bumping and grinding became more urgent and her breathing again became labored. I pushed my leg hard into her and renewed my efforts with her breasts. She started seriously humping my leg and, I'm sure, would have grabbed my cock and pushed it into her had I let her. But this was enough and she was rapidly approaching orgasm. A minute later she went rigid pushing her cunt hard against me as she came. This one lasted longer and when it was over she collapsed limply.
*********
Shortly after we left Singapore I was called to the Exec's cabin. The Commanding Officer and the Repair Officer, commander of the repair command that was attached to the ship, were there and they did not seem to be happy.
My life on the ship was that of a golden boy. I had a lot of free reign and spent time shooting the shit with these senior officers. This was not typical for a Lieutenant. But it was my good luck to be in that position. So walking into the room with all three of them present did not really make me anxious but it did make me curious about what was up.
The XO ran the meeting and it turned out to be a mess he was handing me.
When there is a problem in the military that might possibly, but not certainly, end up in disciplinary or even criminal action, the initial steps to determine the facts are frequently taken by a non-involved officer. No legal training required. Just follow the book. The JAG manual. The investigation is called a JAG (Judge Advocate General) Manual Investigation.
This meeting ended up with me being the officer running the JAGMAN. I had a difficult time controlling my reactions on hearing the subject of the investigation. The officer being investigated was Zoey. Specifically, the fact that a critical box of diving gear was not on board. It was part of the deployment kit and Zoey had been responsible for ordering it. But it was not on board. She had failed in her duties. Potentially career ending for her. A determination for which I was primarily responsible. I would not make the final decision but the way these things worked the report carried a huge weight in the final decision and there had to be a pretty strong reason not to follow the recommendations made by the investigating officer in such a case. In a very real way Zoey's future depended on my report. I was sweating bullets even before I was dismissed.
Just as in any investigation the report would contain a combination of interviews and physical evidence. First things first. I carefully read my mandate from the CO and outlined in my mind what would need to be done. But most importantly (and this is actually common in nearly all investigations) what outcome would best suite the powers that be. What would they really like to see. I was not going to change anything, not alter any facts, not kill any physical evidence but if there were some shading of things, shaping of the report, what would they like to see? My feeling is that they were kind of out for Zoey. The Repair Officer did not seem to like her (maybe due to it being a 'her'). I had the feeling that the CO and XO were neutral. So all in all it was an uphill battle for Zoey.
I started with the RO.
The details of this and any investigation are tedious at best. Each statement made by any witness must be parsed, summarized and then compared to every other statement and available evidence so that "Findings of Fact" can be developed from which "Findings of Opinion" would be derived and "Recommendations" made. Typically anywhere from 30 to hundreds of such Findings of Facts were delineated in a report such as this. I was looking at probably 50 or so. It was much like putting together a geometric proof or was at least supposed to approximate that. But dealing with people was very different from dealing with geometric concepts. People sometimes lie. Really.
The RO gave me the rundown. Equipment was to be ordered. No equipment was on board and there was no proof other than LT Grant's statements that the equipment was ever ordered. Zoey was on the hook unless she could prove that it had been ordered.
Talking to Zoey did not shed much light. She said that it had been ordered but so were thousands of other things and she had nothing in writing to prove that she had properly done her job. To her credit she was very professional and I tried to respond in the same way. Keep things as objective as possible. Not easy. I did not spend much time looking in her eyes or I would have been lost.
My next stop was Zoey's senior enlisted, kind of a snarky Senior Chief by the name of Branch. He stated clearly that as far as he knew LT Grant had ordered the equipment but he could not prove it.
"Sir," stated NDCS Branch, "LT Grant stated to me that she had ordered the equipment. I had no reason to doubt her."
In other words he was hanging her out to flap in the wind. I had the feeling that he knew something but I could not shake his story no matter how I asked the question. He said that he had never actually seen an order but he "believed the Lieutenant." Right.
On the third day of my investigation I started putting things together in the report and it was looking grim for LT Grant. I had been unable to find any proof substantiating her statement that the equipment had been ordered. She was screwed and not in a good way. No shading I could do could fix it.
A knock on my stateroom door turned out to be ND3 Stack, a kid I knew to say hello to around the ship. Very young, very green and right now very nervous.
"LT, can I come in?," he asked.
"Sure."
Stack came into my room and quickly closed the door. And then just stood in front of me fidgeting.
"Well, Stack," I said. "Out with it. What can I do for you?"
"Sir," he stammered and hesitated. "I'm in a bad position here. I know something but I'm afraid that I'll get hammered if I bring it up."
"Does this have to do with my investigation?"
"Yes, sir, it does."
Sigh.
"Well, do you want to be protected? If you've got something I can keep it anonymous."
He hesitated, then said, "I saw an order for diving gear with LT Zoey's signature on it."
"Where?" I asked.
Again he hesitated.
"Come on, Stack. You've come this far."
"I was on my mess tour and had this month in the goat quarters."
Translation: Stack had taken his rotation, as did all junior enlisted, with a month of service in the Chief's quarters. His responsibility would have been cleaning the rooms. For the Chiefs it was a privilege of pay grade and as they had all done the same when they were coming up I think they really enjoyed the luxury.
"Senior Chief Branch's rack was open one morning last week and the order form was just sitting there with some other paperwork. I didn't snoop. Really." He was sounding kind of whiney now.
"Ok, ok, Stack. You didn't snoop. Don't worry about that. What happened then?"
"Nothing. I just kept cleaning. Didn't really think anything of it and not sure why I even remembered but when I heard about the investigation I realized what it meant. LT Grant is a great officer."
I knocked on the door and opened it.
"XO, can I come in? I've got something you need to hear."
A seriously nervous Petty Officer Stack was behind me looking like he wanted to run. A ship is not a great place if you're looking to get away from someone so I was not really worried.
"Petty Officer Stack has something to tell you, XO," I said.
Stack related his story again to the XO and, ten minutes later, to the CO.
"I'll need a search warrant and a Master-At-Arms, Captain," I said.
In the military a Commanding Officer is as close to being an absolute ruler as you can get and that is never more true than on a ship. He has the right to force a search on his own authority if he believes that there is evidence that might not survive long enough to get to a port where there are more lawyers and courts. So it was only a half an hour later I had the Chief Master-at-Arms with me as a witness outside the Chief's quarters.
We entered and moved directly to the bunkroom. As fortune would have it, Senior Chief Branch was laying on his rack.
"Senior Chief," I said with more steel in my voice than I felt, "is this your rack?"
"Well, Lieutenant, it sure looks like it."
"Please get down off of it and open it up," I said, holding out the warrant. "I have the authority to search it."
Slowly and with evident reluctance the Senior Chief moved off his rack and opened it. On top was a manila folder. I opened it and, to my relief, there was a requisition order for a long list of diving gear signed by LT Grant and dated two months before our deployment.
"My report, XO," I said handing him the freshly printed report two days later. "Bottom line is that Senior Chief Branch assured LT Grant verbally when no one else was around that the gear was on board. His denial would have worked but for the requisition he had. No idea why he kept it. Maybe he thought he could come up with some kind of blackmail scheme. It doesn't really matter now. LT Grant is guilty of trusting her Senior Chief and maybe a little follow through but I don't see anything else. The final recommendation is an unofficial Letter of Reprimand. Nothing permanent on her record."
***** Three of Five *****
I slid down her body kissing breasts and stomach on my way down to the curly thatch of bright red pubic hair between her legs. After coming twice her cunt had a wonderful and strong musky scent that drew me in until I was licking clean the juices from her last orgasm. She tasted wonderful. I spread her swollen lips and opened up the flower then licked the length of the exposed slit. Zoey moaned and writhed against my tongue. I was in no hurry, no hurry at all. I explored the entire area between her legs first on one side of her outer lips, in that soft sensitive area next to her cunt then down below where her the pucker of her ass was and back up the other side staying away from that hot core for a bit. I continued this way for probably five minutes during which time she alternately stroked my hair and pushed me harder into her. Finally I began to pay more attention to the center of the heat licking up and down her wide wet lips and pushing my tongue into the space between them. I finally worked my way back up to gently tongue her clit while slowly and gently inserting my index finger into her. The response was immediate. She began to buck up and down against my tongue as I increased my pace and began to fuck her with first one finger then two.
*********
A week later we were pulling into the mooring buoy in the middle of Hong Kong harbor halfway between Hong Kong and Kowloon, easily one of the most magnificent places in the world to park a ship. All around was an amazing variety of watercraft from military vessels to dinghies to what appeared to be pirate boats with dragons on the front. With brightly lit ferries constantly running back and forth from Hong Kong to Kowloon it was a constant three ring circus. And the view of the beautiful mountains on the Hong Kong side topped with Victoria Peak to the flat lands leading into China on the Kowloon side was a tapestry of movement and color and history. Truly captivating. Entranced by all of this I had not heard or felt LT Grant come up behind and started a bit when she said softly into my ear, "I owe you.". She put a piece of paper in my hand and walked away.
I looked at the paper when no one could see. In printed handwriting it said:
Park Hotel
7PM
Room 421
I owe you.
I could hear the echo of her soft voice saying those words as I approached the hotel. Hong Kong was a place that made escape to anonymity easy. The crew was happy to stay on the Hong Kong side drinking and doing all those things that sailors so and I was happy to head to Kowloon. I took the Star Ferry across the harbor and basked in the throngs of people who did not know or care who I was. Even as obvious as I was, a western tourist, this land had seen millions upon millions of westerners over the years and had absorbed them all. No one noticed one more. I was truly invisible a I walked from the ferry landing to the Park hotel. It was a simple place. Not really fancy. Nothing notable in the history books. A great nondescript meeting place.
Room 421, I owe you
My stomach lurched with anticipation as I entered the elevator heading to the fourth floor. Ever so slight a hesitation, an anticipation, as I stood before the door. Then knocked.
The door opened and Zoey was there dressed in her usual shore leave khaki pants and green LaCoste polo shirt. And wearing also a gorgeous smile.
"Beer?" she asked, handing me an icy cold Tsingtao.
I was enveloped first by her presence and clear joy to see me, then by her musky scent and finally was overwhelmed when I looked beyond her through the floor to ceiling plate glass windows that overlooked one of the most filmed harbors in the world, Hong Kong. The entire scene was enveloping me in wonder that I should be a part of it. I took a couple of steps in and past Zoey, walking toward the window. Suddenly the lights went off and I was in the dark walking on air toward the panoply of the jewel of China strewn before me. Just before the window I stopped. With no light behind me there was only the barest reflection on the glass at all. It was like standing on a ledge.
Behind me I felt the air stir and a voice in my ear, "Magnificent."
"As are you," I replied sincerely, starting to turn.
"No," she stopped me. And leaning against me, her breasts soft against my back, she kissed my neck. I had to put one hand on the glass to keep from falling into it but that allowed her to push more firmly, molding her body to mine. "I owe you," she whispered breathily into my ear.
And with that she ran her hand across my chest hugging me to her finally ending up sliding it down to my stomach then down the front of my pants where she could easily feel the reactive hardness of my cock already straining against the material there. She had me trapped against the glass and I could only moan. She stroked me through my pants for a minute or two or an eternity, I could not be sure of the passage of time now. Then slowly and carefully lowered my zipper and reached inside to pull my cock out to the light. Again I started to turn, but was again stopped.
With several small kisses around my ear she softly spoke, "This one is all mine. Just relax and let me bring you along. We have all night"
I opened my eyes and overlooked the beautiful harbor as Zoey slowly stroked my cock up and down, softly and slowly, a massage of delight. She was patient and seemed not to care how long it would be. I was drifting on the bliss of the moment, the place, the musk and the rapturous joy of having this woman molded to my back and intent on my pleasure.
After what must have been five minutes of gentle cock massage I was suddenly aware that my interest and sexual desire was starting to peak. The stroking continued slowly and surely, no rush. She reached around with her other hand and gently scratched at my balls as she continued the up and down stroking. That finally did it and with a gasp I launched my load towards the harbor of Hong Kong splashing the milky whiteness on the window.
"There," she whispered breathily into my ear. "I still owe you but we're a little closer."
"You don't have to feel like you owe me, Zoey," I said, turning toward her and taking her into my arms. We kissed deeply for the first time and were immediately lost in each other, shedding clothes and inhibitions as we moved onto the bed. I got to taste her sweet musk for the first time as we melted together under the lights of Hong Kong.
***** Four of Five *****
I reached over to the desktop next to the bed and grabbed my tie. To the hiss of her breath I grabbed her wrists and quickly did a figure 8 loop around them then reached up to tie the ends to the pipes at the head of the bed. In just 10 seconds or so I had her tied up and writhing against me.
She liked to be tied up, liked losing control, liked having me drive her crazy. And I enjoyed watching her lose control, enjoyed pushing her to her limits.
Backing up so I was kneeling between her legs I looked her up and down like a meal on which I was about to feast. She was gorgeous. Lithe and white pearl skin tinged with red freckles and both topped and middled with bright red hair. She moved under my gaze like a sinuous dancer just starting to warm up. I could see her cunt lips glistening, leaking the fluid that I had just elicited. "Fuck me," she pleaded, "Please fuck me now." Almost a whimper. Still quiet as we were surrounded by a crew of over 800 who must never know.
I put a hand on each of her legs, at the ankle, and slowly and lightly moved up them separating them so that I had room to lie between. As I lay down on top of her I continued my hands up past her flat stomach to those magnificent breasts taking a handful of each and squeezing moving my fingers up to the rock hard nipples to pinch them both at the same time. Zoey's response was a moan. I finally lay down entirely on her and gently kissed her full lips holding her head between my hands, lovingly stroking her cheeks, her hair, pulling her tongue inside my mouth building the intensity as my cock found the opening to her cunt and I slipped fluidly inside. She moaned again in my mouth and I kept kissing her as I moved slowly but intently in and out of her. Zoey was the only woman I'd ever been with that could come without clitoral stimulation. Not always but sometimes she came while I was just fucking her, not even trying to make her come. My strokes into her became stronger and more intense as I was finally working up to my own orgasm when suddenly she started to buck and moan a little loudly. I was afraid she was going to cry out and I covered her mouth with mine. She screamed into my mouth as a strong orgasm shook her body. I was focused on keeping her quiet and so did not join her in coming. Slowly the waves subsided and her breathing returned to a more normal state. She smiled up at me with somewhat glazed eyes, "Well, that was a surprise. I think you're going to kill me. But what a way to go."
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After Hong Kong the relationship between Zoey and me predictably changed. We worked on opposite ends of the ship so it was fairly easy during the day to not see each other. I sometimes joined her on the bridge watch and we talked for hours under the stars as the ship slid through the waters of the Indian Ocean. I learned about her life and she about mine and we became very close. When the occasion arose we managed to sneak into her room or mine and learn a lot of other things about each other. Turned out we were more than compatible physically, actually more like gasoline and matches which made it somewhat dangerous in a situation where we were supposed to be NOT doing what we wanted to do all the time. But it was that very tension and danger that kept things smoldering.
One evening a week out of Hong Kong I was working late in my office (one I rated as a department head) when she was coming off the evening watch. As my office was behind the bridge the watch crew passed it on the way aft to the rest of the ship. As Officer of the Deck, Zoey was the last to leave the bridge after the oncoming watch was settled and the off going watch already in their racks.
A quick knock and there she was.
"LT Grant," I said in my most solemn officer voice.
"I've got a problem, Ops," she said using my colloquial title.
"And what would that be, LT Grant?" I queried.
She turned toward the door and I heard the click of the lock. She then turned back and approached me at my desk where I was sitting with rising interest.
"I've got this hot spot," she said. "I think I know what the problem is and I know you have the equipment to help."
And with that she took my hand and covered the juncture of her legs with it.
"Right here," she said softly. "If you press you can probably feel how hot it is."
Feeling obligated to help I pressed. And pressed harder as I moved back and forth over the hot spot. And I could feel it was as hot as I was hard. Zoey started softly moaning and pushed into my hand so that she was riding it. For the first time I saw how easily she could come when she was really excited. I rubbed against her cunt feeling the heat, feeling the soft core as I moved my fingers back and forth. She grabbed my hand forcing it hard against her as she came with clenched jaw and tightly closed eyes. Standing rigidly like that for a few more moments she then collapsed with her hands on the desk on either side of my chair and her face in mine. She kissed me hard and ran her hands up my inner thigh to find my cock, hard and hot.
Looking in my eyes she said, "I've got a place that was just made ready for that." Without another word she stood, opened her belt and pants, slid them down along with her panties and leaned forward on the desk. I moved up behind that wonderful ass and slipped my finger up between her legs to find her hot, wet pussy was, in fact, ready for me. I opened my pants and dropped them along with my underwear. Grabbing my cock I slipped the tip into her, dipping into the musky juices and sliding easily forward. I leaned over and wrapped my arms around her so that we were molded together and slipped deeply into her cunt. We both grunted with pleasure and I held, pushing hard into her impaling her as deeply as I could. Then slowly I slid back out and back in savoring exquisite, nearly frictionless glide in and out of her. In and out. In and out. Increasing the tempo some but not much. I didn't need much and it did not take long. With a groan I pushed deep into her and came. There was a pulsing sensation in her cunt that may have been a small second orgasm. But we stayed in that position for what seemed like a long time before standing and cleaning up some with tissues I had on my desk.
"Thank you for helping with my problem, Ops," she said.
"Any time, LT Grant."
And with that she left, her sexual musk remaining behind.
***** Five of Five *****
My cock was achingly hard still but she was oozing with juicy contentment. So I had to be patient and bring her along slowly again. I untied her hands and we lay facing each other with my throbbing member between us nestled in her very damp patch of red pubic hair. It was all I could to not do just jump on her and fuck her with everything I had. But as usual patience was rewarded. I continued to caress her from her breasts and still rock hard nipples down her side to her thighs and around and up her back. I made that trip several times enjoying the luxury of her soft skin. Lightly, with my fingernails I brought her nerve endings back up and she murmured,
"Oh, God that feels so good."
I pulled her gently to me and we began gently kissing tongue tips brushing each other, no hurry, no reason to move any more than a languid pace. I continued to caress her finally ending up with the tips of my fingers on her ass and then between the cheeks dipping into the liquid warmth of her cunt where I slowly and gently stroked. I kept this up for many minutes until my cock reasserted itself and I felt the need to move things along. I lifted up and rolled her onto her stomach then lay my length on her back knowing that her favorite position was this. I dipped my hips slightly and slid into her cunt so slick with juices it felt like I was being drawn in, no need to push. The reason she liked this position is that it allowed all of my length to be entirely in her and I as buried to the hilt. The feeling nearly brought me to orgasm immediately. I managed to hold back but did not move for several moments. I really wanted this delicious part to last a while.
After regaining control of my senses I began a slow and gentle in/out rhythm moving back until only the tip of my cock was touching her lips then forward again gliding back into the hot core of her. Again and again I did this until Zoey started pushing back into me picking up the pace and intensity. I had moved my hands up her arms until each of her hands was clutched in one of mine. Over time I had discovered that one of Zoey's tells that let me know she was about to come was that she gripped my hand tighter and tighter. She began to do that now as she moved my right hand down and under her pushing my palm into her pussy.
"Do you want me to play with your clit?" I asked. "Make you come?"
"Yessssss," she hissed.
So I began to massage up her cunt lips up and around her clit and back slowly and methodically as she liked. Her grip on my other hand increased and I knew she was close. I decided to come with her and started fucking her with more and more power pushing into her deeper and deeper. Zoey was softly moaning with each thrust and gripping my hand until I knew it was time to release. She started to scream and quickly buried her face in the pillow. But I could still hear her scream as I exploded deep into her cunt with one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had. We both lost track of everything for a while as the waves flowed over us both and I collapsed onto her back hot and sweaty.
"How am I going to walk now?" she asked with a giggle.
My cock was shrinking but I was still inside of her. I rolled to my side keeping it that way.
The ship churned through the waters heading westward in the vast emptiness of the Indian Ocean. With massive swells creating the ship's continuous gentle rolling motion, Zoey and I, still connected, fell into deep and sated sleep.
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We sat on the couch beside each other, simply sitting together, watching a movie on Netflix. Your phone vibrated on the couch beside you. I didn't look at it as usual but you immediately picked it up and checked it, smirking slightly. I looked over at you suspiciously, but shrugged it off, laying my arm across your shoulders.
Only moments later there was a knock at the front door. I turned to look at it, connecting the knock and your phone buzzing instantly, immediately curious as to what was going on. You jumped up from the couch and skipped to the door, unlocking it and opening it in one smooth motion.
"Hiiii!" I heard a high-pitched voice yell from outside the door.
"Hi, Zoey." You called her, letting her in after you. Her eyes immediately found me in the room before she said, "Thank you for letting me do this...you know how much if wanted this moment to come..."
"Oh, you're not doing it alone...I'm joining you..." you corrected her with a smirk.
"What's going on?" I asked, turning to see the both of you standing at the door, a curious time behind my voice.
Zoey stood straight and tall with a thin white, tied crop top barely covering her large breasts. She wore black distressed jeans and black combat boots. Her face was covered in thick makeup drawing a lot of my attention to her lips with her dark red lipstick. Her long, dark brunette hair draped well below her shoulders, but I noticed a simple black hair-tie snapped tight around her wrist. Her large, dark brown eyes looked straight at me immediately
You stood beside her wearing what you normally did, a normal-sized tank top and distressed jeans. You had no shoes or socks on as you were inside and didn't need them.
You gave me a seductive look before looking at me and her and saying, "Follow me", as you walked into our bedroom. I slowly stood from the couch and followed after Zoey, whose footsteps you could hear in her loud boots.
You stood beside the bed, showing an array of our BDSM toys and equipment, mostly consisting of dildos, both remote and standard, along with assorted handcuffs and gags.
Zoey dropped her tiny clutch bag on your dresser, knocking over most of your makeup and other assorted items. She bent over in front of me, untying her boots and slipping them off of her feet, revealing her basic white ankle socks.
I walked over to you as you sorted the stuff on the bed before asking, "What is going on?"
You simply smirked at me before tracing my jawline with a finger and responding, "Just a new toy for us to play with,'' as you walked over to her. She was bending over still, continuing to remove her boots and her socks as you slapped her ass hard, nearly knocking her forward.
You smiled back at me before saying, "Sit on the bed, baby. We'll get ready for you. Then we'll get you ready."
Zoey looked at you, smirking slightly before going you and walking over in front of me.
I sat on the bed, watching as you both began to tease yourselves gently through the thick fabric of your clothes. You grabbed and fondled with your breasts through your shirt as Zoey began to caress her pussy through her jeans.
I leaned back on my arms, admiring the two beautiful women before me as you both teased yourselves. You lifted your shirt over your head, tossing it behind yourself, revealing your black laced bra. Zoey unfastened her jeans and slid them to the floor, kicking them to the side with her bare feet, revealing her black lace panties.
I could see a wet spot beginning to form in Zoey's panties as she continued to caress herself and moan quietly. You fondled yourself, gently squeezing your firm breasts through your bra. Both of you kept constant eye contact with me, and I began to feel some pressure build within my shorts.
You gently bite your lip and pushed a couple of your own fingers between your pert lips, sucking on them and moaning quietly. You reached down to your jeans with your other hand and unfastened them, carefully sliding them off and kicking them behind you with your shirt.
Zoey seemed like she was trying to compete because when she lifted her shirt to take it off, she had no bra on underneath. Her nipples were already hard as she stopped caressing her cunt and instead began to play with her nipples some, still moaning quietly.
You unfastened your bra and let it drop to the floor beneath you before also pulling your damp panties to the floor and leaving them. You walk over to me and bend to your knees, carefully unfastening my shorts and sliding both them and my boxers down at once, tossing them to the side.
Zoey quickly removed her wet panties and kneeled beside you to join us. You looked at her with a snarky smile as you took my moderately hard dick in your hand, gently stroking it. I decide to stand in front of you but you push me onto my back, making me lay down completely with my legs hanging over the side of the bed.
You turn to Zoey, still caressing my stiffening cock, and kiss her slowly. I prop my head upon my arms and watch from my decently comfortable position. You kiss her deep and she hesitates but kisses you back. You reach up with one hand and begin to squeeze and massage her breasts while she begins to gently finger your wet pussy.
Zoey reaches another hand up and begins to gently massage my ballsack. I moan quietly, letting my head drop into the mattress. You break the kiss between you two and immediately turn to me, pulling my cock down slightly and moving your head up to pop the head into your mouth. You slowly lick around the head of my dick, stimulating me as Zoey leans in and behind to lick and kiss around my balls. You look up at me, but you notice that I'm not looking back at you.
You suck on the head a little before beginning to slide your mouth and tight lips along the long shaft of my cock. I watch as you start to bob your head up and down slowly, starting to suck on it, moaning just loud enough for me to hear. I keep my eyes locked on Zoey, watching her kiss and lick around my balls, occasionally seeing you push her aside when she gets in your way.
I place my large hand on the back of your head, laying my head back into the soft mattress. I place my other hand on the back of Zoey's head but you reach up and remove my hand, placing it on your head as well. I smirk slightly as I gently press down on the back of your head, pushing the head of my hard cock into your throat. You gag on it slightly before I release you and you lift your head, sitting up completely.
You bump Zoey's shoulder as you move over slightly, letting her have a turn choking on me in her throat. She pops the head of my dick between her lips and sucks on it tight, looking up into my eyes. You sit back on your bare heels, watching her, waiting to execute your idea. As she slowly slid her mouth and lips down the shaft of my hardened cock, she took a short breath before popping the head into her tight throat.
You took your chance and sat up on your knees, pushing down on the back of her head, pushing her to deep to the base of my cock. She jumped slightly and tried to pull back but you put your weight down on her head. I felt some struggle so I looked up quickly, noticing you pushing her. I looked up at you and smiled widely, and you grinned back. I watched your firm breasts sway slightly as you fought her down. I could feel her throat tightening around the head of my cock.
Zoey seemed to be getting short of breath as her fighting appeared to become more desperate. You held her head down hard, feeling her struggle beneath you, alternating your look between me and her. Zoey placed her hands by my side and began to attempt pushing herself up, but she couldn't push you off. She began to fight at your arms, so I reached forward and grabbed her wrists myself, holding them by my side. She started to scream against my cock, causing her throat to vibrate around my cock, making me moan. Her screams became loud and desperate before they began to quiet and slow. Her screams turned into quiet moans as her breath nearly depleted completely.
I felt her begin to give up on my cock, fighting just a little but taking short pauses before beginning to fight again. I looked up at you and released her arms. You looked back at me before grabbing a handful of her hair and roughly pulling her off of me and, coincidentally, clearing her throat. She nearly fell backward as she began to take deep, desperate, gasping breaths. "Fun isn't it?!" You asked her rhetorically. I sat up from my relaxed position and looked down at the poor nymph sitting nearly limp on the floor.
You kneel down beside the weakly breathing woman and whisper in her ear, "Was that your first breath-hold?" She didn't look up but answered, "My first for that long." You smiled beside her before standing and patting beside me on the bed. Zoey took the hint and slowly crawled up onto the bed, lying on her stomach beside me. You calmly climbed on top of her, pushing me to the side as you began to caress Zoey's thigh and hip with your hand. You carefully ground your stomach and pussy across her firm ass.
Zoey moaned quietly as you pushed her into the blankets and mattress, caressing her lower back and hips with your hands. She slowly rolled over onto her back, revealing her perky breasts to you. You smirk down at her before leaning down and taking one of her pointed nipples into your mouth. "Can I touch your clit?" Zoey asked shyly. Instead of responding, you simply take hold of her wrist and pull it down between your legs. As she slides a finger inside of your wet pussy, you arch your back up and suck harder on her breast. You slid one of your hands down her her pussy and began to softly caress the edge of lips.
I sat at the side of you watching and listening as Zoey moaned quietly to herself, but you clearly heard as you chuckled quietly and slid a couple of fingers deep into her wet pussy stimulating her clit. She arched her back up into you squishing your breasts into her flat stomach. You left her hardened nipple wet as you slowly moved up her chest and neck eventually reaching her soft lips, giving small kisses along the way. You kissed her lips softly as you gently fingered her wet pussy in rhythm with her fingering yours. I listen to the two of you moan quickly between kisses, turning me on more.
I eventually get tired of simply watching you. I interrupt your session with Zoey by grabbing you by your waist and pulling you over to me, sitting you onto my lap just above my dick. You smirk down at me as Zoey sits up on her knees and crawls over my head, lowering herself down until her pussy gently rests on my lips. I stick my tongue out and carefully lick her wet pussy. You reach down between your legs and hold my dick upright enough for you to slowly lower and impale yourself on my hardened cock. You gasp for breath as you slide yourself down until your legs touch my body, before lifting yourself repeatedly.
Zoey lowers herself onto my face completely, allowing me to lick and kiss her soft, wet pussy lips. I took a short breath as I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her down closer to me. You began to slowly fuck yourself on my dick, moaning loudly with each thrust. You looked across at Zoey moaning quietly as I continued to lick and suck on her pussy. I felt your pussy contracting against my cock with each thrust as I felt you nearing orgasm.
I reached up to Zoey's breasts and began to tweak and pinch her nipples, making her moan louder, and scream slightly each time I pinched harder. I felt her legs begin to quiver above me as I slid my tongue between her soft pussy lips. I believe your orgasm has hit as you suddenly slowed your movements on my dick. You stopped breathing for a moment and you arched your back, pressing your firm breasts out, showing your dark hardened nipples.
I felt Zoey go stiff as her loud labored breathing paused for a moment. I licked the inside of her pussy lips as she came against my mouth, squeezing my head slightly as her legs tightened. I lifted her legs so she fell back into the bed as I sat up, you still had my hard cock deep inside of you.
You whispered in my ear, "This will be the final activity for dear, Zoey, tonight." I looked at you confused for a moment before smirking. You slide yourself off my dick and crawl to my right. I admire my now shiny cock as it's dripping in your wetness.
I turn to look at you as you open one of the drawers on the bedside table and remove one of our pairs of handcuffs. "These are police issued handcuffs. They are not toys. They will not break under stress, they will not release with the push of a button. They only unlock with this key." You hold the key out for a moment before replacing it in the drawer and shutting it.
Zoey looked slightly concerned, but seemed willing. You crawled behind her, securing her arms behind her back. You lay her on her back before putting a second set of handcuffs around her ankles. You look at me as I lie on my back beside her. You reach into the drawer again and retrieve a belt from the nearby bedside cabinet.
Zoey looked up at you with wide eyes as you slide the end of the belt through the attached clasp, looking down into her eyes, smirking sadistically. "What are you going to do?" She asked, a slight tone of panic in her voice.
You simply ignored her as you slide the belt over her head and around her neck. She opened her mouth to speak but you pulled the belt tight around her smooth throat causing her to gag and choke slightly. You locked the belt in position with the clasps, leaving her to wriggle with the pressure of the belt gently squeezing her throat. I could still hear her breathing, but it was quiet and raspy.
You took a deep breath yourself and crawled over me, spreading your legs and straddling my pelvis and hard cock as it laid almost flat against my stomach. You leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to stop her from bothering you ever again, Daddy." You kissed my lips carefully before sitting up again and softly grabbing my hard dick with your hand.
Pulling it up, you slowly pushed yourself onto my dick, penetrating your still wet pussy. You carefully lowered yourself as we moaned loudly in unison. You looked over at Zoey who was looking over at you, smiling slightly. Her nipples were hard, and I guess you wanted to start your game as you swiftly reached over and pulled the belt one notch tighter. She tried to take a deep breath before but it got cut off as you cinched the belt tighter.
You smiled down at her as her eyes left yours and she stared up to the ceiling. Her breathing was limited, if not cut off completely, but I couldn't care. I was beginning to see why you invited her over in the first place. It was all a game to you, a game that I got to witness and be a part of. She tried to struggle in her bonds, kicking and squirming around slightly, seemingly trying to loosen the belt from her throat.
You looked away from her as you started to raise and lower yourself on my cock, sliding your soft wet pussy lips around it, moaning with each movement. You smiled down at me as I admired your perky breasts bouncing above me and the feeling of your warm cunt enveloping my dick. I simply laid mostly still, breathing heavily and moaning occasionally when you squeezed my cock harder.
Zoey's movements seemed to grow more desperate to my side as her quiet grunts turned to screams and loud moans. She threw her head to each side and coughed some, her breasts bouncing with each movement. She started to kick and squirm on the bed, desperate for a decent breath. You sighed before pausing your movements and loosening the belt slightly for a moment, allowing her to take a breath before tightening it again and chuckling, "Better get used to it, honey, you've got a long night."
You resumed your activity on me as her breathing was again cut off completely. You retrieved one of your vibrators from the bedside table and pushed it between her legs and inserting it into her pussy. She jumped slightly when you did this, but began to squirm more after you turned it on the highest setting. She kept trying to speak, or scream, or something, but it was always muffled from the belt constricting her breathing.
I sat up on my elbows and noticed that her face has begun to grow to a bluish hue from the oxygen deprivation. Her fight seemed to drain rapidly as her screams and moans faded. You grabbed a couple of clothespins from the table, clipping them to her hard, pointed nipples. She screamed with each clip and tried kicking her legs, but each movement appeared to hurt excruciatingly.
Her eyes began to close as you removed the vibrator and rubbed it along her clit. Her eyes suddenly opened wide. She sat up partially. Her legs kicked rapidly. She tried wrestling her arms to stop you, but they were secured beneath her. "Tired yet?" You asked with a smirk. She began to slow her movements again as you tortured her sensitive clit. She laid down into the bed, coughing more as she stared into the ceiling, her eyes glazing over. Her toes curled and I watched her begin to spasm and twitch as her orgasm hit.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum watching her." I told you. You looked over at me smiling, "Not yet, Daddy." I growled and laid back down, you still riding me. Your pussy tightened around my cock, I knew you were being orgasm yourself. Zoey laid almost still as she continued to twitch and spasm, her hands pointing out from under her towards us. "Think she's out?" I asked, looking her over. "I think so... Let's finish first." You replied, looking back at me and riding me faster.
You lean forward onto me as you continue fucking yourself on me, breathing heavily and moaning into my bare chest. I hold you tight. "Daddy," you begin. "Yes, babygirl?" I ask. "I'm going to cum." You finish. I hold you tighter and kiss the top of your head. I feel you suddenly grow stiff and you pussy tightens around my cock. You breathing grew ragged and shallow as you shuddered on top of me. When you seemed to be done I pulled out of your pussy as I grew closer to orgasm myself.
Rolling you off of me, I pulled your head off the side of the bed. You opened your mouth as if on command for me to slide my dick between your soft lips. Without hesitation, I pushed my cock straight into your tight throat, restricting your breath. "Baby... Your throat is so much better than that other bitch." I say, causing a slight smirk on your lips as I came hard deep into your throat. Hearing you gag on my cock as choke slightly as my warm cum filled your throat.
I remained lodged in your throat waiting for you to need a breath. I didn't allow you a good breath before I pushed myself into your throat, so it wasn't long before your stomach began to convulse and your lungs began to heave. You squirmed beneath me, your mind fighting me. I know you want to do what I want, but your body begins to fight back involuntary. You begin to kick around beneath me as I hold myself deep inside of your tight throat. You scream against me vibrating my dick, making me enjoy this even more. You begin to try pushing me away, but I grab your wrists and hold them by your sides. Your screams grow more desperate, you squirming and kicking begins to turn into attempted rolling and jumping, desperate to clear your throat.
When your fight calms down I know you're at your limit. I slowly pull my cock out of your throat and mouth, feeling the vacuum created inside of your throat try sucking air instantly. You begin to cough and take deep breaths, rolling over in bed to regain your composure. I kneel in front of you and softly caress your head, combing my fingers through your long hair.
Your coughing clears up and you swallow whatever remnants were still in your mouth. You lick your lips, still taking deep breaths as before I kiss you quickly and smiling at you. You sit up on the bed and look back at Zoey, who remains motionless on the bed behind you.
You sit up on your knees and, with a bit of difficulty, unclasp the belt, removing it from her neck. A thick red band now encircles her neck where the belt was tight. Unlocking both sets of handcuffs, we say looking at the woman.
"Well fucking now what?" You chuckle.
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"Well that fucking sucked," Zoey cried. Her visor went sailing across the room and bounced off the curtain.
"Everybody has a bad day Zoey," I offered. "You're not out."
"Whatever," she cried. Her shoes flew from her feet and bounced onto the floor.
"You're in fifth place, that's far from out," I retorted. "It was a hard day and the wind didn't help."
"Urrrrrr," she growled as she flopped down on the bed to sulk some more.
"I killed the local tournament, I walked all over districts, I kicked butt at regionals, why can't I stomp states," she cried. Her hand went over her face.
"Tomorrow is another day Zoey," I offered.
"I know what it is," she cried. This ought to be good I thought.
"I'm horny," she teased.
I sighed. "What do you want me to do about that," I asked?
She sat up quickly. "You could fuck me," she smiled.
"Zoey, I thought we had an agreement," I said.
She climbed off the bed and stood. "You have an agreement, I don't," she cried. Her arms crossed her chest and she pulled the bottom of her shirt over her head. She dropped it to the floor. I took in the sight of her tits straining against her tight bra.
"Didn't what happened to us bother you any," I asked?
"Ummm, not really," she shrugged. Her bra released its hold on her tits. They bounced into view as she dropped her bra onto the floor. I watched them with intent as she smiled at me. My will was breaking as I watched them hang perfectly.
"We almost got caught and by your mom of all people," I reminded her.
She shrugged again. "Almost, but we didn't." "We should be more careful next time."
"Just water under the bridge," she said casually. She looked innocently at me.
Hardly I thought.
***
We were horny and stupid that day. She had just won the clubhouse tournament. We ate a cold lunch and celebrated at the clubhouse before heading home. We were still hot for each other as we got home. We entered the house and started kissing again. Before we knew it we were at the couch. We stripped down and started fucking. She was riding me with my cock buried to the hilt. We were lost in pleasure.
The dog saved us from a certain bust. He ran by half barking and half grunting as he headed for the kitchen. I almost didn't think twice about it but something clicked.
"Stop for a second Zoey," I ordered.
"I'm right there, just cum with me and we can fuck again in a little bit," she cried.
"No stop, I think the dog just ran by," I retorted.
"He did," she said starting to bounce again.
"Hi puppy," my wife said as she came into the kitchen annoyed at him for being in the way.
Zoey sank down and flattened out on my chest but didn't try to get off my cock.
"Zoey, get off," I rasped.
"I'm trying but it's hard when you tell me to stop," she teased. "I can't cum unless I'm moving."
"Not now," I scolded.
"Move dog," my wife cried. He left the kitchen and scampered back where he had come from.
Zoey rolled off of me as I rolled away. She sank into the crack between the couch cushions as deep as she could get. I rolled back on top of her as best I could and pulled the throw blanket over us to hide her and my nakedness. If my wife came into the living room we were dead. Both clothes were piled on the floor next to the couch.
"Can you help me," Jenny (my wife) asked? She looked out the opening into the living room and saw me. She started putting the groceries away.
"Where is Cotton," I asked? "He can help."
"He went to a friend's house for the night," she replied in an annoyed tone.
"On a school night," I asked?
"Are you going to help or not," she asked? Zoey giggled a little. I gave her a soft elbow.
"Just give me a minute," I replied. "My back is a little sore."
"Whatever," she barked. "You and that stupid fucking golf, if I had a dollar for every time you said you were going to quit I would have enough money to leave this place."
"Don't let me stop you ya crazy bitch," I snapped. Zoey gasped at that, then giggled a little again. I poked her with another elbow. "By the way," I said quickly. "Fucking golf just won your daughter 5000 dollars today."
She poked her head around the corner and leaned against the wall. Luckily the couch was angled so she could see my head and a little of my feet.
"What's she going to do with it," she asked? Her tone suggested she was interested in getting some of it.
"It's hers so I didn't ask," I replied. "You stay away from it, she earned that herself."
"Whatever," she replied. She walked back into the kitchen.
"Where is she now," Jenny asked?
"She went to a friend's house," I lied.
"Her car is still here," she replied.
"Her friend picked her up," I said. Zoey playfully squeezed my ass. She got another soft elbow but giggled for her trouble.
"It's ok for Zoey to go out but not Cotton," she snapped.
"I don't have time for the shit," I said.
"Whatever, me either," she cried. She slammed the door shut.
I rolled off the couch and onto my knees. Zoey sprang up and grabbed her clothes as I did mine. We both headed for our bedrooms.
"You stay in there for a while," I ordered.
She smirked. "Don't worry, I'm going to finish up," she teased. Her hand sunk into her pussy as she shut the door.
I sweated and breathed a sigh of relief as I closed my door. I broke it off with Zoey after that. I wanted to fuck her but was worried we would get caught. Zoey didn't understand and sometimes I didn't either. She teased and flirted and tried to break me. I was holding out, for now.
***
She dropped her shorts and panties at the same time. She smiled as she caught me looking at her smooth puss. "I'm going to take a shower want to join me," she asked?
I sighed. I wanted to but I was trying to hold out.
Zoey threw her hands up in disgust and looked at me.
"Mom works you to the bone, takes all your money, belittles you and treats you like a child," she started. "Do you like being moms' bitch," she snapped?
"What," I asked stunned?
"You're moms bitch," she said again.
"Zoey," I sighed. Her words stung but I didn't want a blowout fight.
"At least I give you some pussy," she continued. "When's the last time you could say that about mom," she asked?
"You think this is easy for me," I asked? "I'm 44 years old and I'm fucking my 18 year old daughter." "That's every man's dream, well, except the daughter part." "Just give me a break will you please."
She huffed and walked towards the bathroom. She swayed her hips with emphasis as she walked. She was dripping with sexual desire as she reached the tub. I peeked in as she bent at the hips and stuck her ass out extra hard to drive her point home. Her pussy peeked out from under it. She looked so tight and warm and inviting. I wanted her but that little voice won out.
"I'm going out for a few," I said. Maybe a drink will help with my swollen cock.
"Whatever dad," she replied. Dad was not a good thing to be called, she was pissed.
I put my hand on the door as she stood and waited for the water to get warm. I took one last long look at her as she tested the water. I pulled the door open.
"Oh shit," I cried startled. Her couch was right there about to knock.
"It's kind of late but we are going to get something to eat if you want to join us," he asked?
"Where," I asked?
"The pizza place across the street," he said.
"Zoey just got into the shower so it will be a few minutes," I said.
"That's ok, the other girls did too," he said. "We are meeting in the restaurant downstairs in a few minutes," he said.
I leaned back in as he walked away. "Zoey," I called.
"I heard," she said.
"Come get me at the bar," I said.
"Sure dad, whatever," she replied.
I started out the door but remembered that you can't buy drinks without money. I walked back in and headed towards the little desk in the corner. I started to pick up her trail of clothes she had left on the floor. I touched the crotch of her panties as I picked them up. They were wet and sticky. She was definitely horny. I set them on the bed as I got to my wallet. I smelt my fingers. Her scent was intoxicating. My cock swelled again. I almost decided the shower was a good idea. The little voice won again but he was losing his strength.
I pulled up a chair next to the coach who was sipping on something and looked a little guilty for doing so.
"Hard day," I stated. I ordered something stiff.
"The rain delay didn't help us out," he said.
I took a sip and let the whiskey burn its way down my throat. It was hitting the spot.
"The greens will be soft tomorrow," he said as he took a sip. "Tomorrow should be easier."
He didn't have to deal with horny Zoey the way I did. It wasn't going to get any easier from here. I finished my drink and ordered another. I offered him one but he declined.
I started sipping on it. Two of the girls arrived and made their way over to the coach. He parted from me and joined them.
"I'm waiting for Zoey," I said as he looked my way. He nodded and started off as a third came through the restaurant. I finished my drink and thought about everything that was going on. I ordered another as Zoey came down.
"You ready dad," she asked softly? The bitterness I expected wasn't there, but I was still 'dad'.
"You go on ahead," I said. "I think I'm going to call it a night." "It's been a long day."
"Ok," she said. She started off across the room. I watched her ass sway as she walked in her hip hugging jeans. Her ass looked so inviting. She turned back and looked just as she reached the door. She smiled a soft smile. She knew what I was staring at.
I plunked down a 50 on the bar as I finished my last drink. I headed for the room to sleep. It had been a long day. We started at 5 and drove 3 hours or so to get here. We sent most of the day in a rain delay but managed to get done just before sundown. Tomorrow was going to be just as long. Everyone was starting at 8 on different holes to try and beat the weather.
I opened the door and stripped down to my boxers. I climbed into bed and fell asleep within seconds. I was taken into a weird dream.
I was sitting on the couch at home with Zoey when she was a baby. She was resting on my chest as I talked softly to her as I had done when she was little. Suddenly her head popped up and she asked why I was pushing her away. Her face had so much hurt on it. I tried to answer but I couldn't speak. I struggled to speak but nothing would happen. It was exhausting.
Suddenly Zoey was gone but my wife was there. She was a big blob with little t-rex arms and she was trying to get something. She scowled at me and shouted. "Why are you doing this to her?" "She has tried for years to make you happy and all you do is push her away." "I hope you're happy." I tried to speak but the words wouldn't form again. I struggled until I awoke. I was sweating as my eyes popped open. I slung the covers off my body and let the cold room cool my skin.
"What the fuck was that," I asked? I rarely had dreams so I was shaken by it. Maybe I was being stupid and pushing her away. I have a good thing going with her I thought. Just be very careful and give it another chance. I wasn't fully convinced yet. We needed rules.
The door clicked and opened softly. Zoey entered and walked to the bathroom. I checked my watch. 11:17, she had stayed out quite late for her. I pulled the covers back on and closed my eyes. She came from bathroom and silently walked towards my bed.
"Daddy, I know you're still awake," she said.
"Yeah, I am baby," I replied. I was daddy again, she wanted something.
"You waiting on me," she asked?
"No, I woke up and rolled over," I said.
"Can I sleep with you daddy," she asked softly? "I just want to be held."
I folded back the covers and patted the bed. I couldn't see anything but her silhouette but I knew she had a big smile on her face. She climbed into bed and turned her back to me. I pulled her to me and sighed as I felt her soft and sensual skin hit my chest. I knew that she was naked from the waist up. I wrapped my arms around her front and held her.
"Daddy, I'm sorry for what I said earlier," she whispered.
"Sometimes the truth needs to be said," I replied.
"Do you still love me," she asked?
I leaned in and nuzzled her neck just a little. Her coconut moisturizing cream filled my nose. It always made me horny. My dick started to grow.
"Of course I do baby girl," I replied.
"Are we going to be ok," she asked? Her undertone was 'are we ever going to have sex again' but she was being careful not to say that.
My cock was at full mast now and touched her ass. I flexed it a little and it drove into her crack a little further.
"Let's not worry about that tonight," I said. "We can talk about it tomorrow." She knew what my answer was.
"K," she said cheerfully. She pushed herself back into me as I pulled her tighter. She ran her hands over my arms as we spooned and drifted off. It felt good to hold her.
I was almost asleep when I heard Zoey calling me. "Daddy," she said softly.
"What," I asked?
"Can you caddy for me tomorrow," she asked? "I feel better when you are helping me and not a spectator."
"You got a caddy, am I aloud to do that," I asked?
"I will just tell coach I would feel better with you then the JV player," she said. "He wants us to feel comfortable out there."
"Sure I will," I said.
"Night," she said.
My wild night of dreaming was far from over. I found myself on the floor looking up at a vagina. There were legs and they were covered in jeans. The crotch was missing so the vagina was visible. I couldn't see past the waist so I didn't know whose it was. I tried to call to the person but my voice once again didn't work.
A bunch of random images flashed by but I couldn't make out the details as they moved to fast. I found myself strapped to a chair and the legs and vagina were right in front of me now. I called to it and I had a voice this time. There was no response as I saw a shimmer of light that told me there was a glass wall between us. I couldn't make out the details of the vagina but it looked very familiar.
I looked down and my pockets were inside out with money flying from them. I looked ahead and saw nothing but green grass and a barn. Suddenly a key fell from my pocket and landed in the grass. I made my toes grab it and they were able to turn and unlock the shackles.
Once free I started falling. I flapped my arms like a bird by some instinctive measure and started to gain altitude. I held them out wide and glided down to the barn door. I looked down and my pants were gone and my cock poked out. It wasn't my cock though, it was 3 feet long but it was attached to me. I looked into the peep hole on the barn door and saw the vagina again. It was bent over and waiting for penetration.
My cock appeared behind it so I pushed forward and plunged into it. I almost felt the pleasure for real as I sawed in and out of the pussy. I pulled away from the peep hole for a second before I looked back in. The legs were now pretzeled up but I was still penetrating the vagina. A body and face appeared as I felt myself start to cum. I humped hard and woke myself up.
I was softly humping Zoey as we were still spooned together. My cock was trapped between her legs and rode along her cunt. I was still inside my boxers but they were wet either from her or myself. It felt like I was fucking her. I started cumming for real. I continued softly pulling her hips as I came hard, almost as hard as I had when I was her video.
I relaxed for a second but knew I couldn't stay. I slipped my cock from between her legs as my hot seed ran down to my hip and got everything sticky. I carefully pulled my hand from under her side and slipped from bed. As far as I could tell she was sleeping. Her breathing was slow, deep and steady. I walked across the floor slowly on shaky legs. I entered the bathroom and clicked the shower light on. I pulled my boxers from my legs and spent 10 minutes cleaning and resting on the counter.
I was almost afraid of going back to sleep for fear I would have another fucked up dream. Plus my cock wouldn't go down. It was a wild dream that left me horny. Guess my little voice just got his ass handed to him. I was horny and I had a hot 18 year old in my bed.
I softly slipped from the bathroom and felt my way back through the darkness. I climbed into my side of the bed and spooned back up with Zoey. My cock had a one track mind as it nestled up against her pussy. She was so warm and wet it almost slipped in. I slipped my arm back under her and pulled her gently to me. Her breathing changed just a little.
I rested and listened to her breathe in the darkness. I tried to sleep but it eluded me. My cock throbbed at her entrance and begged me to let it slide in. I couldn't fight it any more. I placed my hand on her hip and pulled her pussy onto my cock. I slipped in easily.
I didn't bury it or pull hard. I softly slid in and out. I was so turned on and she was so wet it only took a minute before I felt my nuts start to load the cannon. My pace never changed as I felt the first shot fire. I softly pumped until I was spent.
I sighed and felt content. Why had I not listened to my cock three weeks ago? I felt her hand slide as she rolled her head to me. Her hand rested on my hip and pulled me gently into her cunt a little farther.
"Welcome back daddy," she breathed. I pulled her hard to me and hugged her desperately.
"Sorry baby girl," I said. "It's good to be back."
"Hummmmm," she growled. I could feel her smiling. Her skin was alive with excitement as we started to fall back asleep.
The sun made a single bright line through a small gap in the curtain. It was only 4 inches wide but it crossed directly over my eyes. Zoey and I had parted sometime during the night as I now faced the window. I squinted my eyes as I opened them. Shit that can't be good my mind said. Sun meant it was after 6:30. I checked my watch. 7:02, fuck we had slept late.
"Zoey," I cried. I shook her. She popped up and knew what was going on instantly. She flipped the covers back and headed straight for the bathroom. The shower turned on as I climbed from bed. She shrieked as she climbed into the cold shower.
I ran around the room naked and started setting her things at the door. I got her golf clubs and visor ready. I rummaged through my golf bag and pulled my rain poncho out and stuffed it into hers. I took my towel from my bag and put it with the poncho. I would take any remaining towels from the hotel after we showered and use them too. It called for rain but not until later on in the day. Weather guessers were always wrong.
I heard the shower turn off. She came from the bathroom and headed for her travel case. I passed her and got into the shower as she got ready. I washed quickly and got out. I dried and went to get dressed. She sat on the bed cross legged and ate a breakfast bar. I started to dress.
"Hope you are going to eat more than that," I said.
She smiled her smile.
"Not until later," I said quickly. I knew what she was thinking. Besides we need to set some ground rules.
"Sure daddy," she agreed.
"Ready," I asked? I tucked my shirt in as she turned the TV off.
She led the way out the door and down to the truck. I followed her and watched her ass sway. She chose a lycra type white skirt. It wasn't skin tight but it hugged her ass before it loosened at her legs. She had easy movement in it. Her top was a red lycra tank top with some white to go with her school colors. She looked good to say the least. I was glad I wasn't golfing today. I was just there to tote her clubs around.
We got to the truck at 7:22. We made a quick stop at a fast food place. She got a fruit smoothie and oatmeal. Good carbs I thought. We pulled into the parking lot at 7:33 and made the range at 7:40.
"Where have you been," the coach asked?
"It's my fault," I told him. "I forgot to set my phone alarm last night."
"I thought you weren't coming, I was worried," he said.
She ignored him and grabbed her 3 clubs and started hitting. She was in one of her moods I could tell.
"She wants me to caddy for her too," I said. "Is that going to be ok," I asked?
He thought about it for a minute. "What about Casey," he asked? "What will she do?"
"She can go with you," I offered. I didn't care what she did really, I knew Zoey needed me today and I wasn't going to let her down like I had been.
"I don't know," he said.
"He either goes with me or I'm going home," Zoey ordered. Wow that said it all. She was in a mood and don't mess with her about it. Yikes, time for some damage control.
The coach got the message loud and clear. He went to tell Casey. I approached Zoey and talked to her softly.
"I'm out of my routine," she cried. "You know how we have always done this and now I feel completely off."
"Just relax and focus," I said. I rubbed her shoulders gently as I tried to get her to calm down.
"I knew I should have woken you up at 5:30 when you rolled over," she scorned. "I could have had you and then I wouldn't be so pissy," she hissed.
"Is that what this is about," I asked? "After this we can fuck like bunnies until the morning," I whispered.
"Don't tease me daddy," she said. She shrugged me off and hit a few more before we were ordered back to the clubhouse.
We got into carts and were driven out to our respective starting holes. The sky was a light gray with a light breeze that swirled and kicked up at times. I tried to study the holes on our way to the one we were starting on. Unfortunately we were starting on 16 so I didn't get much of a feel for the course. I did walk it as I followed her but I wasn't aloud off the cart path.
We pulled up to 16 and got off. I took her bag and started walking up to the tee. The cart left us and headed down to 15. The wind swirled as I watched the cart turn away. I didn't think we were going to get this in today.
"Who goes first," I asked?
"She does," Zoey said. "She got bogey on the last hole, I got double." They were both tied for fifth.
"It's all yours," I said politely. The girl Zoey was golfing with talked with her caddy. She picked a club and started to the tee. I noted it was a 6 iron. A little too much club for this hole but I didn't let her know that.
She swung and it bounced down on the green in the very back before finding the rough behind the hole. She groaned and headed back to her bag.
I followed Zoey to the tee and looked at the hole. 155 yard par 3, water front left all the way to the back left. Bunkers right front and right center. Hole was downhill from the tee box. Pin was in the left rear. The wind was blowing steadily dead at us.
I picked up some grass and tossed it into the air. It sailed away quickly.
"What did you hit yesterday," I asked her?
"Um," she thought. "I think it was the 8." She answered the next question for me. "It landed right of the green in the rough between the bunkers." "The pin was on that side."
"What do you mean um," I asked? "Didn't you write it down?"
"I forgot," she admitted. "It was raining so I didn't think about it."
"Zoey," I scolded. "This is what separates the good golfers from the great golfers." "They take notes and measure and write down the results and how they stuck the ball." "All that stuff helps them when they play the hole again."
"Sorry," she cried. "I will remember that from now on." She snagged a club from her bag and looked over the hole again.
"Club up," I told her.
"I got it with this," she countered.
She placed the ball on the ground on a tuff of grass. Most par 3s she didn't use a tee. I did the same thing. She lined herself up and got ready. I knew she wasn't going to make it with the 8. There was too much wind twisting through the air. I would let her find that out that hard way and maybe her stubborn little ass would listen to me then.
She swung and we watched as her ball sailed high into the air. Just as I thought, the wind ballooned it high and started to knock it down. It turned a little to the right and fell right into the sand.
She slid her club across the grass in disgust as she walked back to me. She didn't look at me because she knew I was right. She handed me her club. I cleaned it and placed it back into the bag. I shouldered it and started following her hot little swishing ass up to the green.
"You going to let me caddy now or am I just going to tote your bag around all day," I asked? I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a gentle shake.
"I'm all yours daddy," she conceded. "What about this round of golf," I teased. "I know what is after this."
She smiled that big smile. She knew I was back. The ball was half buried in the soft sand. They had raked and added dry sand to the trap. With the rain we got the sand shouldn't have let the ball sink like it did. It was a shitty break for her. Plus it was on the down slop so it wouldn't fly nice. This wasn't going to be easy.
"Get me out of here daddy," she pleaded. "I got myself into a pickle on this one."
"It's not so bad," I lied. "You can do it." "Get your wedge, keep your weight forward and dig under the ball." "Don't let the club head get in front of your hands or you will blade the ball." "It should roll out and get close to the hole."
She took her wedge and began to dig her feet into the sand. She set up and looked ready but backed out.
"What," I asked?
"I want it to go in so I'm trying to pick my line," she said.
"Zoey, you don't need to birdie every hole," I said. "Just get out of this shit and make par." "You are only down by four shots." "You have 17 more holes to make up that ground."
She smiled again. She trotted back into the sand dug in again. She swung and dug the ball out. It popped onto the green and released towards the hole. It stopped with 5 feet to go.
"Perfect," I said as I handed her the putter. I hugged her and even squeezed her ass a little. She growled softly as she walked up to mark her ball.
"Thanks daddy," she said. I grabbed the rake and started raking. My hand cupped her whole ass and I didn't feel any panty lines. I shook it off and said she wouldn't dare out here. My cock kept telling me otherwise.
She made her putt and found herself a pair of birdies on 17 and 18. The coach made an appearance by cart and checked to see how she was doing. He was pleased with her start and continued to make his rounds.
She made par on every hole on the front 9. We made the turn and had 5 holes left. We headed out after we got some drinks and a snack. She made another par on 10 and saved par on 11.
We walked off the green at 11 and headed towards 12. I gave her ass a playful slap as she swished ahead of me. She saved par from the sand again. She growled again as she looked back at me.
"You're doing great baby," I encouraged. "You're looking good too," I teased to relax her again.
"Hum," she growled again. "Have you been watching me putt," she asked?
"Yeah, of course," I said.
"No, have you been paying attention to me on my putts," she asked?
"I guess not," I said.
"Watch me closely on this next hole," she said coyly. Oh boy, what did she have in mind now?
Number 12 was a par 3, 132 yard, simple little hole. Bunkers dotted the area all around the green but the green was flat and open. The wind was blowing at our backs now. The pin was two paces from the front and center of the green.
"Sand wedge," Zoey I ordered. She looked at me with those eyes. She trusted me and took the club I handed her. I knew she would have gone for the pitching wedge. No need since the pin was forward and the wind was pushing.
"Swing easy," I reminded her." You're not trying to kill the poor ball and hit it to the back of the green." "You have just the right amount of club for the wind."
She adjusted, set her feet, and got comfortable. She looked relaxed as she swung. The ball soared and landed softly 8 feet past the pin and spun back a little. The greens were soft so there wasn't much roll.
She smiled as she walked and handed me the club.
"I would be in trouble if you weren't here," she said. "I would have taken my pitching wedge and been way off." I smiled.
The other girl followed her lead and hit sand wedge as well. She pulled it a little and sent it into the right rough. She had the right distance just no aim. We started to the green.
Zoey had a big smile on her face and she fixed her divot and marked her ball. I thought it was because of the shot.
The other girl, Cindy, bladed the ball and sent it off to the other side of the green. She walked frustrated around to her ball and chipped it onto the green. It was still outside Zoey. She putted and left it short. She tapped it in and started walking away frustrated by the way she was playing.
Zoey smiled again as she looked at me.
"Help me line this up," Zoey ordered.
"It's 6 feet in a straight line," I said. "What more do you need?"
"A good look," she smiled coyly again.
I hunched down behind her and looked. "It might have a little turn," I offered.
"How about from the other direction," she asked sweetly?
I got off my haunches and walked around to view the shot, hole back to the ball. I squatted down and looked. Zoey smiled her wicked little smile. What the fuck is she up to I asked myself? I dismissed it quickly and looked at the grass.
I followed the path from the hole to the ball and saw only a little break. Not much to worry about. I saw Zoey's feet and ankles. I glanced up at her a little. She had her legs parted just slightly and that's when I noticed. Her skirt was just a skirt. Normally when she wore golf skirts they were skorts. Not only were these just a skirt, there was nothing on under them. Her little pussy just peeked into my view.
I blinked hard and looked again. My cock swelled as I looked at her pussy. She turned a little and opened just a slight bit more. I looked up at her face. She smiled so coyly at me as she pulled her ball mark and got set to putt. She left me stunned on the green watching her ball roll straight and soft into the center of the cup.
I remained stationary on the green 6 feet away from the cup as she casually walked up and turned her back to me. She bent overtly at the waist and plucked her ball from the cup. Her pussy was plain as day winking at me as I watched. She got her ball and walked towards her bag as if everything was normal. I knew she had that evil little smile of hers.
I must have looked stupid sitting there on the green to the other two people. I looked like I had seen a ghost. I finally stood and walked to her bag and put her putter away. They didn't seem to notice. Zoey knew that no panties was my thing. She now had me all hot and bothered and no place to take and fuck her. Why did she fluster me so I asked? Pay back for the past few weeks I assumed.
We started walking to the next hole. Keep your hands off your daughter I kept telling myself. I wanted to touch her puss so badly. We crossed a wooden bridge to get to the next tee. The sky was growing dark with saturated rain clouds. I wondered how much long it would hold off. Maybe longer then I would.
I remained steady as we arrived at the par 5 tee box. She smiled as I pulled her driver absentmindedly and gave it to her. She loved what she was doing to me and it fed her desire as well.
"Daddy," she asked innocently?
I finally looked at her. Her smile said it all.
"Par 5, cut the dog leg and send it a mile," I ordered. I slapped her ass and watched her smile as she set up.
She hit it flush and perfect. I know the sound when it happens so I didn't even worry where it was going. It was going a long way. We both watched as it bounced down the fairway and rest way out there.
"Good shot," I said.
"Thanks daddy," she replied.
The other girl tried to cut the dog leg but took too much. It shanked into the woods. Both coaches were behind us when we started walking. They saw Cindy hit but not Zoey.
We searched for a few minutes but couldn't find her ball. She had to play a lost ball and head back to the tee to hit another. Zoey and I started walking towards her ball to get out of the way. There was no way Cindy would hit this far. Zoey was 270 yards down the middle.
The wind whipped around as the sky started opening up. You could hear the rain falling off in the distance and it was rapidly coming our way. Rain started falling heavily as Zoey and I ran for the rain shelter at the 300 yard area of the fairway. It was raining so hard that you couldn't see more than 100 yards in any direction. We got to the rain shelter just as it really started to get heavy. I covered her clubs with the poncho and sat on the wooden bench to wait it out.
"Daddy," Zoey said. There it was, the way she said daddy I knew what she wanted. I looked around and saw nothing but white as the rain fell around us.
"Get over here then," I ordered. Was I crazy, out here on the course? Yes I was!
She straddled my legs and reached for my zipper. She worked quickly to get it out. Soft clunks started pinging the tin roof of the small shelter under the cluster of trees. Hail I thought as Zoey freed my cock.
"Hello my friend," she spoke to it. She looked up at me.
"Is this seat taken," she asked?
"No, please sit," I said. I spread my legs open so she could.
She turned and held my cock as her ass hovered over it. I flipped her damp skirt up as she lined herself up. She teased her lips with my tips. I could feel how wet she already was. She rubbed her engorged clit with my tip. It felt good for both of us as we moaned together. She finally sat herself down. It watched my cock slip into her easily.
"There seems to be something poking me," she sighed. "I think I like it though," she teased. She started bouncing.
I grabbed her hips and squeezed as I helped her bounce. I wished I could see her face twist with pleasure but the sounds were just as good.
"Fuck yes daddy." "Fuck my little wet pussy." "Make me cum of your fat cock daddy." She pressed with her hands on my legs and got extra bounce. She was slamming down on me almost hurting me as her ass pinched my nuts.
"Fuck yes daddy, fuck my little pussy," she cried. "Gawd I missed your cock." "It's been so long since I've cum," she squeaked. "I've been waiting for you to fuck my little cunt daddy." "You like fucking my little cunt?"
"You know it baby," I groaned. I released one hand and rubbed her clit.
"Fuck yes, that's the spot," she cried. "Don't ever hold out on me again daddy."
"I won't baby girl," I cried.
"Fuck yes, I'm going to cum and cum hard," she yelped. "Yes, right there, fuck yes."
"Me too baby, I'm so close," I groaned.
"Oh no daddy, don't cum in me," she said suddenly. That surprised me. "I'm not wearing panties, you will leak from me for an hour."
I did my best to hold back as she came. Her pussy clenched and milked my hungry cock as she came hard and wet.
She slowed as she finished.
"I can't hold back," I moaned.
She dismounted quickly and sank down on my cock. My cock now felt the back of her throat. God that felt almost as good as her tight little cunt. She pulled up and dove back down. My balls started firing as she pulled back up and sucked the tip. I shot hot cum into her sucking mouth filling her cheeks. She let none escape and swallowed it down as my cock slipped from her mouth.
"Ummm, I haven't done that in a while," she said. I looked at her questioningly.
"Well, two things," she retorted. "Tasted my own cum and swallowed cum." "No offence daddy but where is the water?"
"Side pocket," I said. I slipped my spent cock back into my pants. She drank swished and spit, repeated, then drank. She came and sat. The rain was slowing up but still coming down.
"Daddy, don't go crazy and hold out on me anymore," she said. "You don't know what it does to me."
"I'm sorry baby," I said. We sat quietly listening to the rain fall and recovering from what we had just done. So much for rules I thought. This would have been on the not list for sure.
The rain let up more. We could now see down the fairway. The coach pulled up in the cart.
"5 more minutes and the rain will pass," he said.
"We'll just wait it out until then," Zoey piped.
We sat and waited another 20 minutes before the order was given to play on. The rain was more like a light mist now. It made everything damp. Good thing I took all those towels. It made the bag heavy but would save her grips.
Cindy hit another tee shot and made it into the fairway. Her second shot bounced past Zoey but halted quickly by the wet conditions.
I found the nearest sprinkler head and looked at the yardage. 185 yards to the center, minus four paces to her ball.
"You're going to go 5 iron for this one baby girl," I said.
"6 with a roll will get me there," she countered.
"Wet grass, you will need a longer club," I retorted.
"Give me the 5," she said.
"Swing easy, you're not trying to kill it," I reminded her. "You will be home in 2 and have a chance to put this thing in the bag."
She took a perfect unhurried swing and sent a chunk of wet earth with it. Her ball sailed towards the pin which was located left center and bounced once and stopped quickly 12 feet away. I slapped her ass as she handed me the club. She gave me her come fuck me look as she started walking towards Cindy. I wiped her club and quickly followed. Cindy took 2 more swings before making the green. She was now 6 feet away.
Zoey marked and I cleaned her ball. I made sure I was looking from the hole back to the ball this time. Zoey coyly set her ball down but didn't give me a peek. She knew what it would do to me. She pulled her marker and putted. The water on the green slung off the ball as it rolled. It slowed the ball to a stop a foot away. Zoey knew this would happen but you can't predict how much it will.
She shrugged and walked up. She spread her legs out to avoid Cindy's line and putted in for another birdie. I was sure she was leading by now. She leaned over on one foot and stuck the other straight back to pull her ball. It gave me a perfect view of her puss as she grabbed the ball from the hole. She tossed it at me and almost hit me with it as I was focused on her. She had that wicked smile on her face again.
14 was another par. The wet grass was making everything difficult. 15 was almost a birdie but it lipped out. She tapped in for par. I gave her a big hug and good squeeze on the ass. I wanted her and bad. We shook hands with her competitors and started walking back towards the clubhouse.
I was tantalized by her nice ass the whole way back. She turned in her 68. The remaining people returned. They tallied the scores and announced the winner.
"Zoey Lewis, state champion, how does that feel," the coached cheered and hugged her?
"I owe it all to my dad," she cried. It was the happiest I had ever seen her. We celebrated at the pizza shop before returning to the hotel. I had behaved throughout the whole thing. I so badly wanted to touch under that skirt, knowing there was nothing under there to stop me. Her looks and smile said I dare you to the whole time too. I waited until the time was right.
We got back to the room. I set her clubs down as she looked at her trophy again. She was so proud of it. I was too.
I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. I cupped her breasts and ground my cock into her ass. She leaned back into my body and tilted her head off to the side. I kissed the tender flesh on her neck as my hands kneaded her tits.
"Umm," she moaned. "Somebody is excited." She pushed gently into my cock with her ass.
I reached down and took her shirt tail in my hands and pulled it over her head. She moved her arms up without protest and let it slide free.
"Gawd, if I knew winning would make you this horny I would play in everything," she teased.
"It's not the winning Zoey," I retorted softly. "It's the no panties under that skirt." Her smile lit the room up as my hand slid up her thigh and touched her excited lips.
"Why do you think I did it," she said softly? "I know what gets you going."
"You certainly did today," I said. I pressed my finger hard against her clit. She trembled as I circled it.
"I'm never wearing panties again," she moaned. My free hand unsnapped the bra. She pulled it from her chest and dropped it to the floor. I kissed her neck again as she pushed into my lips.
"You're making me so wet," she cooed.
"I can feel," I replied. My finger still circled her clit as my other found a hard nipple.
"God yes," she cried. Her hand pulled the back of my head into her neck as I kissed her still. Her fingers tangled in my hair as mine pushed into her wet little pussy. She softly humped my hand as I rolled a nipple in my fingers.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum," she moaned. She twisted free and turned to face me.
Our lips crushed into each other as we started kissing. My hands softly pulled her face into mine. She worked my belt open and dropped my pants. I stepped from them and pulled my shirt off. She ran her hands through my chest hair and growled.
"I love this," she moaned. "I want this to last forever."
I guided her gently towards the bed. I lowered her down onto the mattress and joined her as we kept kissing. I cupped her tit softly as our tongues tangled. I moved off and went straight down to her throat. I kissed her there softly and continued down hitting her collar bone. Her soft flesh was so inviting. She moaned softly and tucked her leg under me. I was between them now as I worked down towards her nipple.
I softly took one into my mouth and rolled my tongue across it. She arched her back and pressed herself into it.
"God you feel good," she cried. I left her nipple wet and puffed as I went to the other side. I repeated and got the same response from her again.
"My nipples are sensitive," she teased.
I softly left that one and kissed a trail down her belly towards the skirt. I reached the skirt and sat back to remove it. She lifted her ass and it slid off and found the floor. I took her leg and kissed behind her knee. She cupped her tits in her hands and rolled her own nipples as she gasped.
"Oh daddy," she moaned.
I worked my way down her leg towards my prize. I cupped her ass with one hand and rested the other on her hip. I kissed the valley of her mound to tease her more. She arched herself off the bed anticipating my mouth on her. I wouldn't give in just yet.
I kissed over the top of her mound and breathed her scent. It almost caved me but I wanted more teasing. I continued around her lips, licking them softly and blowing gently. She twisted and moved to try and get my tongue to deliver.
I worked my way up and kissed her hips. They protruded out from her soft skin. I looked up at her as she stilled rolled her nipples. Her eyes were closed with desire and complete trust. She looked the most seductive I had ever seen her.
I left her hip and came back down over her mound. I backed away softly and looked at her. She was hungry for me. Her lips were swollen and leaked softly as she waited. I softly licked her lips and spread them with my tongue.
"Oh gawd," she moaned.
Her taste was just as perfect as I had remembered. I licked deep into her hole as she arched again. I sucked her clit into my mouth and rolled it gently with my tongue.
"Fuck yes," she cried. "Lick my clit."
I looked up at her. She smiled back at me as she moaned softly. I released her clit and went back down to her hole. I tongued it softly. Her taste kept me coming back for more. She found my hair with her hand and guided me back up to her clit.
I flattened my tongue out over it and moved my head up and down on it. She pressed her hand hard into my head letting me know I was doing the right thing.
"Fuck, that's good," she moaned. "Right there, lick my clit and make me cum."
I pushed off a little and swirled my tongue over the protruding bud.
"Fuck daddy, that's even better," she cried. I went up and down quickly. I teased her clit and gushing hole as she cried with pleasure.
"Daddy, I'm cumming," she cried. "Fuck, make me cum." "Oh that feels good."
She flooded my tongue with her juices. It ran down her ass and soaked into the sheets. I continued lapping at her cunt, tasting her cum until she pulled my head away. I kissed her mound and worked my way back up to her. She kissed me and bit my lip gently. She pulled it softly as her hands felt my boxers. She loosened them and got them down to my thighs before they were out of reach.
I pulled them off and tossed them off the bed. She pulled a leg up towards her chest and spread the other one wide. I softly slipped my cock past her wet opening. I slowly penetrated all the way until I bumped her end. I held deeply and kissed her with avidity. She whimpered softly into my mouth as I retracted slowly feeling her tight walls grip my dick but allowing it to slide smoothly. She was on fire with desire. Her body soft and pussy so liquid as I pushed back inside again.
"Oh god," she moaned. "Daddy, you feel so good tonight."
I found her end again as I softly kissed her mouth. She opened and yielded to my tongue. I softly cupped her tit as I retracted again. Her breath was ragged as she heaved into my kissing. I continued to push soft and slow into her. There was no wild fucking tonight. Tonight was slow and sensual.
"Gawd, I can feel every curve of your cock daddy," she growled. "I didn't know sex could be this nice."
She bent her knees and rested her feet on the bed. I straightened out my body and dipped into her cunt a little deeper. I was pressing the end of her tunnel with each thrust. We slapped together softly now but I still was slow and deliberate. I moved to kissing her neck under her ear. She arched her back and thrust her body into mine.
"God, I'm going to cum," she sighed. "Keep fucking me just like this," she begged. I didn't plan on changing a thing.
She was perfect and tonight was perfect, I didn't want to ruin it by going hard. I continued slowly and felt myself start to tingle.
"Yes, right there daddy," she moaned. "Oh god, I'm going to cum." "Yes, nice and slow, fuck." She wrapped her legs tightly around my hips and pulled my deep into her. I felt my cock press hard against her cervix. Her pussy squeezed my cock as she started to cum. My own orgasm took hold. My balls fired white up the cannon and into her cumming cunt. We washed each other with cum as I pulled back then pushed in and held deep again. We gasped and kissed as we rode out the waves of pleasure together.
Spent, I settled down on top of her. I remained inside of her as we still kissed softly.
My cock started to soften and her contracting cunt started pushing it out. I retracted and laid beside her.
"God, I've never done it like that before," she sighed.
"Then you have never made love Zoey," I said.
"I love you daddy," she said.
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"Hi darling! This is Marisa...Marisa; this is my daughter, Zoey."
"Hi Marisa. At last, I have the chance to finally meet you. I heard a lot about you!"
Zoey cordially shook hand with her father's new girlfriend. Marisa Heart, 39, a doctor and a colleague of her father at St. Gabriel Hospital. They had been dating for the past 4 months. The woman facing her was pretty and petite, Zoey guessed she was about 5 feet 4 inches in height and she had the most appealing laughter. Her father incessantly made jokes at the table and she realized that he was happy to be with this woman.
The dinner lasted 2 hours and Zoey genuinely liked Marisa. She was much different from Irene, her mother who had left her 10 years ago. Her mom was a bombshell with huge tits, smoky grey eyes, and blonde-ash hair and killer legs. She could not be a 'mother' to Zoey, saying that domesticated life was a prison to her. One day when Zoey was 9, she came back home from school finding her mother had packed her suitcase in front of their house waiting for her 'manager' to take her away. Zoey was devastated but since Irene was not much of a mother to start with, Zoey continued her life happily with her father, and her loving dad had become both a mother and a father to her. She loved the man with all her heart.
"Thank you Edward for the pleasant dinner. Thanks to you too Zoey."
"I'll see you tomorrow Marisa?" They kissed and he walked her to her car.
As they were driving home, Zoey noticed her father was ceaselessly talking about Marisa. How nice she was. How well she could cook. How caring she was. How lovely her family was. She simply smiled and nodded to her dad with every remark that he made about her. She had to show that she cared about his happiness and Marisa, but deep down in her heart, she hated every single second of it.
Zoey loved her father more than she even loved herself. She could not bear the thought that she was going to share this man with Marisa. She did not hate them, but she could not have her father finding happiness in the arms of another woman. Only she could make her father happy, not Marisa, as he was the centre of her life.
"You are mine daddy." She said to herself.
She turned her head facing her dad and continued smiling and nodding with whatever he was saying. At 41, he looked gorgeously hot. He was tall, lean and compact with muscle as he was a very health-conscious man. He was 6 feet 4 inches tall and with his aquamarine eyes he was making women from 15 to 60 years of age drooled over him. Zoey was quite surprised that only after nearly ten years; her dad had started dating again.
"Dad...you really like her, don't you?" She suddenly asked.
"Think so Z. I'm so happy that you like her too. You like her don't you?"
"Yes...I...do. I really do. She's do different from Irene."
She noticed his countenance hardened with anger. He could never forgive Irene for leaving him and Zoey; as he really loved her and her betrayal was too much for him. He knew that she was cheating behind his back, he did forgive her, and nevertheless, she could never be a wife to him and a mother to his daughter. He was the cuckold husband, everyone was talking about him, and still he tried so hard to hold on to his marriage. However, she finally left them for good. She did come back and visit them three times for the past ten years, but Zoey hated her so much that their meeting always ended in disaster.
The car pulled into the driveway and stopped. Her father, a caring and loving dad that he was, undid her seatbelt for her and accidentally brushed his forearm across his young daughter's ample tit. He did not even notice. He then kissed her on the temple lovingly before he opened the door and went out. Yet, the girl's toes curled with the contact and her nipples contracted under her push-up bra. She brought her fingers on the temple and touched where his lips kissed her skin while her other hand grasped her breast that was inflamed by her dad's touch. She imagined how his lips would travel even lower to her neck and licked her there while his hand would knead her tits.
His knock on the car window brought her back to her senses. She was relieved that the window was tinted. He opened the door for her and they walked hand in hand into the house. His father directly went into his reading room while Zoey went into the kitchen to have a glass of water. When, she came out from the kitchen her father was at the bottom of the stairs on his way up to his bedroom.
"Daddy? Can you please carry me up to my room like we used to?"
"Really Z? You're too old for that. You're 19 for God's sake!" He smiled.
"Oh...come on dad. Please!" She begged and she knew that her daddy could never say no to her whims.
"Come here."
She was deliriously happy as she could straddle her father facing his handsome face. His strong big hands were on her ass supporting her weight; her lean legs were around his waist while her arms around his neck. She put her head under his chin and drank the scent of his body making her pussy quivered and juices started to flow. She had to control her breathing because the movement made by him, as he was climbing the stairs, rocked and rubbed her tits and her pussy against the material of his shirt. Her nipples puckered with the contact and her pussy oozed more juices.
"Here we are princess." He lowered her in front of the door to her bedroom.
"Sleep tight." He kissed her lips and went into his bedroom.
* * *
A flash of light lit her room and a rumble woke her up from sleep. Zoey used to be frightened of thunderstorms, but no more. Only she knew this. Her dad would come to her room and comfort her. Sometimes, she could sleep in his bed until morning and feel the warmth of his body enveloping her.
"Thank god for thunderstorms!" Zoey muttered.
She bolted from her bed and quickly opened the door to her bedroom. She scurried out from her room and she was joyful when she saw her father was already walking towards her room. His chest was deliciously bare and her eyes could not help but stared at his hairy lean chest.
"You okay baby?" he asked as he hugged her.
"I...I'm so scared daddy!" She cried and wrapped her arms around him and savored the warmth of his body radiating through the sheer silk nightgown she was wearing. She was not wearing any bra or panties that night; and her nipples were pebble hard under the silk. Zoey pushed her body deeper into his embrace and felt the delicious rapture of her lust.
"Come Z. Let's go to my room."
Her father wrapped her with the soft blanket and he went to the other side of the bed and came to her side.
"Sleep Z. I'm here. Don't worry." He kissed the bridge of her nose, put his arm around her and drifted back into slumber.
She waited until he was sound asleep. Then, she moved closer towards her father and removed the blanket from both of their bodies. She then pushed down her nightgown to her tiny waist, she touched his hand softly, and he did not stir. She then brought her daddy's hand inch by inch until it rested on her tit. "Ah...," she moaned feeling his warm hand on it. Her pussy started to drip more of her juices. Her face came closer to his chest, licked his hairy chest and sucked lightly at one nipple. He groaned in his sleep and the hand on her tit started massaging and kneading it roughly.
"Ah...Marisa...love...you...tits." He said with his eyes closed.
"Marisa?!" she hissed and hated to imagine how her hot daddy fucked the dainty pretty doctor.
She raised her body up slightly and guided her other tit to her father's warm lips. His breath touched her nipple and it puckered even more. She sucked her breath with the pleasure brought by it. She then grazed his lower lip with her pebble-hard-nipple and she buckled with the sensation squeezing her legs to pressure her soaked pussy. Her dad slowly opened his lips and suckled hard on her nipple. He used his teeth to nip on the sensitive bud of her breast with his eyes still shut.
"Ah...oh...daddy...ah!" she whimpered and closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure.
Zoey was convinced that he was having the nicest dream as he was massaging and devouring her breasts. He kept calling her Marisa. He seemed to love the satiny salty tastes of her breast as he kept sucking and licking it hard; and his hand squeezed and kneaded her tit. He raised his left leg over her lean body and pressed his throbbing cock softly onto her mound. She moaned again and she called him daddy. "Yes Marisa...call me daddy." He muttered on her breast. He sucked her nipple hard and used the tip of his tongue to torture the pebble-hard nipple. She moaned again calling him. His expression suddenly changed in his sleep, he looked confused. Zoey quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be sleeping.
His eyes flew opened and he saw his hand was on Zoey's tit while his mouth on her other tit still sucking and lapping. He seemed unable to stop his actions as he was experiencing the most pleasurable feeling touching his daughter in such a way. His 19-year-old daughter was practically naked on his bed with her nightgown was now around her waist as it had also risen to her navel. She had no panties and she was dripping with juices. His cock quivered with the sight.
"My God! Z...Z...Zoey, wake up honey."
She continued to close her eyes and moaned even louder. She was happy that her father had not removed his hand on her tit and she sluggishly moved one hand, pressed it on her father's hand that was molding her tit; encouraging him more. She could feel his cock quivered in his pajama.
"Oh...Z...this is not happening." She could hear him say; nevertheless, he did not take away his hand from her tit.
She opened her legs and nudged him a little with her wet opened pussy; he head moved from her tit and looked down her length; and she could feel her daddy's whole body froze. May be he was shocked with what about to happen. He was about to fuck his hot daughter. To her disappointment, he slowly removed her hand from his. Then, he lifted the hand from her tit and covered his daughter's navel with the silk nightgown. He too covered her with the blanket and in the cloak of darkness; she could see he was jerking off his throbbing cock through her semi-closed lid. He cum within minutes and went into the bathroom.
Zoey felt her eyes stung with frustration and turned to her right, with her back to the bathroom. Her nipples and her pussy were still quivering from lust. She inserted one finger in her pussy and fingered herself hard. She bit her lower lips to prevent herself from moaning loud in her father's bed. She inserted another finger and shuddered with pleasure. Her mind was spinning with images of her naked father ramming his cock into her wet pussy, into her mouth and she, sucking his cock. She cum under the blanket and later brought her fingers into her mouth and licked the juices.
Her father came out from the bathroom after sometime and he slipped back into bed. He was behind her and he drew her closer into his embrace nuzzling her neck. Suddenly, Zoey felt his tongue licked her neck and nipped her earlobe while his hand grasped her breast. Father for quite sometime kneaded her tit and he moved his hand lower and rubbed her mound that was covered with the thin material of her nightgown. Zoey felt thrilled that he was actually lusting for her. To her frustration, as fast as it happened, it ended. She steeled herself from the overwhelming disappointment. He then kissed her on her head, turned to his other side and slept.
* * *
Zoey woke up the next day when she could feel the sun's ray on her face. She opened her eyes and quickly searched for her dad on her left. He was not there. She put her hand on the bed where he had lain and it was cold. She was frustrated with the knowledge. She could hear that he had gone downstairs and the kettle was whistling. She rose from the bed and went to her bedroom. She washed her face in her small bathroom and brushed her teeth thinking what to do with her dad.
When she entered the kitchen, her dad was facing the window looking out to the garden behind their house. She crept towards him and hugged his warm body from behind. She could feel his body froze up. She pressed her ample tits onto his warm back just to tempt him more. Her hands deliberately went lower down his abdomen and stayed there. She could feel how her father tried to steel himself from her touch.
"Morning dad!"
"Oh...m...morning Z."
She then tipped-toed and kissed his left temple and let him go.
"What's for breakfast?"
He turned to face her and she noted that he was averting from looking into her eyes and he looked flustered.
"Breakfast? Well...What do you want? Toast? Scrambled eggs?
"Toast would be fine dad."
As the father and daughter ate their breakfast that morning, they were in silence. Zoey was still in her silk nightgown and she purposely let one strap of the nightgown fell down her shoulder exposing the generous swell of her right breast.
"Dad? What are doing today?" she asked.
He moved his eyes from the newspaper and she noticed her dad's eyes darted to the swell of her tit, and then to her face, unconsciously back to her tit, and back to her face. He swallowed hard. She rejoiced that her plan was set in motion.
"There is some stuff I got to do. Yeah...stuff...things to do." His eyes glanced at her boobs.
"And...and tonight I'm going out with...with...Marisa. We have a movie to catch. You?"
"I wanna stay home today. Maybe do some sunbathing or swimming."
"Okay...Z. Will you excuse me? I want to...to...,"
"To what dad?"
"To do...stuff Z! Stuff!"
"Are you okay dad? Did you sleep well last night? You seem...weird."
"Yes...yes I did sleep well last night. W...why are you asking?" His eyes dilated.
"You're so restless and fidgety."
"Fidgety? No!" He rose from his chair and left her.
* * *
She put on her bright yellow bikini; looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She went downstairs and went into her father's reading room where he was lying on a divan with a cushion under his head reading a book. She moved to the sofa and her dad slowly put down the book on his crotch. His eyes widen and they raked her young toned body while his tongue licked his lips nervously.
"I'm going for a swim dad. Wanna join me?"
"T...thanks Z. I...want to read this...this is...a really...good book."
"Daddy! Are you sure? It's about telescopes dad. Come on dad! Let's go for a swim." She insisted.
"You go Z. I'm fine."
"Oh dad! Come on...please?" She went down her knees and held his right arm tightly against her bikini clad tits. She deliberately squished his arm to her tits and tugging his arm so that he could feel her nipples and the softness of her tits. Then she wrapped his upper body with her arms. Her breasts now were sandwiched between her body and his chest. She could feel he tried to steel his body, but he was breathing hard.
"Please...daddy? Swim with me?"
"No...I...can't...no...I don't want to swim today!"
She rose and tugged his left arm to pull him up from the divan. He was too strong and he resisted. She pulled again. He then jerked his arm too strong; saw Zoey flew, and fell flat on his lean body with her between his legs. Her generous tits were on his face while her pussy was on his abdomen. She felt the delicious feeling of her daddy's breath on the soft skin of her tits.
"Ops daddy! I'm sorry." Zoey raised her body up while holding her father's shoulders.
His eyes were staring at her spilling dangling tits just inches from his mouth. She deliberately slipped her hold on his shoulder, making her right tit squashed on his mouth. He closed his eyes and swallowed a groan.
"So sorry dad. I'm so clumsy!" the girl wiggled between his legs trying to get up and she could feel the wonderful tantalizing feeling of her father's throbbing cock.
She slid to her left and rose from the divan. She smiled when she saw his cock grew in his pants. He looked dazed with what had just happened between him and his daughter. Nevertheless, Zoey knew that her plan was unfolding itself and her father lusted for her and that made her so thrilled and happy.
"Fine dad. I'll swim by myself." She said after sometime and left the reading room.
* * *
"Help! Dad! Help me!" She screamed and bobbed her body in her water.
"Daddy! Helped me...dad!"
She could hear the door being opened roughly and sank her body deeper into the swimming pool. Within seconds, she could feel her father's arms around her waist and pulled her out from the pool. He was breathing hard and he looked worried. He wiped her hair away from her face and touched her face.
"You okay...baby? What...happened?"
"Leg...cramps."
"Where?" Her dad glided his hands on her wet legs.
"The right one."
He then kneaded and massaged her right thigh. From her knee, he slowly kneaded the muscle up to the juncture of her thigh. His eyes all of a sudden looked into her.
"Z...your muscles are okay." There was a long pause. "Your muscles are not experiencing any cramps...right?" her dad asked.
"I do have cramps in my muscle daddy. Here." She grasped his hand on her thigh and pressed it onto her wet soaking mound covered with the flimsy yellow bikini. She then pressed her legs tightly together and moaned.
He snatched his hand away and rose to his feet. He was breathing hard and his eyes were clouded with lust. Zoey could see his cock swelled in his wet trousers. He covered his face with his hands, turned around and sat on one of the lounge chairs near the pool.
"What's wrong with me? And...what's gotten into you Zoey?"
"If you hate the Marisa, just tell me. Y...you don't have to do this."
"Oh...God! What is happening to me? I am lusting over my own daughter!" he whispered looking up to the blue sky as if asking to god why he had this lust for his young daughter.
Zoey gradually rose from her spot and walked towards her dad who was still distraught by his reaction and his daughter's actions. She knelt near his legs and held his left thigh.
"Dad...I don't hate Marisa. Really. But...I want...you." His eyes flew to her face.
"I always wanted you daddy. And...and... I just can't lose you to her!" her eyes were welling with tears.
"Oh Z! You don't want me. I'm your father. I'm old, not young like...Jake."
"I dumped him daddy! When he fucked me, I could only imagine that it was your cock inside of me daddy. Filling my pussy!"
"Do you want me daddy?"
"No Z! N...no!" "It is a lie! You do want me! I know that you want to fuck me daddy!"
"I can't Z! I just...can't."
"No... you don't want me because I look like Irene, right? You loath...and...and hate me because I look...like...like her!" Zoey suddenly burst into tears.
"No Z! It's not that! You're a very beautiful girl. And you deserve much better." He tried comforting her.
"I don't want anyone else except you daddy!" she cried even more.
Her father knew that what she said was partly true. Zoey was an identical replica of his ex-wife. She had Irene's big tits, her long killer legs, her ash-blonde hair and sexy ass. The only difference was Zoey had his aquamarine eyes. She was hotter and sexier than Irene was; and that what was bothering him as that made him wanted to fuck her. She was a hot sexier and younger version of his ex-wife Irene. Years ago when he lusted over Irene, now he too could not control the lust that he had for young Zoey.
Zoey unexpectedly bolted away from him ran and cried into the house. Her father too rose and went after his daughter. Before she could reach the bottom of the stairs, her father's arms encircled her waist and hugged her from behind. She tried to pull his arms and they struggled even more. One of her dad's arms wrapped itself on her tits and another arm clasped her abdomen from behind. She thrashed more violently.
"Let...me...go daddy! You don't want me! You...h...hate me just...as...you hate Irene!" She trashed in his embrace.
"Z...please...I love you! I don't hate you, not like that!"
"You...hate me! You hate me!" she continued crying and struggling to free her waist from her daddy's arms. Her bikini top came lose and fell to her floor from the strain of their body thrashing. As her daddy struggled to subdue her movement; his hand unintentionally clasped on her left tit. Zoey's body was shocked from the intense pleasure and she steeled herself in her father's embrace. Then, to her surprise, the hand started kneading and massaging her tit. He used his thumb and a finger to pinch her nipple. Meanwhile, his right hand moved lower from her waist and went lower into her bikini rubbing her shaven mound. Zoey relished the feeling of her father's hands on her tit and her mound. At last, her daddy was touching her the way she had always dreamt and wished that he would. She felt her father's hand pulled on the material of her bikini, and he grabbed the material and untied the knot. At last, she was finally gloriously naked for her daddy's eyes.
Zoey was not struggling anymore. Both were breathing hard and that was the only sound that could be heard in the living room. Her daddy slowly massaged and squeezed both her tit and her pussy simultaneously. She sucked her breath with the intense pleasure brought by her father. He kneaded her tit and tweaked her nipple; while his other hand inserted one finger into his daughter's vulva. She shuddered in his embrace, moaning and squeezing her thighs to exert more pleasure created in her pussy.
"Oh...Z...do you want...this?" He moved the finger in her dripping pussy.
"Oh yes...daddy...more than anything." She whimpered.
He dragged her to the sofa and sat with her on his lap, with her back to him. They were facing a huge mirror and in the mirror, Zoey could see how her dad's large hand was squeezing and stroking her tit while his finger fondled and caressed her pussy. She noticed how with each stroke made her father in her pussy, her body would shudder and tremble with the pleasure it brought. She too noticed how her long legs spread themselves to accommodate her daddy's hand; opening her pussy even more. Her father inserted another of his long lean finger into her wet pussy. She buckled and shuddered on his lap. His cock was engorged with the movement of her hip in front of him.
He gently moved forward from the sofa so that they were now on their hands and knees. Her hands were on a rug while her daddy's hands were still on her ample tit and in her wet pussy. Zoey could feel her daddy's cock between her thighs from behind. He then withdrew his fingers from her pussy and put it on her waist. He too leisurely moved the hand on her tit to her waist. Zoey moaned when she felt the head of his cock at the opening of her soaked pussy. She held her breath. He bit by bit inserted his penis. She whimpered with every inch of her daddy's thick cock being inserted into her dripping pussy. Slowly and deliberately, her daddy inserted his inflamed cock. He was relishing the reflection on the mirror looking at how his sexy young daughter took pleasure in his fucking. Finally, her hot soaking canal was fully gorged with her daddy's thick throbbing cock.
Zoey gyrated her hip first and she could hear her daddy groaned from behind her. She moved again and he too moved his cock in her tight wet pussy. He used one hand to grasp and squeeze her tit while moving his cock in her sheath. Zoey felt every movement and pleasure created by her daddy's incessant ramming and thrusting of his cock into her. In the mirror, she saw how her daddy's handsome face contorted with the every thrusts and how he groaned when their body slammed into each other. Her tits too shuddered and quavered with every lunge of her daddy's cock in her.
"Daddy!" she moaned.
"Oh...daddy!" she whimpered even louder.
The wall of her vagina quivered violently and her daddy knew that his long legged sex goddess of a daughter was about to cum. He intensified his thrusts while using one hand to massage her clit making her trembled even more fiercely. She cum and screamed for her daddy. Her father continued ramming his cock into her dripping pussy and relished with her climax. He too cum inside her moments later and filled her pussy with his warm seed. His semen and her juices oozed from her pussy. It slowly trickled down her inner thigh.
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"Hi Edward? What've you been doing?" He could hear Marisa's voice from his speakerphone.
"Me? N...nothing. J...just...just,"
"Why do you sound as if you're out of breath?"
"Oh! I'm...on...my...my...treadmill...working...out."
"Oh! Since you're kind of tide up, I'll call you later? Love you!" She said.
"Sure...bye." And she hung up.
"Ah...Z...ah...that's...nice...yes," his deep voice reverberated in the room.
He was on his back on the rug, still at the living room with his hot daughter between his legs sucking, lapping and nipping his thick pulsating cock. Her long fingers were wrapped around her daddy's cock and she was stroking it. He groaned and moaned with her ministration. She licked the head of his cock and she could taste his pre-cum. She then removed her fingers from it, ran her tongue from the head of his cock to the base, and continued doing it. She then brought her big tits together and trapped her daddy's throbbing cock between her boobs. His cock quivered as it was sandwiched between Zoey's tits. She squeezed her tits together and that generated much pleasure for her daddy. The head of her daddy's cock was protruding between her tits and she sucked hard on it and licked it. Her beloved father thrashed with pleasure. She removed her tits. She then sucked the cock again and again, with her hands jerking it even more. He cum in his daughter's lovely mouth. She tried to swallow his creamy cum but some dripped from her mouth and some was squirted to her chin and cheek. She still held her daddy's cock even when it was flaccid. She licked all his juices from his cock trying to clean it.
"Z...that...was...amazing!"
"Where...did...you learn...all that?"
"Secret dad. I won't tell you."
"Oh come Z! Tell me! Did you watch porn?" her father's eyes turned mischievous.
"Nope!" She raised herself and dashed up the stairs trying to get into her room giggling.
Her father caught up with her just when she was about to open her room. She shrieked when he carried her on his shoulder as he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. He put his daughter on the immense kitchen counter and rummaged the cabinets and refrigerator to find things that he needed.
"Are you hungry Z? I know I am." He said standing between his daughter's long lean legs.
He took an ice cube and put it on her nipple and it puckered. Zoey sucked her breath. He then lowered the ice and slowly moved it to her abdomen and drew strange invisible drawing on her stomach. She writhed on the counter holding her father's shoulders. Then, she suddenly groaned and pulled his head to her generous tits squeezing as he placed the ice cube on her mound and at the opening of her pussy. The ice cube was instantaneously drenched with his daughter's juices. After a few moments, he removed the ice and his handsome lighted up with his grin.
After that, he scooped up vanilla ice cream and lathered it on her stomach. He held her waist and started licking. The cold ice cream was making her senses reeled, but the feeling of her father's tongue on her abdomen and moving towards her navel was her undone. She shuddered and shivered with rapture while her pussy was soaking with the juices that had been flowing. Her daddy was using his tongue to lap and lick the ice cream, and he was so close to her mound but he refused to go lower and satisfy her need.
"Daddy...please." She begged.
Her father was not done with his mission. He then lathered her inner thighs with honey until he reached just inches from the lips of her drenched pussy. He licked and lapped the honey on either side of her quivering thighs. He crept up higher and higher until his face was touching her pussy but still he did not do anything to Zoey's pussy. Her pussy was quivering with lust and her juices seeped from her canal. He continued to nip and lap her inner thighs making his daughter crazy with lust. He had to strain her thighs from wrapping his head with her legs as she thrashed on the counter in abandonment.
"Daddy...please...fuck me...oh...please...daddy! Please!" She begged.
She used her arms to pull her father into her embrace but he used his strength to overcome her. He held her arms with one hand behind her back and he carried on with his endeavor. He licked lightly on her shaven pussy and his tongue could feel the bristling of newly grown pubic hair. His daughter moved her hip with lust. He then nipped and sucked both of her pussy lips one at a time incessantly. She buckled into his mouth and his face was covered with her juices, yet he still did not do anything to her vulva.
"Ah...daddy...ah...please." She pleaded.
He let her arms go, raised her right leg onto his shoulder, and rammed his cock into her tight warm silky sheath. She was sopping wet with her juices from the ordeal that her father had put her through. She was shuddering violently with the pleasure and lust that was roused by her father. She wanted all of him, all of his cock and all that he could ram inside her pussy. Her arms were tightly holding her father's warm sweaty body and her nails dug deep into his skin. He hissed with the pain but kept on thrusting, shoving and ramming his thick warm cock into his daughter's pussy. Zoey too relentlessly moved her hip welcoming her father's never-ending onslaught into her soaking depth. She could hear both of them were grunting and moaning with the mounting pleasure of their fuck. Her father's body was coming down on her lower and lower; with the intensity of their coupling. He was now bent forward ramming his cock while his daughter's right knee now nearly touching her right shoulder. They cum simultaneously in each other's embrace. His semen and their juices trickled down their bodies to the kitchen counter.
After sometime, Zoey felt her father slowly took out his limp cock from her sore pussy. He carried her effortlessly to the bathroom and put her in the bathtub. He washed her slowly and methodically making sure that she was squeaky clean. He then joined her in the tub and laid himself between her thighs with his head on her tits and his back to her. She played with his hair and his chest. He felt happy and sated as her long legs wrapped his body from behind and her pussy nudging his lower back and her hands rubbing and massaging his chest.
Zoey brought her lips to shower her father with kisses on his neck, throat and his chest. She kissed his mouth and her father opened his mouth and devoured his daughter's sweet mouth.
"Daddy? Can we do it again? With me on top?"
"Anything for you Z. Anything." Her daddy answered.
Her father was lying on the immense bed and his engorged cock was pulsating with lust for his young daughter. She lowered her hips and felt the head of her daddy's cock in her wet warm sheath. Her pussy quivered and her juices continued to smother her father's cock. She lowered herself even further down and savored the quivering of her pussy each time her dripping canal welcomed in more of her daddy's thick warm cock. Her father moaned and whimpered her name when her pussy at last was filled with her daddy's cock.
Zoey felt her pussy was stretched to the limit in this new position. Her boyfriend had never let her be on top of him, but not her father. Her daddy held her thighs and he started moving his hip. The wall of her vagina contracted with the movement made by his cock. He moved again and she too began moving her hip. Her father buckled on the again and again so that he could fill her with her cock. She in the meantime moved with accordance with her daddy's movements. Her tits quaked with every thrust and gyration of her hip and her daddy clasped her tits and rubbed them.
Her daddy's other hand too was also moving to where their bodies connected. He used his fingers to massage the upper part of her stretched pussy. He rubbed hard on her inflamed clitoris and that her thrashed wildly on her father's warm sweaty body. He raised his hip and ram his cock into her soaked pussy again and again; while his daughter slammed her body down his body to fill her wet canal with her daddy's engorged cock. Both were moaning with the apprehension of the looming culmination of their lust. He rubbed her clit even harder and felt the wall of her vagina convulsed around his cock. They cum simultaneously and he filled his young daughter's pussy with hot creamy semen. Filling her soaking pussy with his seeds. She fell on his chest breathing hard with the aftermath of their sexual orgy.
"Daddy...that...was...wonderful." Zoey said through ragged breath.
"No...you are wonderful Z!"
"But Z...what am I going to do with Marisa?" Her father suddenly asked.
"You still remember her after you fucked me daddy? How could you! But...she's nice though."
"She is. But, we can't do this to her."
"That's true."
Silence.
"Daddy? What's going to happen to us?"
"What do you want Z? What do you want to happen? You know I will always love you."
"I want you to fuck me forever daddy. Forever." Zoey whispered.
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"Have you seen my keys, princess?" Gage asked his girlfriend Zoey.
"They're probably in the bowl where they always are you doofus," she replied with a half chuckle, a bit annoyed but she was used to him being forgetful.
The brunette woman in her late 20s, average build, went to the bowl where Gage keeps his keys and wallet and sure enough that's where they were.
"Next time can you look with your eyes and not your mouth?" Zoey scolds her boyfriend, handing him his things but not before he pulls her in for a kiss and a squeeze of her butt.
He might be in his mid-30s but he sometimes acts like a big kid.
"I could but then I'd need a reason to come over and do this anyway," Gage laughs, slapping her ass hard enough Zoey's cheeks shake in her yoga pants. "And it's doofus, Sir!"
She lowers her eyes as Gage out the door, his bigger teddy bear frame always making for great goodbye hugs, so she can focus on work. A private accountant, Zoey works from home while Gage heads to the office where he tells the world which products they should buy.
A terrific salesman, the short and stocky man was able to convince Zoey to go out with him despite being clearly out of his league. The only universe where these two should be together is a Kevin James sitcom but his big heart won her over in time.
Gage loves Zoey and will do anything to protect her while taking care of her needs, especially when she's a brat and wants to not prioritize her self-care.
Tax season always gets Zoey stressed out so during lunch she hits her THC vape while she grabs a quick sandwich. Gage checks in via text to make sure she's eating and drinking enough water so she sends him a Snap to confirm, and one of her D cup breasts which gets a devil emoji response.
When her boyfriend comes home, Zoey is in the shower and soon enough Gage joins her. The water is cascading over their bodies as he begins kissing the back of her neck and fondling her breasts, making sure to tweak her nipples with his fingers.
He instructs her to bend over, which she does without hesitation. There's little more that excites Zoey than being used as a fuck toy. His eight-inch cock enters her easily as they start to rock back and forth under the falling water, her hands braced in front of her on the wall.
The more he plays with her nipples, the harder Zoey wants to be fucked until finally he fills her with his cum which sends her over the edge herself. They clean each other up and get ready for dinner.
"Have you thought anymore about my plan, princess?" Gage asks Zoey between bites of grilled chicken.
"The one where you find a bunch of random men to use me as they wish, Sir?" she blushes and nods since until Gage came home that's what was going to be her motivation in the shower to please herself.
Zoey was much wilder in her younger days, enjoying herself to the fullest but as of late hadn't really explored her desires. Gage caught her watching gangbang porn on several occasions, and while he had reservations about creating such an encounter, he wanted to please his princess even if it meant embracing her slutty tendencies.
The couple had a terrific sex life but if Gage could make it even better, how could he not put in the effort.
"I trust you Sir and if you really want to move forward, you know I won't have a problem," Zoey replied.
Gage spent the next few days researching various message boards and online groups in the polyamorous community. He shared pictures of Zoey and looked for guys in committed relationships, and vetted them with their partners. Not only would it ensure they were trustworthy, it could lead to further adventures in the future.
Everything about the evening would be a surprise for Zoey, so once he settled on his choices, he decided there were three guys who would be great candidates. Adam was a taller guy, more than six feet, with a long beard but definitely not skinny. Zane was a little taller than Gage with a stocky build and close cropped beard. The last guy, Steve, was shorter than Adam but still close to six feet tall.
He instructed them that they would be able to use Zoey however they wanted so long as Gage was present and if she used her safe word, Hufflepuff, everything stopped immediately. Gage would record the whole evening and send to all parties, including the three guys partners, for enjoyment and protection.
When the time came for everyone to meet, Gage got a hotel suite for the evening and prepared it so there would be plenty of snacks, drinks and everything else they would need. The couple got to the room first and Gage instructed Zoey to strip naked in anticipation for her visitors.
She'd been fantasizing about this moment ever since Gage caught her watching porn, although she knew when he'd be home so everything was working out perfectly. It wouldn't be as fun if she simply asked to be railed by multiple guys, it had to seem like Gage's idea to make him more comfortable.
As Zoey sat on the bed waiting, there was a knock on the door and the three men had arrived right on time. They were blown away at how beautiful Zoey looked, her eyes innocent but her brain running filthy thoughts.
"Alright gentleman, you know the ground rules," Gage said. "The slut will do as you command and you can fuck her however you wish. I'll jump in from time to time but she wants to be used. Let's use her."
Everyone was still taken back a bit but Adam spoke up first.
"So, we can really fuck you however we want slut?" he says walking over to her.
Zoey nodded her head and started unzipping Adam's pants, pulling out his nine-inch dick which was already stiffening. She got on her knees and worked her hand up and down the shaft before replying.
"I just want to be filled and covered with cum, think you can handle that?" she grins as she takes his cock in her mouth, licking from the base to the tip as the other two men quickly strip.
Almost like she issued a challenge to his manhood, Adam grabs Zoey by the back of her head and aggressively begins throat fucking her. His cock hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag a bit but she doesn't make him stop.
As this is going on, Zane and Steve decide to get in on the action. They have a reluctant Adam stop his pleasure for a moment so they can put her on her back on the bed. Gage, fully clothed until just now, grabs a washable marker and writes 'cum dump' with an arrow pointing between Zoey's legs. He also draws circles on Zoey's breasts with her stiffening nipples the bullseyes.
With Zoey how they want her, Zane spreads her legs and begins flicking his tongue on her clit as Steve and Adam are getting their cocks stroked with both of her hands. The harder she moans the quicker her hands are milking the cocks in them until soon enough both men shoot their loads near the bullseyes on her breasts.
Gage grabs the marker once more to add two tallies near the arrow on her stomach.
"Let's see how many loads we can give her tonight gentlemen," her boyfriend says with a grin, straddling her face so she can take his dick in her mouth.
While Steve and Adam are recuperating, Zane's mouth suctions itself to Zoey's mound and before too long his beard is covered in her juices as a powerful orgasm overcomes her. Once she stops shaking, he enters where his tongue was seconds earlier with his cock.
The two men sharing Zoey make eye contact and have her get on all fours. Gage continues face fucking his girlfriend while Zane plows her from behind, spit roasting her. Zoey's loud moans combined with primal grunts from Gage and Zane fill the hotel room until two more tallies are made on her stomach.
Enough time has passed that Adam and Steve are ready for round two while the other two grab some Gatorade sandwiches.
"I think the slut wants her ass fucked, don't you Steve?" Adam says with a devilish smile while an exhausted Zoey just lays there.
Steve replies by smacking Zoey's ass and slipping two fingers inside.
"Oh yeah, I think she does!" he adds, replacing his fingers with his cock after testing the entrance.
Sweat is pouring down Zoey's face so once both men deposit their gifts inside her ass, Gage calls for a short break.
"How are you holding up princess?" He asks, making sure she's ok as he gives her some food, water and her vape.
Thoroughly spent, she just nods and kisses his forehead. Maybe 15 minutes pass before she gets on her knees and opens her mouth, tongue sticking out.
"Well, we have our target boys," Zane chuckles as all four men start jerking off above Zoey with one hand, fondling her breasts and nipples with the other.
They cover her face with their sticky seed as it drips onto her tongue and breasts. Before everyone calls it a night, Zoey's stomach has a baker's dozen tallies.
Adam, Zane and Steve leave the suite as Gage leads Zoey to the bathroom, where he's drawn a hot bubble bath. She flushes off all the cum in the shower then sinks down in the tub as Gage massages her feet as she soaks.
"Was everything as you hoped princess?" he asks her softly.
"Yes, my love," she replies, enjoying her pampering.
After she's done with her bath, Gage dries Zoey off and carries her to the bed which he has fitted with clean bedding. The couple fall asleep in each other's arms, dreaming of what just happened.
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Before you start, this story takes some time to develop. Second, if you want to read from the beginning then please read: Zoey, please explain this, Go get em Zoey girl, and Zoey, come on. Because they don't have the same title with a chapter marker behind them, I can't get the web master to put them in a series.
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Not every story has a happy ending, at least for me it didn't seem that way. Zoey had won states and was heading off to the west coast and Stanford in the fall. She was excited but apprehensive about the move and being that far away from home and me. I assured her it would be fine and she would be fine.
Soon after we had returned from the state championships my wife decided that she wanted to be single and try to find someone else. She had threatened enough times that she was leaving and now she finally made good on her word. Only thing was she wasn't running away, I was getting kicked out. I didn't want to fight and be that guy so I left and moved in with Easelee.
He didn't mind having me there since his wife had past and he had a big house with nobody to share it with. He was starting to have health problems so it was nice for him to have somebody in the house with him just in case.
I knew my wife was going to leave me sooner or later but I always thought it would be later. I thought Cotton would be out of school before she would make that decision but she just couldn't wait anymore. I didn't really care since I found myself in love with Zoey. We spent that summer doing one of two things, golfing or screwing.
We had a lot of time for both since I had retired soon after the impending divorce was sprung on me. Zoey improved a lot over the summer and really had her game working for her when she left in the fall. She begged me all summer to come out there with her since I wasn't needed here anymore. I told her I would think about it after everything was settled and I knew how much money I had left over after I split it with the ungrateful Ex.
She headed out west in the fall and continued to beg me to come with her. I told her it would still be a little longer before I would know if I could or not. Money was tight and her mom was trying to suck me dry. She suggested that she quit school and try to get on the tour so she could make money and we could be together. I tried hard to keep her in school and told her things would work out.
Soon after that she stopped calling and wouldn't return my calls. I tried for 2 weeks before I got a single text message from her that said she was doing fine. That was the last I heard from her. I tried to ask her mom about it but she was just as cold as ever. I couldn't figure out what I had done wrong but I had that sinking feeling I had broken her heart somehow.
I checked the web and was able to keep tabs on her through that. She was still at college and finished in third at the national golf championships. It wasn't until July, when Easelee came in and told me to turn on the golf channel, that I saw Zoey. She was holding the open trophy after an exciting win and by an amateur no less. She dropped school and went on tour. I followed her via TV and watched her win and lose but I always cheered for her.
By the time she had won her second open, Easelee had too past and I was forced into a small apartment alone. It was all that I could barely afford. I quit golfing and became a shut in. I continued to follow Zoey on TV and sent her cards on the holidays but I never tried to contact her other than that. I still loved her and missed her but it was up to her to decide if she wanted a relationship with me. I never got anything back from her.
It was a sunny day in early June, another year had gone by, three since she had won states. I had decided that living like a slob wasn't cool anymore. I join an amateur tour and played competitively on the small stage. I had just returned from a long weekend away and was happy with my third win of the year. It didn't pay much but it was fun nonetheless. It got me back out there instead of being locked inside.
I opened the mailbox and took out my stack of mail that had piled up for the few days I was gone. I set them on the table and noticed one in particular. It had my address and a Malibu post mark on it. I scrambled to open it and Zoey's neat handwriting jumped off the paper and went straight to my heart.
I was called dad of course but it was better to be called that then nothing at all. The letter said we had unfinished business that needed to be resolved. She was taking the whole month of June off in preparation for the open in July. I could come out anytime and visit her until then. If I chose not to then this would be the last time I ever heard from her again. I was given an address to the house and nothing more. I booked a flight the next day for the second week in June. I had just enough money sitting around to do it.
I landed at the little airport in Burbank. I avoided LAX since I hated large amounts of people crammed into a small space. I paid a little more to fly in here but I figured it was worth the trouble. I walked down the flight ramp and onto the runway itself. It was unusual but I figured this way the way they did things before the planes parked at the gates like most places do.
I claimed my bag and caught a cab towards Malibu. I had the cabbie stop at a diner so I could get a bite to eat. I asked if he wanted to join me but he declined. He made money driving people around not eating with strangers so off he went.
I walked into the joint and was seated quickly. The hostess was a hot little number that was around 30 years old. I complimented her on how good she looked. She smiled but brushed it off. She must have heard that all the time I thought. The waitress was even better looking but a few years younger. Malibu definitely had some very good looking women in it. Zoey belonged here.
The waitress made small talk with me as I ate dinner. She must have felt sorry that I was sitting by myself. I told her why I was here and who Zoey was. She had never heard of her but was genuinely interested. She hoped I could figure everything out but if I couldn't she had a place for me to stay. I took her number and folded it up before putting it in my pocket.
People were good looking and friendly too I thought as I waited for her to return with my change. I called for a cab again and waited while continuing to talk to her. The place was starting to get busy but she still managed to chat.
I left her a nice tip and started for the open door. My cab had just pulled up. She wished me luck and thanked me for my business. I reached the thresh hold of the door and was stunned by a blonde headed beauty. I gawked as she smiled and tried to go left. I went right and we almost bumped. She tried to swerve back right as I tried to go left. My hands went to her hips and touched them lightly as I turned her back to the left and spun us around.
"Oh my," she giggled as we smiled at each other. "Such strong hands," she teased.
I looked at her intense blue eyes and natural hair. She was a beauty. A guy approached from over her shoulder and looked at me with interest.
"Thanks for the dance sweetheart," I said as I let her go.
"No, thank you," she flirted.
"I will take it from here pal," the guy said as he took her arm. "Wouldn't want to burn yourself on something this hot."
I took a hard look at him in a very quick way before turning. I wasn't violent so I didn't bother. The way he said it though, he wanted a fight if I was giving one. I walked out but glanced back. He had his tongue shoved down her throat and his hands cupped her ass marking his territory. Maybe the women were nice but the guys were dicks so far.
I shut the door on the cab told him where I was going. We started driving. The Pacific Ocean came into view as we wound down the highway. It was peaceful and beautiful. We drove for a little while until we reached the gate to the house. He stopped and dropped me off. I paid the fare and watched him speed away.
"Wow," I said aloud. A big copper gate weathered by the ocean air guarded the entrance to a narrow driveway flanked by tall palm trees. They were spaced evenly apart and in a perfectly straight line down the driveway. At the far end was a circle drive that circled a granite fountain. Flowers and shrubs were neatly planted all around and all were blooming. A mass of hedges and smaller palms hid a tall fence that guarded the edges of the property. This was my kind of place. I loved gardening back home but this put my stuff to shame. I could only see the front of the house but it was huge. I buzzed the speaker box and waited.
"Hello," said the voice. It was Hispanic in accent.
"I'm here to see Zoey," I spoke. I was expecting her so this took me off guard.
"She is not expecting anyone today and is currently busy working," the voice talked back.
"Oh," I said dumbfounded. "It's her father," I offered.
"Oh, si, yes," she said excited. "Step back to the X to I can see your face."
I turned around and saw an X on the pavement by the gate pillar. A camera hung above it. I walked and looked up at the camera. The gate buzzed and started to open.
"Ah," thanks I said as I picked my bag up and started walking.
I started up the long driveway towards the house. I admired the neatly cut grass and well-trimmed hedges that surrounded the property. I touched the zoysia grass gently and marveled at its smooth feel and deep green color.
I got about half way up when I saw a golf cart coming towards me. My heart jumped thinking it was her. It was her but not Zoey her. Miranda, the voice in the box, picked me up and drove me the rest of the way to the front. She was a mid-50s house keeper that had been working for Zoey for about a year.
I guess this is what money buys you I thought as we reached the door. Nice land, nice grass, nice trees, and nice hired help. Back home I was stuck in a one bedroom with a view of the trash receptacles on the first floor in a rundown neighborhood. This was living and living large.
"Fucking ex-wife," I cursed as I followed.
"Pardon," Miranda asked?
"Oh, nothing" I groaned. "This is very nice, much better than what I have."
"Si," she agreed.
The outside was nothing compared to the inside. The door opened into a foyer tiled with black slate tiles. The sharp white lines gave it striking contrast. It opened up into the living room and dining room behind that. Left went around to a TV room and connected to that was the kitchen in a big loop. You could reach the kitchen from the TV room or the dining room. Right was an office and two guest bedrooms. The far back right off the dining room had a set of stairs that went up to the master bedroom.
Miranda led me out to the pool deck. I was swept away by the view. The pool deck sat overlooking the ocean on top of a steep cliff. The deck surrounded the pool on three sides but was left open in back. To the left of the pool and deck were more landscaped areas. Farther out near the edge of the lot and cliff was a green. Zoey had an actual green installed in the backyard. I was envious to say the least.
A puff of sand flew up mixed in with a golf ball. It landed gently and rolled to a stop 3 feet away from a flag stick. I could see the top of a head as it watched the ball.
"She is working on her short game," Miranda said. "Please don't disturb until she is finished."
I watched as another ball shot out and landed. It bumped the other ball softly.
"What can I get you to drink," Miranda asked?
"Water is fine," I replied.
I still hadn't seen Zoey so my focus was out on the green. Miranda left to get water.
I walked to the edge of the deck and looked around at her little piece of paradise. It was beautiful here. A cool breeze floated gently from the ocean. The sun was sinking slowly into the ocean. I looked and watched another ball tap the flag stick. She was good. I turned and saw a long straight away and noticed the tee box at the far end of it. She had a whole hole in her backyard.
"Sir, here is your water," Miranda said.
"Please, call me John," I said.
"No, it is not polite to speak to a guest that way," she countered. "I call you Mr. Lewis," she asked?
"If you must," I relented.
"Please, come sit, she be done shortly," she ordered.
I went and sat on the bench overlooking the ocean and waited. I was tired as I sat. It was nearly 10 pm east coast time, way past my bedtime.
I must have drifted off. I awoke to Miranda setting a bottle of wine and two glasses on the small table. I looked quickly towards the green and didn't notice any golf balls on the green. The sun was almost touching the water now. Tiki torches flickered around the pool deck.
"She go to change," Miranda said. "She be out shortly."
I turned towards the house and saw her. For the first time I saw her in over three years. My heart leapt as she opened the slider and started out. She wore a black bikini covered by a long sheer cover, buttoned at the front by a single button. It caught the wind a flowed behind her softly as she walked with confidence towards me. Her eyes were covered by a big pair of black sunglasses. This made me nervous since I couldn't read her eyes. I remained seated until she reached the cushioned bench seat.
I stood and she gave me a gentle hug. I didn't squeeze to hard either. I wanted to feel her out and try to get back on her good side. She was guarded for sure.
"Hi dad," she started. "How have you been?"
"Um," I stuttered.
I didn't know what to say. Do I tell her hurt, crushed, in pain, lost, regretful, confused? Do I lie and tell her wonderful, great, perfect, fantastic. Or should I just come out with it. I'm living in a shit hole and everybody I ever cared about has left me except Cotton. He wouldn't even stop by if he didn't feel the need to. What the fuck happened to us? I decided to turn it back on her.
"Not as well as you are," I said softly. I made sure I had no hate or venom in my words. "You look wonderful too."
"Thank you, dad," she said. "Sit please," she offered.
Wow my little girl was polite and refined like a proper woman. What the fuck did California do to her I wondered?
I sat with her on the bench and glanced her over from head to toe. She looked just as gorgeous as she did the last time I saw her. She had filled out just a little but she still looked stunning. I tried not to stare too long.
"Wine," she asked?
"Sure," I replied.
She poured mine halfway and hers full. She took half of it down in one slug. I watched but sipped mine. I waited for her to decide where this was going. I sipped a little more and stared at her nose. I couldn't see her eyes still but I knew she had something to say. She starting drinking hard again and tipped the glass vertical to get the last drops from it.
"I'm getting married," she blurted after finishing her glass.
She was already pouring another one. I choked a little but kept the liquid in my mouth. I finished mine and held it out for a refill. She topped it off and waved her hand back towards the house. Miranda hustled over another bottle already open.
She took her glasses off and set them on the table. I looked into her eyes but still hadn't said anything.
"I'm getting married," she repeated.
Her voice said yay but her eyes, those deep brown eyes, glowing in the sinking sun said something different. They still had hope for us, me and her, but she was so unsure and hurt by something I did.
"Congratulations," I said.
I leaned and gave her another soft hug. Her skin felt good and the wine had me a little buzzed already. Not drinking for 3 years did that to you though.
"You're not upset," she asked?
"I just want you to be happy," I sighed.
"Who is he," I asked quickly?
"My caddy," she said.
She was still a little shocked that I didn't flip out. I was dying on the inside but I couldn't show her that. The chance of us was fading faster than the sun in the Pacific so I was just hoping to be a part of her life.
"Oh," was all I could muster. I finished my glass and was quickly poured another.
"What's the story," I asked? "How did you two meet?" I was looking for something to end the awkward silence that the ocean waves couldn't drown out.
"Well," she started.
I listened with pain and mostly drowned out the story of how they met when she got in a tour event as an amateur. She seemed happy about him but something inside me said she wasn't happy. She talked on for a while about him before she stopped to sip and refill her glass. I was hurt and the sting was only dulled by the wine. He was where I wanted to be, with Zoey. I avoided another silent moment and asked another question.
"Where is he," I asked? "Do I get to meet him?"
"Of course, why do you think I asked you out here," she said. "He is taking care of his mom, she is sick with cancer and he goes over there to care for her. That's part of the reason I took time off from the tour."
"Oh," I replied. The whole idea of all this stung. The pain must have been obvious on my face.
"Just, oh," she asked?
"What's the other reason you took off," I asked? "You pregnant?"
"No," she said. "Not yet, by next year maybe. I don't know though, I'm hitting my stride out there and I don't want to take that much time off. I am resting for now and practicing and letting him have time with his mom."
That hit hard too. Duh you dummy, they live together. You don't think they are sleeping in separate beds and not screwing do you? Idiot!
"Yeah," you are doing good," I said fighting back my emotions. "I watch every time I can."
She smiled. I loved that smile and had missed it so much. The smile, the wine, her beauty, the pain of what she had just told me and the memories of us from 3 years ago flooded my mind. I was in a haze and reacted by letting my emotions take over.
"God, you look good too," I blurted.
I place my hand on her leg above the knee and squeezed gently. Her skin was so soft and tan. She felt good to my touch.
"California certainly has changed you," I continued. My tone was clear and she knew what I meant.
"Dad, don't," she snapped quickly! Her hand tossed mine off quickly. She stood and faced me.
"Don't you dare come out here and try this. You don't know how badly you hurt me. I gave myself to you and you hurt me so bad," she cried.
Tears filled her eyes as she spoke. Her emotion was raw and cut deep. I could do nothing but listen. I knew this was coming just didn't think it would be so fast.
"I thought we had something and you ruined it," she croaked.
I wasn't sure what it was that I ruined. Guess there's only one way to find out. My emotions continued to drive my mind. I meant to be more tactful but it didn't come out that way.
"I ruined it," I piped. "You stopped communications with me so I'm not sure how I ruined it."
"What, was it the moving thing," I asked quickly? "I told you after I took care of things at home I would find a way to get out here."
She quickly interjected with pain. "Take care of things at home dad? What, you had to end it with your other girlfriend so you could settle for your daughter."
I gave a perplexed look. I had no idea what she was talking about. I never cheated on my ex, well, except with Zoey.
"Mom told me what she heard," Zoey cried. Tears ran down her face now. God I almost wanted to cry seeing her like this.
"Your mom told you," I asked more than stated? It was not a good choice of words, but I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My ex-wife was a liar.
"Yeah, mom heard you on the phone one night talking to some fucking girl," Zoey barked. "I know you are a cheating bastard and to think I was stupid enough to think you loved me." She sniffled hard.
"Phone call," I asked? "I have never." Zoey cut me off again.
"Yeah, I must be stupid," she roared. "No wait, it was, not smart enough to stay in school," she cried. Her fingers were making quotation marks in the air. I was confused by that too. It sounded to me like my ex was filling her mind with some serious rumors. She hated the relationship Zoey and I had formed when she took up golfing. Zoey was her little princess turned tom boy.
Then I remembered the quote but it wasn't in that context. It was a little different than that. 'I hope she is smart enough to stay in school just in case the golf thing doesn't work out' I remembered saying. Then she would have something to fall back on. Not, 'she isn't smart enough to make it in school.'
"Don't look so innocent, dad," she yelled. "I could forgive you about the comment but the cheating thing, fuck you. How could you tell me you loved me and want this to work even though it is a fucked up thing then you go and fuck around with somebody else. I gave you my trust, I should have known better."
"Zoey," I cried.
She was hurt and balling now. It hurt me deeply too but I never showed it. I was the stone faced rock the family looked to when things were bad. I never stopped being that but now might have been a good time to start.
"Zoey nothing," she sobbed. "This was a bad idea on my part to bring you here. I only wanted you to meet the man I will spend the rest of my life with but that was too much to ask for. You just want to come out here and rip my heart open again." She wiped her tears and stepped towards the house.
She turned quickly and looked hard at my stunned face.
"We had something dad, something I still haven't found but I'm going to try and make with Jason," she sneered. "I loved you so much, way more than a daughter should have. Just try to be happy for me now and not fuck with my heart anymore."
She stormed away and called for Miranda. "Please show my guest to his room."
"Yes, Ms. Lewis," she responded.
I sat stunned at what just happened. Where did all this shit come from? The comment I did make but not in that context. The cheating thing, I couldn't place that for the life of me. Maybe she heard Cotton on the phone and assumed it was me, we did sound alike. I was confused.
"Mr. Lewis," Miranda asked? I looked at her. She waved for me to follow.
I stood dumbfounded and walked towards the house. The light flipped on in the upstairs bedroom as Zoey slammed the door. She flopped on the bed and cried. My stomach turned as I followed the short Latino to my room. She shut the door as she left.
I sat on the bed and started thinking. Coming here was a bad idea. I would fly out tomorrow morning after I met him and let her live her life. If that's what she wanted then that's what she would get.
I fell back onto the bed and tossed around for a while. Finally I slept but not well. A dream filled my sleep. There was the blob with little t-rex arms again. It was spying into the peep hole at the cart barn. I was on the phone talking and laughing. Then I had a serious look on my face. My pant leg swelled with my 3 foot long dream cock again. The blob listened hard. My voice could be heard.
"Oh, you're taking your shirt off," I asked? "And you're rubbing your tits. Are your nipples hard? What about your pussy, is it wet? Um, I know, I like how wet it gets. It's making me so hard."
I shot up in bed and breathed hard.
"That's it," I cried. "Now it makes sense."
I climbed from the bed and opened my door. I went to the bathroom and pissed. I returned to my room and silently lay in bed listening. I wished Zoey was awake and would come down here. I could explain everything now.
I thought about waking her but that would infuriate her more. Just try to sleep and worry about everything tomorrow.
I settled back in and closed my eyes. I was awakened by the sound of a gas powered blower outside my window. I crawled out of bed and looked. Somebody was blowing the leaves off the circle in the driveway. A lawn mower buzzed by heading down the straight away on her par 3 hole. I left my room and headed for the kitchen.
I found the coffee maker and made myself a pot. I poured a cup and went outside on the deck. I was chilled by the air as I opened the door. Warm days and cool nights, this place was paradise but way out of my price range. It would be back to hot and steamy by tonight as I was heading home. My as well enjoy it while I can.
I sat and watched the crew cut the grass on the green. They raked the bunker and added some sand. They brushed the green and replaced the pin. The rest of the house was buzzing with other people cutting and grooming the grounds. After about an hour they were done and gone.
The sun was just starting to come up over the hills in the distance. I returned to the house and set my cup by the sink. I took a quick shower and changed my cloths. I packed and set my bag on the bed. I walked out to get another cup of coffee. Zoey was sitting at the table, her legs pulled up in the chair, looking out over the ocean. She didn't acknowledge that I was there.
"Can we talk," I asked?
"Enough has been said," she replied. "I don't feel like fighting again. I don't even want you here."
My emotions boiled over again. I breathed hard to calm myself.
"Then listen to what I have to say and then I will leave," I ordered. "My bags are packed."
"Whatever dad, say your piece then get out," she hissed.
"I was talking to a girl when your mom overheard me," I started.
I was at the house after Zoey had left for college getting a few more of my thing the ex hadn't thrown away or sold. She said she was going to be gone from this time to that time and that I could come over and get the rest of my stuff. I started gathering some things when I took a phone call. I didn't hear her come back but boy did she let me know about it after I hung up.
"She came in after I hung up and cussed me a new one," I continued. "She wanted to know who it was and everything else under the sun. We were almost divorced so it shouldn't have mattered." Zoey turned away. She was hurt still.
"You want to know who she was, Zoey," I asked? She didn't respond, she continued watching the ocean.
"The girl on the phone was you," I said blankly. "Do you remember that day, we had phone sex? I couldn't tell your mom I was having it with you, so I was having it with Rachael." Zoey cocked her head around and looked at me.
I stood there and looked at her dead in the face. I was not lying. That was the only time her mom had confronted me and it was the only incident that I could think of. Zoey's look said what her voice couldn't. It all made perfect sense to her now.
"Rachael right," I asked Zoey? Her stunned face still didn't speak but the look in her eyes confirmed that was the exact incident.
"Your mom has a habit of embellishment," I said. "I have loved with every fiber of my being since that day you won states. I have loved no woman since. I have waited and waited for you to figure it out. You think you hurt, you should see things from my end. I have spent 3 years trying to figure all this out."
Tears filled her eyes and streamed down her face. I stood in place and waited for her to make her move. She sobbed as she got to her feet.
"God daddy, I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I remember that call."
Zoey wrapped her arms around me and hugged me with a long lost lovers hug. It felt so good to have my daughter back. I pulled her into my hug and smelt her coconut moisturizing cream. My hunger for her was back, it had given up until now.
"Do you forgive me daddy," she cried?
"Of course I do, baby," I said.
She looked up at me. Her eyes had that look in them. Her face though was unsure of what to do. She went for it anyway. She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I returned the kiss. Her mouth opened slightly and my tongue crossed over her lips. I tasted the salt from her tears. She pulled back gently and we released.
She backed away and looked confused. I knew what was on her mind. She loved him but loved me too. Was there enough fuel to rekindle that fire we once had or would we be just normal? She looked at me to explain. I put my finger over her lips and hushed her.
"Take all the time you need baby," I whispered. "I've waited this long, I can hold on a while longer."
"Sorry I'm late," Miranda explained. "I had car trouble this morning."
She huffed her way into the house and towards the kitchen.
"It's ok, Miranda," Zoey replied absentmindedly. She smiled at me before getting her coffee cup.
"Ms. Lewis, shall I call a cab for Mr. Lewis," she asked?
"No, no," Zoey replied quickly. "I have had a change of heart."
"Oh," Miranda replied. It was almost as if she was hurt by not being able to throw me out.
Zoey smiled softly at me again. "We have more to talk about," she said to Miranda.
Miranda looked at her watch and glanced at Zoey.
"I know," Zoey said.
"Daddy, you want to jog down to the high school with me and get a work out in before Jason gets here," she asked?
"How far," I asked?
"Not too far," she smiled. I knew by the smile it was but I wouldn't miss spending time with her for anything right now.
"Let me put on my running stuff," I said.
"Me too," she cheered. She took off up the stairs like a shot.
Miranda smiled at me. "I no see her this happy in a while," she said. "Not since her last win a month ago. You cheer her up somehow."
I smiled and went back to my room. Guess I was staying for another night. I changed and waited on her to return.
We started down the drive and reached the gate. It opened before we got to it so we didn't have to break stride. She led us down the road for a while. I watched her tight ass bounce under the black lycra pants as we pounded across the pavement. She obviously wasn't wearing panties. I didn't know if she did this intentionally or not but she had my attention.
She turned after a while and cut down a side road and we ended up on the beach. The running was harder now but I did my best to keep pace with the hot ass in the black pants. We trudged along the sand for what seemed like forever before turning again and heading across a few roads and finally reached the high school. I was glad that was over. It was more than a few miles to get here. I was already dreading the trip home.
"You look tired daddy," she teased.
"I'm out of shape," I admitted as I puffed with my hands on my knees.
"That's the first rule of golf," she scolded. "You must stay in shape."
"I quit for a while," I revealed. She looked shocked.
"I'm back now," I said. "I'm on the amateur tour back home. Nothing special, it's fun and gets me out there."
"That's good," she said. She pulled the door to the gym open and hurried inside.
She introduced me to a few people inside. They were all friendly to me because of her. She was the object of all the attention from the men inside. They were annoyed that I was here, that I could tell. Who wouldn't be with a hot somewhat celebrity who toted along her dad.
She quickly got into a routine and worked with various weights for a while. I did a few light things trying to conserve energy for the run home. I was dead already, I didn't know how I would make the run home. She worked for the better part of an hour. I stole glances at her along with every other male in the room. Her tight pink top combined with her tight black pants made her easy on the eyes today.
I rested quietly in the corner by the door as she finished. The fun part was coming. She bounced along after saying her goodbyes and found me. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek. That got my attention.
"Come on daddy," she teased. "Ready to follow me home" she asked? I nodded my head and off we went. We stuck to the road on the way home. It had small ups and downs but it was much better then running on the sand. I was thankful for that.
We puffed home and up the driveway. I was ready to die. Her hot little ass was the only thing that kept me going.
"I'm going to shower," she said. She glanced at me over her shoulder as she climbed the stairs. I couldn't read her look but I was intrigued.
"I will start lunch," Miranda said.
I decided a shower was in order for me too.
I returned to the kitchen after and got a cold glass of water. I was still beat. I hadn't run that far in years. I was surprised my body made it that far.
Zoey descended the stairs in a white robe that hung mid-thigh. It was tied loosely around her waist. I watched in awe as she came down so effortlessly. I had parked my tired ass in a chair and watched as Miranda hurried around the kitchen getting lunch ready. We were eating outside since all the food was heading that way.
Zoey passed by with a smile as she went to the fridge and got a bottle of water. She bent at the waist but dipped a little so not to openly show me what she had on under her robe. I got just a glimpse of her tights but that was it. I tilted my head to look a little higher but she stood and caught me.
She smiled her smile that I remembered so well. She was teasing me and she loved it. She walked over and stood next to me. She was still smiling. She leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I placed my hands softly on her thighs just under the hem of the robe. Her skin was intoxicating to me and made my cock stir again.
The front door opened as she stood. I dropped my hands as a figure entered and approached. We looked guilty as I quickly stood and headed over to the water bubbler to get a refill. Soft thumps grew louder as he came into the kitchen.
"Hi honey," he said.
"Hi babe," she replied.
They hugged as I started filling my cup.
"Who's that," he asked?
"My daddy," she replied.
I sipped my water and turned as he approached to shake my hand. I nearly choked when I saw his face. Mother fucker I thought. The asshole with the blonde from yesterday stood before me waiting to shake my hand. I swallowed my water and remained calm. I extended my hand politely. He smiled and shook my hand. He had no idea who I was.
"Daddy, this is Jason," Zoey started. "Jason, this in my daddy, John."
"Nice to finally meet you," Jason said as he shook.
Well fuck you too I thought. Time to have some fun.
"Sure thing, PAL," I responded.
His grip suddenly softened and his pupils got a lot bigger. He placed me and knew he was busted. He retracted his hand as he looked straight at me. Zoey had backed away to get her water from the table.
"Whoa, don't burn yourself," I teased as he let my hand go quickly.
"So, how is your mom," Zoey asked?
We parted a little, Jason and myself, but we remained close.
"Yeah, how is your mom," I asked him?
Zoey gave me a cross look. I didn't want to come right out and say it. I wanted to see if he was man enough to do it himself.
"Well, for now," he replied. Our eyes never parted as we stared each other down.
"Jason, dad," Zoey barked. "What's going on?"
He backed away.
"I'm going to change," he said. "It's been a long night."
I bet it has you fucker.
"Daddy," Zoey chirped. "You look like you saw a ghost. Come on and let's go outside and sit."
I followed her nice ass covered by a robe outside. We both sat down.
"Ms. Lewis," Miranda called. "Can you come here for a second?"
"Be right back daddy," she cheered. She was so happy now. That would change by tonight. If he didn't tell her by then I would.
He came out and sat in a chair opposite of me. He had a cold and nervous look.
"You can tell her or I will," I ordered. "Disgusting fucking pig."
"Is your mom even alive," I asked?
He shook his head side to side. He couldn't even talk to me.
"You fucking prick," I scorned. "How can you do this to my daughter? Do you know the amount of shit she has been through over the past few years?"
"It's over," he cried. "I'm telling her now. For what it's worth I do love her. She is special but she is guarded. She loves someone else but won't admit it. Do you know what it's like to love somebody but they don't love you back the same way."
"Yeah, I do," I said stone faced. He got up and started for the house.
"I'm sorry I did this to your daughter," he offered.
He met her at the door and pulled her back inside. Miranda came out with some food. She set it down and returned to the house. I sat and waited for the inevitable.
Zoey came out 10 minutes later as casual as she could be. I wondered if anything even happened by the way she walked. Miranda followed her with some fresh brewed tea. Zoey sat and Miranda poured.
"Can I get you anything else Ms. Lewis," she asked?
"Please call a lock smith and have all the locks changed," she ordered. "Then leave us be for the rest of the day please."
She slipped her dark glasses over her eyes to hide what she felt. We ate silently. I wanted to tell her everything was going to be alright but I didn't. I remained silent and waited on her. She had just been through hell with me last night and now this today. Poor kid.
We both mostly picked at our food. I ate more than she did but it wasn't much compared to what I normally ate.
"Daddy, come with me," she spoke softly.
I followed her into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom. She pulled back the covers and crawled into bed.
"Just hold me daddy," she begged.
I tossed my shirt onto the floor and softly got into bed. I pulled her close to me. She started sobbing as I held her. I tried to comfort her by rubbing her leg. This only caused her robe to fall off her leg and give me skin to work with. She was wearing panties at least. I could feel those as my hands crossed her hip.
We lay silently in her bed. Just soft whimpers escaped her lips as she hurt over him. I continued to rub her leg, hip and side and tried to keep my cock under control. It was hard being in bed with her. The only thing separating us was 2 pieces of cotton.
We both drifted off to sleep. I awoke some time later to her still pressed against me. She was calm now and just laid there quietly.
"Everything happens for a reason," I offered.
"I'm tired of being hurt," she sighed.
"I won't hurt you ever again," I swore.
"How do I know," she asked?
"You have to trust me Zoey," I said. "Trust me like you trust yourself. I have never done anything to hurt you."
"Except for that time before states," she said light heartily.
"I didn't do anything to hurt you," I offered. "I just didn't do anything to you."
A soft giggle.
"How do I know there isn't any Rachael," she asked?
"There's not," I assured her. "In fact, there hasn't been anybody since that day we broke Easelee's chair on the pool deck."
"Hmm," she giggled. "That was forever ago. Gawd, how have you lasted so long?"
"A lot of cold showers and a hope of you coming to your senses," I replied. "Plus living in a one bedroom shit hole doesn't exactly make me a hot priority with the ladies."
"You've really waited on me for 3 years," she asked? She rolled over to face me now. My hand continued to rub her thigh, hip, and side.
"I have," I said. "I didn't really try for anything else either."
"Awe," she said. Her fingers were twined in with mine as she held my hand.
I rolled on my back. Her other hand ran over my chest hair as she continued to hold my hand with the other.
"I was 2 weeks away from leaving home and coming out here with you," I said. "I just had to sign the papers and see how much money your mom would take from me each month. I was going to find a place and be with you." Her smiled melted my heart. It was good to see her smiling again.
"You stopped answering my calls," I said. "You stopped texting after that. You stopped everything."
"I never gave up and never stopped loving you even though I sure felt like it sometimes," I sighed. "I've missed you terribly."
"You and this thing," she teased. Her hand touched my tented cock. Her hand on my chest had inflated it and it strained against my gym shorts. I sighed softly. I had missed those hands on my cock. She gently pushed the waist band down and allowed it spring free. It pulsed with my heart as her hand wrapped around it.
"Wow, I don't remember it being this hard," she sighed.
She tugged it softly. The tip drooled clear precum as her hand slid up and down my engorged shaft.
"Maybe it's because I'm horny," she whispered. "2 weeks is a long time, 3 years is forever."
"You're always horny," I joked.
"Hmm," she growled.
I stayed still and squeezed her hand as she tugged softly. She leaned up and released my hand. She looked at me with those eyes. Love and lust. I loved those eyes. She pulled the waist band and I lifted slightly to allow her to remove my shorts. She smiled as I set back down on the bed. I pushed my shorts off with my feet. She straddled my body with her legs and allowed the robe to open. Her tits were still perfect tear drops as they hung on her chest.
She leaned down and crushed them into my chest. Her pussy was wet with excitement as she slid it over my cock. The material pushed into her wetness by my hard on. It was the only thing keeping me out. It still felt heavenly to slide on something warm and wet.
She lowered her head and kissed me softly as she ground her cunt over my dick. My hands slid under the robe and ran down her back. Her skin was alive again and felt electric as I crossed the flare of her hips. I roamed down over her ass cheeks and under her panties from the leg holes as she kissed me. I cupped her perfect ass. It felt a little fuller but it was muscle from hard work on tour.
She moaned as my fingers gently probed her anus. I didn't push I only rimmed it. I went just a little further down and felt her wetness seep from her excited lips. I felt my cock pushing from the outside. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and battled mine.
I pulled her panty to one side exposing her cunt to my cock. She moaned at the touch. My cock now felt more wetness and heat as she ground on it. I didn't try to penetrate her. I would wait for her and judging by her wetness, she wouldn't wait much longer.
She sat up suddenly trapping my cock inside her panties. My hands lost contact with everything. My tip rested near her tailbone. She puffed with excitement as she studied my face.
"You promise never to hurt me," she asked?
"I won't," I responded quickly. "I love you baby."
She twisted and the panties came off quickly followed by the robe. She returned to her spot and we resumed kissing. My hands were rewarded with more freedom now that her panties were gone. My cock pressed and separated her wet lips. I didn't press into her though. I would let her do it. I continued to play with her lips and kiss her with a want I hadn't felt in years. I was alive for the first time in forever.
She lifted her hips gently. My cock flipped a little forward and was on the mark. She rolled her hips while arching her back. My cock pushed her lips apart and entered her sticky wetness. She was just as tight as she was 3 years ago. She pushed back and I sank all the way in and bumped her tunnels end. She was just as wet as she used to get too.
"Fuck," she said softly. "I've missed you. I haven't felt the bump in forever."
She pulled forward and then pushed back. I could feel her lips spread and juice leak down to my balls as she bottomed out again. She pushed her hands on my chest and arched her back. It pushed a little deeper. I moaned in pleasure.
I twisted her nipple lightly as she lifted just her lower half up. My cock left the tightness of her tunnel slowly. It felt the cold of the room as her juice made it slick. It pushed into her hole easily as she returned down and groaned again. Bump!
"Fuck," she cried. "Daddy, I've missed you. I'm so wet I'm ready to cum."
"Cum with me daddy," she cried.
She pulled away and rolled her hips. I came all the way out and rested on just her lips. She rolled her hips again and my cock split her as it tunneled down to her womb.
"Cum," I cried. 3 years of frustration was ready to release.
"Daddy, yes," she cried. Her pussy tightened and released as she pulled up and sank again. My cock washed her cunt walls with cum. Ribbon after ribbon of hot cum blasted her as her pussy clenched and creamed. The over flow rolled out the sides and down onto me.
My curly hairs and nuts were soaked. It ran down my ass and into the bed. We continued to cum. The room spun and moans filled the midafternoon air. Two lovers had finally reunited.
She dropped onto my chest and kissed me. We both breathed hard as we recovered. My cock wouldn't deflate as we rested. It kept us from leaking from her and making a further mess. She smiled so happy and content. I was glad she was back.
She reached around and found her robe. She dismounted from me and quickly shoved it under her. Her pink little pussy drooled cum onto the material before she laid back on me. Her pussy still looked and felt as tight as it had 3 years ago.
"I love you, daddy," she sighed.
"Love you too, Zoey," I said.
"Promise," she asked?
"Always," I replied.
She kissed me before getting up to go to the bathroom. She returned and covered herself in a new robe.
"I'm hungry, want something," she asked?
We sat at the table outside in the evening sun. It was much warmer and nicer now then this morning. It was around 75 outside and perfect. I could see why she had chosen here. This was paradise year around.
"Ms. Lewis," Miranda started. "The locks are changed, the key code reset, and the cleaning for today is done."
"Thank you Miranda," Zoey replied. "You can go on home if you like. I will still count your hours."
"Are you sure Ms. Lewis," she asked?
"Yes, most certainly," Zoey replied.
"Oh, thank you," she cried. "I see you tomorrow then." She hustled out the door.
I looked at Zoey. She was in thought.
"How are we going to do this," she asked? "Us I mean. We can't be open like this in public, I'm too well known."
"In public, we are father and daughter" I said. "When we are here, we are lovers."
"Ok, lover," she teased. "You still remember how to caddy?"
"Yeah, why," I asked?
"I just fired my caddy," she said. "Or, he fired himself."
"I'm going to need to get to know your game again but I would love to tote your bag around and follow your sweet ass around the course," I replied. "We can start tomorrow."
"Why not tonight," she asked?
"You're going to be busy," I teased. "I've got 3 years of lost time to make up for."
"Oh, daddy," she cried.
I leaned over and playfully kissed her. She giggled softly and kissed me back. I felt young again as I worked my way down her neck to her collar bone. I gently untied the knot on the robe as I kissed her soft skin on the throat. She moan gently as my hand parted her robe.
My fingers touched her clit as I worked her neck with my lips. She let soft moans escape as I circled her engorged clit.
"Mum, god that's nice," she sighed. "It's been so long since I've been touched properly." I didn't question what she meant. I worked my mouth over her nipple and gently pulled it with my teeth.
I continued down kissing her softly, worshipping her soft skin as I went down. She leaned back onto the soft arm rest as I reached the apex of her legs. I removed my fingers from her pussy and gently licked the soft puffy folds. I was taken back to 3 years ago when everything was right between us. This was present day and things were getting back on track. I sunk my tongue deep into her creaming hole and swirled.
"Oh, god," she moaned. "You haven't forgotten what I like have you daddy."
"How could I forget," I asked? "I remember it like it was yesterday."
"I'm sorry," she sighed as my tongue sank into her again.
I paused for a second. "Quit apologizing and keep the past in the past." My tongue rolled her clit.
"Yes, daddy," she moaned loudly.
I worked her clit gently as I enjoyed her juice that flowed hot and sticky.
"Lay on your back," she ordered.
I lay flat on the bench as she dropped her robe on the ground. She pulled my shorts off. My cock slapped my belly splattering precum as it sprung back up. She dropped her dripping cunt over my face as she lay on my body. Her mouth covered my shaft in one swift move as I dove back into her hole.
"Your mouth feels good on my cock," I groaned as it hit the back of her throat. She moaned her approval as I parted her lips and teased her clit with my tongue again.
She continued to bob up and down expertly on my cock as I worked quickly on her clit to make her cum. I wanted to fuck her again but I was enjoying her cock teasing mouth.
I sucked her clit into my mouth and rolled my tongue over it.
"Fuck, that feels good," she moaned. "Keep going and I'm going to soak your face."
I slapped her ass cheek and watched it jiggle gently. Her ass was soft but firm. I loved it. A wicked thought crossed my mind. I took my finger and teased her asshole gently. I continued rolling her clit and softly probed her. I got just the tip in and let it sit there for a second to see her reaction.
She gently bit the base of my cock and held it as I pushed in a little further. She released and coughed a little.
"Naughty boy," she teased.
She didn't tell me to stop so I slowly started working it in and out. She returned down on my cock and bit the base again. Her mouth felt good on my cock. I flattened out my tongue and flicked it hard on the protruding nub.
"Oh, fuck, yes," she cried. "Daddy, I'm going to cum. Yes, lick my clit and finger fuck my asshole. Make me cum you bad boy."
Her cunt flooded my mouth with juice as she came. She writhed on my tongue as she bucked her hips. She abandon my cock which was a blessing since I was close to shooting off.
I softly licked as she glowed with pleasure. Her cum tasted as good as I remembered. I stopped licking and slowly pulled my finger from her ass. She moaned as it popped free. She sat up and laid spooned next to me.
"That was good," she sighed.
My cock found her ass and she pushed it between her legs so it rested across her puss.
"I'm still a virgin back there, don't go getting any ideas," she teased.
I parted her legs and pushed my cock into her soaked hole.
"This is the only hole I want right now," I moaned. I sunk all the way into her.
"Gawd, I hope so," she sighed. "I wouldn't walk right for a week if you put that in my ass."
I pushed her leg up. She turned slightly and rested it on the back of the bench allowing me more room to push into her.
"We wouldn't want that," I teased. "Bad enough you are going to be sore on this end." I pushed deep into her as she moaned.
"Try me daddy," she said coyly. "I can still fuck like an 18 year old." She had that wicked smile on her face as she turned her head.
I pulled back and pushed into her hard again. I kissed her and squeezed a tit for good measure.
"Fuck me, daddy," she cried. "Fuck me like you haven't seen me in 3 years. Punish me for being a bad girl and hurting you so much."
I started pumping at a good pace. The bench softly shifted as my balls slapped her with each thrust.
"I'm going to fuck you like I haven't seen you in 3 years," I retorted. "All that other stuff is over with. I got you and that's all that matters now."
"Yes, fuck me daddy," she cried. "Fuck me and make me cum all over your cock. Gawd I've missed this cock."
I continued plunging into her wet little hole. We slapped together and made the bench shuffle around in the fading Pacific sunset.
"Fuck my wet cunt and make me cum again," she cried. "Gawd, I haven't felt this alive in years. Fuck me daddy, come on, fuck me. I want to cum hard on your fat cock."
"Cum you little vixen," I groaned. My cock swelled and started fire inside of her.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," she cried. I flooded her cunt with my hot spunk.
We spooned together and watched the sun sink into the ocean as we rested and just enjoyed each other.
"I love this," I sighed. "This feels so right."
"Yes it does, daddy," she agreed.
We lay together, until the last sliver of sunlight fell into the ocean, listening to some oldies station on the radio. The sky turned a light hue of orange with some pinks and purples mixed in. It was time to head into the house and continue to snuggle in her bed.
We both stood and started for the house.
"You know what this place needs," I said.
"You better not say a fucking hot tub, everyone says that," she laughed.
I chuckled as she read my mind.
"I'll get Miranda to call somebody in the morning," she sighed.
"Think of the possibilities," I teased.
Maybe there is a happy ending after all. We continued to be lovers behind closed doors. It wasn't the perfect life but it was one we wanted to share together. Somehow it felt right. In public I was just her daddy and her caddy. I loved being out there with her. I felt at peace being with her and being on the golf course. She went on the win the open again that year and by 15 shots. Not every week was like that. She had her ups and downs but through it all we had each other.
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It was the start of summer when Zoey first arrived at her aunt's house a week ago, which coincidently was next door to me. Zoey was housesitting while her aunt was on a month long vacation in Europe. Zoey had just finished her freshman year in college and had the tightest little body on her 5 foot frame that could make almost any guy cum just looking at it. The best thing about that is that she really seemed to like to show her young body off to all of the neighborhood men. She looked her best when she went out for her early morning jogs.
It was the first Saturday after she moved in when I saw her take off for her morning jog. Wearing her short little blue shorts and sports bra and her long blond hair tied in a ponytail made my cock begin to harden and make my imagination dream of all the nasty little things I would love to do to her. I knew that I wasn't the only guy in the neighborhood thinking the same way. Even if some of the guys had daughters older than her. I was constantly checking for her arrival home just to see her again.
It was almost an hour later when I finally caught sight of her returning home. She stopped at the front steps of her aunt's home to stretch her legs. I caught a glance of my neighbor Bill accidently run over his wife's flowers as he was enjoying the view of Zoey alternating raising her legs up onto the top step stretching her sexy little legs. Damn she is hot. After a few moments she finally went into her house leaving me with a hard cock and I imagine Bill had one also.
I went to turn on the TV trying to get the image of Zoey out of my mind. After a few moments my doorbell rings. When I get to the door it is Bill dashing any hopes of my fantasy coming true.
"Damn, Joe, did you see that little thing out there showing off for me?" Bill exhuberantly asked.
"That's funny," I responded. "I thought she was doing it for me." We both laughed joking about what we would like to do to her when I hear a knock at my back door. To my pleasant surprise it is Zoey.
"HI, Joe, my aunt's old water heater finally quit working and it won't be replaced until tomorrow. Do you mind if I use yours?"
"Not at all help yourself. It's the second door on the right upstairs."
She starts to walk up the stairs when she finally notices Bill."Hi, Bill."
Bill is speechless at first but finally tells her hello back. She continues up the steps still wearing her jogging outfit. Sweat causing her clothing to cling on her young hot body perfectly. When she gets to the top of the stairs she looks down at us seeing us gazing with lust back at her causing her to smile and wink at us. When she gets to the doorway she stops so we can can see her taking the bra off as she enters the bathroom. All we see is her back to us wearing only the blue little shorts. She starts to to pull down her shorts as she disappears through the doorway. Leaving Bill and I staring at one another with our eyes about as big as baseballs.
We hear the water being turned on and Bill and I get the same idea at the same time. We both start up the stairs at the same time and slowly walk up them wondering what will happen next. We get to the open bathroom door waiting for her to tell us to get out. When we enter the bathroom we see her in the middle of her shower with the shower door left open letting us watch her hard naked body. She is beautiful.
She finally finishes her shower and steps out.
"Did you enjoy the show fellas?" We were speechless and could only shake our heads yes. Then she says, "I have watched you and the other men in the neighborhood staring at me thinking that I don't notice but I do and it makes me very hot. So I thought I would give you a show. Do you have any ideas on what you want to do to me next?"
We didn't need anymore encouragement. In no time we were all naked and Zoey was taking turn sucking our cocks. We make her stop and carry her wet newly showered body into the bedroom. Bill sits on the bed on his knees and grabs Zoey roughly by her hair and pulls her mouth up and down hard on his cock. This position left her bent over at the waist at the foot of the bed leaving me a view of that beautiful little ass. Then I hear Bill say to Zoey.
"You know that we are going to fuck the hell out of you, don't you?"
"Don't be too rough. I have had sex only twice."
Bill and I smile at each other as I move in behind her. I want to set the tone very quickly so she knows what she has gotten herself into. I have dreamed of this moment since the first day she moved in next door. I put my cock at the entrance of her ass and start to push myself inside of her. She tells me "stop that hurts I don't like it."
I don't stop until I am all the way inside of her tight little ass. I think she realizes she is in for a lot more than she imagined. I gently pull her head by the hair and ask her.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?"
"No. I don't think I want to either. It hurts."
Well, maybe we can try this another time. Put Bill's cock back in her mouth."
Bill liked her sucking his cock but he is disappointed that I am pulling my cock out of her little ass. When I am all the way out I can hear catch her breath again. Then I give Bill a little wink and he knows what is about to happen and shoves his cock all the way in her mouth and holds her so she can't pull away. I shove my cock all the way back in her ass and you can hear her muffled scream with Bill's cock in her mouth.
"I changed my mind" I tell her as I just stay still with my cock all the way inside. "You will learn to like this.
So then I begin to fuck her ass hard and fast. At first she resisted but I could tell she was starting to enjoy it. Bill and I are relentless as we work in unison fucking her mouth and ass as hard as we can. Zoey is turning into an animal with her little body shoving her ass back at me meeting every thrust of my cock. I know that I can't last much longer so I shove my cock all the way in one last time and I cum......and I cum.....and I cum. When I pull out her sweaty body is still acting like it is still getting fucked.
"My turn!"
Bill and I switch places. She doesn't want to at first but she finally takes my cock into her mouth while Bill gets behind her. He unceremoniously plows his cock in her ass. Bill is a madman as he ferociously fucks her ass. His grunts echo throughout the room quieting Zoey's moans of pleasure.
You love this Zoey, don't you?"
"Fuck!" She screams as she takes my cock out of her mouth. "Harder. Fuck my ass harder. I love it. I love your cocks in my ass."
Bill needed know more prodding as he steps up his assault on her little ass. I am impressed at Bill's endurance and how Zoey is holding up. Zoey has buried her face into the bed to keep her screams muffled as Bill keeps pounding her ass. Then I can tell he is about to cum and he shoves his cock all the way in her ass and just holds it there and the with a long loud grunt he begins cumming in her ass. He stays inside for awhile longer with a look of pure satisfaction on his face.
When he pulls out of Zoey cum starts to drain out of her ass. It is amazing watching some of the two loads of cum ooze down the inside of her thighs. Bills takes her by the hair and pulls off the bed onto her knees. "Clean me off so I can go home." She readily does it and when she is finished to Bill's satisfaction he gets dressed and leaves without saying a word. I can tell she is exhausted and carry her into the bathroom and help her shower again. When we are done I carry her naked body back to the bedroom and place her on the bed to rest awhile. She lies on her stomach because that hot little ass is very sore. So I bend down and whisper in her ear.
"You liked that didn't you?" I asked her.
"Yes. I loved getting my ass fucked hard."
What are you Zoey? "
"I am your dirty little whore aren't I. "
"Yes Zoey, you are. For at least three more weeks.
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A week had gone by and Zoey had never left my house. She spends all her days and nights completely naked and always ready to fuck. In fact the only clothes she has worn in my house were the blue shorts and bra she wore over to my house to use my shower. I have no complaints as I get to fuck her before I go to work and when I come home. She particularly enjoys getting her ass fucked hard and fast.
Her appetite for sex is growing at an alarming pace. Even when we are not fucking she will almost always be rubbing or fingering her little pussy and her tight ass. I know I should feel guilty about turning her into a whore but I don't because she is my little whore. She will do anything I want or ask her to do.
I tell her that I think she needs to get out of the house a little more instead of being cooped in all day by herself. I know that on a couple of times Bill has snuck over to fuck her when I was away at work but I don't mind and don't let her know that I know. I have something very special planned for her today.
Today is her twentieth birthday and I give her her a present to open. When she opens the gift she pulls out a sexy little black dress and a pair of black high heels and stockings. I tell her to go upstairs and put them on so I can see what she looks like. A half hour later she strolls down the stairs looking like a million bucks. She may very well be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
"Are you wearing panties, Zoey?"
"No. I know you don't want me to wear any. Besides, I love the feel of not wearing any. It makes feel like a dirty little whore." She giggled after that last comment.
"Just as long as you know whose dirty little whore you are."
I opened the car door for her and let her in. I quickly run to the drivers side and hop in also. When I shut my door and start the car up I turn to look at Zoey in time to see her remove her fingers from her pussy and put them in my mouth to taste her.
"I know I am your dirty little whore."
I just smile as I put the car in drive and we take off for our evening out. First, however, I needed to stop by my place of business and check on a few things. The whole drive over Zoey can't keep her hands off or out of her pussy making me very hard watching her. She notices this and gets on all fours on the front seat to give a little road head on the way. I have a hard time concentrating as she continues to try to suck the cum right out of my cock. I am almost ready to cum when a hear someone honk their horn. It is a semi truck looking over giving me the thumbs up on what he is watching. So I pull Zoeys little dress up around her waist giving the old truck driver the view of the most perfect ass he will ever see. Then I blow my load in her mouth and she pulls off my cock. I tell her, "don't swallow yet. I want you to turn around and look out your window and let that truck driver see it roll down your chin."
So you do it and I can tell the man is jerking himself off watching her. I speed up driving ahead of him and she sits there smiling knowing she just made two men cum. She rides the rest of the way with her skirt hiked up and her feet on the dashboard sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy. The look on her face lets me know she enjoys the sensation but would really like my cock inside of her.
We finally get to my business and tell her to come in with me. It shouldn't take too long. When we get to the door I notice it isn't locked and when we enter I realize some other people are there. It was Mark, Scott and Dale working a little overtime on a project they are working on. I was hoping they would be here like they are every Saturday. When we walk in I tell everyone hi and then I introduce them to Zoey. They all are excited to finally meet the girl I had been telling them about. You could see all of their cocks start to get aroused. Zoey could sense this and her legs began to tremble in anticipation. Is this what I was giving her for her birthday? She could only hope.
I whisper in her ear. "Would you like to fuck these guys Zoey"
"Yes. Only if you want me to."
"I want you to." I then stepped behind her and slowly unzipped her dress and she let it fall to the floor leaving her only wearing her high heal and stockings. Mark and Scott quickly get undressed and Mark takes the initiative and helped her out of her shoes and stockings. They have heard my stories about her and couldn't wait to take their turns. Mark picks Zoey's naked body up and takes her into my office. He places her on the couch on her back with her head dangling over the armrest. He places her left foot on the floor and puts her right leg up on the back of the couch leaving her pussy open for business. Mark buries his face in her pussy and starts to eat her pussy up while Scott moves to her head and pulls it down over the armrest as far as it will go and shoves his cock in her greedy mouth.
Scott has his cock all the way in her mouth and holds it there.
Scott tells Zoey, "that is a good little whore taking all my cock. I want you to rub your throat and see how far I am in your throat."
Zoey does this and a smile crosses her face. She seems to feel pride in her sucking abilities. By now Mark is done eating her pussy and all he wants to do is fuck her. He puts his cock at the entrance of her pussy and shoves it all the way inside her. Mark and Scott begin to get a rhythm going and begin their assault on her pussy and mouth. Zoey is in heaven as she enjoys the two men having their way with her. Suddenly they stop and Scott lays on the floor. Mark carries Zoey over to Scott and helps her slide her pussy down on Marks cock. The other three of us watch her ride Scott for awhile and then Mark goes over to her and shoves his cock down her throat. Dale who hadn't been involved or even said a word starts to undress.
Mark was the first to notice Dale
and his eyes lit up with a look of shock and maybe a little fear. When I looked at Dale I could see why. His cock was huge and there was only one hole available in Zoey. Scott saw the movement of Dale and he had the same look as Mark when he saw Dale's cock. Zoey was oblivious to what was about to happen. Dale got down on his knees behind my little Zoey and placed his cock at her ass. Mark and Scott had quit moving and I was speechless as he slowly pushed his cock inside of her a little at time. Zoey now knew what we knew. She was in for a world of hurt. She couldn't help but hold her breath as the invasion of her ass slowly worked its way in her. I could tell it was hurting her but she never would tell him to stop because she wouldn't want to disappoint me.
After what seemed like ten minutes Dale was all the way inside and just held it there for a few more minutes. I can't believe that cock fit in that little ass. He slowly started to pull out of her ass and when he was almost out slammed it back in as hard as he could. She screamed very loud which turned the men on and they all worked together giving her the fucking of her life. Her little body was being treated like a rag doll as the three men were showing her no mercy. Her screams of pain turned into screams of lust as they pummeled her body as hard as they could. Dale was an animal as he continued to punish her little ass. I watched in amazement as my little whore kept screaming that she was cumming. This sent Scott over the edge as when she came all over his cock he cummed inside her. Mark was next as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot a huge load of cum all over face. Mark slid out from under Zoey and Dale kept up his assault on my Zoey. While he kept fucking her ass I took Zoey by the hair and shoved my cock in her mouth. Dale and I worked her ass and mouth in a good rhythm and then I could tell Dale was about to cum. He pulled out and walked around to her and started jacking himself off in front of her face.
Meanwhile I moved behind Zoey and shoved my cock in her ass. After the fucking Dale's cock gave her little ass I couldn't feel anything at first. After a few moments her ass tightened around my cock and I started fucking her for all I was worth. While I was fucking her Dale was still trying to make himself cum. Then he finally did. He shot load after load after load of cum all over my Zoey's face. It looked as though a horse had cum all over her. That was just too much for me to watch and I cum inside Zoey's ass. Meanwhile Mark and Scott were hard again.
They each worked their hands in a frenzy up and down their cocks. Mark was first as he came all over Zoeys face. There was so much cum she couldn't even open her eyes. Scott was getting close to cumming when he got behind her and slammed his cock all the way in her ass and held it there until he came inside her.
The three men got dressed and left without saying a word leaving Zoey and I alone in my office.
After a few moments of silence, Zoey finally spoke up.
"Thanks for the birthday present. Did I do good? "
"Yes you did." I tell her. "You are the perfect little whore. My little whore."
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The next day I could tell that Zoey's ass was really hurting. So I didn't fuck her that Sunday but we spent the day naked in bed lazily watching TV. Though she was more than willing to suck my cock several times throughout the day. She spent most of the day sleeping, however, no doubt recovering from the day before.
When I awoke Monday morning
I watch her gorgeous naked body laying peacefully on her stomach. I can't control myself, as I love touching her, and begin to move my hands up and down her body. I stop at her ass and just leave them there for awhile enjoying the feel of her skin. Then I take a couple of my fingers and slowly slide them inside her pussy and her body responds while she is still sleeping. Zoey is moving her hips in unison with my fingers no doubt thinking she is dreaming of getting fucked. This goes on for several minutes until her wet dream becomes a reality and she cums all over my hand. This causes her to awaken, startled at first, then a smile comes over her face as she sees me licking my fingers. She realizes it wasn't a dream.
This makes her horny as hell as she pushes me on my back and slams her pussy down on my hard cock and starts to ride me like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. There is a fire in her eyes that I hadn't seen before as she continues to ride my cock. There is also a certain violence to her movements as she can't get herself to ride me hard enough. So I flip her over to switch positions and I drive my cock inside her as hard and fast as I can. Every scream of hers is met with my very loud grunts as we work together in fucking her little pussy. Then, finally, I cum inside her. I wait before pulling my cock out enjoying the feel of it and my cum inside her. Then she takes me in her mouth and cleans me off. Unfortunately, I need to get ready and go to work. Before I leave, however, I tell her that I bought her some more clothes that I want her to wear around the house. They are hanging in the closet.
When I got to work the first people to come into my office were the three stooges. Mark, Scott and Dale. I personally thanked Dale for hurting Zoey's little ass as I haven't been able to fuck her ass for the last two days. Dale apologized but I don't think he was serious. However, all the guys would like another turn on her. I made no promises, though.
On my way home I almost rearend another car fantasizing about Zoey's ass. I think I am addicted to her and can't get enough. When I pull into my driveway I am surprised to see Bill's wife standing on my front porch. She is several years older than Bill and even at fifty years old she still looks good. She and Bill have had an arrangement. He can fuck any woman he wants and she can't fuck any other man.
When I walk up to greet her all she says is,"I want to meet your little whore who is fucking Bill. " She said it with no malice in her voice. Just matter of factlike. I was reluctant at first then I tell her "she is inside."
Alice and I walk inside and Zoey is in the kitchen washing dishes. However , she was wearing the outfit I had bought her. It was a short blue and green skirt, much like private school girls wear, and a tight white top which she had rolled and tied up above her belly button. She also had her hair tied up in two ponytails instead of one.
I could tell Alice was impressed with Zoey's beauty. I think she even licked her lips. It made me wonder what she is up to.
"Are you the little whore who has been fucking my husband Bill!" Alice asked raising her voice.
Zoey was shocked at first but then calmly responded. "Yes maam, I am. He said you wouldn't mind."
Alice uses her finger to motion for Zoey to come over to where Alice and I are standing. Zoey doesn't even hesitate and walks over to us. My cock is getting hard just looking at Zoey in her school girl outfit. Is it possible for her to look hotter with clothing than without.
The two women stand face to face and I don't know what is about to happen. Suddenly, Alice yanks on one of Zoey's ponytail's and forces her to follow her to the end of the couch. Alice bends Zoey at the waist and has Zoey place her hands on the armrest for support. Still holding on to her hair she whispers in Zoey's ear. "It's my turn for some fun."
Alice let's go of Zoey's hair but not before giving her ponytail one hard yank causing Zoey to give a little yelp in discomfort. Alice works her hands down Zoey's back and stops when she gets to Zoeys ass. She flips the skirt up onto Zoey's back revealing Zoey's pantiless little ass. I can tell that Alice is getting really turned on looking at Zoey. Alice slowly undresses never taking her eyes off of Zoey. My cock starts to get hard watching Alice's naked body before me. She doesn't have the body of a fifty year old.
Alice pushes her naked body up against Zoey and she asks , "Have you ever been with a woman Zoey? This woman is going to give you something to remember."
She moved away from Zoey and just stares at my dirty little whore's ass all the while sliding her fingers in her own pussy. Then Alice walks over to the front door and brings a little travel bag over to Zoey. I never noticed the bag before now. I watch Alice reach into the bag and pull something out. All I see is a wooden handle with several long leather strands hanging from it. Before I can say anything Alice gives Zoey a hard whack on her ass and Zoey screams but not too loudly. Then I hear and see another whack. It sounds like the crack of lightning echoing in the room. With the same suddenness of lightning Alice continues her assault on my Zoey. Zoey loves it as she cums down her leg. Alice stops and pushes her body back onto Zoeys and yanks on her her again.
"You liked that didn't you, you little whore."
Zoey didn't say anything as I see a little fear registering on her face. Alice saw it too and dragged Zoey over to the front of the couch and had her sit on the floor and arch her head back onto the seat cushion. Alice then climbed on the couch and straddled Zoey's face forcing Zoey to eat her pussy. Zoey loved it and worked Alice's pussy with her tongue. When Alice grabbed Zoey by the hair forcing forcing Zoey's mouth and tongue to work harder and faster I felt the need to get involved.
While Alice was still straddling Zoey's face I moved behind Alice and started sliding my cock up and down the crack of her ass testing her to see if she wanted it. She never objected and I slammed my cock into her pussy all the way inside her and startling both her and Zoey. I have always wanted to fuck Alice and start to fuck her as hard as I can partly to get a little revenge for Zoey's whipping. Zoey slipped out from beneath Alice and she moved to the front of Alice grabbing Alice's hair and making Alice eat her pussy. Zoey was getting aggressive with her as she kept grinding her pussy on Alice's face. I pull my cock out of Alic'e pussy and without any hesitation I drive it all the way in Alice's ass. She screams in surprise but I can't stop as I continue to drive my cock in and out of her ass at a furious pace. Zoey enjoys watching Alice's ass being punished calling Alice a dirty little whore who likes being fucked in the ass. I can't last much longer so I pull out and spin Alice around to face me and I shove my cock down her throat and cum down her throat.
Alice is still trying to catch her breath stunned that the tables turned on her. Out of the corner of my eye I see Zoey moving around to be by my side.
"Can I play with this old whore some more. I have something special for her." Zoey asked me.
"I don't see why not do you Alice? "
Alice didn't say a word. She came in my house to punish Zoey but now Zoey will get to punish her. Zoey orders Alice to sit up on to the couch and to spread her legs as wide as she can. Alice, the good whore, does as she is told. Zoey begins to slide a finger in Alice's wet pussy. She slowly moves it in and out and soon slides a second finger inside her, never stopping her slow pace. Alice loves it when Zoey slides a third finger inside Alice never letting up her slow pace. I can see Alice cumming on Zoey's hand and then Zoey slides a fourth finger into Alice's pussy. The fourth finger made the pace even slower but Alice was enjoying the sensation so far. Then Zoey did it. She had her whole fist inside of Alice and Alice came uncontrollably as Zoey kept moving her hand inside Alice. With every movement of Zoey's hand Alice would cum again. She was getting very loud so I climbed up on the couch and shoved my hard again cock into her mouth as Zoey kept up her assault on Alice.
Alice's body was shaking uncontrollably as Zoey and I work her body over. I continue to fuck Alice's face and Zoey keeps fucking Alice's pussy with her hand. I finally pull my cock out and cum all over Alice's face. I climb back off the couch and watch Zoey continue to fuck Alice with her hand. I reach out to Zoey's hand and help her slowly take her hand out of Alice. As soon as her hand is removed from Alice's stretched pussy, Alice squirts an unbelievable amount of cum soaking Zoey, me and my couch.
When Alice regains her breath she gets off the couch and puts her clothes back on. Before she leaves, though, she goes up to Zoey and gives her a long hard kiss. Zoey, my dirty little whore, has a new friend.
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I fired up the laptop and sat in the chair. I waited quietly in the dark room while it loaded and connected to the net. There we go I thought. I clicked on the icon and the world opened up to me.
I typed in the usual address and looked to see what they had to offer for porn today. I skipped over the big fake tits getting drilled by monster cocks stuff. That was old and boring. I wanted something new, something different.
New at home would have been nice but that wasn't happening. My wife was skinny and had a zest for life when we married 20 years ago. Time had expanded her waist line and shrank her activity level. She hadn't worked a job in 17 years. Well, a steady one anyway. She would work an odd job here and there for friends but it never lasted long. She was content to sit at home and raise the two kids and eat. It is a sad thing to say but it's true. She had great ambition to do this with her life or do that but when it came time to do it, she would let the deadline pass.
Our sex life dried up too. The result was I searched for porn and beat off into a towel when she was out doing what ever it was she did. I didn't bother to ask, I just worked and brought home the money.
Divorce wasn't an option. I had worked at my current job for 25 years now. I wasn't giving up half my pension and half of the stuff that I had worked for. I had to work another 10 years to keep us afloat so the kids could get through college. That's a whole other subject.
I did enjoy my life away from the wife. I went and golfed 2 or 3 days a week. I gardened around the house. I even went fishing sometimes. That was my life. Work, golf, kids when they wanted something, and porn.
Amateur of the day I saw. Interested I clicked. The blue circle turned away while the site loaded. Hope this is a good one I thought. It buffered and then the screen opened. My jaw hit the desk. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"Hello," said the camera man said.
"Hi," said the girl. She was wearing a fancy red dress and had her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing light make up and looked fantastic. It was the best I had ever seen her look. I shook my head again as he asked her for her name. I said it before the girl did. I had said the name for 18 plus years.
"Zoey," she replied. A big smile crossed her face.
"Zoey, ah I like that name," he said.
"Thank you," she replied politely.
"How old are you Zoey," he asked?
"Just over 18," she replied.
"Very nice," he said. She giggled a cute little giggle.
"Do you like to suck cock," he asked bluntly?
"Hey asshole," I said. "That's my daughter." Of course he couldn't hear me but it was a reaction.
"Yes," she replied cheerfully.
"What," I asked? As if I expected a different answer given what I was watching and the site I was at. Why was I still watching I asked as he asked another question? I couldn't click off even though I knew I should and I knew what was to come.
"Do you swallow," he asked during my thoughts?
"I do but it's not my favorite," she replied.
"That's to bad," he said. "Pretty face like yours should swallow." She giggled her little girl giggle.
"Do you like to fuck," he asked?
"Oh yeah," she smiled.
"How many guys have you been with," he asked? That peaked my interest.
"I've had four boyfriends and that's my number," she said. Those assholes I thought quickly about them.
"Only four," he said.
"I'm not a slut," she teased.
"Oh, then what brings you here," he asked?
"Well it's not for the money," she joked.
"Yeah first one's free," he laughed back.
"What," I asked rather annoyed?
"I guess just for fun, do something different," she replied honestly.
"Well, you ready to suck and fuck," he asked eagerly?
"Oh yes," she replied cheerfully. Click the X part of my brain screamed, the other let the show go on.
Next picture was her face with her big brown eyes looking up at him with a cock in her mouth. My sweet little girl was bobbing slowly over his average sized cock. Well at least he won't split her in half I thought. And it's white too.
She expertly slid up and down on his shaft. He grunted his approval as she licked the tip. Click the 'X' one half of my brain screamed again. I let it go.
The next scene was a side view of her still sucking his cock. He had a hand tangled up in her hair pulling the back of her head down his shaft. She smartly put her hand on his shaft to prevent him from forcing her head down to far.
I'm bigger then him I thought as I felt my cock through my shorts. He groaned as she sucked the tip and gently tugged the rest. She released and dipped a little lower to lick his balls. Humm I looked as she tongued his left nut. His unit was hanging out from his pants.
"What, you couldn't take your pants off to do this to her," I asked? His hand released her hair as he groaned. She had sucked his whole nut into her mouth. It popped back out as she smiled up at him.
She returned to his cock and spit on it before descending down it. He grunted his pleasure as her nose touched his trimmed pubes. She coughed and gagged before retreating. She teased the tip with her tongue to regain her composure before returning down all the way. She held it and even stuck her tongue out and licked his balls.
"Oh my god," he groaned. "Nobody's done that to me before." She retreated and giggled. She returned down and repeated it again.
"Where is that cock at baby," he asked?
"Baby," I said. "Who the fuck you calling baby." That's my little girl I thought. Not so little anymore I realized. My cock wasn't either. What is wrong with me I asked myself?
"My mouth," she replied as she licked the tip.
"No, where is at," he asked her again? She bobbed back down and cupped his balls with her hand.
She retreated off and said, "In my throat."
"Oh fuck yeah it is," he groaned as she went back down again.
"You ready to get fucked," he asked expectantly?
"Um hum," she replied, cock still in her mouth. She pulled off his cock. A string of spit dribbled off his dick as she looked up at him. She wiped her lips as she smiled.
The camera panned back around to look down at her from the front. She started to stand and smiled at him as she did. She wiped her chin off as she stood there looking sweetly back at the camera.
"You have a very comfortable mouth," he said.
"Thanks I guess," she replied still smiling.
"It's big and sexy," he said. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue to say ahh to him. They both laughed.
She did have big puffy lips I thought. They were perfect for cock sucking I had told myself way before I was seeing this. I slapped myself and said fathers shouldn't think of thier daughters this way. It wasn't helping me now.
She smiled back into the camera as they stopped laughing. Her big brown eyes and defined cheekbones lit up the screen.
"My mouth my be big and comfortable but my pussy isn't," she teased. I raised my eyebrows and looked at her. I had never heard her talk like this except for the occasional shit, damn, and ass. This was not my little girl.
"I will be the judge of that," he said as he panned the camera down her legs.
"Damn you're tall," he said.
"Yup," she replied. He panned back up her well toned and tanned legs she got from many rounds of golf with me.
"How tall are you," he asked her?
"4ft 23in," she replied quickly without missing a beat. She got her funny side from me.
"Ah, um," the camera guy stuttered.
"English please," he asked?
"5ft 11in," she replied with a laugh.
He panned back down at her legs again. They looked longer then they were in the short and wavy red dress she was in.
"That's as tall as I am," he said. "But you look much sexyier," he continued.
"Why thank you," she said. She smiled at him. She wasn't at all shy in front of the camera. She had always been this way. Outgoing and stubburn, always striving to do things her way. She got that outgoing thing from her mom and apparently she got this wild streak from her too. Her mom was a wild child before we met. Always out doing things way to grown up for her age but never getting into trouble. I didn't think Zoey would take it this far but I knew she was going to be trouble.
"Well I want to see where those legs go," he said. She smiled as he put his hand on her shoulder. He guided her to sit down on the bed. She obliged and started to sit. She pulled her dress up over her hips and started to ball the material up around her hips as her ass reached the mattress. It stayed in place as she leaned back on her elbows. Her legs dangled off the bed and hung open with herself exposed.
My hand flew to the mouse and grabbed it. I scrolled over to the 'X' and hovered over it. Did I really want to see this. Did I really want to see my sweet little Zoey get fucked.
"Fuck it, I'm going to hell," I said. My hand left the mouse and went to my cock. I rubbed it gently through my shorts. My wife and I had joked about her doing girls gone wild or something like this when she was little so I guess in my subconscious I was prepared for this.
He panned down towards her pussy as he stepped forward. It wasn't a straight in look but more of an over the top looking down view of her. I couldn't see all the details of her pussy.
I could see that she was shaved and her outer lips were puffy with excitment. Her clit protruded from her soft and little inner lips. It looked just like her moms except with less fat around it and it didn't seem to sag as much. It was probably tighter too I thought. She definitly got her skinny genes from me I thought as I noticed her hip bones sticking out as she pulled her legs a little farther apart.
I could barly see her pussy now but it opened just slightly. Then I noticed and odd detail.
"Where are your tan lines," I asked? Her legs were a deep tan up to where her shorts should be. Then it was a lighter tan all over the rest.
"Little shit tans naked," I said.
The camera zoned out slightly and his cock came into view.
"Looks nice," he said.
"Hum," she teased as he panned to her face. I reached for the mouse again as he panned back down.
Ok, I could deal with seeing her box. It could be anybodies pussy I thought. He grabbed his cock and ran it up and down her slit. He teased her clit for a second before pulling away. Her legs spread a little wider in anticipation as a soft moan escaped her lips.
"You're wet," he said. He zoomed in on his cock. It glistened with her juice.
"It's been a while since I've had sex," she revealed. "Since the last time I had a boyfriend."
That's like four months I thought. That's when she dumped him for cheating apparently. I didn't care to get all the info from my wife.
"Well, we are going to change that," he said confidently. He focused his camera on her cunt and pushed the head of his cock into her waiting hole. Her lips split and in he went.
"Oh fuck yeah," she moaned. "God it's been a long time since I've felt a cock in my pussy."
"Zoey," I said aloud. "Such harsh language."
"Damn, you are tight," he puffed as she moaned again with pleasure.
"Fuck," I said as I pulled my cock from my shorts and started to tug on it softly.
"Yes, fuck me, oh yes, fuck me," she cried.
I'm going to burn in hell I reassured myself as I continued to pull on my cock. Suddenly a dark thought crossed my mind. He didn't rubber up before diving in.
"The wife is going to have some explaining to do when I find her birth control," I said with an evil grin. She assured me Zoey wasn't having sex. I knew she had but it was one of those things you didn't want to admit.
The scene switched and camera man was behind Zoey railing her.
"Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck yes," she cried. "Oh yes, you are hitting the spot." He spun the camera to her face. There she was all scrunched up in pleasure.
"Yes, fuck me good," she cried as she saw the camera. She smiled as he pushed harder from behind. I even tugged my cock a little harder.
"Fuck yeah, god make me cum you fucker," she yelled.
He slapped her ass and pulled the camera away from her face just as the blow registered in her mind. Her face twisted as he panned down her body. The red dress was twisted up around her mid section. Her tight ass came into view then his cock sawing into her pussy as she started to cum.
It was still a more looking down view then a straight in one. I could see her asshole, the perineum area and the bottom, in the case the top, of her pussy and his cock. It was soaked with white cum as she came and he continued his assult.
"Fuck yes I'm cumming," she yelped. "Fuck me you fucker and make me cum." "Oh yes, god that's good."
He panned away from his cock and up to her face. Her ponytail bounced with each thrust as she cried.
"Zoey," the camera guy said. She turned and looked back at him. Her face all twisted with joy as she came.
"Fuck yeah, keep fucking," she cried. "You fuck me so good." "I love feeling your cock slide into my wet pussy." She licked those big lips and her hair bounced around. He panned back as he slowed his assult. His cock was coated with her cream. It was thick and white and running out of her. I stroked harder on my cock at the sight.
The scene switched and she was now on top riding him.
"Fuck yeah, make me cum," she cried again. Her dress was still on but balled up at her hips. He was holding it out of the way and she rode him.
"Yes, yes, yes," she cried. "Fuck me and fuck me good." Her left tit was free and bounced along with her. She looked to be about a small C cup which was good on her body.
"Oh my god, fuck yes," she cried as his cock burried into her wet hole. She sat on him and rode out another orgasm. He grunted a little as she held and ground on him.
"Oh fuck that's good," she cried as she puffed. Her chest heaved as she softly rocked on him.
"You're smiling," she teased him. She slowly slid up and looked down. He grunted with approval as the camera zoomed in on her cunt. It was the same view from before, lips and clit. I hadn't gotten a full on view of it and I was kind of grateful since nobody else would either.
Her pussy drooled white cream down his cock. It pooled on his trimmed pubic hair before running down between his legs. She slowly moved up and down on his cock again.
"Smiling," I asked? I couldn't even see his face. "Fucking guy better be smiling with the ride you are giving him." At least he had taken his pants off.
The scene changed again. She was back on the bed with her legs hanging off the end. She was laying flat and had the dress pulled all the way up to her neck. I only saw her tits for a second but they were young and nice and perfect. Wish her moms where still that way.
She cried as he started to grunt. "Oh shit," I gasped as I pulled harder. I knew what was coming, no pun intended. "He better not cum in her," I grunted as I found my towel.
All bets were off. It was so wrong that I was jerking off to my little girl but fuck how could you not being as hot as she looked.
"Yes, fuck," she cried. He grunted and pulled out at the last possible second. He blasted off on her pussy twice before jerking out a thrid and final one.
"Oh fuck yeah," he cried. She lay there and smiled as he panned up at her.
I stroked and came into the towel as hard as I had in years. It sapped all my strenght as I slumped back in the chair sweating. I glanced up at the screen just to see her face smiling one last time before it faded away and a banner ran across the screen. See more action at blah blah blah.com. The browser closed and went back to the video list.
"Fuck," I grunted as I rested for ten minutes in the chair.
What the fuck did I just do I asked myself. I just had the best jerk off secion in forever and it was while watching my daughter get fucked by a faceless guy on the internet. I need to talk to Zoey about this. I didn't know how I was going to bring it up but I had to. It was eating away at me. Once I got into a pissed off mood about something it wouldn't go away until I solved it. I sure as hell couldn't tell my wife about it, she would be pissed off at me more and blame me for what Zoey did.
I cleaned myself up and closed the laptop. I kept the site loaded and waited for my chance.
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"Hi daddy," Zoey churped as I walked in.
"You ready to hit the course," she asked? I was still in a foul mood and had been for two days now.
"Where is your mother," I asked sourly?
"She went with Cotton to the store," she replied softly.
"For what," I asked?
"Shopping I guess," she replied sweetly.
She knew I was mad but hadn't figured it out yet.
"When was that," I asked? Now could be my chance I thought.
"I don't know, half hour ago," she said. "They went to the outlet mall down south," she offered. Well fuck, that's an hour away each way I thought.
"Oh boy," I sighed. "Off to spend more money."
"If you're unhappy daddy I can get a job to help with money," Zoey offered.
"No," I snapped. Thinking of her getting fucked by that guy and saying it was all for free the first time flashed through my head.
"It's not just the money it's, it's everything," I said.
"Like what," she asked thinking she was getting to the bottom of my mood?
"Just, adult stuff," I said. Like she wouldn't understand.
"Oh," she rolled her eyes. She knew.
"So going golfing with me will take your mind off of it," she said. She picked her bag up.
"Just a minute," I said.
"I know you got to get changed," she said. "I will wait for you in the truck."
"No, I need to ask you something," I said as I motioned her to follow me. She looked curious as she followed. Her golf spikes clicked across the tile floor as she followed behind me.
We reached the office and I pulled out the laptop. She sat down and crossed her legs. I looked at her white short shorts and her pink golf top accented by her breasts. I opened the lid to power it back up as I studied her. Her big eyes looked back at me from under her visor. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. I shook my head as I saw that. The image of her with a strange cock in her mouth flashed in my mind. Strangly my cock began to grow.
What the fuck you getting all excited for, this isn't going to be fun I thought to myself.
"What daddy," Zoey asked? "Why are you shaking your head."
I looked at her and said, "Nothing baby." She smiled at me. It had taken us so long to get to this point. I was always angry with her when she was younger. She took it as me being disappointed with her. That wasn't the case at all. It was because of how stubborn she was and me being to controling.
Finally she took to golf and our relationship grew. I didn't force it on her she just started one day and was very good now. She would beat me regularly and from the mens tees too. I guess what the say is true, those who can't do, teach. I taught her how to swing and she took it from there.
The second thing I noticed as I looked at her was where her eyes were. They were on the slight buldge in my shorts. Or was I just seeing things. I moved a little and she followed. Nope, right on it I thought.
The laptop came back to life. I typed in the password to allow me to get to my desktop. I put that in so the wife wouldn't find the porn site still loaded and have a cow. Maybe if she had a cow I wouldn't need the porn, but that wasn't the issue of the moment.
The site loaded and there it was, just the same from two days ago. I took a deep breath and decided on how I was going to do this. Was I going to play the video or just show her the site. Video would be more dramatic. I clicked and it loaded.
I turned the screen around and asked, "Zoey, please explain this?"
Her eyes focused on the screen and then popped out of her head. She glanced up at me with her shit eating grin that she used all her life. It said I know I'm in trouble but please don't be mad.
"Hello," said the camera man.
"Hi," replied Zoey.
"What's your name," he asked?
"Zoey," she replied. I spun it back around and clicked out of it. She was there and I saw it, no need to go any further.
She looked at me and smiled a little. There was the defiant Zoey I knew for so many years.
"What the fuck were you thinking," I asked?
"Oh come on daddy," she said softly.
"Come on nothing," I said. "What the fuck is that," I asked pointing at the laptop?
"It was just me having some fun," Zoey replied nonchalantly.
"Fun," I asked? "Zoey, fun is going golfing, or going to see a movie, or hanging out with your friends, or going to an amusment park, not fucking some faceless weirdo with a camera and being in the movie."
"This could ruin your life," I said as she started to speak. She went silent as she knew from many years of my lectures that she wasn't going to get a word in edgewise until I was done.
"What happens when you try and get a job after college?" "They will search your name and this pops up, your name is going to get scratched."
"What if my friends see it?" "What if your friends see it?" "What if one of your mothers friends see it?" "What if the school sees it and pulls your golf scholarship?"
"Fuck I can barely keep us afloat now, I certainly can't pay for you to go to college."
"Fuck," I said. "What if he gave you something?" "What if he got you pregnant?" "Fuck that would kill me." "I can't take no more babies, especially after your brother Cotton."
"Fuck Zoey, you got to think about the future and what this can do to your life before you do stupid things like this," I continued. I set the laptop down and took a seat on the coffee table in front of her. She sat stone faced and waited to see if I was finished. I rubbed my face with both hands and sighed.
"It was stupid, yes I know," she started. "I did it for fun and I didn't think about all that."
"I'm sorry," she said after a short pause. I kept my hands folded under my chin with my elbows resting on my knees.
"I'm not pregnant and I'm clean," she said.
"How do you know that," I asked?
"I went and got tested before and after daddy," she said. "They won't let you do that without."
"How the hell did you find this creep," I asked?
"I saw a flyer for models wanted," she explained. "I went and checked it out." "It intreaged me and I went and did it." "I know now that it was stupid but I don't regreat doing it."
"How long ago was this," I interupted her?
"It was 3 months ago," she replied.
"How many more of these are out there," I asked?
"That's it," she said. "I told you it was stupid and that was the only one I did." I gave her a stern look.
"I swear daddy," she giggled.
"Why are you laughing," I asked? I was starting to lighten up myself.
"Because you are so worried about me," she replied. "I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." "I'm 18 now, you don't have to worry so much."
"I know that you are 18, but you are still in high school, and still under my roof, I have to protect you," I said.
"You are so close to going off to college with the scholarship." "Just think of what that would mean for you." "You go to school and get a degree and make good money so you aren't stuck like your mom and I are." "I want the best for my baby girl," I continued.
"Awe daddy," she said sweetly.
"I know you are a big girl now and you're all grown up but I still feel you need my protection," I said. She smiled a sly little smile. It was the same smile she gave when I showed her the video.
"How do you know I'm a big girl daddy," she asked?
"Did you watch me in the video?" I cocked my head and looked at her wicked grin.
"That's none of your business," I said. "But if you must know, obviously I had to or I wouldn't have known you did some weirdo on camera."
"Did it turn you on daddy," she asked suddenly? She had a coy look on her face. I didn't like that look one bit.
"Well," I studdered, shocked by her boldness. I should have shouted no and stormed out of the room. But there I sat right in front of Zoey with that look on her face. Her eyes darted to my crotch.
"Did you like seeing me suck cock daddy," she asked? My ears were ringing and the room spun. My vision tunneled as her smile darkened even more. Was I hearing this right, was my little girl asking me these questions. I sat quietly.
"Did you like seeing my little pussy riding on his cock," she continued? "I bet you jerked off into your towel and came just as hard as I did."
"Harder," my mouth said. Stupid, stupid, stupid my brain shouted.
"I knew you did," she roared. "I know mom's a cow and you haven't fucked her in forever," she said, her voice was softer and more factual now.
"You are probably just as horney as me right now," she teased.
Suddenly she was off the love seat and on her knees in front of me.
"I know mom can't please you anymore but I can," she whispered. It sounded like a roar as she said it. She pulled the waistband of my shorts. I lifted as she increased the pressure. They slid down my legs past my knees. My cock sprang out from under them.
"Let me show what it felt like for the camera man," she said softly. "You can protect me, that's your job," she said. "I will do moms job and please you."
"Sure honey," I said as I set back down. I remain straight up so she could get to my cock.
Hello, your daughter is about to suck your cock my brain scream. Maybe I was having an out of body experience. Maybe I was hallucinating. My coffee did taste a little funny this morning. Nope, those are her puffy cock sucking lips and they just inhaled my cock.
"Um," she hummed as she slowly took my lenght. She pulled back and came off with and audible pop.
"That's the biggest cock I've had my mouth on," she said. Wonder if it's the biggest one she has had inside her pussy. Well, it wasn't there, yet. She bobbed up and down a few times getting it sloppy and wet with spit.
"Lay back daddy," she ordered. I looked down at my brown eyes girl with her swollen lips in a smile. Perfect white teeth I noted as I complied.
"I know you saw me lick balls," she said. "Did that turn you on daddy," she asked?
"Yes baby girl," I replied. I should be running away but fuck this felt good. She licked one my hairy nuts. She took it into her mouth and sucked a little. She released and returned to my cock.
She bobbed up and down again adding more spit to it. I knew it was coming when she did it, but I still almost couldn't hold back. This 18 year old little hottie had me nearly cumming as she desended down my cock in one easy motion. Her nose touched my pubes as her teeth softly closed around the very bottom of my dick.
Fuck she took that in so easy I thought. My cock had never felt the back of a throat before. All my women said I was too big to try. I thought I was average so I couldn't understand what the problem was.
It was tight and applied firm pressure to the tip of my knob. She pulled back and left more spit on it. She pulled all the way off and cleared her throat. Fuck my daughter looks hot I thought. She smiled a knowing smile and then back down the flesh flute she went.
All the way to the base again. Her teeth softly biting before she released and snaked her tongue out to lick my nuts. I could barely feel it with all the slobber on my sack but I knew it was happening.
"Fuck yes," I grunted as she came back up half way and giggled. The vibrations felt good over my cock. I let her return down but this would be the last time. The next time I would cum for sure. She gurgled a little and she held. She pulled back up to breathe.
"Take off your shorts Zoey," I said. She raised her eyebrows in mock astonishment.
"Daddy, why I never," she teased. "You want to fuck your little girl," she asked sweetly?
"More then you ever know," I replied. Yup, I had a place in hell right next to Ted Bundy I thought. Hope this pussy is worth it.
She stood and untucked her shirt. It went over her head and onto the floor. She debated with the bra but left it in place. It looked like a sports bra but it wasn't as tight, still it looked like too much work to remove. She pulled the belt and unsnapped the button to her shorts. She looked down and kicked one shoe off. It flew across the room and hit the desk.
"Whoops," she giggled as she pulled her shorts. She wiggled around in them as they were form fitting but golf appropriate. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them on the one side that she had removed the shoe. My eyes popped. She wasn't wearing any panties.
"Zoey," I scolded. Why now I asked myself after she looked at me with a perplexed look?
"What," she asked? She stepped over the desk and straddeled me.
"Where are your panties," I asked?
"They are there daddy," she said sweetly after she realized what I scolded her for. "It's called a C string daddy." Fuck I must be getting old. There were G strings when I was her age. Now they had C strings?
"Ok baby girl," I said. "Be a good girl and sit on my cock," I said.
"Just like I did for the camera man," she teased? She just ran he lips across my tip. I felt them drool onto my dick. Fuck she was wet.
"No, baby girl," I said. "Like your going to sit on your daddy's cock and don't mention him again."
"Yes daddy," she replied. She dropped down and did the splits on my lap. The coffee table spread her legs wide open and I slipped deep inside of her.
"Oh fuck, daddy," she cried and I moaned deeply. She curled her legs up on the the coffee table and used her knees to thrust.
"Oh, fuck me daddy, make your bad little girl cum." "Make her cum all over your hard cock," she cried as she started to bounce.
"Fuck me like you haven't fuck anyone else," she cried. Her pussy drooled and slopped on my cock and balls as she bounced. She sure did get wet.
"Fuck, you feel so good daddy." "I love feeling your hard cock inside my wet pussy." "Mom doesn't appreciate your cock," she cried. "She couldn't fuck you like this could she," Zoey cried?
Well not really I thought. My cock loved the tight pressure her cunt put on it. The wifes pussy was tight but not 18 year old tight. It was older and it sagged. Last time I remember it, it didn't feel like this. Plus if we did fuck on the coffee table, it probably would have blown all its' legs out due to weight.
"We would have to get a new coffee table," I said.
"Oh, fuck, yes daddy," she cried and giggled at my joke. "I'm cumming," she cried. "Yes daddy, I'm cumming on your big fat cock." "Yes, fuck me, yes." What a dirty little mouth she had. It turned me on though.
Her pussy drenched my cock as she came. I felt the tingle myself as she continued. "Slow down baby," I huffed.
"What's the matter daddy," she teased?
"You got daddy way too excited," I said.
"Oh daddy," she said. She pulled off my cock and turned to stand. Her shorts caught the edge of the table and she fell off the coffee table.
"You okay," I asked as I sat up?
"Well that wasn't my smoothest move but yes I'm fine," she giggled. I got up to my feet and pushed her over to the desk. She skipped her way ahead of me over to it, one shoe and her shorts dragging across the floor.
She leaned herself over the desk and waited for me. I saw her pussy peaking out from under her ass. It was the first time I had seen it full on and not from the top. It was perfect. Lips red and swollen from excitment and our earlier pounding. It was soaking wet and that was evident as white cum leaked from the center and ran down both sides of her legs. Fuck my daughter looked hot. I slapped her ass as I push my cock between her legs.
"Ouch daddy," she cried.
"You were a bad girl to make that video," I said.
"Punish me anyway you feel fit daddy," she said coyly. Slap! I hit her ass again. She shrieked in pain and pleasure. Her ass jiggled just perfectly.
"Er," I growled. She adjusted my cock and it slipped through her lips and into her hole.
"Fuck," I grunted as I felt the insides of her cunt cling and milk my cock.
"If that's the punishment you want daddy then I guess I will do as you say," she teased referring to my grunt. She pulled away and came back onto my cock. I leaned a little forward to compensate for the bump of her ass against my pelvis.
"Yes daddy, fuck your little girl," she cried.
"No, daddy's little girl is fucking him," I retorted.
"Well daddy's girl loves the way his cock feels inside her hot, tight, wet little pussy," she cried. "If he keeps letting his little girl fuck him she is going to cum all over his cock again."
"Get fucking," I said. She pushed harded. She started using the desk to thrust. It started to slid around the tile floor.
"Fuck, god that's sooooo good daddy." "I'm going to cum so hard daddy," she cried.
"Me too," I grunted as I grabbed her hips and pulled her hard to me. We slammed into each other with a loud slap. It scared both of us a little. We parted and slapped together again this time with more control.
"Fuck, I'm cumming daddy," she cried.
"Me too baby girl," I cried. Her pussy creamed all over my cock as I pushed into her again. I exploded and felt my dick fire it's hot load inside her womb. My cock washed the wet walls of her cunt with the very cream that gave her life.
"Fuck," she cried. I contunied to gush inside her. Finally after a few more slaps we stopped and puffed hard as we tried to get our breath.
My cock started shrinking and her contracting cunt walls forced it out. It slipped out and a trail of cum followed. It dropped to the floor in big splatters as she turned to look back at me. It was the hardest I had cum in I don't know how long. It started running onto her leg.
"Fuck," I said. "You were great."
"Thank you daddy," she said kindly.
"Come on, we have to meet Wayne and Bill for golf," I said. She looked at me as she still stood at the desk letting me run out of her.
"Come on baby your not in trouble anymore," I assured her.
"We both might be now," she said.
"Why," I asked as I looked out the door? My wife wasn't home was she?
"I'm not on the pill," Zoey said.
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<I>This is part 1 of a three part series. My stories take time to get going, this one is no exception. Please try to be constructive in the comments. Thanks for reading. </I>
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<B>Chapter 1</B>
Zoey was exasperated. She was running late for her tee time because of the jackass exterminator. He had hung around wasting time before giving her the bill so he could ogle her. She had mentioned her husband like a hundred times and he did not get the hint.
Now she was running so late that her foursome probably teed off without her. She got to the club and confirmed this and was set to go back home when the course manager came rushing up.
"Mrs. Monroe, I'm so glad I caught you. I'm sorry your regular group went ahead but they did not want to wait any longer," he said.
That sounded like them. Madelyn hated waiting and would have wanted to leave her behind.
"Is your handicap still a twelve? I've got a new member that would like to play and we need someone to show him around the course." he continued.
Zoey was not sure she wanted to do this. Some members were real hackers and it would be painful to find their ball fifty times. The manager saw her reluctance and went on.
"He claims to be a fifteen and I'm inclined to believe him."
He pointed to the corner of the clubhouse where a man was browsing the shirts. He had to be a foot taller than her 5' 2" frame and she looked at him appraisingly. He had sandy hair that was combed neatly and he seemed to be bursting out of his white polo shirt. His bermuda shorts were black but had some pattern that was hard to follow from across the room. Spending four hours or so with this hunk would be worth it if he could string a few sentences together.
Her husband was out of town again and had not taken care of her needs in over a month. Of course, she would never do anything, but a little flirting would be fun. So she smiled at the manager and said she would be delighted to play with him.
He called over Mr. Sandstone and introduced them. He insisted that she call him Ken and she countered that Zoey would be fine as well. The manager assured them that they were clear to start when they were ready and they left the clubhouse.
He offered to let her warm up or putt some before starting but she deferred as she was viewing this as a practice round and not sure whether she would even count this toward her handicap. They walked to separate golf carts and she heard Ken call over and ask if she minded riding together. She said no and he moved his clubs on to her cart easily. Zoey noticed that he carried his large bag around like it weighed nothing at all.
She drove them to the first tee and he asked which tee she preferred playing. She said the whites and he said he would prefer to play the blues if she did not mind. Zoey worried that he would be like other men and play back further than their talent allowed. He must have noticed her look because he offered to move up to the whites after the first hole if she was not comfortable with his ability. Zoey felt her cheeks color and thought that she needed to cover her feelings better.
At the first tee box, he checked the card and she walked to the tee area with him. She noticed that he had a three wood and rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. She took up a position behind him where he could not see her and crossed her arms. She hoped that he got 200 yards out of his drive but did not expect it. She was not paying much attention until his downswing. She jumped at the sound. It was like a gunshot and the ball went arcing out toward the fairway. It had a small bit of fade on it and landed about 250 yards out. It settled after a few bounces and she doubted she would reach his ball with her drive. The white tees were back almost to the blues but if she really caught one she could catch him.
Her drive was good but it was still at least thirty yards behind him. She wondered if it was luck but watching his reaction she did not think so. Their approach shots were similar and his wedge looked better than his legs, but just barely. He had about twenty-two feet and she was inside fifteen. They both missed their birdie putts and tapped in for par.
At the second tee he waited until she nodded and felt her cheeks color again. He grinned and his pearly whites were dazzling. She could not help grinning back and followed him up to the second tee. Another great shot and another par for Ken. She had popped her drive up a bit and ended up with a bogey.
By the fifth hole they were chatting and she found out he was a sales consultant for a large software firm. He explained what this was and she listened attentively, even though she did not understand all of it. She talked of her husband's job and he asked some basic questions about his company and what they did.
By the turn he had asked about her working and she was embarrassed to admit that she had no job, even though there were no kids at home. If he thought ill of her, he never showed it and she admitted that she was enjoying his company, a lot. He was nice and sweet and never even hinted about hitting on her. And his short game was to die for. He hit a flop on eight that made her gasp.
On the eleventh fairway he had lifted his shirt to wipe some sweat and his washboard abs had caused her to almost swing and miss her approach. She had topped it and it rolled about halfway to the green. Her friends would have given her hell about it but he never said a word.
By fourteen she was flirting and trying to get some interest. He seemed to be made of rock. She had punched his shoulder once after a bad pun and her hand actually hurt from it.
On fifteen he finally lost a drive. They were heading down the rough and hit some small dips. She almost fell out of the cart. He had grabbed her and pulled her back in and held her firmly in place until the cart stopped. He apologized profusely for his error in driving over the bumps and then grabbing her so firmly. He was plainly embarrassed by what he had done.
Zoey on the other hand, was completely turned on. He had saved her and then held her until he was sure she was safe. She felt her body react and was not sure what to do about it.
They saw his ball and he got out and put another iron on the middle of the green. Once he got back into the cart, she slid over beside him so their thighs were touching albeit with shorts between them. She stayed beside him whenever she could and missed a three footer on sixteen while watching him adjust his shorts.
The seventeenth hole was a par three over water. There is almost no bailout area and play was always slow there. There was a group on the tee and another waiting in front of them. They were still chatting while waiting and she found herself staring at his shorts. The pattern was a zigzag going down his legs and it was somewhat mesmerizing. Without thinking, she started tracing a finger down a line before moving to another one, going from outside to inside. After a couple of lines drawn, he got quiet but Zoey was distracted now. She got through a few more and noticed that his muscles were bulging in his leg.
"Um, Zoey?" he said softly.
She realized that her last line had not run down his leg but it was his penis underneath! His dick was huge. It looked like it was nine inches long and thick enough to make his shorts tight on his leg. She pulled her hand back and was afraid to look at Ken. He grabbed the wheel and pulled them up to the tee. He got out of the cart and went behind it to grab a club and was back there a few seconds longer than normal. Zoey assumed he was adjusting himself and she wished she could crawl away and hide.
Ken went to the tee box and put one into the water. He sighed and looked over at the cart. Zoey would not meet his eye when he asked where the drop zone was. She answered meekly and she was sure he could not hear her. He got back into the cart and drove to the next tee. He stopped and waited for her to get out.
"Zoey?" he asked after almost a minute.
"I'm done for today. I'm so sorry," she whispered.
"No harm done. It's quite flattering actually," Ken responded.
This caught her attention and she looked at him.
"Having a beautiful woman play with my leg, I'll take that any day," he said and gave her a smile.
Zoey felt too ashamed to take the compliment and looked at the floor of the cart.
The silence was awkward as Ken drove them through the eighteenth hole and back to the clubhouse. Once there he unloaded her clubs and then his own. She got out and grabbed her belongings and then her bag but he held it in place until she looked at him. She could feel the tears about to run down her face and wanted to make the locker room before falling apart.
"Zoey, thank you for golfing with me today. I enjoyed the game, your company, and your help navigating the course. You're a very good player and I hope you'll play another round with me some time." Ken said.
She could not believe that he was being such a gentleman. Zoey felt that she had to respond with Ken ignoring what had happened.
"Thank you Ken. You're a better player. What did you shoot today, like 78?"
He smiled that disarming smile of his. "Well with a bogey on the last two would put me at 80."
"Right. That would be 77," she replied.
Ken grinned again, damn he was handsome, "I got lucky today."
"No way, your short game is like pro level," she said, feeling better even though she did not want to.
It was Ken's turn to be embarrassed. She saw this and felt her body craving him again.
"If I may, you get a bit whippy with your medium chips and stiff on the short ones. We can get together and work on it if you want," he said.
His friendliness was an aphrodisiac for Zoey. She almost said 'how about now' but needed to let herself cool off before doing anything she would regret even more. She could already see herself in his arms making out madly.
"I'd like that," was all she said.
She smiled back at his grin and then gave her clubs to the boy waiting nearby. He knew how to store them and she heard Ken say he was taking his home.
Zoey walked away before she could get herself into more trouble. She got a bottle of water for the road and drove home to her empty house.
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Once there Zoey stripped down and got into the shower. She had intended to cool off before a quiet dinner and evening at home but was too preoccupied. Ken filled her thoughts and feeling his big member was all she could think of. Had she felt the ridge of his cockhead? She gave in to her needs and pulled the shower head off of its holder. She knew exactly how far to turn the dial to get it to pulse how she liked. She lowered it to her pubic area and grabbed the soap with her other hand. She lathered her breasts while the water hit her clit. Her mind had Ken standing with her and he was caressing her tits instead of her. She leaned on the wall and the bar dropped from her hand as she started pulling on her B cup boobs as she imagined Ken saying, 'they are not too small, they're perfect.'
She imagined his touch was rough. He would pull and pinch her nipples and she did this to herself for him. She wanted what Ken wanted. His big hands would paw at her and she would be helpless to resist. Not that she would resist. She would give Ken anything.
Soon the water was not enough and she reached up to hang the shower head without looking. She missed and it fell and started spraying around the floor of the shower but she did not care. She imagined her fingers being his dick and Zoey pressed two digits inside herself. One would not represent Ken well enough. Her mind said that two would not either but it was all she was willing to try. They slid over her clit on their way down and she plunged them inside her quim.
"Oh Ken!" she cried as she felt her body on fire. Zoey did not ever remember being this hot.
She glanced in the mirror across the room. Even through the wet glass she could see how dirty she looked with her legs splayed out and her hand working her pussy like lightning. She closed her eyes again and imagined how Ken's big cock would look plunging in her over and over. A third finger joined its mates and this helped do the trick. She felt the rush of her orgasm come from within. It hit her and her legs locked so she did not fall to the floor. She screamed out something inarticulate and held her breath. Her hand went from her breast to her clit and she rubbed it hard to prolong the high. After what seemed forever, her strength left and she slid down to the tile floor. Zoey was heaving for breath and could not focus on anything. She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes to relax and come down from her release. There was Ken smiling that beautiful grin at her and offering to take her to heaven again.
She smiled at the thought of him. His big body pressing against her and him plunging into her once more. Her holding on for dear life as he ravaged her. Timothy had never ravaged her. He probably would be abhorred at the thought of ravaging anyone. Her finger played over her lips and clit while she lamented her lot.
Timothy came from a wealthy family and was a brilliant catch. At least that is what her mother had told her. MBA from Wharton and a position in the family business. She would never have to lift a finger her whole life.
He was only three inches taller than her and it prevented her wearing heels of any appreciable size. She had put on two inch pumps and he had pitched a fit and refused to go out for New Years with her until she changed. So she had, she put on flats and was the perfect wife for an upcoming financier. Prim and proper, never a hair out of place.
Even their sex was proper. Missionary for five to seven minutes, each and every Saturday night. At least for a while. Soon it became every other Saturday, as Timothy was tired. Then they missed a month because of his expanded travel. Now it was every month or two if she could coax a hard-on out of him. Maybe he did have a mistress. She hoped he treated her better than Zoey got. And she was sick to death of 'Timothy'. Not Tim, not Timmy, never anything fun.
And then there was Ken. Tall, thin, muscled, athletic; everything she could want in a man. And that dick; my god, that big dick. She had not even seen it and she had to have it. She got up and out of the shower, and looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a tight body and pert little tits. She bet Timothy's mistress had big boobs. She bet that he was dominated by some mistress in leather that whipped him and forced him to lick her. He would not do that for Zoey. No, it was disgusting. That was what he said.
Once in her robe, she grabbed a quick meal and went over and over her slights at Timothy's hands. His lack of attention, his lack of sex drive, his never being home, him never playing golf with her. She gulped down her wine and decided that she deserved more. She deserved a golf lesson. Today, right now, with Ken and his great big cock.
Zoey called her friend on the membership board and asked for Ken's address. She said he had left some keys in the cart and she wanted to return them. She got his address and then changed into an outfit for her 'lesson'. She found her smallest thong and slipped it on and then the shortest skirt she had. A sleeveless golf shirt to look the part and she thought about her shoes. She wanted to wear some four inch heels to show how good they looked, but a lesson in heels made no sense. She put on her running shoes and checked herself in the mirror. Her nipples were showing in her shirt and she smiled at the thought of Ken seeing her like this. A few dabs of perfume on her neck and then her thighs made her smirk in the mirror again.
She hurried out and hoped that Ken had no plans for the night. On the way she stopped at a Walmart and bought a toy set of keys as a joke. She drove to Ken's apartment and parked in a visitor spot. Though it was evening, she left on her sunglasses just in case. At his door she hesitated. Was she here for a golf lesson or to let a strange man have her. She knocked and waited. She honestly did not know the answer.
Ken answered wearing a pair of gym shorts and a Hawaiian shirt that was unbuttoned. Seeing him like this she knew the answer. She felt her nipples harden and tried to sound sultry.
"I came for that lesson, is now a good time?"
Zoey felt Ken's eyes take all of her in. Her nipples almost hurt they were so stiff. They looked at each other for a moment and Ken seemed mesmerized. It took him a bit to wake up.
"Come in Zoey, now it great," he replied as he stepped out of the way to let her in.
She walked in and swung her hips as she followed the hallway to a sparse living room. There was a sofa and one chair around a coffee table, one end table, and floor lamp. They all faced a large television. Zoey turned around and was disappointed to see that Ken had buttoned his shirt.
"So a short game lesson, where is your wedge?" Ken asked her.
Zoey felt herself turn red again. How could she forget her wedge? Fortunately Ken saved her.
"Come on."
She followed him to a bedroom door. Was she that transparent? Was he going to take her straight to bed now? She entered the room and looked around. There were clubs everywhere and Ken was rummaging through a bag in one corner. It looked like an indoor driving range, with one whole wall was covered with netting. There was a green mat on the floor and Zoey found herself disappointed that he was really going to give her a lesson.
Ken pulled out a wedge and held it up. It looked strange to Zoey and in a moment figured out that it was left handed. He then handed her an older version of her sand wedge and she wondered what he was doing. He had her set up on the mat and hit several balls while he mirrored what she was doing versus what she should be doing. She felt the difference quickly and he impressed upon her to stay smooth through the ball.
"Smoooooth," he would say as she guided the club head through the ball.
Or he would say, "Nice and smooth," while she set up for a chip.
Before she knew it he said that her chips looked great now and fit her game which was impressive. She felt herself color at his compliment and asked that he look at her putting stroke. She had seen a copy of her putter in a different bag and went and grabbed it. She then lined up a ball and made an exaggerated poke at it. He watched her without saying anything. She asked if he could guide her through a better stroke. She lined a ball up and then set up right in front of him so he either had to move to watch or lean over and help by wrapping around her. She wiggled her butt to entice him. Instead of helping her, he moved across the room and then out the door. She worried that he would throw her out and had to go for broke. She peeked out and saw he was looking out a window. She moved out of his sight and removed her panties. She felt their dampness and balled up the tiny material into her fist.
She went into the living room and he never moved. She could see his worry and wondered what the problem was. Did he have a girlfriend? Or a wife? Or a boyfriend? Oh god, she could be making a huge mistake.
"Ken?" she said softly.
He turned and she could see his desire. He was definitely attracted to her. She had to break through what was bothering him.
"It's okay," she said and moved over to him.
She took his hand and led him to the couch. She pointed at the middle cushion and he sat down heavily. He was watching her as she stepped in front of him and then climbed in his lap with her legs on either side. She could feel his hard dick under her. It pointed off to her right. God she wanted him.
Ken looked worried and conflicted, but Zoey would not be denied now.
"I need to pay you for the lesson," she said and ran her hand over his chest and up to his shoulder.
"No, that's okay," he said before she put a finger over his lips.
"It's up to you of course, but I hope you'll accept my payment," she whispered and then released her panties from her fist so they were hanging by one of the strings.
Ken was breathing hard now. His dick felt even bigger under Zoey and she wondered if she had soiled his shorts with her secretions. She dropped the panties beside them and leaned in to kiss him. Their lips met and soon Ken returned her kiss as their passion bloomed. His hands slid around Zoey and pulled her into him roughly. She felt his tongue at the same moment and wondered if she would cream right then. She whimpered into his mouth as their tongues dueled.
They made out like this for a bit and Zoey felt his hands slide up and down her back. It felt nice but she wanted it on her bare skin. She let go of him and leaned away to lift up her top and he stopped her.
"Zoey..." he began but she stopped him again.
If he said something about her marriage or her husband the guilt may stop her and she did not want to stop. She wanted wild, wanton sex and it had to be with Ken. No one else would do.
She pulled her top off in one motion and threw it behind her. Ken grinned at the impression of throwing out something not needed and she smiled back at him. She hoped that he liked her smallish chest and pushed it up almost presenting it to him. Ken did not disappoint her and leaned over to suck on her right nipple before moving quickly to her left. It felt divine. No man had done this for her since her freshman year of college. That was almost ten years now. She felt Ken getting more into it and his tongue swirling around the nipple before moving back to his first new friend. She loved him worshiping her breasts like this.
Zoey's hands were not idle while Ken suckled on her. She was massaging his big dick and soon was not happy that it was still confined. She pulled out the elastic and reached in to find her prize. Ken slid her waist back while never releasing her boob to give her more room.
There it was. Big and hard, menacing and wonderful. She grasped Ken's rod and found she could not put her hand around the entire shaft. She needed both hands to get it out of his shorts and soon it was pointing up towards her even though Zoey could not see it. That was not going to do and she pushed Ken back so she could see her new toy. If he was surprised by her actions she did not know or care. The big mushroom head was winking at her and she marveled at its size. Her hand was still on him and Zoey started stroking the length of his shaft. Ken groaned again and her waterworks moved up another level. She was sure his shorts were ruined.
As much as she wanted to handle his dick, she needed to mate. She wanted him inside her and to make her cum. She lifted up and positioned his dick at her entrance and rubbed him around a bit. Zoey could not imagine that he needed much lubrication, she was like a faucet right now. She started sinking down and felt the wide stretch of him going inside.
"Oh god!" she moaned.
His head was inside her and Zoey had to stop for a moment. The stretch was painful and wonderful all at once. She raised up a bit and then lowered herself down more. The big penis violating her took her breath away. She stopped and raised up again to try once more and then lowered herself down hard, taking the rest of him inside her.
"OhOhOhOhOh, fuuuuck!" she cried as her cervix rubbed against his dick.
Zoey felt her chest heaving and slowly rocked her hips. She could not imagine being any more full. She felt his cock flex and gasped. She knew she would not last long on this monster.
"Oh, Jesus baby," Zoey moaned.
"God, you're so tight," he mumbled.
Ken had her hips now and was raising her up and lowering her back down in a slow rhythm. She started moving her hips forward and back and the combination sent her over the edge.
"I'm cumming baby, don't stop though," she whined as passion overwhelmed her. "Oh god!"
His big dick pulsed inside her and her orgasm covered it with her juices. She had never cum with Timothy before. She was thrashing around while impaled on Ken and he held her firmly until she calmed down. She was soon leaning against his chest, still covered with the colorful shirt. She leaned back, grabbed the material, and ripped it open. She then slid her hands inside it and around her new lover. Ken wrapped her up in his arms and held her for a bit until he seemed to need to continue. She felt him still buried inside her slick pussy.
She kissed him and then started bouncing on him again. Zoey marvelled at his stamina. She could feel the ridge of his cockhead as she moved up and down on him. It was driving her wild along with his big hands holding her hips. She took his hands and placed them on her boobs and held them there. She wanted him to have everything. He started rubbing a finger on each nipple and before long she felt her body wanting to release again.
Zoey purred, "Ken... Baby... I'm gonna cum again. Cum with me? Please? I'm on the pill."
He shifted his grip back to her hips and started pulling her down hard onto him. She was banging her clit into his pubic bone. He was moving her with almost no effort and she felt like a fucktoy. Ken started breathing harder and she knew he was cumming soon. His cock seemed to swell and it pushed her over the edge. She screamed and felt him unload into her. She heard herself babbling while he moaned at their perfectly synchronized orgasms. Once the high left her, Zoey fell against his chest again and tried to gather herself. She felt him softening and lifted just a bit so he could fall out and leave Ken comfortable. She curled up in his lap and was content to just be with him.
They stayed like this for a while, though they did chat a little about this and that. She asked if he had a girlfriend and was happy to hear he did not. Ken stayed away from talking about her husband which she gladly avoided as well.
Soon she started playing with his nipple and then moved to licking it. It had the desired effect on Ken and Zoey felt his cock stir underneath her. This was when Timothy was always asleep. Her hand snaked down and grasped his dick before it got to its full size. She wanted to feel it enlarge. Ken grabbed her blond hair and pulled back gently. She looked up at him and felt him kiss her. He was in charge now and it felt wonderful to Zoey. As they made out, his hand caressed her breast and she moaned into his mouth. He was not rough like she had thought, but was amazingly gentle. His fingers danced around her chest and she found herself hoping that he would paw at her. She wanted him to take her and make her his. She had his penis hard now and it was standing up tall and proud.
Ken started leaning her back and she slid off his lap onto the sofa. He pulled one leg over him so he was between them and had access to whatever he wanted. Zoey wriggled into the sofa cushions and pillows with her legs wide. She wanted him to know that she was his. He moved over her and she felt his hand rubbing her lips and closed her eyes to enjoy the feelings. She was ready for him to penetrate her, but if he wanted foreplay then that was just fine. A finger slid into her slowly and she moaned in approval. He worked it in and made sure she had no discomfort. Zoey could have told him she was fine, she was leaking like a pipe at this point. Ken started kissing her again and they made out like fiends. Then his thumb started massaging her clit. Zoey inhaled sharply and had to break their lip lock.
"Oh god baby, that feels so good," she purred.
Ken was nipping her neck now and all the input was sending her into overload.
Then Ken whispered, "stroke me."
Zoey's hands fumbled for a moment until they both found his pleasure stick. She started moving them up and down and heard him groan into her neck. The low rumble was great and she wondered if she would survive all this pleasure.
It was not long and Ken pulled away from her. She lay there watching him with her pussy splayed open inviting him in.
"Take me baby, I'm yours," Zoey said.
She saw Ken's face darken and Zoey felt a pang of worry. At this point she did not think Ken would balk at anything. She sat up and kept her legs open to show him what she was offering.
"What's wrong baby?" she asked.
Ken sat down at the far end of the couch, the mood was effectively shattered.
"Ken?" Zoey cried.
This was not what she had planned at all.
He did not look at her but asked, "why are you doing this?"
Zoey answered immediately, "be.. because I want to."
Ken leaned back on the sofa and laid his head back. Zoey heard a phone from somewhere but ignored it when Ken did. She thought about just dressing and leaving.
"Your husband Timothy, the finance wizard, blah blah blah," he said.
"Oh," Zoey said quietly.
The entire situation felt surreal now. Ken had made love to her. No, he had fucked her. Well really she had fucked him, but he definitely participated. Now he was wearing only his shirt which was open and she had on her skirt around her waist and nothing else. And he was asking about her husband. She could not avoid the subject now.
Zoey took a deep breath and laid it all out, "Timothy is barely there. We live together and that's it. I've been unhappy for a long time now. And I've never done this before. I've never even thought about it before today."
She ran her hand through his hair, "You were so nice to me all day. You're the most handsome man I've seen in years."
Zoey heard her voice start cracking, her soul was bare now, "You've already given me the best night of my life. Thank you."
She got up and looked for her clothes. Her panties were half stuck down between two cushions. Her shirt was under a chair by the small dinette table. By the time she got to it her tears were falling. She could not believe that she had thrown herself at Ken and he was rejecting her. Was she really that bad at sex?
As she stood up, she felt Ken take her arm. She turned to him and fell into his arms. All the highs and lows of the day came spilling out. She felt him wrapping her up and she sobbed into his chest.
How had this gotten so hard? All she wanted was one night of passion. Ken was shushing her to get her to stop crying. She was holding him like a life preserver. If he let go she swore she would die.
Ken started talking to her, "Zoey? I'm sorry. I just needed to understand."
She squeezed him tighter. 'Please don't let go Ken,' she thought.
"I've never done this with a married woman. I'm scared too. You are so beautiful and so passionate, I couldn't stop myself. I'm sorry." he continued.
Her words spilled out, "Please don't make me leave, I don't want this to end."
Ken pulled her tighter and she savored this feeling. She was sure he was just waiting for her to calm down so she would go.
"You can't leave yet, you still haven't paid for your lesson," he said.
Zoey laughed in spite of everything. She looked up at Ken and saw his soft smile.
"Oh? And what do I need to do to pay off my debt?" she asked him. Her hand started caressing his chest again.
Ken leaned over and scooped her up in his arms. She held him around his neck while she was cradled like a baby. He kissed her and walked to the bedroom.
This was what she expected. A bed, dresser, and a small chair covered with clothes in the corner. It was sparse like the other room, but the bed was all that mattered to her. He put her down gently and they kissed. This one was less about lust and more about two lonely people finding each other. She gave Ken everything in her kisses. If he was holding back then, damn, he would kill her. He was lying on top of her but on his elbows so his weight was not holding her down.
Zoey felt her legs opening as they got more passionate. She wanted Ken so badly now. She wanted to show him she was worthy of his attention and she wanted to get laid again. The first time was great but she wanted more.
"Ken.." she whined while he nibbled on her neck.
She did not want to say more, as the last time she offered herself Ken got upset. He did react to her plea for more and was soon licking and sucking her nipples. It was every bit as good as before and Zoey hoped that this was a precursor to getting screwed again.
Instead Ken started kissing down her stomach and then around her hips. 'Oh god!' she thought, 'maybe he will.'
Ken's next stop was a small kiss on her inner thigh and she knew it was coming. Zoey had never had anyone lick her down there and she could not wait. The first one up her labia was amazing. Zoey nearly creamed right then. Ken kissed her thighs again and she wondered, 'did he think it was disgusting like Timothy?' His tongue traveled through her pussy again and it was better than she had imagined. But she had to offer, just in case.
"Baby, you don't have to do that," she said softly.
Ken had his arms around her legs now, holding her in place and open. His head popped up.
"You don't like it?" he sounded shocked.
"No, it's great. Better than great. But Timothy says it's disgusting."
Ken grinned at some unknown joke, "Timothy is wrong. You just relax and tell me what feels best."
His head went back down and he attacked. He started by sucking on her pussy lips and then tongued her from her perineum to her clit and she swore there were fireworks right there in the room. His tongue dipped into her and he sucked out her juices while she tore at the covers trying to keep her body from flying apart.
Then he focused on her clit. And wow! Zoey felt him suck on her bud and she was ready to die right before she exploded.
"OHMYGODIMCUMMING!!!!" she screamed and then screamed properly.
Ken kept sucking and she felt like she was peeing on him. It was magnificent. If she could have, Zoey would have stopped to see if he was all right. She guessed he was because he did not stop and neither did she. The warm liquid left her body and she rode the high as her mind went blank.
When she could think again, she had two handfuls of Ken's hair. He was kissing her thighs and around her pussy but leaving it alone. She wondered how long they had been at it and could see that it had only been fifteen minutes. Her chest was heaving and she felt like she had played 36 holes in the oppressive heat of summer. There was no energy in her anywhere.
"Damn," she said softly.
Ken's head popped up again. He looked soaked but was grinning at her.
"So that was disgusting huh? I suppose I should stop."
Zoey could only manage a whiny 'noooo'.
"Oh you like it?"
Zoey nodded and smiled as she bit her lip.
"You want more?" he asked.
She looked deep into his eyes. He was so beautiful. "You can do that forever."
Zoey saw something drift through his head and prayed that she had not said the wrong thing again. She was delighted to see his head drop and start licking her pussy again. This time he changed it up by sliding a finger inside her while working her clit. If anything it felt even better and she erupted all over him again. It occurred to her that she was squirting. He seemed to be okay with it and she wondered if he could do this to every woman. 'God what a talent that would be,' she thought. Ken was kissing her thighs and she now felt like she had run a marathon. She knew she could sleep if she half tried.
Ken moved and she felt him above her. Zoey opened her eyes and gazed at him. He grabbed a handful of the covers and wiped his face. She felt herself color at this but was not moving unless he asked her to. He did, and put a pillow under her hips. She had never had this before and wondered why he placed it there.
After getting the cushion where he wanted it, Ken leaned over Zoey and they kissed. She felt so relaxed and wonderful that she would give Ken anything he wanted. This really was the best night of her life and it did not seem to be ending any time soon. Soon she felt him pressing into her. His dick was stretching her open as it invaded her tunnel again.
Her exhaustion faded with each inch she took in. She felt herself smiling now as she got that big dick inside her once more. She felt him reach bottom and press against her cervix. She moaned and heard herself sound like a whore. It felt so good being one. As he slid back out she did not care. She would be Ken's whore any time he wanted. He pulled out until his big cockhead was the only thing inside her and pressed in again.
"Mmm, yea. Nice and smooth." she purred.
Ken grinned as he pumped in and out, over and over. He was up on his knees with her draped over his lap. He was driving his hips and moving her at the same time so the strokes were massive. Zoey leaned up on her elbows to watch. She wanted to see him fuck her. Timothy always had the lights off. She crunched her abs so she could see better and he slowed down. The angle changed and it felt different but still fabulous.
"Oh god, Zoey," Ken murmured.
"Is that good? You like that?" she asked.
Zoey wanted anything that Ken wanted.
"Yea baby, that's so good," Ken responded. He was drinking her body in with his eyes while his hips kept their rhythm going.
Zoey reached up and grabbed her tits. She fingered her nipples and watched him. His eyes widened just a fraction and his pumping sped up a bit. He liked her playing with herself. She kept caressing her boobs and licked her lips sensuously. At least she hoped so. She was not sure what sexy really was since Timothy's playbook never varied at all.
Ken's steady stroke felt so good but she wanted more. She wanted that slutty sex that she had imagined for years. She had a fantasy of a huge man fucking her brains out. Now she had her man and wanted it all.
"Fuck me hard baby, make me cum," she moaned.
Ken picked up his pace and started thumbing her clit at the same time. This was more like it. Zoey was bouncing now from his pounding and it was exactly what she wanted. It felt so good.
"Do you like my pussy?" Zoey asked him.
"Oh yea baby, it's perfect," Ken moaned as he rammed into her.
Zoey could not believe what she was saying. She never talked like this. Ken seemed to like it so she continued.
"You can fuck my pussy all night baby."
Ken growled and went even harder. His hand left her clit and she immediately started rubbing it herself. Timothy would have been mortified to have her do this during sex but Ken seemed to like it. He had her hips again and was doing it. He was ravaging her. She could feel his balls bang into her ass as he buried himself repeatedly. It felt glorious.
She was working her clit hard now and between it and him screwing her, her orgasm came on quickly. Her breathing was already heavy from the workout she was getting and wanted the rest of her fantasy.
"Baby, cum on me. Spray me like a slut." she moaned.
Ken never slowed down but asked, "you sure?"
"Yea baby... please" she pleaded.
Ken started going furiously and it sent her over the edge. She moaned loudly while her hand was a blur as she rubbed herself. Ken pulled out and pumped his cock roughly. The sight of his big python elevated her orgasm another notch. The first spurt hit her below her chin and Zoey could not watch any more. Her head went back and she whimpered as her body racked itself with ecstasy.
Somewhere her mind felt the shots of Ken's sperm on her chest and stomach and then him wiping the last bits off on the hair of her mons. That part was so tawdry it triggered another small orgasm in Zoey. This was exactly what she wanted. A man to take her to heaven again and again.
She opened her eyes and saw Ken watching her. She could not stop the smile that cracked her face and she was delighted to see Ken light up when he saw it as well. She started rubbing the cum into her skin and saw her new man watch her do this. Timothy drifted through her mind and there was no guilt, but only the wonder of how she would put up with him from now on.
"Thank you darling," Zoey murmured.
Ken gave a small laugh and shook his head. He was sitting on his feet as he still kneeled between her legs.
She wondered if she had said something wrong again. "What?"
He leaned over and kissed her softly. He pulled back an inch or so and said, "an angel comes down to Earth and makes love to me and then thanks me."
Zoey felt her cheeks color. She felt embarrassed at his compliment. Ken kissed her again and then rolled off of her and then the bed. He took her hand and helped Zoey up before pointing at the bath so she could clean up. She went in and washed her face and then her body enough that she did not feel sticky anymore. She noticed he had some facial cleanser and wondered how many women had been here before. When she came out Ken was putting another cover on the bed. She went and grabbed the opposite side and straightened it out. They smiled at each other as they worked.
After the bed was completed, Ken found her skirt and handed it to her. He then left the bedroom and returned wearing his shorts and holding her shirt. She put it on and felt embarrassed. He was dismissing her.
"Thank you Ken, this was terrific," she began.
Ken looked confused.
"I would love to see you again but please don't tell anyone about this," she said.
Zoey felt herself getting emotional. She had never done this and the coldness of dressing and leaving felt repugnant.
"Okay, um, yea it was great. I'm sorry you have to go. Don't worry, I won't tell a soul." Ken replied.
"I don't have to go," Zoey said. She could hear the excitement in her own voice.
Ken still looked confused, "I thought you wanted to leave."
"I thought you wanted me to leave."
Ken took a step closer to her. She felt her body react even though she was exhausted.
"No. I was just getting your clothes so we didn't have to eat naked."
Zoey felt her smile. She could not play this cool if she had to. She pranced over to him and put her hands around his waist.
"I said you could do me all night. That still goes." Zoey looked up to kiss him.
Ken leaned down and their lips pressed together. When he pulled away she could see the warmth in his face. They ordered some food from a local Chinese place and it arrived in less than a half hour. During the wait and then while they ate they chatted and got to know each other better. Zoey liked Ken more and more as they talked. The cleanser was for his sister who visited two or three times a year with her small children. She and her husband used the master bedroom and he slept on the couch. There was a third room with bunkbeds for his nieces. He showed her a picture on his fridge that they drew for Uncle Ken. He seemed proud of that name.
Once the food was gone, they sat on the couch and cuddled while the television played. It was some old black and white movie that Zoey had not seen. Ken had seen it a million times and tried to explain some of the plot points but he quickly saw that Zoey did not care. She was tucked under his arm and relaxed enough that she was dozing after a while. It was still early but Ken turned off the TV and took Zoey back to bed. She smiled as he tucked her in and then crawled into the other side. She moved over to him and laid her head on his shoulder and was soon fast asleep.
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It was dark when Zoey awoke. She was frightened by the strange room she was in but then felt Ken draped over her spooning. She wiggled her butt into him and felt his penis flex in response. She was glad she had suggested they disrobe before getting in bed. She did not think he was awake but loved the fact that they were together. She pressed herself back against him and was delighted that he got hard in no time at all.
His big member was now pressed between her ass cheeks. She felt slutty again and wanted him. Zoey reached between her legs and moved him against her wetness, where her moist slit could massage him. She moved her hips to get him wet and soon Ken started pumping himself slowly. It felt heavenly. The ridge of his head would tickle her clit right before its journey forward where his shaft rubbed her. She was breathing heavily and pinching a nipple as he lubricated himself using her.
Zoey felt crazy with desire by the time he changed it up. He was kissing her neck now and aimed for her tunnel and pressed forward. His invasion caused her to gasp as he opened her vagina up for his use once again. Zoey moaned approval and arched her back to give Ken a better angle to bury himself. His hand went to her breast and her nipple was caught between two fingers. He closed his hand and the pinch gave her another input to contend with.
"Yea, fuck me Kenny," she whispered.
The pumping started going faster. He was not wasting any time. Zoey felt her body yearning for the release that she had enjoyed all evening. Her fingers found her button and she whimpered as she manipulated the bit of flesh that now controlled her. Ken's big member was pushing her further to the goal line.
"God yes!" Zoey heard herself say and the big cock inside her flexed hard.
In a matter of seconds she felt it release it's wonderful juice and her body superheated. She was blinded by the pleasure and hoped that she could breathe at the end of the journey to bliss.
She came down quickly and felt her energy drain as his member shrunk and withdrew from her tunnel. Soon she was drifting off again with a smile on her face.
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The sun was up before she knew it. Zoey glanced at Ken sleeping peacefully and decided not to wake him. It was a little after 6 AM and she slid out of bed carefully. Once clear of the sheets, she tiptoed out of the bedroom and found the coffeemaker. She got dressed while the brew got hot and was dismayed that she could not find her panties. The Keurig was ready and she decided that they would give her a reason to come back that night. She took her mug over to the dinette and heard a noise behind her. She spun around and said 'Morning.'
Ken was standing over her and whispered, "it's not morning yet."
He took her cup and then grabbed her and kissed her hard. Ken was still naked and she felt his dick pressing against her stomach. She was overwhelmed by the liplock and felt her body shift into high gear.
Suddenly Zoey felt Ken's hands slide under her skirt and he lifted her up. As she left the ground, Zoey put her legs around his waist and he massaged her bum while they made out. She wondered what happened to her coffee but Ken was quickly driving her thoughts to one thing. He put her down on the table and leaned her back. Zoey felt herself wide open and had that wonderful slutty feeling that Ken gave her. She watched him align his missile and press himself in.
"Oh Kenny," she purred as he stretched her open once more.
There was a slight pain from his big dick but it was now something that she looked forward to. He took his time and worked her open and was soon stroking into her over and over. Zoey laid back to enjoy his work and started rubbing her body. Their eyes met and Zoey felt the beginning of the journey to bliss. She loved that he wanted her.
Ken was going strong and Zoey moved her caress from her body to her chest. She pushed her shirt up to show her bosom and pinched her nipples for him.
Ken growled, "yea."
He picked up speed at this and she felt him pounding her again. Zoey was trying to hold her orgasm at bay so they could cum together.
"Baby, fill up my pussy," she said and stared into his eyes.
Ken started breathing harder. Zoey loved seeing his passion for her. His stroke was hard enough now that he was banging into her. She closed her eyes to let the passion overtake her. It was not long and she felt her body combust with her orgasm. It hit her and she felt her tunnel contract but Ken did not slow down at all. He was still pounding her vagina. Her orgasm accelerated and her mind went blank from the pleasure.
Still being ravaged, Zoey was barely in control. Her first orgasm had ended but another was on its heels. Ken was sweating as he stood between her legs with his hips keeping perfect time. She looked and saw his tousled hair and shadow of a beard and marvelled that she could have such a wonderful man as her own. Her mind started racing and between this and her pussy being attacked she lost control.
"Oh god baby, I'm cumming again," she moaned.
Ken fucked her even harder and sprayed several shots into her quivering hole. It felt divine and Zoey groaned again. He pulled out slowly, leaving more sperm as he did. Zoey loved having his baby juice inside her and wondered if her birth control would protect her from his big load. She would not mind at all having Ken's baby and wondered what Timothy would say seeing a big blondish muscular boy as 'his' son.
"Now it's morning," Ken said and grinned.
Zoey started giggling and it got Ken going as well. They both laughed for a bit and Ken helped her up to a sitting position. He leaned over and kissed her again as she stroked his softening penis. That settled them both down and they made out for a while.
Soon, however, Ken broke their kiss and said softly, "Baby, I'd love for you to stay, but I have a call at 8 for work. I don't know that I can do a work call with you here."
Zoey grinned and flushed at the compliment. She wanted to stay and distract him and be slutty for him all day but did not want him in trouble or mad at her. Besides, she had a tee time with Madelyn at nine.
"It's okay lover, I need to go anyway. Can I come back later?" Zoey asked.
"Not til six, I have calls most of the day," he answered as he retrieved his shorts from the bedroom.
She followed him and whined playfully, "No time for Zoey all day?"
She melted at his smile as he responded. I have two hours for lunch, but I planned to work out then."
"I'll give you a workout," Zoey cooed and lifted her skirt above her crotch.
Ken grinned and kissed her on the forehead, "go get cleaned up. I'll see you tonight."
He walked her to the door before she remembered her gift.
"I told Lisa that you forgot your keys, that's how I got your address. Here," and she handed Ken the pre-school key set.
Ken looked at the keys and then gave Zoey a look that made her flush again.
"Thank you Zoey." he said before kissing her goodbye.
He pulled the door open and she kissed the air toward him before heading out looking for anyone that might see her.
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<em>This is Chapter 2 of 3 (so far). The ratings will tell me if I should keep going. See chapter 1 for Zoey meeting Ken. Hope you enjoy.</em>
<strong>Chapter 2</strong>
Zoey dashed home after her marathon sex with Ken. She texted Madelyn to meet her for breakfast before their round and then cleaned herself up with a long shower. She got to the club before eight and ordered a double oatmeal and a fruit plate. This was normally three meals for her but she was ravenous after getting laid all night.
The waitress Christy dropped off her food and gave her a small sneer like usual. Zoey did not know why she could not seem to get along with Christy but they had a healthy dislike for each other. She was small like Zoey, but had huge breasts along with hair that seemed to change color daily. That along with her tattoos and shaved sides of her head just threw Zoey off enough that she could not be nice to the girl. Christy seemed to dislike her as well and they barely spoke.
Madelyn walked in right after the food arrived and nodded to Christy and most of the others in the dining room. She sat down and watched Zoey take a bite of oatmeal. After two seconds her eyes went wide and Zoey smiled after she swallowed.
"Girl, you are glowing!" Madelyn whispered loudly.
Zoey's grin broadened.
"I thought Timothy was gone," she added.
Madelyn realized what that meant and leaned in closer.
"He is gone. I'm sure of it. Who melted the ice queen?" she asked, barely containing her glee.
You don't know him, he's a new member. I played with him yesterday after you left me high and dry." Zoey said, drawing out the suspense.
She knew she would tell Madelyn everything, she always did. They were besties and people gossiped that they were lovers.
"If you look like this after I leave you high and dry, I'll do it more often," Madelyn joked.
"Will there be anything else?" Christy asked, appearing beside her like a wraith.
"I'm fine, thank you," Zoey said coolly.
She did not want Christy hearing any of this. With their animosity Christy would certainly tell everyone she was fooling around and Timothy would hear. She gave Christy her membership number for the bill and waited for her to leave the area.
She finished her breakfast quickly and Madelyn helped her with the oatmeal. She continued pressing Zoey for details but Christy seemed to be hovering so Zoey made her wait. Once on the course, she told Madelyn his name was Ken. She described him, the round, the flirting, and how nice he was. She mentioned her playing with his pants and feeling his penis and Madelyn accused her of doing it on purpose. She insisted that it was accidental and then grinned in spite of herself. Madelyn laughed at this until Zoey said she went to his apartment.
She told all about the lesson and then seducing him and spending the night with him and making love all night long. She admitted that he took her in the morning for the fourth or fifth time of the night.
Madelyn's eyes went wide at him doing her that much in one night. She then pried for details for most of the round. She then asked Zoey if she was going to see him again or break his heart. Zoey smacked her friend's arm and then said she was planning on spending that night with him if she could. Madelyn could not believe she was doing this. Zoey had been hearing her say she needed another man to take care of her needs for a few years now.
The round went by quickly and Madelyn told her to go take a nap so she could stay up all night again. Zoey pshawed her and then decided that it sounded like a good idea once she started home. She was tired and did not want to fall asleep on Ken. She had to stop herself from masturbating about him once she got into bed and then did sleep until the alarm went off at four. She took another shower and then ate a snack so she was ready to fuck if Ken was.
Zoey pulled on a tennis dress with a high collar but was short enough to barely hide her ass. She decided against panties and hoped that Ken approved. She put another spritz of perfume on her thighs and hoped that Ken got close enough to smell it. She loved him licking her and hoped that he did it again tonight.
Not able to wait for 6 PM, Zoey drove over to Ken's early and was going to wait outside for when she was allowed to go in. Time seemed to stop for her and she was antsy sitting there, and horny as well. She was tempted to play with herself there in her car but did not want to finish before being with Ken. He got all her orgasms from now on.
About five til, she saw his door open and Ken look around. He saw her in her car and waved her up. She loved seeing his big smile at seeing her, he was looking forward to being with her too. Zoey got out and hurried to his door. She had on her highest heels and it was slowing her down. They were only two inches, she wished they were higher. Ah well, hopefully he would like these.
She got to his door and realized she had not checked for anyone she knew but was not sure she cared. As far as she was concerned, she was Ken's girl now. He was holding the door open and moved aside for her to step in. She felt his eyes on her as she walked by and hoped he approved.
The door shut and Zoey spun around. She could not wait another moment. She reached for Ken as he did for her and they embraced tightly. Their lips met and within a second their tongues were intertwined. Ken pulled her tighter to him, like he needed her closer to him. She drank in his passion.
Soon Zoey felt his hands drift down her body and then under her dress. She smiled as he found her bare ass.
"My my, that feels nice," Ken said as they broke their kiss.
Zoey grinned, Ken brought out her slut quickly again. "the front is even better."
His hand moved around her hip and she felt his caress on her bare slit. She had shaved herself completely for him today. His eyes showed his surprise and then she saw approval in his eyes.
"For you," she whispered.
They started making out as his fingers dancing over her. It was not long and one pushed inside her and she pulled away gasping. She was against the wall in the hallway and he started fingering her hard. Zoey's knees spread to give Ken all the room she could. She was rewarded with another finger and the feelings multiplied. He nibbled on her neck for a bit and then just watched her face.
'God I've been here two minutes and I'm about to cum,' Zoey thought.
Ken hit her g-spot and her mind went blank. The pleasure overwhelmed her and she moaned loudly. She felt herself squirting again and tried to keep her breath from leaving her completely. He kept rubbing her and she kept soaking his hand. It felt divine.
As her knees started to sag, Ken let her go and held her up at the same time. She felt like a rag doll in his arms and he swept her up and carried her straight to the bedroom. He put her on the bed and she asked, "Do you like my shoes?"
'Where did that come from?' Zoey thought.
Ken looked at her legs and then quickly went up her whole body.
"I like all of you," Ken said softly.
Zoey grinned and wriggled into the covers. She could see the bulge in his shorts and could not wait to get fucked. Her legs opened again so he could see her handiwork. She saw him drinking her in and staring at her pleasure zone. 'Shaving was a good idea,' she thought.
Ken started opening his pants and Zoey could not contain herself. She needed to be naked. She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled hard to get it over her head as fast as she could. She left it above her on the spread and shimmied over the the edge of the bed. Ken had his shorts off and was unbuttoning his shirt. She wanted to tell him to leave his shirt on but did not want to seem even sluttier than she was already acting.
Soon he was naked and she marveled at his body again. He was so fit, she couldn't believe she was with him. Timothy was spindly and almost sickly looking. He grabbed her hips and put her where he wanted her. She was now spread wide on the edge of the bed with her legs in the air. She felt him rub his massive cockhead against her slit and then pushed inside her. Zoey groaned like always at the invasion. The way he stretched her open was wonderful now. She could not imagine anything better. After two strokes the pain was gone and all she felt was ecstasy.
She came quickly and let it take her over. Her legs drooped as she relaxed and Ken grabbed her thighs. He lifted them up and pulled them further out. Zoey felt the stretch but it did not matter, Ken wanted her legs out so that is where they went.
Ken said softly, "I've been thinking about this all day."
Zoey could not stop her smile, "So have I, baby."
Ken picked up speed at this and was pumping her nicely. She was not quite ravaged but it felt great except she soon found herself sliding away from him. Ken noticed as well and grabbed her and pulled her back to the edge of the bed. He then took her hands and put them down beside her so she could hold onto the edge. He then grabbed her thighs and pressed back inside her.
However, instead of starting to pump again, Ken caressed her legs and was soon holding them out by her calves. They were no longer bent at the knee and the stretch was even deeper. But so was the pleasure, as she could see how much Ken liked her like this. He was pushing in deep and pulling out almost all the way. Then he would do it again and again, She started cumming again and Ken let go of her legs so he could do her harder. He already seemed to know that she liked it a little rough.
He had her hips and was punishing her pussy. Her orgasm ended and another was right behind it. Ken kept going strong and Zoey howled at the feelings while soaking him with her fluids. As she came down from her second orgasm, Ken pushed hard and unloaded his precious cargo into her. The timing was off this time but there was no complaints coming from Zoey. Her brain felt like mush from three orgasms in the last twenty minutes or so.
Ken pulled out and sat down next to Zoey. She wanted to sit up and kiss him but was losing energy by the second.
"That was fabulous Kenny," she purred.
He was still catching his breath and nodded his agreement. She reached up and rubbed his back while he recovered. His back looked as good as the rest of him and she caressed his muscles.
Suddenly Zoey heard the sound of her phone ringing. It was still by the door in her purse. She let it go and they both sat listening to the tones. It stopped and Zoey started to relax. She sat up and got on her knees beside Ken. She was tall enough to reach him this way and leaned over to kiss him. She loved their silent moments like this but then her phone rang again.
"I guess you better get it," Ken said softly.
Zoey nodded and hurried off to answer the call. She was afraid of who it was and she was right. Timothy called every day or two to check in. She tried to make it short but Timothy seemed to need to chat for once. She said she was at Madelyn's and assured him that she would pick him up at the airport. He finally let her go and she turned to see Ken sitting on the sofa. He had his clothes back on and looked upset.
"Kenny?" she said softly.
He looked up at her and then back at the sofa. He was definitely upset.
"Baby? I'm sorry," Zoey said as she approached him.
Ken frown got deeper and she wondered if this was over for real this time. She was ready to grab her dress and leave when he looked up.
"I'm not sure I can do this," he said.
Her first thought was, 'I thought I was the one who was supposed to feel guilty. Not the single guy.'
"Should I go?" she asked sheepishly.
Still being naked, she covered herself, one hand over her crotch and one over both breasts.
Ken continued, "I told myself all day that it was just the same as you being single, you just had a job and had to be at work. But when he calls... I'm sorry."
She could see the emotion on his face and went to him. She could not stop herself. She grabbed his arm as she sat down beside him. She felt herself tearing up.
"Um... okay... I'm so sorry. I'll ..."
Zoey couldn't bring herself to say she would go. Her emotions were getting the best of her. Ken looked at her and wrapped her up in his arms. She could not believe she was crying again. Maybe this was not a good idea after all. But his arms felt so right around her, it could not be a mistake. There was no way.
They held each other for a bit and Ken was kissing her head to get her to calm down. Zoey felt better now but still was deathly afraid that he would send her away. She opened two buttons on his shirt and was caressing his chest. Ken seemed to like it and she liked doing it.
"Damn you're sexy," Ken said out of the blue.
She looked up at him and he leaned down and kissed her softly. She was trying to hold back but wanted him so badly. After a bit his tongue snaked into her mouth and she moaned her approval. Her passion would not be denied for long and she opened the rest of his shirt. As soon as it was open she started on his pants. The button and fly were quickly defeated and he pushed down his shorts before she had a chance to.
Zoey felt like she did the day before. She had to mate and it had to be Ken. She moved into his lap and then raised up. She aligned with his cock standing proudly and sank down hard. The pain was obvious this time and she yelped.
"Are you alright baby?" he asked.
"Mmm, yea, you're so big. Go slow," she purred.
She felt him flex inside her. It felt sublime. He grabbed her hips and started to raise her up and she stopped him.
"No baby, let me do the work this time, you just relax."
Ken's hands slid down her legs while she straddled him. She raised herself up as far as she could onto her knees and then went down again slowly. This time Ken groaned and she smiled. She started a rhythm and soon Ken moaned again. He liked this.
Zoey picked up speed and tried to get the same vicious strokes that Ken gave her. She could not get the leverage and whimpered her frustration.
"What's wrong baby," Ken said softly.
"I need to cum," Zoey whined.
Ken's thumb found her clit within seconds and his massage helped immensely.
"Yea," Zoey cooed.
"Better?"
"Oh yea," Zoey cried out.
Ken started rubbing her harder while she rode him. She was so close but could not get to the finish line. Her legs were getting tired and she fell against him while still impaled. She was breathing hard and wondered how he found the energy to pound her again and again.
"Turn around," Ken said.
She pulled back and looked at him.
"It'll be better, I promise," he repeated.
Zoey raised up and then climbed off of him. He took her hips and spun her around. He then kicked her legs open and put his under her. He then leaned her forward and pulled her down. As he did, his dick slid right into her love tunnel. She liked him taking charge like this and felt all kinds of slutty at being done from behind. She could not even see him except his legs and feet.
"Now bounce on it," Ken ordered.
She raised and lowered herself on his rod and liked the feeling but was not getting the ravaging that she needed. But after a bit Ken grabbed her hips and held her in place. He started pumping up into her and her head went back in ecstasy. This is what she wanted.
"Rub your clit," Ken commanded.
Zoey immediately did as she was told. Her fingers started massaging herself roughly and her orgasm came out of nowhere. It echoed through her and she felt herself squirting for Ken again. He continued using her fuck hole and prolonging her rapture.
Finally she came down and fell against him. Ken only stopped long enough to pull her knees open and up before driving his hips again. He was breathing hard and Zoey pleaded, "Fill up my pussy baby, please?"
Ken started plowing her fields harder and she reached down and tickled his balls while he fucked her. Ken groaned loudly and she felt him shoot into her. One, two, three spurts even after screwing her earlier.
Zoey waited until he started softening and climbed off of him. She could not hide her grin and leaned over to kiss him. Ken was breathing heavily and still looked serious. Zoey lost her smile and worried that he was still fighting being with her.
"Was that good?" she asked while sitting down next to him.
"Too good. You squashed my resolve again," he said and put an arm over his eyes as he leaned back.
Zoey was hurt by this. She did not want to be here if he did not want her.
"Fine," she said stiffly and went to retrieve her dress.
Ken got up and followed her into the bedroom where her dress was waiting.
"Zoey, wait," Ken said.
She hurriedly pulled the dress over her head as he walked up to her. He put his hands on her arms.
"Isn't this hard for you?" he asked.
She snorted, "No. Everything about you is better than..."
She left off saying Timothy's name since it seemed to upset him. She saw him get embarrassed at what she said and felt her heart strings pull for him all over again. She really did not want to leave at all.
"Thank you," he said softly.
She fought her smile but it won, and then Ken smiled back at her. It was that smile that melted the rest of her. Damn him.
"Are you hungry? Can we eat before you go?" Ken asked timidly.
Zoey was not, but agreed with a nod. This would be good, it would let her stay and they both saved face. They ordered pizza with a large sausage for him and a medium veggie for her. She admitted to him that she was a vegetarian but not a militant one so he was fine getting what he wanted. They had been chatting about golf while waiting for the food but he got quiet now, maybe he assumed she was not eating much so she could go sooner. How could she fix this?
He stopped eating suddenly and said he would pack up the rest for later. He carried the boxes into the kitchen and she heard rustling while he went about the task. She turned on the television and another black and white movie was playing. She stood watching it until he returned. When he did he looked at the show and told her what it was called. She asked if they could watch and he nodded with a surprised smile.
He had a pair of gym shorts on now with his open dress shirt. Zoey was aching to play with his dick while they watched. She felt like she shouldn't after everything that had transpired. He was letting her stay and she did not want to provoke anything. So Zoey cuddled up to his arm as they watched and after a bit he put his arm around her. When he did she snaked her arms around him and held him tightly. He could probably feel her hard nipples against his side now.
By the end of the movie he was kissing her head every few minutes and she was doing the same to his chest. She thought he still wanted her and she definitely wanted him. As the credits rolled and some guy came on talking about the movie he pulled away.
"Zoey, are you sure you want to leave?" he asked.
Zoey felt her sex drive kick start as she answered, "I'm sure I don't want to leave."
Ken's smile could not be faked, he was happy she wanted to stay. But it disappeared too quickly and he kept going.
"This is very hard for me, can we not talk about your... job?"
'What in the world is he talking about?' Zoey thought.
She looked at him in confusion.
"You know, your job being his... wife," Ken said.
Zoey nodded, it being her job made it easier for Ken, "of course."
She saw his entire body relax, he must have been worrying about this through the movie. She slithered over to him and wrapped him up in a hug. She was getting to know him and finding that she liked him more and more as she did. She leaned up and he kissed her tenderly. She thought about her foot lifting up in the back like the old movie heroine had. It felt like a kiss where she should.
After they broke, she took his hand and led him to the bedroom. She wanted him to have her again. Beside the bed they kissed again and this was more passion and lust than caring and love. Did she just think that?
Zoey started massaging him through his pants and felt him getting hard. He let her continue a bit and then pulled her dress over her head. She then peeled his shorts down and saw his member staring back at her with its one big eye. Zoey wanted to stroke him more but he gently pushed her back so she fell onto the bed. Her legs spread immediately and he kneeled down beside the bed. He pulled her over to him and started licking her pussy vigorously. Ken went through everything he had the night before and it all felt just as wonderful. Zoey started cumming even faster as the anticipation drove her as much as the pleasure did. She gave Ken the same bath as well as she was even more relaxed tonight.
Ken came up and wiped his face again and said, "I'm going to need more covers for the bed."
Zoey felt herself color but grinned when she saw he was just joking with her.
"I can't help it, you're too good at that."
Ken gave her a sheepish look at the mention of what he had said earlier. She smiled at him and said, "Now finish the job baby."
Ken looked confused and she continued, "fuck me like the slut I am."
She lifted her legs as she spoke and gave Ken a great view of her vagina, wet and waiting for his use. Ken's eyes shined and his cock waved upward as it flexed with his excitement. He stroked himself a couple of times and then aligned with her tunnel. Zoey grabbed her knees and pulled back even more to give Ken all the room he wanted. Her secretions and his saliva gave him easy access and he drove deep into her as they both groaned in pleasure.
He started pumping himself in a slow rhythm and she wiggled her hips to give them both more pleasure. She took one hand away from her knee and started rubbing her clit while he fucked her. 'Ken is fucking my pussy because I'm his slut,' went through her mind. She liked thinking dirty like this.
"Mmm, yea," Zoey said out loud.
"Like that baby? Ken asked.
"Ohh yea, fuck me," she purred.
Ken went faster hearing this. Zoey could feel her body moving as he banged into her. This is what she had been missing from her marriage and could not live without now.
"Kenny?"
"Yea baby?" he responded between his breaths.
"I'm feeling slutty."
Ken growled approval and fucked her even harder. Zoey felt her body superheat and her mind went blank. Her orgasm soaked Ken and caused him to lose control as well. By the time she knew what was happening, Ken was spraying her stomach with his sperm. She gazed at him and swore he was her own personal angel.
He leaned over her and she hoped he would lay down on top of her. She was delighted when he did and wrapped him up in a huge hug. Her arms and legs went around him and held him tightly. They kissed a few times and whispered how great the sex was for them. Zoey could not wipe the smile off her face. She had cum like six times already.
After a few minutes Ken lifted off of her and then helped her up. They went into the bathroom and took a shower together. They soaped each other down and took special care of the other's erogenous zones. There was lots of kissing and Zoey noticed that Ken was smiling almost as much as she was.
They enjoyed the washing but Zoey yawned before the water went cold. She was exhausted again and Ken pulled out a fluffy towel for her. Clean and dry, they climbed into bed with Zoey hoping for another wake up or two by Ken's big dick.
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Zoey woke up and the sun was streaming in the window. Ken was not in the bedroom and she wondered what was going on. She pushed the hair from her eyes and yawned. Then she stretched and felt the soreness in her thighs. The feeling made her smirk and she was about to go look for Ken when he came in carrying a tray.
"Morning!" he said cheerfully.
Zoey felt her smile almost break her face. He was wearing gym shorts again but that was all. Gawd he was sexy. She popped up onto her knees to see the tray and saw muffins, bagels, and toast with butter and two jars. There was juice and what she supposed was coffee.
"What's your pleasure?" he asked and set the tray at the foot of the bed.
Zoey wanted to say something proper, but looking at the bulge in his shorts she said, "you."
She saw his eyes shining and the smile on his face. He stepped up to her and she pulled out the elastic and then slid the garment down. Once over his muscular thighs, it dropped to the floor.
There it was, not even completely hard and staring her in the face. She could not wait to get fucked again. She took it in both hands and started pumping it slowly. She kept her eyes on his and felt it enlarge further in her hands. She felt his hand slide into her hair and around the back of her head. She loved feeling his hands on her, anywhere.
Ken's prick seemed like a throbbing lump of granite and Zoey pulled back and laid on her back. Her legs went wide and she hoped that Ken would take her right away. But when she looked at him she saw disappointment. Before she could ask what was wrong, he grabbed her and put her on her knees. She was facing away and he bent her over and spread her legs. She felt him rubbing himself on her and then pressed in.
"Oohh, fuck," Zoey moaned as Ken buried himself in her.
Ken started pounding her before she was ready. The pain was exquisite but soon her juices lubricated him like the engine of a battleship. His piston was driving her to orgasm before she knew it. He was holding her hips tighter than normal too. Her wetness had become loud and she could hear their coupling as Ken ravaged her. She lost composure and came hard. She screamed but Ken never slowed down.
As she came off her high she heard Ken ask harshly, "is this was you wanted?"
"Yes, oh god!" Zoey cried through heavy breaths.
Zoey was in heaven. She was just coming down from one and started another orgasm.
"You are a slut, aren't you," Ken said. He never let up on her as he pushed harder and harder.
"Mmm, yea, fuck me baby," Zoey moaned.
Her orgasm was almost upon her and she raised up on her hands. Ken pushed her back down and held her face against the bed. Zoey did not mind, she was skipping down the road to bliss and this only helped her get to her destination. She started cumming and sprayed the bed this time with moan that came from deep within her. Ken still did not stop and continued punishing her into ecstasy. Zoey did not have time to recover from one orgasm when the next one hit and this one was massive. She fell forward off of Ken and hoped that her breath would return before she died from the pleasure.
Zoey had no idea how long it took her to recover. The orgasm had hit her like an earthquake and she knew she would never be the same. Eventually she rolled over and gazed at her lover. He looked stoic and remarkably calm after what they had shared. She soon fell back and closed her eyes as she basked in the afterglow. She heard Ken moving around the room and soon felt a cool cloth wiping her down gently.
"Oh baby, that feels so good," she murmured.
Ken gave her a look she did not understand and hoped that he knew she meant it as the highest compliment. Zoey did not know what else to say. She could not tell him she loved him, it was way too early for that. But she did, she knew it in her heart.
"Are you hungry?" he asked softly.
She sat up and grinned. She was not hungry for anything but him.
"Not really," she said.
Ken looked disappointed for a moment and then his face became a mask of composure.
"Ok, well..." he began but then stopped.
Zoey grinned again, he was such a dear. She rubbed his arm but could still not find anything to say. She noticed the time and it was after nine. Zoey had an eleven o'clock meeting for the nominating committee at the club.
She frowned now and said, "I've got a meeting at the club at eleven. Can I see you this afternoon?"
Ken stared for a moment and responded, "I've got stuff most of the day, can you come back tonight?"
Zoey felt sheepish, "I've got... work starting at five. I'm sorry."
Ken's mask came back. She wondered what this meant. She offered to stop by the next day or Sunday as she was sure she could get away at least for a while. Ken was noncommittal. She wondered if he had something already and did not want to disappoint her.
Her dress was in the floor beside the bed and she slipped into it. She then pranced over the Ken and hugged him hard. She needed it to last until Monday when she could come see him for sure. He hugged her back and gave her a way too short kiss. He then guided her toward the door. She stopped and got his cell info so she could text or call him if needed. Finally the door opened and she kissed the air toward him before turning to leave.
On the way home she had revelation. She was replaying the morning and Ken taking her like a whore. She suddenly realized that she did not remember him cumming. She stopped at a light and pressed as far inside herself as she could, looking for any remnant of him. Finding none, she wondered if she had done something wrong and not pleased him. She decided to call and just say goodbye but he did not answer.
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The rest of the day went by quickly. Zoey showered, had her meeting, and then a call with Madelyn before getting Timothy at the airport. He looked disheveled and tired as she offered him a cheek that he ignored. The evening was uneventful and she longed to find herself at Ken's door. She texted him around 10 but he did not respond.
Saturday she went shopping and bought Ken two new Hawaiian shirts. She smiled to herself remembering pulling the buttons off of one, and then thought the other suited him enough that she had to get it. She stopped by his place on the way home but no one answered. She left the bags in her trunk so Timothy did not find them. Sunday she could not think of a reason to go out so she stayed at home all day.
Monday was another tee time with Madelyn. They played twice a week and then once more with their foursome. Zoey was feeling horny all morning and could not wait to go over to Ken's. She was planning on getting him to fuck her right there in the hallway by the door. That would be so slutty she felt like she could cum just thinking about it.
It started to rain on the seventh hole, and they decided to quit after nine. Sitting in the clubhouse afterward, she saw Ken walk in wearing a tee-shirt and shorts. He was working out at the club now and she got excited seeing him. Madelyn noticed of course. She gave Ken the once over and nodded approvingly while Zoey fought a big smile.
Ken saw her and gave them a small wave. She hoped that it was because others were around and went to follow him when he left the room. She got into the hallway and he had disappeared. She saw the door to the kitchen cracked open and looked in. She saw Ken standing, facing away from her. Her eyes popped as she saw Christy kneeling in front of him bobbing her head.
Part of Zoey was appalled, and part of excited. She had never given oral to anyone before. She saw Ken's hand run through Christy's hair and she felt a pain in her chest. She heard Christy moan and Ken's hand went to the back of her head. He looked to be pulling her onto him and Zoey felt like she could cry. Ken grunted and Christy was still for what seemed an eternity. The waitress pulled away smiling and Zoey ran off. She went straight to her car and drove home.
She was not sure when the tears started, but they continued for several hours in her bedroom. After that she called Madelyn and explained what she had seen. Maddie was understanding and outraged that Christy was trying to steal her man. They talked about what Zoey should do about this and they agreed that she should go talk it out with Ken and see if this was going on before Zoey met him and if she should stop seeing him.
Zoey did her face up and dress in her best casual attire. Another short skirt and a silk shirt that hugged her body while being unbuttoned down below her meager cleavage. She slipped on her sandals and drove over to see her new man.
She was scared to death as she knocked on his door. After a bit Ken answered and gave her a cordial greeting while inviting her in. He did not seem happy to see her and she wondered if this was a mistake. She walked into the living room but did not sit down. She wanted to stand and face him, even with him towering over her. Through all of it Zoey felt her body yearning his. She was moist under her skirt and she felt her nipples pressing against the soft silk.
"Ken, I saw you in the kitchen with Christy today," she began.
Ken grimaced and colored. He looked embarrassed but said nothing.
"I thought we had something," Zoey continued.
She heard her voice crack. She had hoped to stay calm and get through this, but there was no way.
Ken said, "it's only been a couple of days."
"But I'm your girl!" Zoey cried. She was fighting hard not to lose it now.
Ken's demeanor changed at this. He got a scowl on his face and his body went rigid. Zoey felt a pang of fear. But as quickly as he got mad he calmed down.
"I was married once before,' he said softly.
She could barely hear him so she took a small step closer. Her emotions were in check now as she could see Ken's on display.
"It's been a few years now. She used to tell me she was mine all the time. 'I'm yours' or 'I'm Ken's woman'. But after a bit I found out she was fooling around on me. She had three other guys when I left her," he said.
He was getting upset just talking about it and Zoey was dying to hold him.
"So you're not mine, you're Timothy's," he spat.
There was silence and Zoey digested what he had said.
"When the divorce was final, I promised myself that I would never be with a married woman. But you're so nice, so beautiful, so sexy; that I broke that promise. Even now, I want to scoop you up and carry you away."
Zoey felt a rush at hearing this.
"But you're not mine," he said finally.
Zoey was devastated. He had strong feelings for her but would not act on them. She waited almost a minute and then started toward the door. But before she even left the room she stopped and turned around.
"Ken, I'm sorry about what happened before. But I'm not her. And I'll prove it if you let me."
She turned back and walked to the door. She was praying that he would stop her but she never heard a sound as she left.
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She drove straight to Madelyn's and was sobbing by the time her friend answered the door. Maddie gave her a big hug and then a big glass of wine. They spent the evening talking and decided that Zoey had been a bit selfish in her time with Ken. After their last morning, Madelyn assumed that Ken was upset that she had not reciprocated the oral sex and Zoey admitted that she did not know how to perform felatio. Maddie got a big smile and ran off. She quickly returned with two dildos and gave one to Zoey. She then proceeded to give her a quick lesson on how to give head.
The wine was flowing and the lesson soon degenerated into joking and sexual innuendo. Zoey insisted that it worked better putting it into her vagina and spread her legs to show her friend. Madelyn followed suit after stripping her shorts off. They were soon masturbating together and the room was charged with sexual energy.
Madelyn leaned over and kissed Zoey softly and then kissed her a little harder. Zoey put up no resistance and they were soon making out madly. The rest of their clothes landed in a pile and before Zoey knew it Maddie was down between her legs showing her that Ken was not the best pussy licker around. Madelyn's tongue was so talented. She covered every inch of her vagina and had her begging for Maddie to suck her clit. Once she did she squirted for her, which made Madelyn roll off the bed laughing. Zoey joined her on the floor and reciprocated as best she could. She tongued all over Madelyn's cunny and sucked her clit until she came for Zoey. Very proud of herself, she came up with juices covering most of her face. Madelyn kissed her hard and they cleaned each other up with tongues before jumping into the big tub that Maddie had.
They were cuddling and making out a bit after their bath when her phone rang. She hoped it was Ken and ran to get it. She saw Timothy's name on the ID and grimaced.
"Hello Timothy," she said.
"Uh, yes, Zoey. I was wondering when you would be home," she heard Timothy say.
"Well, I've had some wine and think it best if I stay here tonight," Zoey said with a grin.
Madelyn was walking up and giggled at this.
"Ah, um, okay. What do you girls do over there?" Timothy asked next.
This was strange, he usually just let her go after saying she was staying.
"Well, we'll probably watch a movie, drink some more, talk about guys we would fuck if I wasn't married and she wasn't a lesbian."
She heard Timothy gasp. She apologized and said the last part was a joke. Madelyn spoke loudly and said it was not and they both started laughing. Madelyn was bi-sexual but had not been with a man for a while that Zoey knew about.
The joke scared Timothy off the phone like she knew it would. They opened another bottle and drank it while talking about Ken and what Zoey could do with him if she got him naked again. Madelyn joined in and said she would do him as well if he was as big as Zoey said.
They slept together but had no more sex other than more kissing and some gentle caresses. Maddie always made her feel better, no matter what was going crazy in her life. Zoey loved her dearly. In the morning Madelyn suggested that she watch some pornography about blow jobs to see how the pros did it. Zoey considered the idea on the way home.
Zoey was surprised to find Timothy home when she arrived. He was usually gone by seven. He was in the shower and she needed to take her birth control. She she knocked lightly and opened the door. Timothy had not heard her and she stepped inside quietly. She could see him through the glass and he had several welts on his back.
"What are those marks?" she asked loudly.
Timothy spun around in shock, "Zoey?!"
"Good morning Timothy, what are those marks?" She asked again.
He stepped out of the shower and Zoey handed him a towel. He kept his back to her while he dried off and she waited patiently for him to explain. He did not say anything and Zoey took control.
"What's her name?" she asked sharply.
Timothy's head went down but he was still silent.
"Okay, what's his name?" Zoey asked next, knowing that this would get to Timothy.
His head shot up, appalled that she would say that.
"Cherry, Mistress Cherry," he said timidly.
"Mistress?" Zoey repeated.
Timothy nodded and looked at the floor again.
Zoey knew why they were not having sex anymore, either Mistress Cherry did not want him to, or he needed her to tell him when to. She had never guessed that he was submissive, but now could see all of it clearly.
Timothy was standing with the towel around his waist, looking pitiful.
"Very well Timothy, you may have your Mistress Cherry. I want a divorce. I'll be here another week or two and will be moving out after that." Zoey said calmly.
She felt a weight lift off of her, Ken was as good as hers.
"I will not publicize what you've just told me as long as you don't contest the settlement. I will be more than fair," Zoey continued.
Timothy nodded and almost ran from the bathroom. Zoey took her meds and started to call Ken but decided to wait. She got cleaned up and then checked the house to make sure Timothy was gone before digging out an old boot box in the closet. She thought of it as her toy box and it had her collection of vibrators and dildos. She selected the one that most reminded her of Ken, which was also the largest one she had. She smirked at this, thinking about when she bought it she assumed it was unrealistic.
She sat down at her computer and started watching. After a bit she got a glass of wine. She found it fascinating and was amazed at how much and varied the content was. She stripped down and masturbated while watching after using the plastic cock for practice. Her cunnie was in serious need of attention and as she fingered her clit she thought of Ken's tongue doing his magic. The she imagined herself on her knees like the girl on her screen. She had Ken's dick in her mouth and was rubbing herself at the same time. Zoey's other hand drifted to her mouth and she sucked on a finger while getting herself off. The tawdriness of the scene she saw herself in was enough to get her to orgasm. Her eyes closed and when they opened again, the girl was smiling while her face was covered in cum. Zoey quickly backed up the video to see the cum shot and hoped she could get Ken to do this to her.
Zoey watched more and more, but finally stopped when she felt hungry. She was surprised that it was evening. She called Ken and thought how appropriate it was to call him sitting naked on her couch.
She heard his voice, "hello?"
"Ken? It's Zoey," she said softly. She hoped he would not just hang up on her.
"Hey, how are you?" he said.
You would never know they had been intimate by the sound of his voice. She hoped he was still interested. It had only been a day but that could be too long they way he had sounded.
"I was wondering if you'd like to play golf tomorrow?" she asked.
The phone was silent for a few seconds and she was about to ask if he was still there.
"I'm sorry I can't, I have work calls all day long," he replied.
Zoey was crushed. He would not give her a chance.
"But I'm free Thursday, would that work for you?" he said suddenly.
Zoey felt her smile pushing her cheeks, "that would be great."
"Ok, would ten be too early?" Ken asked next.
"Ten is fine. I'll see you at the club," she said.
"Great," he replied. He sounded excited. "I'm looking forward to it," Ken added.
"So am I. Bye," she said and hung up.
Zoey hugged herself and could not stop smiling. Suddenly she heard the garage door opening; Timothy was home. She hurried over to her computer and scooped up her toys and ran up the stairs. She tossed them on a chair in a guest room and then covered them with her clothes. She then dashed to the bathroom and flushed the toilet and then turned on the shower. Last she grabbed a towel and threw it on the counter beside the shower. She was checking the water temp when Timothy knocked and then opened the door. She grabbed the towel, acting shocked.
"What?" she demanded.
"Just letting you know I'm home," Timothy said, he looked miserable.
"Okay," she said and waited for him to shut the door.
"Zoey?" he asked.
She turned to him as he walked in.
"I'm sorry, give me another chance?" he pleaded.
Zoey did not want this, "why should I?"
"We're married, I still love you." he said, walking further into the bathroom.
Zoey covered herself up more and stepped further away from him.
"What happened, did Mistress Cherry turn you down?" she asked.
Zoey felt indignant, but not as much as she would have liked. She reminded herself that Timothy was the first one to cheat.
"I'll never talk to her again if you stay," he said.
Zoey could see him tearing up.
"Timothy, we don't love each other, you know this," she said.
"But is it so bad here? I'll take care of you," he cried.
She saw he was about to drop to his knees.
"Call my mother, that would be good enough for her," she said and walked into the guest room.
Zoey locked the door and crawled onto the bed. This suddenly got hard and she was scared that she would lose Ken and Timothy both and be alone. She waited a while and went out to get her book. After that she stayed in the guest room the rest of the night.
The following day she spent shopping and then spent the night with Madelyn. She explained what had happened and Maddie would not let her go home. It was so great having a friend like her and she slept great cuddling with her best friend.
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Zoey got to the course early and was happy that Christy was not working. She had a fruit plate and went to hit balls waiting for Ken. He found her at the driving range and they both loosened up. His shots were like rockets and Zoey was jealous at his length and how he worked to ball.
They were up soon and went out in a cart together again. In the first fairway Zoey tried to tell Ken her news about leaving Timothy but his phone rang. He talked while she hit her approach and then all the way to the green. He three putted for a bogey. Then on the second, he asked her about where she learned to play and she told him about her father teaching her when she was young. This lasted until the fourth hole when she was about to try again. This time Ken brought something up.
"Zoey, did you hear that Christy got fired?" Ken asked and glanced at her.
Zoey was surprised, she had not heard about it, but had not been around the club much.
"No," she said and then stopped.
"You didn't have anything to do with it, did you?" he asked.
Zoey was shocked now, "No, I didn't."
"Okay, I just wondered. She said you didn't like her," Ken said as they stopped at the green.
Zoey waited just a moment before responding, "it's not that I didn't like her, we just didn't seem to get along well. I wouldn't have gotten her fired."
Ken nodded and handed her her putter.
"Why did they fire her anyway?" she asked as they got to the green.
"They caught her with me in the kitchen. That same time you saw us apparently," he explained.
"I'm on probation now, the club secretary called me in yesterday," he added.
Zoey felt terrible for Ken. She could not say the same for Christy, as she really did not like her much. Still, she would not have gotten her fired, even if she had thought of it.
"I'm sorry Ken, but please believe me, I didn't tell anyone around here," she said.
"Okay," Ken replied as he leaned over his putt.
He hit his putt and it went about four feet by. He frowned at the ball and then looked over at Zoey. She was still staring at him and he said, "I believe you."
They finished up the hole in silence and did not speak until the sixth hole. She was in the fairway and Ken was in the rough yet again. He was not playing nearly as well today. Zoey got up her courage one more time.
"Ken, I need to tell you something," she said as they left the tee boxes.
"Shoot," he said.
"I need to use the bathroom," Zoey said and hated herself for chickening out.
"Um, sure," he said and turned the cart.
There were bathrooms on the sixth and thirteenth holes. There was a path to it off the fairway and Ken started down it.
"Ken stop here," she said as they left the fairway.
He shrugged as they stopped on the path. It was very secluded here and was perfect for her plan.
"I'm leaving Timothy," she said and hoped for the best.
"Oh. I'm sorry," he said after a few seconds.
Her heart sank, "you are?"
He started fighting a smile, "not really."
Zoey felt her whole body react, "yeah?"
Ken was grinning now, "yeah."
She started grinning as well and Ken grabbed her. He pulled her against him and kissed her hard. Zoey's head was spinning when they broke. She was already horny and now wanted Ken very badly. She wanted to show him what she had been practicing so she grabbed his zipper.
"Zoey, we can't right here, I told you I'm on probation. I'll get kicked..." he stopped right there.
Zoey had his half hard dick out and her tongue was licking his head. She took as much as she could and felt it grow between her lips. Ken groaned and she hoped he was looking out because she was not stopping. She wanted his cum. She started bobbing on him and soon pushed her hair back behind her ear. Her practice had never been leaning over and she was not ready for it. Fortunately, Ken ran his hand back on one side and pushed it out of the way. This was perfect. She went down again and found that she could not get much past half way. She had heard the porn videos say 'deepthroat it' a lot and assumed that this was something to do, so she pushed herself down further. Her airway was blocked and she choked a bit. She pulled up some until she could breathe and gulped air around his cockhead. She closed her lips around it once she felt better and started bobbing again.
Ken had one hand on her head and the other on her shorts. His fingers were pushing in on her anus and it felt exhilarating. Zoey sucked harder and Ken groaned again. Her lips and tongue felt every bump and vein on his wonderful rod. It tasted delicious.
"Fuck baby," he whispered.
Zoey felt better after hearing this and tried to suck the cum right out of him. It apparently worked and she was soon rewarded with four shots of sperm. She was surprised at their force and pulled off some to taste it better. She was not sure what to do exactly and soon her entire mouth seemed to be full of the gooey liquid. She pulled off of Ken and some of his cum came out and dripped onto his dick. She swallowed what was left and then swallowed again to clear out her mouth and throat.
Sitting up in the cart, she looked at Ken. He had a shocked look on his face and said, "holy shit."
Zoey wondered if this was good. She waited a moment and then asked, "was that okay?"
Ken grinned, "that was better than okay. Damn!"
Zoey grinned back, "it was my first."
Ken looked surprised and then looked Zoey in the eyes, "that was wonderful, thank you."
Zoey felt warm inside. She hoped he would kiss her and was not disappointed. Their lips met and his passion was obvious. Her body reacted and she felt her loins begin their lubrication process.
As they broke the kiss Zoey said, "so, we can finish the round, or we can go fuck."
Ken's eyes widened and he started the cart.
"I want to finish a round with you," he said.
"Oh," she said. She was disappointed that he wanted to play more golf.
"But not today," he added as he drove past the bathrooms.
He drove straight back to the clubhouse and explained that Mrs. Monroe was not feeling well and he was going to drive her home. He would be back later to get his car. The attendant nodded and took their clubs. They did not even change their shoes as they went to her car. Zoey handed her keys to Ken so he could drive. Before they had left the parking lot, she was leaning over into his lap again.
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Zoey was kneeling on a cushion from Ken's couch and bobbing her head slowly. She had never felt so slutty. And that was saying something now. The last three weeks were a blur of sex. She had cum more in those days than in her entire life before meeting Ken. She thought back to that wonderful day.
After telling him she was leaving Timothy, Ken had taken her home and spent the rest of the day screwing her. She had sucked him on the way to his place and then he had done what she wanted earlier; he had fucked her right inside the front door. Ken had ripped her top open and then off her. She stopped him from tearing her shorts and dropped them as fast as she could. He was naked by the time her shorts hit the floor and then picked her up and put her on her back on the tile. The cold on her back was a rush while the warmth of his dick invaded her pussy. Zoey screamed as he stretched her out and found herself cumming while he pounded her like the whore she was becoming. At least she was his whore, no one else got so much as a look from her.
Ken was barely done dumping his load into her when he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. His strength was impressive and would be scary if she thought he might hurt her. The only thing that Ken had hurt on Zoey was her loins. He had fucked her again on the bed from behind this time and she had cum several more times. She thought it was four, but she was not sure. It may have been more.
Ken seemed somewhat sated at that point, but had taken her again before they got dinner delivered. Then again after dinner, and three more times that night. She was exhausted and had slept until eleven. When she came out, Ken was at his computer with a headset on and talking quietly while typing away. He pointed at the camera while talking and she knew that it was on. Zoey really wanted to walk behind him while naked to see what happened, but he probably could not afford to have that happen. She went back into the bedroom after retrieving her phone and called Madelyn to apologize for missing their tee time. She told her friend about what had happened and they were still talking when Ken walked into the bedroom. Zoey saw his cock swinging under his shirt. He was not wearing pants on his call!
Walking up to her, Zoey gave him a quick kiss and then grasped his semi hard member. She started to stroke it while trying to listen to Madelyn. Her distraction grew as his length did and soon she was tonguing his cock head and it slipped into her mouth. Zoey groaned softly and then popped off of Ken with an obvious sound.
She heard the phone, "oh my god! You're sucking him now?"
Zoey giggled and said, "sorry. He's so delicious."
She took him back in and bobbed on him three times and popped off loudly again.
"Damn girl," she heard this time.
She handed the phone to Ken and said, "You should thank Maddie for helping me learn how to give head."
Zoey licked Ken's cockhead and watched as he put the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" he asked. She could see he was reticent to talk right then.
"Yea, I'm Ken, Madelyn right?" he said next. Ken was smiling now.
"Yes, she is," his voice caught as she deep throated him as best she could.
Ken laughed as Zoey continued servicing him, "She says to call her when you're done being a slut."
Zoey pulled off and grinned, "I'm never gonna be done being your slut."
She felt Ken flex in her hand. He liked the sound of that.
"I'll have her call you in a bit. It's nice to meet you Madelyn," he said and hung up.
Zoey focused on her work and was soon rewarded with a snack. She gobbled it down and then grinned at her man. It sounded so nice. Ken was her man. He slid his hand through her hair and then pulled away to let it flow through his fingers the rest of the way.
They continued liked this for almost a week. He would work and she would give him what he wanted when he was between calls. Zoey did not think she got dressed more than once in five days. Sometimes it was head, sometimes he would fuck her, and sometimes he would eat her out. Zoey knew it was selfish, but she loved those the most.
They did end up playing golf the next weekend. They got through the entire round and Zoey shot a personal best of 76. She did it because all she was paying attention to was Ken fingering her between shots. She probably set a record cumming in the cart as well.
The next week she started back playing golf with Madelyn, mainly because Ken told her to. She did find she missed her friend. And Ken was always horny when she returned. She liked him wanting her. One afternoon when she returned home (she already thought of his place as home), she had found Ken waiting for her with a cold drink. She took a few sips and then leaned up for a kiss. Her drink went to the table as they started making out and Zoey started on Ken's shorts while he took care of hers. The clothes dropped to the floor and Ken leaned her back on the arm of the sofa.
Zoey raised her legs high and wide for Ken to bury himself. She licked her hand and wet her lips to get him inside her better. She was moist for him but the extra lubrication could not hurt. Ken slid his cockhead up and down her slit and let her anticipate him penetrating her. She was not kept waiting long and the wonderful pain of the stretch hit her first. She loved that feeling now, as it meant that her love was taking her. The pain subsided before he was entirely inside her and all she felt was pleasure.
After pausing a moment while inside her, Ken started pumping her with measured strokes. Sometimes, when Ken needed to cum, he would pound her hard right away and get them both off quickly. This time he was taking his time and making sure she enjoyed it. Zoey lifted the skirt with one hand while rubbing her tits with the other. This gave Ken the visual stimulation he liked. She saw his look of approval and grinned at her lover. He sped up a bit and Zoey could not hold out. She let the orgasm take her over. Her head went back and she enjoyed the feeling that was becoming common but never taken for granted.
As she came down from bliss, Zoey noticed that Ken had pulled out of her and was licking her lips softly. It felt divine and the new type of input was taking her back to heaven. Ken moved to her clit and tickled it with his tongue. She came again, with more force than the previous one.
Ken pushed inside again and pumped her slowly while she moaned loudly. His big dick was so addictive. Way too soon he pulled out again and she wondered what was next. As she opened her eyes, her vision was almost blocked by his hard shaft. Zoey knew what he wanted and turned her head toward him and opened wide. He pulled back enough that he could push himself into her mouth. The taste was different than the normal clean skin he gave her. The flavor was noticeable and it took a moment for her to figure out what it was. She was tasting her own juices off of him. It was so dirty. Zoey loved it. It reminded her of being with Madelyn and she sucked harder to get more of the taste.
Zoey was ready to start bobbing on Ken's dick but he grabbed her head and held her still, his strokes got longer and she was gagging each time he pushed forward into her mouth. She wanted to pull away, but also loved how he was treating her. Her hand found her clit and she started rubbing herself hard.
"Fuck! You're amazing!" Ken grunted while he used her mouth.
Zoey wanted to smile at the compliment but her mouth was full. Ken groaned loudly and pushed in hard. His dick went into her throat and she felt him shoot a big stream of cum. He then pulled back and she pulled off at the same time. She coughed and took another shot of cum into her face. She turned and started rolling away from Ken and fell onto the couch. She coughed several more times before catching her breath. When she did, Ken was kneeling in front of her with a concerned look on his face.
"I'm okay," Zoey croaked.
"Baby, I'm so sorry," Ken countered. He looked very sheepish at what had happened.
Zoey tried to smile, but coughed again.
"Oh god," Ken said and ran to the kitchen. He returned in a few seconds with a glass of water.
Zoey was feeling better but took a drink to make him feel better.
Ken had his shorts and wiped her face now while apologizing again.
"I'm sorry baby, I got carried away."
Zoey felt bad now as well, she had not been able to finish like Ken wanted.
"It was great, I just choked there at the end. I loved all of it though."
He sat down beside her and held her tight. She loved how protective he was, even though it was not necessary. They sat together for a while. Ken obviously felt bad about what had happened. They chatted quietly about it and she told him what the problem was. She then assured her lover that the face-fucking was wonderful and she loved being his little fuck-toy.
They smiled and kissed a bit but Ken was not ready for another round until she attacked him once they got into bed for the night. He was much more careful for several days after that.
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Zoey felt Ken's hand run through her hair and she came back to the present. She was still on the cushion and still under Ken's desk giving him head. She had been down there for almost an hour now, through the entire call. He had cum once a while back. She had licked him softly until he started growing again and began her suction right away. Occasionally he would mute his mic and instruct her or compliment her. She would change up and lick his shaft and balls some, but mainly was bobbing her head and sucking his head and shaft. Ken never complained at all, but she still watched blowjob videos occasionally to get pointers. He seemed to like this the best and would put her back onto him or press her down to get more of himself into her mouth. She was always gag and it made her wet to hear his reaction.
After a while her hand had found her wet tunnel and she was caressing herself while tonguing her favorite plaything. Ken kept his composure no matter what she did except when he shot into her mouth. When he did that he muted his mic and dropped his head off camera. He groaned loudly and then said, "god that's hot," as she swallowed his sperm.
Zoey had wanted to do this for a while now and finally convinced Ken to let her. He said that he was support on this call and was not supposed to have to say much but he had been talking a lot through most of it. She had not understood most of what he talked about, but did not care. As long as he gave her his big dick she was happy.
Suddenly Ken said he was dropping off and then put down his headset and turned the camera. He lifted Zoey immediately and she climbed into his lap.
"Fuck me you little vixen," he said and grinned.
Zoey grinned back and spun herself around while looking over her shoulder. She lowered herself down and glanced at his computer. The camera view was closed and she wished she could see herself riding him on the screen. She wanted to see her breasts get slick with sweat as she bounced on his rod. Then watch as his hands slide up her body to hold them and pinch her nipples. Just thinking of seeing this got her off and she came for the first time. She let the pleasure wash over her and then started grinding on him in a circular motion. Ken groaned behind her and she smiled. Hearing him enjoying her was an aphrodisiac and her hips picked up speed.
Zoey kept going and soon Ken started lifting her up and down on himself. She adjusted her motion to give him what he wanted. Her thighs got tight as she stretched them out and did these weird squats on top of him. She needed the chair lowered to do them right. Soon she leaned back to catch her breath. Ken wasted no time and lifted her legs. He spread them widely and held her behind her knees. Zoey felt a small smile as he started pumping into her. Seeing this on the screen would be so hot; her spread open and him using her hole. She was such a slut now.
Ken kept going and she was about to cum again. This one built up for a while and she knew it was going to be earth shaking.
"God baby, fuck me harder."
Ken grunted his assent and she felt him pick up speed.
"Oh yea, your big cock is amazing," she cooed.
Zoey felt herself right on the edge of the orgasm and Ken slowed down. She frowned and started moving her hips to make up for his lack of motion. He then stopped and she cried, "don't stop now!"
Ken did stop and she wondered what was wrong. Being so close, she felt almost panicked to get off now. She was about to beg for more, when he stood up and put her on her feet without disconnecting. She was now leaning over the computer table. He started pumping her again and everything was alright with the world. Her hips were locked in place by his strong hands and he was ravaging her pussy. Any excitement that she had lost was back with a vengeance now. Zoey heard herself screaming up until the world exploded. It went white and then dark and the next thing she knew she was on the floor with Ken leaning over her looking very concerned.
"Are you okay?" he asked loudly.
"I think so," she whispered. Where was her energy?
Suddenly Ken grabbed her and hugged her hard. Zoey could barely get her arms around him, but managed to lock her hands behind him. She could feel his emotion flowing and nestled into his embrace. She felt better now, in fact; she felt pretty amazing. The orgasm was still lingering inside her and her legs were twitching. She had only had this happen a couple of times and each was after a mind-number as she called them.
"I'm fine baby," Zoey said.
Ken pulled back and she saw how upset he was. It melted her heart and she cooed at him.
"It's okay."
Now she took Ken into her arms and held him tightly. She heard him sniff and pulled him closer. He took a heavy breath and Zoey pulled away.
"That was wonderful," she whispered as she helped him stand.
He now looked sheepish and she leaned up and kissed him gently. Still smiling, she took him to the bedroom and they climbed into bed. Holding him tightly again, she felt him him finally relax and drift off before she did as well.
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Zoey was insanely happy, but still found a divorce lawyer. Madelyn recommended her and they both met with Sandra Brown a few days later. Mrs. Brown asked a bunch of questions about her reasons for leaving her husband and Zoey tried her best to leave Ken out of it. Madelyn then pulled her aside and told her to be honest or Mrs. Brown would not take her case. Zoey went back and admitted she had met someone and was told to stay away from Ken at least until the negotiations were complete on the settlement. Mrs. Brown suggested she move in with Madelyn until the settlement was done and suggested that she keep it very low key with Ken until then.
With a heavy heart Zoey called Ken and said she was moving in with Madelyn and had to stop seeing him for a while. After Ken made sure she was not breaking up with him he put on a brave face and tugged at Zoey's heart again. He said he would miss her and that she need not worry about Christy, he had not talked to her since the episode at the club. Zoey felt a little better at that and promised that they would get together soon. When she hung up Madelyn had to deal with her foul mood and ended up getting her drunk before parking her in a guest room to pout.
The next few days were mostly uneventful. Zoey went and got most of her clothes with Madelyn helping her. While there, they found a small metal banana looking thing with a strap on it and Madelyn fell on the bed laughing. Once she finally stopped giggling, she explained it was a penis cage and how it worked. Zoey was mortified and felt sorry for Timothy after seeing it. She thought about calling him, but decided against it. She wanted Ken and the sooner she was out and away from Timothy the better.
They drank more that night and ended up in a sixty-nine before bed. Madelyn's wet pussy was gushing as she nibbled on her clit. They both came a couple of times and Zoey enjoyed it, but it was not like getting ravaged by Ken's monster. She did not complain to Maddie, of course, and it was pretty damn nice to spend the night with her.
The next day was more meetings with the lawyer and a few proposals going back and forth. Zoey was annoyed about him not giving her what she wanted and finally called him during a break with Mrs. Brown.
"Hello, Timothy?"
"Zoey! It's so good to hear your voice. How are you?" he said.
"I'm fine Timothy. Why are you changing my proposals? They are all very reasonable," Zoey said. The edge in her voice should have been obvious.
After a pause, Timothy spoke softly. Zoe could barely hear him, "I was hoping you would move back home."
Zoey fought a big sigh, "Timothy, I'm not coming back. Especially now."
"Why especially now?" he asked.
"Because of that thing I found on the dresser in the master bedroom. It's disgusting," Zoey replied.
"Oh."
Zoey could hear the disappointment and embarrassment through the phone.
"I'm sorry Timothy. But let's get through this unpleasantness as fast as we can." Zoey said.
"Fine," she heard. He was either angry or despondent, Zoey could not tell which.
He hung up and she went back to Mrs. Brown's office. They received an email with a new proposal in a few minutes that was predominantly like Zoey's first offer. Mrs. Brown made a few small amendments and sent it back and they soon received a signed agreement. They had to wait a few months before the divorce became final, but Brown said the worst of it was over.
She did tell Zoey that she should still keep any relationship low key until the final papers were signed. If her husband got wind of another guy and any impropriety he could ask for a change to the agreement. A judge would probably see things his way. Zoey nodded and thanked Mrs. Brown for her help. She then drove back to Madelyn's and felt sorry for herself until Maddie got back from shopping.
They broke out a bottle of wine and toasted to her new freedom. Zoey liked the idea of being free of Timothy but not of Ken. Her mood was still subdued and Madelyn finally told her to call Ken. Zoey said she was not supposed to but Madelyn insisted. She told Zoey to ask him to the movies for later than night. Zoey felt bad in calling but desperately wanted to see him, even for a few minutes.
He answered after one ring and sounded delighted to hear from her. Zoey could not hide her smile and Madelyn was watching her with a smug look. She asked if he would meet them at a late movie and he immediately said yes. Her smile got bigger and Madelyn smiled as well. They agreed on the film and Zoey said they would meet him in the theater and she would save him a seat. They had another toast to Ken and then Zoey toasted to his dick and Maddie agreed wholeheartedly.
Madelyn brought out the new outfits she had gotten for them and Zoey felt like a slut again. The top was a low-cut black tank-top with spaghetti straps and did not meet the tiny red skirt so her midriff was bare as were all of her legs. And the shoes were gorgeous black stilettos that made them look like call girls in Zoey's opinion. She loved them. The outfits were completely inappropriate for the movies but she did not care. Madelyn seemed almost as excited to see Ken as she was.
They were feeling no pain from the wine as they got to the theater and got seats in the second to last row. The previews were going when Ken walked in and Zoey felt her body react as he lit up when seeing her. He slid in beside her and whispered a thank you for coming out to see him. Madelyn leaned over and gave him a greeting that sounded almost like an invitation. Zoey did not care, her man was there with her.
As the film got going, Zoey lifted the seat arm up out of her way and snuggled into Ken. His arm went around her and held her tight. He would rub her arm or squeeze her and then smile at her. She felt dizzy with desire. She would glance over and Madelyn and they would share a look and Maddie seemed to be saying 'go for it'.
About half way through the film, Zoey could not stand it anymore. She was already rubbing him through his pants and could feel how big and hard he was for her. She unzipped him quietly and together they got him out and standing proudly. Even in the darkened theater, Zoey could see the pre-cum shining on him and lowered herself to clean it up. She licked his cockhead hungrily and then took him as deep as she could. A small groan escaped Ken and then she heard Madelyn giggle. She started bobbing her head on him and sucking hard to get Ken off. She wanted to play with his balls but did not want to take the time to get them out. She could give them some proper attention later.
Suddenly Zoey felt a touch on her thigh. Her legs were tucked up onto the seat beside her as she leaned over servicing her man. The hand was caressing her leg and she pulled the hand up to her crotch. She fought the moan from being too loud and forced herself down further onto Ken's manhood. The fingers found her clit and started rubbing her in time with her strokes. She had first thought it was Ken but the hand was too small. Madelyn was the one massaging her pussy. Zoey felt like a pure slut with a dick in her mouth and a girl now fingering her in a public theater. She was in heaven. Being their sex toy was so dirty that she almost came just thinking about it.
Ken soon brought her focus back to his cock and started guiding her strokes with his hands. He was fucking her onto his rod and Maddie was back to rubbing her clit. This did not last long, as Ken started breathing harder and Zoey knew she was about to get her prize. She raised up and stroked him with her hand while sucking on his cockhead until he rewarded her with his baby batter. She stifled another moan as she swallowed the first shot and then held the rest until she was sure he was done feeding her.
Zoey raised up and Ken wanted to kiss her, but she silently told him to wait. Madelyn had withdrawn her hand when Zoey sat up and was watching her with bright eyes. Zoey leaned over to her friend and kissed her and pushed out some of Ken's cum into Madelyn's mouth. Madelyn pulled away shocked and then grinned and came in for more. They made out for a minute or so and Zoey sat back to relax for the remainder of the show. Her legs were spread wide and both Ken and Madelyn were rubbing her thighs and occasionally brushing her wet vagina.
The show was over before Zoey knew it and she could not remember most of the storyline. As the lights came up she saw a few people either grinning or glaring at them. She did not care, Zoey was now a sexual being and would do anything for Ken or Maddie. Ken moved away from them, still apparently obeying her warnings to keep things low key. She just blew him, everyone there knew they were together.
"Is he coming over?" Madelyn asked her.
She wanted to just say yes, but it was Maddie's house, "is that alright?"
"Only if I can get a better view of what you just did," Madelyn said and grinned.
Zoey grinned back and they embraced for just a moment. She turned to find Ken and he was gone. Zoey turned back to Madelyn and silently asked if she saw Ken and she looked as confused as Zoey felt. Zoey started to panic and ran out toward the lobby. Her heels made that hard and she stopped once she could see the entrance. Ken was just outside the door and looked back. Their eyes met and he saw her look of worry. He started back in but Zoey called him instead.
"Ken?"
"Babe, are you alright?" he responded.
"Yes, where are you going?" she asked.
"Home I guess. I suppose you can't come over." he replied.
"How about you come over to Madelyn's?"
"Are you sure? I don't want to get you into trouble," he said.
"I'm sure. Please?"
"Of course, I'd love to."
"Great, I'll text you the address," she said and hung up.
Madelyn was beside her now and she gave her the good news. Maddie bit her lip as she smiled and Zoey knew the night was going to be fabulous.
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Back at Madelyn's, she and Zoey opened another bottle of wine and had a glass. Maddie was teasing her about blowing Ken at the movies and she replied that once she saw his dick she would want to as well. Maddie smiled like she already did but had a big drink instead of answering. Zoey had one as well and they were soon well on their way to getting drunk.
The doorbell rang about a half hour later and the girls were giggling as they answered, Ken drank in both of them and they pulled him inside. Maddie guided him to a large sofa and Zoey got him a glass of wine. They sat on either side of him and chatted about the movie. At least they tried, none of them remembered the entire thing and the ladies were laughing at each other more than anything else.
Soon enough, Zoey started rubbing Ken's thigh and put his hand on hers. Madelyn went and got them another bottle and while she was gone Zoey made out with Ken. They stopped kissing when Maddie returned and Zoey drained most of her glass before turning to Madelyn.
"Can you see alright?" she asked with a grin.
Madelyn's eyes widened as she nodded. Zoey slid down between Ken's legs and opened his khakis. Ken sat there with a shocked look on his face.
"Maddie said you could only come over if she could watch me suck you off," she explained.
Ken's member was about half hard and Zoey could not wait any longer. She leaned forward and licked up the length of his shaft and then went back and did it again. The blowjob in the theater was too fast for her and she wanted to enjoy him this time. She also wanted to show off for her best friend.
She leaned lower and licked his balls while he moved his legs slightly. She imagined he was kicking off his shoes. She raised up and grinned at him as she slid his cockhead across her lips. Ken groaned and she started french kissing his opening to get any pre-cum that he may have generated. Soon this was not enough for either of them and he grabbed her head and pushed her down onto him. Zoey gagged and backed up a tiny bit before pushing herself down even further.
Bobbing her head on Ken was wonderful. She was completely hard now and she could feel him flex his shaft every fifth stroke or so. Madelyn moaned and Zoey pulled off of Ken and licked down the far side so she could look at her friend. Maddie had her legs splayed open and was rubbing her mound hard through her panties. Their eyes met and Zoey knew that Madelyn wanted Ken as much as she did. She took him back into her mouth and focused on getting him into her throat.
When she next looked at Madelyn, she had her panties pulled aside and was rubbing her clit now. Ken was either oblivious or very good at not looking. Zoey had Ken like steel and wondered how long he would last. She was rubbing herself now and ready for more. Fortunately, everyone else was as well.
"You should ride him sister," Madelyn cooed.
Zoey silently agreed. She got up and heard Ken groan as she stood. She stripped off her skirt and climbed into Ken's lap. She raised up and aligned him and lowered herself down onto his sword. It was Zoey's turn to grunt as she enveloped him. Madelyn moaned as well and scooted closer to the joined pair. Zoey glanced over and could see that Maddie was close to cumming herself.
While on her knees and gliding on Ken's manhood, she reached for Madelyn. Maddie grinned and was up on her knees in a flash. They kissed and Zoey felt her friend's tongue go deep into her mouth. Her bouncing on Ken turned into grinding as they made out. She soon felt an orgasm beckoning. Madelyn was breathing hard enough that they broke their kiss and Zoey saw Ken fingering her friend.
The whole scene of her being fucked and Madelyn getting fingered put her over the edge. She started cumming with a scream and that seemed to set off Maddie.
Maddie cried out, "Oh fuuuuuuck! I'm cumming!!"
Zoey was still reeling and she felt Ken swell inside her and pull her down with one hand. She felt his seed enter her. He grunted while shooting her full of cum and Zoey felt her energy leave her body. She slumped over on Maddie and her friend caught her and laid her down beside Ken.
He was breathing hard and leaning back with his eyes closed. Zoey knew from experience that this meant that he had a big orgasm and that usually meant he really liked it. Madelyn was looking at them both with an apprehensive look and Zoey smiled at her. She then pointed to the other side of Ken and Madelyn moved over and snuggled into him like Zoey was.
Ken grinned as she moved his arm over her. He looked at her and said, "someone has too many clothes on."
Madelyn grinned and bit her lip. Zoey was the only one naked and called him on it.
"Your pants are still on," she said and poked his ribs.
Ken jerked where she tickled him and thought for a moment, "I would get them, but two angels have me pinned down right now."
Zoey flushed at his compliment and smiled at his joke. She saw Maddie react as well and move to take off her clothes. Zoey pulled Ken's arm off of her and he quickly removed his pants, briefs, and then his socks. He threw them as well as his shoes over away from the couch and leaned back again. He put his arms out and the two naked nymphs cuddled into him again. Ken kissed Zoey and then Madelyn, and then went back to Zoey.
Maddie broke their silence, "God Ken, your cock is huge."
She took it in her hand and stroked it lightly. Maddie glanced over at Zoey to make sure she was not overstepping any boundaries. Zoey just smiled while snuggling with her eyes closed..
"Thank you," Ken said softly and then kissed her again.
Maddie kept the kiss going and Zoey soon saw their tongues meet. She felt a twinge of jealousy but knew it would be unfair of her to pitch a fit now.
They all sat silently for a few minutes until Zoey felt the call of nature. She slipped away to the restroom and cleaned herself up after finishing her business. She went back to the living room but they were not there anymore. She went upstairs to the bedrooms and heard a moan from the master, Maddie's room. Opening the door, she saw Madelyn lying on the edge of the bed, feet in the air and Ken standing between her legs fucking her. Zoey's own juices started flowing even though she did not like that Madelyn had not asked her if she could screw him.
Shutting the door hard made both of the lovers jump. Madelyn moved away from Ken and stammered, "Zoey, I'm sorry, I just couldn't wait. Please don't be mad."
Zoey knew she had a bit of a scowl as she walked over to Ken. Maddie continued, "you told me how great he is and I just had to try it."
Ken pulled her to him roughly. He kissed Zoey hard and she could not be mad after his liplock. She swore she saw stars and felt her juices running down her leg. She wanted him again right now and grabbed his hard penis with both hands.
But Ken said, "it's Madelyn's turn now."
He separated her from his member and climbed onto the bed and into Maddie's saddle. He aligned himself and pushed into Zoey's best friend. Madelyn groaned and Zoey whimpered at not getting what she wanted. Ken started his strokes again and grabbed Zoey. They kissed again and started making out while Ken fucked Madelyn. It was so tawdry. Ken's hand slid around Zoey and he pressed a finger against her anus. Zoey's breathing quickened again at this rare feeling. Ken touched her there when they were in a nasty session and she loved it but it frightened her as well.
Ken pulled it back and licked his middle finger quickly and then put it back against Zoey's star. He pushed it in slowly only up to the first knuckle. The entire time he was stroking into Madelyn balls deep before almost pulling out the entire way.
Zoey was beside herself with desire. She had to get Ken in her again. In her lust filled mind, she decided she needed to get Maddie off so Ken would fuck her again. She broke her kiss with Ken and leaned down over her friend and kissed her deeply. Unfortunately, Madelyn pulled away, as her breathing was too heavy to hold a kiss. She then started kissing her neck, which she knew Maddie loved.
Her friend moaned at the combined input. Her link with Ken was loud and wet as he plowed into her with a regular rhythm. Zoey was glad that he did not seem overjoyed and out of control. That was reserved for her. With her hand on Maddie's stomach, she could feel her friend start to lose control.
She leaned up and whispered, "Come on his cock lover."
Madelyn's breath gave her away. That was the trigger she needed. Madelyn grabbed her breasts and peaked.
"Ohhh myyyy goooodd!" she screamed.
Zoey watched as her best friend came completely unglued. She screamed again and then lost her breath. She rolled on her side and was disconnected from Ken as her rapture attacked her body. Madelyn shivered hard after about fifteen seconds and started breathing again. She rolled back and looked at Zoey and had tears in her eyes.
"Thank you," she croaked.
Her tears rolled down and Zoey was embarrassed at seeing her friend so vulnerable. She reached down and hugged Maddie.
"Go ahead," Madelyn whispered after a moment.
Zoey felt her body react as she got back in 'slut mode'. He looked at Ken who was sitting on the bed stroking himself slowly to stay hard. She felt herself biting her lip and saw him smile at her. She started to lie down but Ken flipped her onto her knees. He wanted her doggy style.
She got ready as he knelt behind her and felt him press in. She was slick and he opened her up easily. Instead of going slowly, Ken buried himself completely and Zoey gasped. This usually meant she was going to get pounded.
Ken pulled back and then pushed forward quickly. She was right. She squeaked at the first stroke and then felt him pump her fast and hard. She heard his impact as well as felt it. His balls smacked against her over and over and she felt her orgasm hit her like a train. She came hard but Ken barely slowed down. She glanced at Maddie and saw her smiling at her as she glowed from her own orgasm.
"Your man is a stud," Madelyn said softly.
Zoey wanted to nod but it was indiscernible from her head bouncing. Ken was picking up speed now and another orgasm was heading her way quickly. She reached out and Madelyn held her hand as she and Ken raced for the finish line. His testicles were no longer hitting her and she felt her mind go blank as her body went supernova.
The next thing Zoey knew she was lying on her stomach and coming down from a spectacular cum. Ken was lying on one side of her breathing hard and Madelyn was lightly rubbing her back. The next thing she realized was that she was leaking cum where Ken had filled her up again.
They all stayed there for a few minutes until Ken went to the bathroom. She rolled over and Maddie kissed her and thanked her again. Ken came back and climbed between them. He pulled her close and she felt her best friend's hand on Ken's stomach. She held it as she drifted on to sleep, thinking that life could not get any better.
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<i>This my first story since a personal loss in my life. That's why there has been a break in my work. I tried to make this longer than my previous works too. I put this in the Sci-Fi & Fantasy, but it also includes other elements, yes there is horror but is weak and tame and it was just used to bring Zoey back, otherwise this wouldn't have worked. I added a few things of my own too, I hope you enjoy it. All characters are over the age of 18 years old.</i>
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There was blackness. Then a light. Then blackness again. Then a light but this time a man's face, a black man's face, was looking as if down on her. Then out to blackness again. This time when the light came back a white female with shoulder length black hair and a pale face was looking down with some concern. Then voices could be heard. A female with a slight Australian accent was arguing with a deep voiced male.
"Look I don't care, she's the only one who can tell us about how to stop the zombie hordes." said the female.
But the male countered with "I know. I also know that the Illusive Man wants her up, but, damn it, I need to run more tests."
The female responded by saying "Look you can come with us on the Normandy, Shepard would like to have you and you could be valuable to our team."
Then blackness again. Then light again.The Australian accented female was arguing with the deep voiced male.
Another female voice asked "Are we ready to go?"
The new female voice had a Canadian accent. At this point action is taken, the person on the bed says "Hey, what's going on?"
All three stop talking and turn in her direction. "She's conscious" said the male who rushed over and started running physicals on her.
The two females walked over with concern on their faces. "Well?" asked the dark haired, Australian accented female.
"She seems to be OK, but I want to make sure there are no final problems." said the black male.
"Excuse me, just who the hell are you three and where am I?" asked the bedded female.
"Oh sorry, introductions" said the black haired female who went on to say "I'm Miranda Lawson, this man next to you is doctor Robert Smith and this woman standing next to me is Commander Bianca Shepard. And your" but she was rudely cut off by the woman on the bed who said "Yes and I'm Zoey"
"We know" said Miranda. Miranda turned to Robert and said "Well is she fit, the Illusive man wants her up and ready to go"
In a defeated, deep tone Robert said "Yes, she's ready. Just keep an eye on her."
"We will." said Shepard.
Smith turned and walked out the room, Miranda got two chairs and placed them next to Zoey's bed
"We need to talk for a minute. Things here are different than when you were around last." said Miranda
"Ok, what's different?" asked Zoey.
Just then a blue skinned Asari walks in and hands Shepard a piece of plastic with what looks like writing on it. The Asari looks at Zoey who then walks over to her and says in a sensual voice that gabs Zoey's attention "Hello, I'm Samara, I work for the commander."
Zoey, realised she was staring, said "I'm Zoey and, and."
Samara then said "Sorry you've not met our kind yet, I apologise."
"No don't be sorry." replied Zoey.
Shepard turned to Samara and said "That's fine, make sure we're ready for landing soon."
And with that the blue skinned Samara turned and left with a quick look at Zoey.
"Now to business. Zoey you are in the year 2189, that's the 22nd century." said Miranda
"As to where you are, you're on my ship, the Normandy. We moved you here two days ago." said Shepard
"You died on a remote island on Earth about 2058. As it turns out you were buried with a man named Ellis." said Miranda.
The very thought of her beloved Ellis made Zoey cry, Shepard hugged her and comforted her. After Zoey had settled down and Shepard had resumed her seat Miranda had more news for her.
"We've revived you from frozen blood samples and lots and lots of hard work. Thing is, we need you." said Miranda
Zoey thought for a minute, as she thought, she looked around her environment. There was equipment she'd never seen before. She turned back to Miranda and Shepard.
"Ok, why me?" asks Zoey
"The Illusive Man will brief you on that." replied Miranda.
"Doctor Chakwas, please see that Zoey is dressed and meets us in Miranda's office in twenty minutes." Said Shepard.
An older female with a British accent appeared and said "Of course, Commander".
Miranda and Shepard left and went to Miranda's office, on the way there Shepard was looking worried and Miranda could see it.
"What's wrong?"
"Will she fit in here? In our time? With all our achievements?" asked Shepard.
"Don't worry, she'll manage fine. She just needs retraining and time." said Miranda.
Twenty minutes later everyone was in Miranda's office and Zoey was dressed in a Cerberus uniform and doctor Chakwas in tow.
Sheppard said "On this ship I'm the Commanding officer, you report directly to me. Understand?"
Zoey nodded. Shepard went on by saying "Miranda here is the executive officer, second in command, and in charge of the project that brought you back."
Zoey nodded again. Miranda said "The illusive man will explain everything to you soon. But I wanted you to know where you stood. Questions?"
Zoey's list of questions was enormous but she couldn't decide which was the most important. For the first time she got a good look at Shepard and Miranda. Shepard was five feet ten, with red hair, green eyes, tanned skin and an athletic build. Miranda was an inch or two shorter than Shepard, with jet black shoulder length hair, blue eyes, had pale skin and also an athletic build. Shepard look liked she was in her mid thirties where as Miranda looked a couple of years younger. Doctor Chakwas was the same height, she looked older like she was in her late forties, had shoulder length grey hair and an athletic build. Zoey herself was in her mid twenties, stood five feet six, had shoulder length brown hair in a pony tail and an athletic build.
"I want to talk to The illusive man, then you can answer my questions." said Zoey.
It was the one thing she was sure of for now. The party of four went to the briefing and communication room a minute later Zoey and Shepard were talking to The Illusive man.
"Hello Zoey. You're looking well considering you've been dead for over one hundred and twenty years."
"Thank you." replied Zoey
"We brought you back for a reason." said The Illusive Man.
Zoey looked puzzled and asked "We?"
The Illusive Man lit his cigarette and took a drag off it before saying "Cerberus. The project that brought you back was the Lazarus project which is directed by Miranda."
The Illusive man reminded Zoey of a mix between a Hollywood actor she couldn't remember the name of and a corporate CEO.
"But why have you brought me back?" asked Zoey.
The Illusive man touched a button and a video popped up out of nowhere showing people not just humans but other species Zoey didn't recognize running from zombie hoards.
"That's why. You've faced this before, you know how to stop it." responded The Illusive man in a cold but accurate tone before adding "I've got a team ready to help you to fight them. Questions?"
"Am I officially part of Cerberus now?" asked Zoey.
"Miranda will brief you on that, but you MUST stop this mutation before it gets worse." The Illusive man said then he touched a button and the conference was over.
"The team will be assembled in two hours." replied Shepard.
"EDI any quarters available for Zoey?" asked Miranda
"Yes, there is one next to the office and quarters of Miranda Lawson." said EDI.
"I know where it is, I'll take you there myself." said the doctor.
Shepard nodded and they were gone leaving Miranda and Shepard alone.
"Can she do it?" asked Miranda.
"I hope so." replied Shepard, who then turned and kissed her Executive Officer full on the mouth, Miranda kissed back just as much as she was receiving.
"Meet me in my quarters tonight, that's an order." Said Shepard.
"Yes Ma'am" replied Miranda with a smile on her face.
Some hours later Bianca was showering in her quarters, she loved showering, mostly to get the day off her was what she looked forward to the most. She ran her hands over her six pack abs and over her muscular physique and started thinking of the one person she loved the most, Miranda Lawson. Her right hand started massaging her boobs and her left hand started rubbing her pussy, all she could do was keep thinking of Miranda.
The door chimed and she said "Shit, enter, I'll be out in a minute."
Then came a familiar voice "Don't both on my account."
Stood in the doorway of the bathroom was the hot and sexy Miranda Lawson. She had a hungry, predatory look in her eyes and Shepard liked it. Miranda undressed out of her skin tight suit and black underwear. She had the same build as Shepard including the six pack abs. Miranda walked towards Bianca slowly and carefully and then when they met the two kissed, except with more passion than they had earlier that day. They broke apart.
"Have you been using it much since you got it?" asked Miranda.
"Not as much as I'd like to." replied Shepard.
"Want to go this time without it?" asked Miranda.
"No. I want to use it and this time, I'm keeping it out and to hell what the others think." replied Shepard firmly.
"Oh, honey." said Miranda in a romantic tone.
"I should have used it earlier after you rebuilt me and I'm glad you secretly gave it me." replied Shepard with even more firmness.
"Well very few people in Cerberus have got one. When I told the Illusive Man I gave you one, I thought his head was going to explode" replied Miranda giggling and Shepard laughed with her.
Shepard then screwed up her eyes as if she was concentrating really hard on something. Her right hand went to her clit and her left hand went to a handrail. Miranda rushed to her right side to steady Shepard so she wouldn't fall over. Shepard then screamed as in pain and Miranda watched as Shepard's clit grew and grew and grew until finally a fourteen inch, eight inch thick penis was stiff from Shepard's body. A set of balls had also grown out of her body and stopped a quarter of the way down Shepard's thighs.
Shepard opened her eyes and said "I'm not hiding you anymore." referring to her massive prick.
Miranda turned to her and asked "I gave you a beauty there, didn't I?"
Shepard nodded then turned the shower off and dried her and Miranda. As she was drying Miranda off she wrapped the towel around Miranda's neck and dragged her from the bathroom, through the work area and living area and threw her onto the bed. Miranda removed the towel and was gasping for air.
"You'll be wanting more of that cock when I'm done with you." said Shepard in a superior, yet pleased tone.
Just then the door chime sounded.
"For the love of...Who is it?" asked Shepard who headed for the bathroom.
"It's Zoey" came a frightened female voice.
"Enter" said Shepard as she emerged from the bathroom with a robe on
"Now, Zoey, you want something?" asked Shepard
"Err yes you and Miranda."
Miranda looked at Shepard for a second and then turned to Zoey and asked "What's the problem?"
Zoey undressed and then said "Can you explain this???" pointing to a ten inch long six inch thick cock with balls hanging down a quarter of the length of Zoey's thigh.
"When I rebuilt you, I took it upon myself to give you that as a gift from me." replied Miranda.
Zoey burst into tears, it was just too much for her. Miranda comforted her and said "You remember that blue Asari woman you met today, Samara. She's got one and she is very caring too from what I hear."
Zoey got turned on knowing that beautiful, blue skinned, sensual woman had a cock.
"I've got one and so has the commander, Tali, Jack and Kelly." replied Miranda with honesty.
"Oh my God." said a shocked Zoey.
"Yes. Show her yours, Bianca, please?" asked Miranda.
Shepard hesitated for a minute and then removed her robe to reveal her massive cock. Zoey's mouth hung open and stared at her new commander not being aware that her own cock had now grown to rival Shepard.
"Wow she came along fast." said Shepard.
Miranda turned to see where Shepard was looking and her mouth hung open. Zoey undressed and stood next to Shepard with a hung, predatory, sort of "We're going to fuck you" look on their faces and in their eyes.
"Alright, Zoey, since I gave you your cock it makes sense that I take your virginity too." said Miranda.
"My cock virginity, you mean, my pussy has had it's cherry popped years ago." replied Zoey with a smile on her face.
Miranda lay back on Shepard's comfy bed, her pussy was wet with anticipation knowing she was going to get fucked. Zoey lined her new cock up with Miranda's pussy and pushed her hips forward.
"Ahhhhhhhh, not so hard." screamed Miranda.
"Yes so hard. She likes it hard, REALLY hard." said Shepard with a grin on her face.
Miranda was annoyed at Shepard but the pleasure she was receiving was wonderful. Zoey had never felt pleasure like this before in her life and was relishing every second of it as her new phallus pounded the woman who reanimated her. After a few minutes Shepard had an idea.
"Girls do you mind stopping for a second?" she asked.
Zoey pulled out of Miranda with a moan of pleasure from both of them, Miranda's pussy was gaping, but she didn't care. Shepard bent Miranda over into what Zoey recognized as the doggy position, she then turned to Zoey and said
"Would you please continue where you left off with Miranda."
Zoey got behind Miranda and inserted her mammoth cock into her gaping pussy. When Zoey was fully inserted inside Miranda, Shepard said "OK hold that position for me, please"
Shepard then got behind Zoey, pushing her forward so that Miranda nearly fell flat on her face, and pushed her mammoth cock into Zoey's dripping pussy. Miranda smiled as she Zoey was getting her payback for how she felt when Zoey fucked her. Shepard and Zoey had to move in unison to fuck Miranda, mind you Zoey was having the time of her life, she was fucking a beautiful woman and getting fucked by another. On and on they fucked, the pleasure mounting between all three of them, all they cared about was pleasure. Zoey knew she was close to cumming, Shepard was close too.
"Gonna cum." cried out Zoey.
"Me too." yelled Shepard.
They both stood in front of Miranda, who was sitting now, jerking the mammoth cocks off. Miranda looked up at the girls faces then back at the huge cocks, poised, hard and ready.
"Ahhhhhhhh, fuck, cumming." screamed Zoey and Shepard together.
The hot creamy cum went straight in Miranda's face and on her upper body, then silence except for the heavy breathing of the three women.
"I can see again." panted Zoey with a smile on her face.
Shepard fell asleep but Zoey helped Miranda into Shepard's shower and began cleaning her up. As they showered, they talked.
"So do you like what I gave you?" asked Miranda referring to Zoey's now flaccid cock.
Zoey just smiled and nodded as if she was pleased with herself and they continued to shower together while Shepard slept on.
"Come on, I'll see you back to your quarters safely." said Miranda quietly as the women dried and dressed themselves.
"But what about the commander?" asked Zoey quietly.
"She always passes out after a really good orgasm." replied Miranda with a smile.
Zoey and Miranda dressed and sneaked out of the Captain's quarters and on to the elevator. Zoey hit the level three button and the elevator moved. They got off at their floor and the two women started walking along the corridor quietly, whispering to each other.
"Does the commander always pass out after having an orgasm?" whispered Zoey with concern on her face.
"Not always, only on really intense orgasms, like just now." replied Miranda in a whisper.
This news made Zoey feel a bit better so that she wasn't responsible for Shepard passing out. Zoey had to admit it was a good fuck. Then she started to cry, Miranda looked over at her and started comforting her.
"What is it?" asked Miranda.
In the end up Miranda took Zoey into her quarters and office combi and sat her down on a leather couch. Miranda went to the mess, which was just round the corner, and got two glasses and half filled one with water. She returned to find Zoey had stopped crying and she was drying her eyes on her Cerberus uniform.
"Here, a glass of ordinary water. it'll make you feel a bit better" said Miranda who went over to a desk, opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle, by then Zoey had drunk the water.
"Serrice Ice Brandy. It's expensive but it's a good drink, want some?" asked Miranda.
Zoey thought about it for a moment and gave Miranda her glass who filled it up dutifully. Miranda sat down next to Zoey, the ladies clinked there glasses in a friendly manner and drunk down deeply.
"Better?" asked Miranda.
Zoey nodded meekly and then felt like she wanted to tell Miranda everything.
"It's just, I miss him so much. I miss my darling Ellis so much." said Zoey who went on "When I first saw him I knew I was in love. He was just so handsome and cute and my heart was pounding the whole time. I just wanted to run down to him and marry him and give myself to him."
Zoey took another swig of the brandy while Miranda stayed quiet and looked on intently.
"Now I know that my darling Ellis and my friends Francis, Louis, Coach, Nick and Rochelle are now all dead and with Bill." said Zoey.
It's like as if telling the Lazarus project director everything personal was alleviating her pain in combination with the brandy. Miranda put her glass down, sat next to Zoey and hugged her, Zoey was trying to put a lot of unsaid things into the hug. Miranda seemed to understand what Zoey was doing and hugged back just as much.
"Will you sleep with me tonight?" asked Miranda.
Zoey Smiled as if it's what she wanted all along but had difficulty saying so. Both women got undressed and climbed into Miranda's bed.
"Welcome back to your life, Zoey." said Miranda.
With that the two settled down to sleep and the lights went off.
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Jack finished his morning workout by stretching. Sweat dripped off of lean muscle as the warm early sun beat down on the bare skin of his chest. He bent to pick up his water bottle, thankful for a sudden cool breeze as he made his way back up the short driveway of his nondescript house in his painfully ordinary cul-de-sac. He smiled and waved at a neighbor as he walked through the door into his pleasantly cooled house.
He grabbed a towel as he walked by the closet, then moved to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, walking further into the house as he drank it. He stopped at the stairs to the upper floor, but hearing no footsteps or movement from above, decided he should check downstairs. He unlocked the surprisingly heavy door to the lower floor and pulled hard to open it, then stepped inside, and let the door close itself behind him. The deadbolt automatically locked tight with a loud "clack" sound as it shut. The only way past it was to know the 4-digit code for the keypad. Moving downward, Jack pushed his way through an identical door, everything about it being exactly the same as the one above, except, of course, for the 4-digit code.
As he opened the second door he suddenly heard the sound of his wife's voice.
"...have to remember all the lessons you learned here or she'll send you back, and next time I won't be so lenient with you."
Jack smirked. His wife? Lenient? She was a lot of things, but that was one she couldn't lay claim to.
"Yes, Mistress," came a docile reply.
Jack finished shutting the door, checking to make sure it closed properly, before turning to take in the scene.
Jack's wife, Mia, stood on the far side of the room wearing yoga pants and a sports bra, both of the form-fitting garments looking incredible on her meticulously maintained physique. In her mid thirties with shoulder length red hair and stunning green eyes, she could have passed for a woman ten years younger.
On the floor kneeling in front of her was what appeared to be a young woman in her early twenties wearing a similar outfit. She stared at the floor submissively as Mia continued to lecture.
Jack interrupted with a polite cough. "Good morning, ladies," he said, "Working hard?"
Mia looked up with a smile. "Good morning, Hun. Did you have a good run?"
He nodded, "Just a short one to the school and back. I've got a couple advanced clients today."
Mia rolled her eyes, "It still amazes me that you workout before you go to work, where your job is to workout.
Jack bowed playfully, "The life of a personal trainer isn't easy." Gesturing to the girl, he continued, "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
"Oh, no," Mia said, "We were actually just wrapping up. Zoey's Mommy will be here to pick her up in about an hour so she needs to get cleaned up and changed anyways."
Mia snapped her fingers at the girl, "Zoey, towel off your Master Jack."
"Yes, Mistress," she said meekly, jumping to the task before the words were even out of her mouth. She took the towel from Jack's hand and started patting him down with it.
"When you're done go get ready to see your Mommy. I talked to her just this morning and I can't tell you how excited she is to finally get her little girl back." The evil glint in his wife's eye made Jack smile. Looking back at Zoey he could see her visibly pale at the mention of her Mommy, her eyes distracted as she slowly dried him. Still, she did a good job, making sure to be gentle but firm, but as she reached the waistband to his shorts, she hesitated, looking up at him.
Jack nodded, giving her permission to remove his shorts. She grabbed the damp garment by the waist and peeled it off, slowly revealing his large, hairless genitals. Hung at right around eight inches and impressively girthy, Jack couldn't blame Zoey for the way she licked her lips and swallowed nervously while eyeing it.. Behind him Mia gave an impatient throat clear, shocking the girl into action, maneuvering his manhood around so she could properly dry it. She spent an inordinate amount of time there, becoming fixated as, under her gentle ministrations, Jacks cock started to grow.
He ahemed, "Unless you'd like me to have to use you again before your Mommy comes to get you, I'd suggest you move on."
Zoey blushed furiously, immediately moving on to his legs and finishing. His wife gave a delighted giggle at the reaction. When she felt she had done a satisfactory job, Zoey looked up at him questioningly. Jack gave a curt nod, making Zoey smile as she leaned down and kissed his right foot, then tilted her head to put her cheek on top of the same foot.
"Thank you for letting me serve you, Master," she said, "How else may I be of service?"
Jack looked down and saw that she was nervously eyeing his cock again. He chuckled, addressing his wife over his shoulder.
"Hungry little slut, isn't she?"
Mia laughed, "You would be too if you hadn't cum in that long."
Jack shrugged, trying not to think about it.
"Thank you, Zoey, but no, that will be all. Now go get cleaned up like your Mistress ordered."
She nodded submissively, "Yes, Master Jack."
She stood and walked toward the door that led to the bathroom, but Mia stopped her.
"Hold on," she said, "Why don't you strip out here and show your Master Jack the whole finished product?"
Zoey turned back, blushing deeply as she did so, but still she did as told, hands obediently pulling her clothes off. The sports bra came off first, revealing smooth, hairless skin shining with sweat. She had very small breasts, barely even A-cups, but they seemed to suit her just fine, and Jack could vouch for their sensitivity.
Next she turned her back to him, stretching low and pulling her tight yoga pants down over a full, spankable bottom, putting on a bit of a show as Mia had thought her. Jack felt himself start to stiffen at the sight. He shot an annoyed glance at his wife who smiled innocently, as though she had no part in tempting him with this display.
Finally, Zoey turned back around to face them, fully naked. Once again Jack marveled at how complete the transformation was. To all appearances, Zoey was a docile, obedient young lady. Hell, she'd probably be insulted if you didn't think that. But despite all evidence to the contrary, hanging there between her legs were a set of male genitals locked snuggly away in a chastity cage.
Jack walked closer, thinking about when she had first shown up as a petulant boy named Aaron several months ago. On arrival he was overweight, unmotivated, and had been leeching off of his wife, a woman almost ten years older than him, for nearly a year. However, as the year wore on, she had slowly introduced him to the concept of a female dominant relationship. She had reasoned with him that because she made all the money and paid all the bills, that she should also get to make the rules. Seeing no alternative, he had reluctantly agreed. Over the course of several months the rules became more strict, pushing him further and further until, one day, he rebelled, refusing to play along any more.
Unfortunately, this is exactly what his wife had planned on. Because he refused her authority outright, she presented him with an ultimatum and two sets of legal papers. Attend a special facility where he would learn what was expected of him by his wife over the course of a variable stay of several months, or get divorced.
Having no skills, education, or motivation, divorce hadn't seemed like a smart gambit. And so it was that Aaron, with much trepidation, signed away his rights to his wife for the duration of his stay in the special facility, granting consent for any treatment deemed necessary for his "rehabilitation".
That night he had been delivered to Jack and Mia's house, blindfolded and handcuffed, dressed in nothing but a thin robe. And so his own personal hell had begun, brought on by nothing but his own laziness. The first week was always the hardest. He was put on a strict diet, started on an exercise regimen, given voice training lessons to help feminize his voice, and taught how to dress like a woman, including doing his own makeup.
Most importantly he was fitted with adorable pink cuffs on his wrists and ankles, a matching collar around his neck, each with a sturdy D-ring attached. Each cuff had been locked on as well, preventing any kind of tampering. Not that she would try that now, but her first night had been a memorable one.
After being taken inside and properly restrained, Mia had started the introductory portion of his transformation, explaining to him that from now on his name was Zoey, and that for the foreseeable future he would be treated as a girl. A slave girl, in particular.
He had protested of course. Pulled against his restraints, spat, swore, begged, and each time he resisted, Mia explained that his punishment was growing steadily worse. Naturally Aaron, or Zoey as she was now being called, ignored her, continuing to dig herself into an even deeper hole.
Eventually Mia had lost her temper, shoving the contract he had signed into his face.
"Do you have any idea what this means?" She'd asked him.
He'd opened his mouth to give some smart alec remark when she reached down and grabbed his balls in a tight fist, squeezing until it looked like he was about to be sick. He'd struggled to fight it, but with his cuffs locked together behind him, there wasn't much he could do about it.
"It means that you gave me legal permission to do that to you whenever I deem it necessary." She finished, releasing her grip to the sound of pained gasping. "And trust me, if you think giving your worthless little grapes a gentle squeeze is the worst I can do to you, you're in for a world of pain."
The fear that had reflected back up to her from Zoey's eyes had lit her desire as well. She walked to a dresser nearby and opened it up, pulling out a few tools. When she walked back to him the first thing she brought out was the pink ballgag. Zoey flinched away from it, but a quiet reminder about how much she enjoyed the sensation of testicles being crushed in her grip encouraged her to open her mouth, even moving her head back and forth to help fit it. With a snap the gag snugged into place, filling her mouth nicely. Next Mia took a length of rope and tied it to his cuffs, then looped it through a set of chains hanging from the ceiling, however she left a lot of slack in it.
Leaning down, she closely inspected Zoey's genitals for the first time. Her cock was smaller than average, and her testicles were likewise unimpressive, though they would function for the job Mia needed them for.
Reaching into a pocket she pulled out a custom made chastity cage designed especially for Zoey. Her Mommy had taken the measurements months ago and had the device made in anticipation of today. Mia just thought it was too bad she couldn't be there to see Zoey locked up in it for the first time. She struggled again as Mia explained what it was for, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Pulling out a small white jar as well, Mia snapped a glove onto her hand as she took the top off and took out a fingerful of orangish paste. Reaching down, she smeared it all over Zoey's crotch, making sure to get it everywhere. Following that, she managed to get the cage onto her pathetic little toy without too much difficulty, giving a satisfied grunt as the lock snapped closed.
Still moving around, Mia continued to set things up as Zoey started to notice a very unpleasant burning sensation around her groin. The heat seemed to compound by the second, becoming incredibly uncomfortable very quickly. Soon she was being quite vocal, whimpering around her gag.
"Oh," said Mia, "You must be starting to feel this," she held up the little jar of paste. "It's a proprietary blend of the business. Mostly vaseline, cayenne pepper, and chili extract." A panicked look crossed Zoey's face, making Mia smile wickedly. "The burning has barely even begun. You're going to be feeling that all night long. Some people even think it's worse than what comes next, but I certainly don't think so in your case."
Mia grabbed a leash and a large set of clamps. Attaching the leash to Zoey's cage, she gave it a firm tug, nearly causing Zoey's eyes to pop out of her head as her hips shot forward to stop the pulling. As the pressure built though, she eventually took quick shimmying steps, trying to follow, her legs going as far as the attached cuffs allowed.
"Very good," Mia said, "I see you understand the concept that when I lead, you follow. Lets just keep that straight and I won't need to attach one of these," she pointed at the clamp in her hand, "To one of those," she then pointed between Zoey's legs. "Get it?"
Zoey nodded vigorously, fear showing plain in her eyes again.
"Good. See? You're already learning. Unfortunately, we still have quite a few lessons to go over from earlier."
Mia moved away from her, going to a wall and grabbing a chair as well as some other things Zoey couldn't see. She moved the chair just behind Zoey, then grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back in a shuffle to the right side of the chair as Mia sat down. Sitting on Mia's lap were a wooden bathbrush and what appeared to be a clear plastic pingpong paddle. Hefting the bathbrush, Mia addressed Zoey.
"Sissy, I know these are big changes you're going through right now, but believe me, they're going to happen. I have as many months as I need to break you down and rebuild you however your Mommy desires, and what she desires is a meek, obedient, fit, little cock slut. You are going to become all of those things. Your wife wants you kept in chastity, and so you will be. She wants you trained to take cock in all of your holes, both the real and fake kind, and the bigger the better, so I'll train you to do that as well. She wants you to look as passably female as I can possibly make you, which means you'll have to fend off male advances regularly. Lastly, though, she just wants you to suffer, and so you will." She said the last matter-of-factly, making Zoey whine.
She placed the implements on the ground, then reached up, grabbing Zoey by the arm and pulling her over her lap, catching her as she started to fall and lowering her into position. As she lowered down, the rope attached to her wrist cuffs reached its end, pulling them up and behind her slightly, where they would be well out of range of interfering with her spanking. Taking hold of the leash, Mia fed it down through her legs, trapping the caged little cocklette between her warm thighs and putting her bottom squarely on display in the center of her lap. She whined through her gag as Mia wrapped the leash around her hand, leaving just enough slack to still be able to hold Zoey firmly around the waist.
Mia ran a hand over the naked bottom in front of her. "Has your Mommy ever spanked you before?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
She gave a reluctant nod.
"Did you enjoy it?"
Vigorous denial.
"That's too bad," she said, "Because I spank much harder and much longer than your Mommy. I'll be expecting tears well before I'm done with you."
Lifting her hand, Mia started, and tears there were. Zoey made it about 2 minutes with the hand before the sniffles started. By five minutes she was struggling as much as the leash would allow, crying as she was forced to endure the harsh punishment with no ability to wiggle or escape. At the ten minute mark she was openly sobbing around the gag in her mouth, all thoughts of dignity long forgotten in the inferno of agony that was her burning backside. Mia paused, but only long enough to grab the plastic paddle from the ground.
"The warmup is over now. I think it's time you met the lexan," she smirked, "You'll be getting to know one another quite well over the next few months."
Zoey was mostly too far gone by that point to register much beyond a brief pause in her punishment. It didn't last long though, as the wicked little paddle splatted down with a furious CRACK! Zoey shrieked through her gag, tears redoubling as the lexan started it's long campaign across her wayward bottom. The swats came hard and often, and over the course of the next five minutes, Mia roasted her ass, leaving it a bright red crimson and hot to the touch.
Sighing, Mia tossed the lexan down and picked up the bath brush, testing its weight as Zoey continued to cry miserably.
"Big lessons for big trouble makers," she said in a kind of sing-song voice, bringing the brush down with impressive force, causing Zoey to start struggling once again. She pulled, strained, tugged, twisting this way and that but nothing worked. Finally giiving in, she slumped across Mia's lap, defeated as the woman continued to bring the bath brush down time and again on her poor defenseless bottom. A short time later, though it probably seemed like an eternity to Zoey, Mia finished with the brush, taking the opportunity to lay on some especially hard swats before she tossed it to the side with the lexan and pushed Zoey off her lap. With her arms still bound, she was forced to kneel, arms pulled up way behind her as Mia stood up.
Mia had hardly spoken during the punishment process. Her philosophy was that the first spanking wasn't really designed to achieve any particular goal, it was simply supposed to inspire fear in her subject. Fear was a great motivator for getting people to do things they didn't want to, and Mia would need that advantage during the later stages of Zoey's training. Besides, the fear would help keep Zoey in line, which would spare her a lot of punishment in the long run.
Mia left the miserable girl to herself for a few moments as she returned everything to its rightful place. As she finished putting away the last items, she turned to eye the pitiful girl, her expression oddly amused.
"Not as much fun as when your Mommy does it?" she asked.
Zoey shook her head miserably. It had been a thousand times worse than anything she'd ever experienced, the fire in her backside continuing to grow until it had consumed her every thought. There was no mercy in the woman, and Zoey flinched back as she crouched down next to her, running a hand over the girl's slick skin, a wicked glint in her eye.
"Don't worry, sissy," she said sweetly, "With all the stuff I have in store for you, it won't be long before you look back at this and think of it as the good old days. Now tell me," she added, her smile seeming to grow an extra row of teeth, "Have you ever been given a proper enema before?"
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"Stand up," the whip crack of Mia's voice caused Zoey to flinch, but she didn't move from where she kneeled. With a sigh, Mia grabbed the leash attached to her chastity cage and started to give it a firm pull. Zoey quickly found her motivation, legs scrambling beneath her to find purchase. In her haste she slipped, almost falling back down.
"Slower," Mia said firmly, "Just get up as fast as you can."
She nodded, gag still locked firmly in place, and managed to find decent enough footing to stand on her own.
"Very good," Mia praised, "See what an obedient girl you can be when you try?"
Zoey flushed bright red, the heat of embarrassment turning her scarlet.
"Come along, then," Mia continued, taking hold of the leash and slowly walking across the room, Zoey's short, restrained footsteps making a shuffling sound behind her as she went. Mia led her into the bathroom, flicking the light on as they entered. The room was spacious, though not large. There was a bathtub with a detachable hand held shower head, a toilet and sink with a large basin and mirror, and what appeared to be a large unfinished deepsink in the back. And all along the walls of the bathroom were toys that would make a seasoned bottom blanch.
Dildo's as small as a beginner might use all the way up to monstrosities the size of a grown man's forearm laid on shelves, arranged in a loose collection by what appeared to be size. There were other things as well. Spanking implements, bondage gear, gags, and a large rubber bag with a hose attached. That last one made Zoey shiver in anticipation. She'd never had an enema before, but she certainly knew what they were. She didn't expect it would be too pleasant, either, especially considering who was going to be giving it to her.
Walking to a wall, Mia touched something Zoey couldn't see and suddenly part of the far wall folded down, creating a table. Pulling on the leash again, she lead Zoey there, connecting her wrist cuffs to the wall just above the table as she did so, forcing her to bend over the edge, exposing her still crimson backside to any kind of abuse her Mistress might decide was necessary.
Mia stepped back, running rough fingers over Zoey's trapped bottom with both of her hands, kneading and pulling them apart as she went, eliciting a series of cries and groans through Zoey's gag.
"Ever had anal before?" Mia asked, "Giving or taking?"
Zoey shook her head, blushing as she did.
"Yeah, I'm not surprised," she said with a smirk, giving a meaningful look at her caged clitty, "Little sissies like you are too afraid to take what you want, and too insecure to know what you need. But I know." Spreading his cheeks as far as they'd go, Mia touched a firm finger to the center of Zoey's little rosebud, rubbing it in firm circles and making her squirm. "What you need is to be fucked in this tight little pussy until you can hardly remember your name. First, though, we need to get you ready to be treated like a proper girl. Even though you've never had one, I assume you know what an enema is?"
Zoey nodded nervously, making Mia smile wider.
"Good, because you'll be getting them on a daily basis to keep you nice and ready for my use. Get used to the idea, since one of the things your Mommy desires more than any other is a sissy pussy to stretch and abuse at her leisure. She has a real thing for strap-ons, your Mommy. I even set her up with a nice collection and a harness that should easily hold even the most monstrous of cocks firmly in place while she holds you down and pounds you into a sissygasming pool of brutally fucked slutboi."
Zoey's terrified shaking drew a cruel laugh from Mia as she started moving around the compact space, collecting certain items and placing them where she would want them later. Chief among these things, in Zoey's mind, were the inflatable nozzle and large hot water bottle that Mia had filled in the sink with water hot enough that it had started to fog up the mirror on the basin above it.
Moving back to stand behind Zoey, Mia looked down and saw her pleading with her eyes, shaking her head desperately
Mia sighed, "Look, sweety, I don't have the patience to lie to you, so trust me when I say that this really is for the best. It's much better than the alternative of ending up with a mess, at least. Besides, it's really not so bad once you get used to it. Kind of nice, actually. Like a warm internal massage. I do them myself sometimes for kicks, though you could say that for most of what we'll be doing down here. Who knows," she added with a wicked grin, "Maybe you'll even end up being an anal slut like me."
With Zoey bent over the table it was easy for Mia to grab a spreader bar and pin her legs wide open, forcing her to bend even farther.
"You should probably get used to this position," Mia said quietly, leaning over her restrained body, "Helpless, bent over, ready to service any cock presented to you." She laughed as she felt Zoey shudder. "In fact the only position I like better than this one is tying little sissies onto their backs, legs pushed back until their knees touch their shoulders, as I go balls deep while staring them right in the face. It's hard to deny you're getting fucked like a girl when you have to make eye contact with the one abusing you, huh?"
Goosebumps formed on Zoey's skin as Mia ran light fingers over her shoulders and back while teasing her about all the terrible things she had in store. Closing her eyes tightly, Mia wished desperately that she were somewhere else, and that this had all been a terrible nightmare. The snap of latex gloves followed by the pop of a cap and the cool drip of lube onto her virgin ass confirmed that this was all as real as she feared. She wiggled as Mia's fingers dipped between her cheeks, spreading the lube around and into Zoey's virgin little starfish.
After getting her properly lubed, Mia took her middle finger and started to push it up into the reluctant bottom, easily sinking it in up to the last knuckle, making Zoey whine quietly around the gag.
"It looks to me like your Mommy has already had her busy fingers up inside your pussy quite a bit." Mia teased, making Zoey flush, but Mia pressed on, "Let me guess. It started with a pinky during a blowjob. It felt weird, but you kind of liked it. The next time she used her middle finger. Before you knew it, she had two or three fingers in your little pussy rubbing your g-spot every time while jerking your clitty off."
Zoey shook as she felt Mia touch that place inside of her that her Mommy always rubbed against. With a groan, she felt the cage cut into her cock as it tried to swell up.
"Aww," Mia said in mock sympathy, "Is sissy getting excited? Does she want to play with her little toy?" Mia flicked a hard finger against her caged nuts, making her jerk and gasp. "Too bad." Mia said, pressing harder on the spot inside of her with her finger, "From now on, sex to you means taking it in the ass like a good little bitch."
Withdrawing her finger, Mia then grabbed the nozzle, barely bothering to lube it before she put it at Zoey's entrance and started to push.
"Try to relax," she said, twisting and grinding the nozzle against her tight hole, "This is going to be... uncomfortable."
Zoey clenched her eyes shut, her anus following suit as it closed tight against the rude invader trying to push up into her.
Mia sighed, feeling slightly exasperated with the struggling girl. "You know you aren't doing anything except making your life harder, right?"
Zoey didn't respond, her whole body tense against her bindings.
"Ok," Mia said, losing patience, "Have it your way." She leaned forward, pushing hard on the spongy inflatable plug. It had a solid enough core if only she could... there it went! With a cry from Zoey, the plug slipped in about an inch. Using it like a dildo, Mia worked her tight hole, trying to loosen it up to take more. The farther she pushed it up, the more frantic Zoey's wails became, eventually ending up in tears of pain and frustration as Mia finally seated the plug all the way in her ass, grabbing the pump bulb and inflating it enough to not pop back out on its own. Zoey gave a long, sorrowful moan as the plug increased in size, stretching her poor bottom from the inside out.
"Oh, don't be such a baby," Mia said happily, "I'll have you taking good sized cock in no time. Hell, you'll be taking things much bigger than this in a half hour or less." She worked the pumped up plug in and out some more, really stretching her and making her writhe at the uncomfortable feeling, "You're pretty tight though, so it might be a little while before you get used to the sensation of really being opened up. Especially with bigger objects."
She spent another few moments fooling with the plug, enjoying Zoey's squirming before letting go with a sigh, "Good enough for now."
With the flick of a valve, she opened the bag to flow down the short tube and fill her little sissy's tummy with hot, soapy water. The reaction was instantaneous as Zoey's limbs pulled against their restraints in a vain attempt to get away from the horrible hot liquid melting her insides. She barely made it twenty seconds before the first series of cramps wracked her body, making her shudder and try to expel the liquid, but to no avail as the plug held firm. As she recovered from them, her eyes snapped to her Mistress, silently pleading for mercy. The mean smirk that met her begging gaze was almost as scary as the next set of cramps that suddenly ripped through her.
"Aww, poor baby," Mia said, her tone honey sweet as she leaned down and ran soft fingers over Zoey's jerking bottom, "It's unfortunate, I agree, but the price for becoming a woman is getting cramps occasionally. We all go through it." She giggled at the old sissy joke, standing as she did so, "I'll be back shortly. You just stay here and try not to explode." Giggling again, she moved out of the room, shutting off the light as she did and closing the door, encasing Zoey in total darkness as her second set of cramps eased.
Zoey breathed hard through her nose, trying hard to relax as even more or the horrible liquid was forced into her. She felt like her whole interior must surely be on fire. Could white phosphorus come in liquid enema form? And would this woman have the medical certifications to get it? Who was Zoey kidding, the woman had probably just beaten it out of whoever had it before and then expected them to thank her for it afterwards... and they probably had.
In the dark there was no way to judge time, but eventually it felt like magma had stopped being added into the inferno that was her tummy, though the cramps continued at regular intervals, reducing Zoey to a miserable, shuddering mess. She tried to shift a little to help take some pressure off of her tummy, but with her restraints pulled so tight there wasn't much wiggle room. That combine with the still burning cream smeared over her locked little clitty and the dull throb of her recently paddled backside, all served to make her one very sorry little girl.
The tears started small, one or two at a time. As her frustration grew, though, so did their flow, and by the time Mia had returned some thirty minutes later, Zoey was sobbing helplessly. The lights came on with a flick and Mia smiled when she saw the state of the bawling sissy.
"So how was it?" she asked, moving up behind the poor girl, running a hand over her back.
Zoey said something incomprehensible through the gag, but the meaning was clear. Her whole body shook and she cried even harder as another convulsion ripped through her tummy.
"That fun, huh?" She said with a smirk as she unchained one hand at a time, bringing them behind her and cuffing her again, "Well, we've got things to do, so quit dillydallying."
With a couple quick snaps Mia detached the spreader bar, then carefully helped Zoey stand upright, supporting her shaking form as they moved over to the toilet. Zoey collapsed onto the hard toilet seat and immediately regretted it as her crimson backside tried to bounce back up off the hard seat, only to be held in place by Mia's firm hands on her shoulders.
"Sit," the crack of her voice instantly subdued the frightened girl, stinging bottom or no.
Pulling on the hose, Mia pulled the nozzle back up through her legs and grabbed the release valve, giving it a quick twist. The hiss of air and plop of the plug slipping free were replaced by rude sounds and Zoey's pitiful wails as the still warm enema was loudly voided in front of the gleeful eyes of her cruel Mistress. Mia relaxed, leaning against the far wall with her arms crossed as the sissy shuddered through the process. It took nearly five minutes, but eventually she seemed to be done.
Stepping forward, Mia flushed the toilet and pulled Zoey to her feet, dragging her toward the bathtub and helping her in. There was a hook on the far wall that Zoey's cuffs were attached to, forcing her to face away from the wall
"You're clean enough on the inside," She said, "Let's see what we can do about the outside."
Reaching for the shower head, she turned on the water, feeling the ice cold flow as it first started.
"Too cold?" she asked, suddenly spraying the freezing water onto Zoey's caged little cocklette, making her yelp and buck. With a chuckle Mia moved the stream to other parts of Zoey's body, eliciting more delicious squeals. The water heated quickly, though, and soon it was quite pleasant to the touch. With quick, efficient movements, Mia soon had her little sissy squeaky clean, paying extra attention to get her sore little rosebud spotless. Not that she needed to, but it made Zoey squirm, and that was all the incentive she required.
Deciding to move on, Mia turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying the shaking sissy with surprisingly gentle hands before unchaining her from the wall and helping her out of the tub. Grabbing hold of the leash still attached to Zoey's cage, Mia led her back to the fold down table in the wall and once more she was fastened over it, ass stuck out temptingly with spreader bar placed firmly between her legs.
"This is one of my favorite things," Mia said, her voice sultry as she leaned down close, her lips almost touching Zoey's ear as she whispered, "Anal training."
Moving to the shelves along the wall, Zoey could see as she picked out a medium size black plug and a small tube of lube. She eyed a few more items before turning away, deciding that the plug was plenty for now.
Moving back behind Zoey, she patted her red bottom with a light palm a few times. "You really aren't going to enjoy this part," she said with a wicked smile, opening up the lube and coating the plug in a thin layer before dripping some down her crack as well. Closing the tube with a pop, she moved the plug down and started tracing up and down between Zoey's cheeks with it, spreading the lube as she went.
Zoey flinched as she felt the tip start to press against her abused hole, a muffled groan of pain escaping from behind the gag.
"I can't wait to use my strap-ons on you," Mia's voice was thick with lust, her pussy dripping from the powertrip. She was addicted to breaking in reluctant sluts like this one. It turned her on like nothing else in the world. "I'm going to make you cry like a little bitch when I break you in for the first time."
She punctuated by forcing the plug in another fraction of an inch. Zoey cried out, trying to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. Mia continued to work her hole with it, stretching just a little more each time and causing a constant stream of pained groaning from the tied sissy. Soon she was pumping the plug at a decent pace, eventually working it in to the point that one more good push was all it needed to slide all the way in.
Pushing it in as far as it would freely go, Mia leaned down and breathed in Zoey's ear, "This is what sissies like you deserve."
She pushed hard, straining against the tight fit as Zoey's groans became squawks and squeals of discomfort. Slowly, painfully, Mia watched the sissy's hole open up to swallow the cruel invader. WIth a final shove the plug slipped in, a low wail coming from Zoey as it did.
Mia let it sit for just a moment before grabbing the base and pulling it back, stretching her sore pussy even more as it popped out. Taking a look at it, Mia smiled in satisfaction.
"Squeaky clean," she said, pushing it back up and in, making Zoey jump as the widest part slipped past her still tight sphincter. "Now we just have to get you opened up a little."
Zoey wanted to beg. She wanted to cry, to fight, to do something, but she was just too tired. She put her head down on the table and tried to resign herself to accepting what was about to happen. If she resisted, it would just mean another spanking, or maybe something worse, and probably a rather upset Mistress.
So for the next few minutes Zoey laid there, occasionally mewling in discomfort, as Mia thorough stretched her little pussy with the plug.
"See?" said Mia, "You're a natural born slut. The way your ass grips this plug is going to feel so good for the real men that your wife let's use you."
Zoey whined behind her gag, but Mia ignored her, "The nice thing about belonging to a rich girl like your Mommy is that they tend to do health screenings first, so there won't be any need for condoms. They'll just get to breed your tight pussy to their heart's content. Oh, and most won't care too much about what kind of discomfort you're in." She illustrated her point with a hard shove on the plug, making Zoey cry out. "The men your wife pick will be hung, they will be dominant, and they will be uncompromising. So believe me when I say, they're going to get balls deep in that tight little hole and fill you with hot cream until you feel like a french pastry."
Zoey's tears started again, little ones of almost pure humiliation. She couldn't handle the thought. It was too much, too fast. She didn't want to be a girl! But then, it wasn't her choice anymore.
"You know," Mia said, the ghost of a smirk on her face, "I do have this one strap-on I've never used before. It's about the size of an average cock, maybe a little bigger." She ran light trails up Zoey's back as she leaned over her tied form, nibbling on her earlobe for a moment before continuing. "I think maybe we'll give it a try."
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Zoey couldn't believe the cruelty of her Mistress. She shook her head desperately, feeling exhausted and sore everywhere from the waist down from already having so many awful things done to her. She didn't know if she could survive this fresh hell.
Mia moved away from the tied girl, her helpless form bent over and restrained at waist height.
"Aww, what's the matter, princess? Not feeling up to it?" Her voice oozed mock sympathy. Taking a few steps, she reached up onto a shelf and pulled down an average sized black strap-on and a sturdy looking harness. "Tell you what," she continued, "I'll let you choose. You can take my cock in your ass, or you can let me tickle your tonsils with it."
Zoey closed her teary eyes tight, but she could still clearly hear the harness being dragged up her Mistress's legs. She heard buckles being adjusted and straps being pulled tight, then suddenly a hand was on her chin, pulling her face up.
"Open your eyes." It was a sharp command, and Zoey could hear the implied, "or else," behind it. Fearing more punishment, she reluctantly pried her eyes open, catching on her Mistress's hard gaze as she continued, "Now pay attention, because I won't repeat myself."
As she let go of Zoey's chin, her sight immediately dropped to the strap-on, despite her best effort not to. Fortunately, this is exactly where her Mistress wanted her attention focused. Mia held her fingers close to the fake cock for size comparison, showing how it was a few inches longer, and just a little thicker in circumference.
"Before you choose which end you'd like to take it in, just know that I'll be going balls deep and hard, just like the real men you'll soon be servicing will. What that means for you right now is that if I go down your throat, you're probably going to be puking everywhere, and I doubt that's a very appealing thought. Alternatively, your other end already been cleaned out and stretched. Now I know you're feeling a little abused right now but," she smacked the palm of her hand firmly into the center of one of Zoey's crimson cheeks, making her jump and squirm, "I think it would be easier for you if we put it here."
Zoey closed her eyes again, wishing she could just shrink into the ground and disappear forever. Warm fingers dancing over the sensitive skin of her paddled backside pulled her back to reality.
"What do you say, hmm?" Mia's tone was uncharacteristically sweet, lacking the edge of derision it so often carried in saying even the most trivial of things. It was enough to get Zoey to open her eyes, meeting her Mistress' gaze again. "Be a good girl for your Mistress and maybe you'll even earn a little reward."
It was the first time Zoey had seen mercy reflected in the woman's eyes, and she grasped at it, nodding her head woodenly, desperate to earn some kind of reprieve.
Mia's smile was wonderful, lighting up her face. Somewhere in the back of her mind Zoey thought to herself she wished the woman would do it more often. She was so pretty when she smiled.
The sensation of lube being smeared onto her sore little starfish snapped her out of it, making her moan and wiggle her lower half.
"Hush," it was a gentle admonishment accompanied by a light tap on her bottom, "You're being so good, don't spoil it."
Zoey took a deep breath, steadying herself and doing her best to hold still. It was a difficult task, though, with the way her Mistress's inquisitive little fingers were starting to make their way inside. First one would worm its way in, then pull out and tease the opening with the other finger before they switched out. She repeated this a few times, her gentle caresses sometimes managing to rub that special spot up inside of her, making her whine.
"Mmm, yeah. You like the way that feels, don't you, sweety?" Mia cooed, her other hand running light trails over her back, raising goosebumps as it went. "What a good girl."
Zoey's mind was floating on clouds. Her Mommy had played with her backdoor before, but she'd never experienced anything quite like this. It was intoxicating, and she could feel something building inside, almost like an orgasm, but different somehow. It felt good enough that even when Mia pushed her two fingers in together all it did was elicit a wanton moan from the excited sissy. She picked up her pace, bottoming out with each firm, slow stroke of her fingers, determinedly reaming open the tight hole for her cock.
When she finally pulled her fingers out she was rewarded with a quiet whine from Zoey, her pussy clenching rhythmically. With a little smile, she stepped up behind the bound girl, her strap-on at the perfect level as she started to run it between her cheeks. The barest of whimpers escaped the girl as her cock made contact with the still tight opening, pushing very lightly as it did.
"Here we go," Mia said quietly as she pushed her hands down onto Zoey's back, pinning her firmly in place as she started to steadily feed her cock into the reluctant hole. Zoey's whining turned into a low moan as the first few inches slipped in. Soon her breathing became labored, limbs straining against their restraints as the fake cock forced its way deeper into her, heedless of her discomfort. Her hands shook, gripping futilely at nothing as the last inch was buried up into her with a satisfied grunt from her Mistress.
"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Mia ran soft fingers over her shaking slave's shoulders and back, leaning down and placing gentle kisses on her neck as she ground the strap-on from side to side.
Zoey breathed hard through her nose, trying to relax around the invader inside of her, but it just felt so deep! The task was made much easier a moment later when Mia drew her hips back, slowly easing the hard cock out of her clenching pussy. The sigh that escaped her was quickly cut off, though, as Mia started to push in again immediately. Zoey whined at the sensation, her hole tightening against her will and making the insertion much more painful than the first time, eliciting a more verbal protest. Mia ignored her squeals, though, pushing in hard until the cock was buried to the hilt.
"Try pushing out. It makes it a little easier," Mia said, her kind voice in strict opposition to the painful task her strap-on was performing. Still, her hands ran soothing circles around the straining girl's back, trying to calm her into accepting the sensation.
It didn't sound to Zoey like her Mistress was trying to give her bad advice, but it was just so hard to get her rosebud to obey her while it was being so rudely violated. Still, after a few tries she managed to push just a little, and like magic, her passage seemed to open up and become much more accommodating for the briefest of seconds. The feeling was so startling that she tightened right back up, making her squeal again as her Mistress continued to feed the hard cock into her hole at a steady pace.
Recovering, she tried again, this time finding much better results as the strap-on really started to glide with little resistance.
"There we go," Mia purred, "What a good girl. I can already tell what a great little anal slut you're going to be."
Zoey wanted to disagree, but with the way the strap-on was moving freely now, that spot inside of her was starting to go crazy as the toy pounded into it over and over. She could feel that not-quite-orgasm feeling building again.
"Just imagine," Mia said, "Pretty soon you'll be taking cocks much bigger than this little thing. And some of them are even going to be real."
Zoey flushed bright red, humiliation coursing through every vein as she shuddered, waves of pleasure shooting through her. Picking up the pace, Mia really started to pound the moaning slut hard, making her grunt as she bottomed out each time. Zoey laid her head down, eyes unfocusing as the pleasure continued to build. She lost track of time, the only sensations to register in her mind being the grip and pull of her Mistress's strong hands and the bump of the hard cock past her tickle spot on each pass.
It seemed like a long time, but it could have been as little as just a few minutes when Mia finally pulled her cock out with a pop, making Zoey grunt.
Pulling the straps on the harness, Mia removed the contraption and set it back on the shelf. "Consider yourself lucky," she said, suddenly pulling down her pants, leaving herself naked from the waist down " Because I could hardly feel anything with those on. Usually I have it set up to rub against my clit as I fuck, and I don't stop fucking until I cum, but it's difficult through clothes."
With a few quick snaps, Zoey's hands were secured behind her again and she was turned around. Lowering her to her knees, Mia stood with her waist at eye level.
"Your Mommy tells me you were terrible at eating pussy before you met her, and that you still aren't very enthusiastic about it either, but I'm going to give you the opportunity to prove her wrong."
Reaching behind Zoey's head, Mia undid the gag that had held back so many protests that night. "Not one word," she warned the cowed girl with a stern look before pulling it out the rest of the way.
With a sigh, Zoey worked her aching jaw, her tongue spreading what little moisture it had. She didn't have much time to recover, though, as Mia reached out and took hold of a handful of hair, dragging her head forward and burying her face in the musky, wet pussy of her Mistress.
Zoey was determined to please the woman, and since eating pussy was the most masculine thing she'd been allowed to do since arriving, she had no compunction about diving right in, her tongue dipping deep between the wet lips. Mia bit her lip, fighting back the urge to moan as her poor, neglected pussy finally got some well deserved attention. She felt herself gasp a little as Zoey's tongue flicked to her clit, rubbing lightly against it a few times before delving back up into her. Lifting a leg, she curled it behind Zoey's head, pulling her face tighter into her pussy and making her moan in delight.
"Mmm," Mia's voice was sultry, "I knew you just needed a little encouragement to bring out the natural pussy eater in you."
Zoey spent the next several minutes with her mouth planted firmly on her Mistress's pussy. Occasionally she'd get instructions. Suck on her clit, lick slowly, gentle kisses. Mia's breathing became heavier, her chest heaving and blood flushing her skin as she felt her orgasm steadily growing. She continued to give the slurping sissy directions, her pleasure growing with each change.
"Fuck," Mia exhaled in a low moan as she felt her orgasm start to sweep over her, the little slut's tongue grinding firmly against her clit and dragging the most delicious electric shocks through her body. With gasping breaths she grabbed the back of Zoey's head, pulling it in tighter and holding on for support as she felt her legs start to weaken. She maintained her firm grip all the way through her shaking climax, only relaxing once she started to regain feeling below her waist. Pulling away, she felt her composure return and cleared her throat to address the eagerly watching sissy.
"Very good," Mia said, still slightly breathless, "Still some finetuning to do, but not nearly as terrible as I had been led to believe."
Zoey bowed her head, blushing at the compliment.
Mia cast a critical eye over the kneeling girl. "Alright, I think it's just about your bedtime. First, though, what do you say?"
She felt herself go scarlet again, "Thank you for using me, Mistress."
Mia felt a smirk touch the corner of her mouth. Training this little slut was going to be a piece of cake.
And for the most part, it was. Zoey had gone to bed that night in her little cot, too tired to do anything but fall into an exhausted sleep. When her Mistress had woken her up the next day, it had been more of the same. Exercise, health food, makeup, and sexual training of a dozen different varieties. In nearly every area it was smooth sailing, though there were two other notable sticking points.
The first had been deepthroat training. For nearly three weeks they had tried to go slowly and let Zoey work up to it at her own pace, but she never seemed to quite be ready for it. Eventually Mia lost her patience and tied her upside down with an o-ring gag in her mouth. The strap-on throat fucking that followed was intense, and Zoey spent most of an hour choking and gagging as Mia fed every inch into her reluctant throat time and again. There were a few close calls, but she managed not to throw up, and toward the end Mia had even managed to really work up a good rhythm.
The second sticking point had been a little more dramatic, and had occurred when Mia introduced her husband, Jack, into the scenario. The first time she'd been ordered to suck his cock, she'd refused. Almost exactly one hour after that, Zoey had closed her lips around a real man's cock for the first of many times in her life, her soggy tear stained cheeks stretching to accommodate it as she rubbed her dark crimson backside with ginger fingers. Mia stood over her shoulder, watching like a hawk with paddle in hand as she desperately tried to drain her Daddy Jack's balls. It took quite a while, but under Mia's firm guidance, Zoey managed to get him off, making her husband shoot his load into the sissy's mouth. He enjoyed having her open wide, showing off his large load before ordering her to close her mouth and swallow every drop.
She still hadn't taken any dildo's as big as his girthy 8" in her pussy though, so as further punishment for her disobedience that day, she was forced to suck him until he got hard again and then bent over. He didn't bother to restrain her, trusting in his own physical ability to keep her subdued. She struggled valiantly, too, squirming in his grasp, her cries as he forced his hard cock deep into her tight hole not stopping him from taking her just as roughly as he desired. As his cock bottomed out for the first time, his strong fingers wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her back into him and grinding their hips together.
"This is what a real cock feels like, you little bitch," Jack groaned, his cock twitching deep inside of her pussy.
She had whined, silently pleading to her Mistress with her eyes as the large member filled her up, making her squirm. Of course her Mistress had just smiled, a wicked glint in her eye as her naughty slave got the punishment she deserved. In the end she'd had no choice but to lay there and try to relax as she got fucked by a real man until he was satisfied. The humiliation made her face burn bright red, but as Jack continued to pound his hard member up into her, she felt that odd sensation starting to build.
"God, no," Zoey thought to herself, biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud, "Please don't make me cum like this."
She knew it was no use, though. Her pussy started to relax, making it easier for Jack, who acknowledged the gesture by slamming up into her even harder. She felt her mind start to go blank as the feeling swelled, blocking out all rational thought and making her push her hips back to meet his thrusts, whimpering as she did. After just a few more seconds, she felt herself pushed over the precipice, that feeling ripping through her. Normally her Mistress stopped there, but this wasn't her Mistress fucking her anymore. It was a real man, and he was going to make sure she knew who she belonged to. Adjusting his grip on her waist, Jack continued his relentless jackhammering, driving Zoey further into delirium.
He had almost superhuman self-control, varying his speed, depth, and intensity. He would seem to be at the edge of his endurance, then with a tightening of his jaw, he would just hold off, forcing himself to keep going regardless of his desire to finish. His recent release into Zoey's mouth probably had something to do with his ability to continually hold back for so long, but eventually he lost his will to, or else he had decided that the little sissy had finally learned her lesson. With a grunt and a few last hard thrusts, Zoey felt her pussy filled with a man's hot cum for the first time. It didn't feel like much, again because of his recent release, but it still left her feeling filthy, like a well used whore.
With a groan, Jack had pulled out, leaving her sissy pussy gaping open, then walked to her mouth and held his cock up to her.
"Clean your mess, slut," he'd said, grabbing a handful of her hair and forcing his sloppy cock deep between her lips. Her daily enema's meant that his cock had been relatively clean, but the combination of cum and lube on a man's cock still wasn't particularly appetizing. Still, with her Mistress standing close by with paddle in hand, it hadn't taken much convincing to have her slurp every inch clean.
"Good sissy," Jack had said, pulling his cock free. "And I'm pretty sure she even had a cummy or two on the end of Daddy Jack's hard cock, didn't you slut?"
"Oh, I'm certain of it," Mia chimed in, a smug look on her face as Zoey tried to bury her face in shame. "Just look at the mess she made." Looking down, Zoey could see where the cum had leaked from her locked up little clitty, dripping onto the ground below where she'd been bent over getting fucked. "You know, I think she could use this treatment far more often."
And just like that, Jack had become an everyday part of her training. Multiple times a day she would be held down and used in whatever manner he desired, taking his cum in whichever hole he ordered her to, and then she would thank him for it. It was the most horrible thing she could have imagined when she was first sent to be trained by the couple, and yet eventually it became standard fare. It still wasn't fun... except for the part where she made cummies with him rubbing up against that spot inside of her, but it also wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.
Those things aside, her training had gone splendidly, and the last two weeks had been spent putting on the finishing touches. Electrolysis, hair extensions, and an increase in her aerobic regimen meant that by the end of nearly four months of hard work Zoey, formerly Aaron, was one succulent sissy morsel.
As the three of them stood outside the bathroom, Zoey naked and standing for inspection before the couple who had transformed her into an obedient slut, Jack felt his cock start to harden while he stared at her creamy skin.
Clearing his throat, he gave his wife another annoyed glance, "You know, maybe I should help Zoey get ready. Make sure she's presentable for her Mommy."
Mia smiled slyly at him out of the corner of her eye, "Of course, babe, whatever you say."
Jack smiled and shrugged, then moved toward the bathroom, grabbing Zoey by the wrist and pulling her in behind him as he went.
"Alright, sissy," she heard her husband say, "Why don't you come show Daddy how much you're going to miss him?"
Mia chuckled, heading for the door to upstairs. Just before she shut it behind her she heard Zoey's desperate cries from the bathroom.
"Daddy, nooooo!" Mia could just picture her husband sliding his cock into the sissy's tight pussy in one long push. The wailing continued until she closed the door behind her, leaving behind nothing but silence, regardless of the poor girl's pitiful dilemma just a few feet away.
The End
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The party was already well underway, and everyone already had a beer in their hand hoping to get drunk sooner and later. Zoey, the birthday girl, spent much of the evening walking around and serving her guests like she always did, even though it was her birthday party. So used to being shit on most of her life, she really had no trouble accepting the fact that she had to spend her birthday making sure everyone else had enough food and enough beer. It wasn't all that bad, though. All her male friends came in their Sunday best to try to impress her, and, though she wouldn't admit it, she loved how they swooned when she walked past. It wasn't just the males, either. It was no secret that Zoey was bisexual, and she spent the majority of dinner entertaining all the possible fantasies, involving her and any of the other beautiful women at her party, that the men could come up with.
One of Zoey's friends stood out from the rest of the crowd during her party. Sean didn't really talk to anyone else, or interact with anyone else. He just quietly admired her from across the room, stealing small, lustful glares when he could. At first, it made Zoey a little nervous, but hen she thought it a little endearing. He didn't fawn over her or adorn her with attention or pay her any special attention. He just gave her these small seductive glances that seemed to catch her eyes at the most inopportune times. She didn't even know Sean all that well, and already she was attracted to him. But then, maybe he was just like all the others, hoping to stay and sleep with her when the party ended. Tried as she might, Zoey couldn't keep her mind or her eyes off of him. He watched her all night, just as she watched him all night. She couldn't help but admire the way he stood strongly from the rest of the crowd, like a rock, drawing no attention to himself but the kind he wanted. And he got it, alright. He did look gorgeous in his three-button, black pinstripe suit.
Finally, it was time for cake and presents and the night was almost over. Zoey walked over to the loveseat in the middle of her apartment where all her presents had gathered, after serving everyone cake. Slightly overwhelmed by all the presents, she blushed and gave a nervous laugh, and everyone encouraged her to open them. She sat down and for just a moment, wondered which present would be from Sean and glanced upward at him. He was leaning against the table in the small breakfast nook at the other end of the apartment, smiling warmly at her. Zoey's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and put her mind back on her all her gifts, squirming a little in the seat.
Sipping her beer, Zoey began to open her sixth gift. Laughing she pulled out a vibrator and a pack of batteries and showed it to everyone else. It was another gag gift. They had no idea that she would make sure to put it to some use whether it was a gag or not. She blushed a little and joked, "I'm not that old yet. I can still get a man." Everyone laughed as she began to open the seventh gift. It was a small box, no bigger than her hand, neatly wrapped in black paper and a silver ribbon. It was his and she knew it. Nervously, she began tearing at the paper and pulling at the ribbon, revealing a simple, two-piece black box. With shaky hands, she pulled the top off and read the note inside: "Your gift is in your bedroom." -Sean
It was an incredibly simple note and Zoey was left somewhat disappointed. She was hoping for something much more from him. After all the build up, this evening, he had the nerve to give her a stupid note. Her body filled with heat and anger and she looked up, eyes searching wildly for him. It seemed he had left, and rightfully so, because Zoey was furious. "Excuse me, please," Zoey said, smiling warmly to her guests, "I will be right back." Crumpling the note in her hand, she stood up and walked slowly to the other end of her apartment, and into the darkness of her bedroom.
Nervously, Zoey looked in, walking slowly, then hurriedly to the lamp on her bedside table. Before she could turn it on, she heard the door close and lock behind her. Shaking, eyes searching the darkness, she turned on the light and saw Sean standing at the door. His warm smile was gone. He just stood there at the door, hands clasped together in front of him, looking deeply into her eyes. Zoey's knees began to quake, and a heat rose quickly inside her, anger turning to desire. When she tried to speak, Sean quickly walked to her and reached behind her head, clasping his fingers tightly in her hair, pulling her head back, arching her neck violently. She reached out to him, trying to push him off to no avail, only enticing him more. She grunted loudly, her throat parched, as he finally pressed his body into hers and bit hard on the side of her neck, sinking his teeth in slowly, growling into her smooth flesh.
Zoey continued to fight him, flailing at his arms and hands, trying to push and pull him off. The heat inside her turned to desire when Sean pushed her violently onto the bed, forcing her to catch herself on her hands, bent over so that her rear was pressed into his thighs. She rested her forehead on the bed and reached to her hair, trying to pull his hand off, pushing back against him with everything she had. He just kept pulling harder on her hair, forcing her head back so she couldn't scream. Zoey kicked back at him, writhing on the bed, trying to somehow force herself from his strong grip. Then suddenly, Sean pushed Zoey's head into the bed and released her, placing his hands on her hips, cradling them gently.
Sean admired her gorgeous frame for just a moment and leaned down, kissing her softly on the back of her neck, and slid his left knee between her thighs, parting them just a little. She continued to fight him, but her attempts were getting weaker and weaker. Zoey could barely even breathe properly at this point. Slowly, Sean lifted her knee-length black skirt up to her waist, exposing the smooth curves of her rear. Gently, he trailed his fingers up and down the insides of her thighs and then along her lacey black thong. Zoey's fighting became more and more half-hearted as his fingers began to trail further between her legs, circling her clit and then along the smooth lips of her sex. Following his fingers with eyes, he smiled warmly once more, admiring the view as Zoey's grunts and screams became soft moans, and she parted her thighs a little more for him. Bending down, Sean kissed her rear with a sympathetic whimper and stood up straight once more, cradling her left hip in his smooth grasp.
In one swift, fluid motion, Sean swung his arm back far, and smacked his hand hard into her ass, her skin flushing a bright red around his hand. One. Zoey flinched towards the bed, trying to pull away from his hand, gasping loudly into the air, thrusting her head back. Her left ass cheek became obsessively warm around his hand and his fingers as he gently squeezed the sweet curve along her rear. Pulling his hand away, Sean came back, hitting her ass even harder, first the right side and then the left again. Two, three. With each smack, Zoey writhed away from his hand, trying to avoid the pain it gave her, tears spilling down her cheeks. Four, five, six. After the sixth smack, she discovered his rhythm. Her pain slowly turned into a burning heat as she pulled away in time with each smack, sniffling and licking the tears off her lips. Seven, eight, nine, ten. His smacks became harder and more violent, he didn't like that she was pulling away. Zoey bit into her arm, crying fresh tears once more, muffling her screams and groans into her arm. Sean's smacks halted. Only the sting and the heat of being hit remained. Then she heard it.
Slowly, Sean unbuckled his belt and slid it off his slacks, stepping back from her a bit and watched her carefully, making sure she didn't run. Smiling, he pulled his arm back and swung down on the back of her left thigh from the inside out. Eleven. Zoey screamed loudly into her arm and bit it harder, finally tasting blood. Her knees began to fail her and she began to fall a bit, but instead just collapsed her upper body onto the bed. Twelve, thirteen. The belt left long white streaks outlined with red along her the backs of her thighs. The pain was starting to evolve into a sharp pleasure and she spread her thighs wider. Fourteen, fifteen. Sean got the insides of her thighs, and the sharp sting was delicious, now. Sixteen, seventeen. Zoey could feel her fluids leak from her sex down her thighs with each strike of the wide, leather strap. She began to arch back to him, reaching out to meet his strikes, to greet the pain as it rolled over into pleasure. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty. The pleasure continued to rise inside her, overwhelming her, and she couldn't stop shaking from it. But the belt stopped. Quickly Sean rolled her over onto her back, leaving her skirt above her waist, leaving her to rest on the freshly worn flesh of her rear and thighs. The contact was too much and she arched her hips away from the bed, but Sean lifted his foot and pressed into her sex with his black, square-toed oxfords, forcing her back onto the bed, forcing her to feel the pain of the contact from the bed.
Lifting his foot away, Sean wielded the belt once more, looking lustfully into Zoey's deep brown eyes. With one quick strike, he smacked the inside of her right thigh once more, the length of the belt wrapping around the front, leaving a fresh white streak, surrounded by bright red. Twenty-one. The pain immediately became pleasure as Zoey arched her hips up to meet the strike, only to be greeted by another stink when resting back down. Twenty-two, twenty-three. The pleasure snowballed higher and faster, getting her closer and closer to what she wanted. She wanted her release so badly; she began to beg for it. Grinning, Sean smacked her thighs again, crossing the strap over her thighs. Twenty-four, twenty-five. The pain was almost too much, and she began to writhe once more, screaming loudly in ecstasy. The pinnacle of her treatment was so close, she could feel it burning deep within her, begging to be let go. Twenty-six, twenty-seven. Zoey was finally at the cusp of her release, heaving and thrashing underneath Sean's violent belt, begging for it in her thoughts. Twenty-eight. Not yet. "Please don't stop," she thought. The beating stopped and Sean leaned in close to her left ear, whispering softly, "and one for good luck." At his words, Sean pulled his arm back hard and swung back harder than he had thus far, swatting her sex violently, leaving the belt to sting into her clit for a moment. Twenty-nine. Zoey screamed loudly into the air and Sean quickly covered her mouth with his hand, holding her close as she thrashed and writhed against him, as her orgasm exploded deep within her and surged throughout her body.
Sean held her close as her body calmed down, gently kissing the back of her neck, whispering how proud he was of her. Carefully he looked over the bright red streaks on her thighs, and rear, checking for terribly damaging wounds. Somewhat admiring his own work, he licked his lips as he stroked those on the tops of her thighs with his fingertips. Laying Zoey onto her back once more, he looked into her eyes as she steadily regained full consciousness and kissed them gently and then her cheeks, trying to kiss her tears away. Giving her that warm smile once again, Sean bit his lip and leaned into hers, kissing them softly, murmuring his satisfaction gently into them, holding her close for just a few more short moments.
Finally, Zoey and Sean got up and recomposed themselves and returned to the party to notice that only a few moments had gone by and no one seemed to really notice they were gone. Blushing a little, Zoey hobbled back over to her presents and greeted all her friends again, sitting painfully back into the loveseat, winking over at Sean as he returned to his beer with a grin.
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"Another boring Friday night for your insomniac ass," Zoey said to the girl in the mirror.
She was right, of course. The night had been fairly boring indeed. Zoey had less friends than she would have liked, and it seemed they always made plans without her these days. Likely it was due to her shyness, she thought - Zoey barely said a word when she was invited places. When at a party, she was the type to make fantastic friends with the house cat.
On such boring Friday nights, Zoey would first browse Facebook. After clicking "like" on just about every post, she would get a bit depressed seeing everyone's plans, or their pictures of fun times as they were happening... without her, of course. Zoey would then check some forums, sites like Vampire Freaks or GetDare, sites that might provide a little more excitement. Of course, that would lose it's interest around 2 AM, when people started going to sleep and everything died down a bit. Then it was off to the slums of the internet: 4chan. Zoey would get a kick out of all the inane bullshit posted there, the massive amount of insults thrown back and forth, and the occasional cam-girl thread. (She was definitely a hint attracted to girls, Zoey would admit.) She had even once took part in a hookup thread, but chickened out at the last minute.
When that became repetitive around three-ish, Zoey would take a shower. It gave her a break from the internet, and sometimes, something interesting would be there when she got back. Zoey hoped that would be the case tonight, while she stood looking at herself in the mirror, fresh out of her shower.
'Maybe no one is interested in me because of my body.'
Zoey looked herself over in the mirror. She didn't really consider herself unattractive or anything. Her brown doe eyes and short brown hair were both cute in their own right. Water lightly formed droplets on her small-but-perky breasts. She turned her petite body around to glimpse at her tight little butt in the mirror, then turned again and watched herself put her hands on her flat tummy. She slid them further down, lightly touching her freshly shaved pussy. Why she kept it shaved, Zoey had no idea anymore.
"It's not like you've been fucked in ages," Zoey complained to the mirror girl. Her reflection offered no response.
'I need better clothes," Zoey thought. 'Something to actually show my body.' It was true that Zoey never really wore anything to reveal her assets. Most of her wardrobe consisted of loose jeans and hoodies. The were comfortable, but... 'Maybe I need to be outside of my comfort zone.'
Zoey sighed, toweled herself dry, and headed back to the computer.
This was part of Zoey's routine as well, many nights. She slept nude, so she didn't bother to put on clothes after her shower. And she was still wide away, so she would often tire herself out a bit by making herself cum. She had a small library of kinky clips and stories saved on her computer, mostly involving girls being bound and submissive. Zoey loved how slutty the girls were in them, wishing she could be so confident in her sexuality instead of being so damn shy all the time.
Zoey assumed her regular post-shower position at her computer - butt in the chair, knees bent and apart, heels on the edge of the seat. Her left hand wandered between her open thighs. The index finger of Zoey's hand began to faintly trace her lips. She checked 4chan for any interesting cam-whore posts, and was three pages in when something caught her eye.
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"Hey shy girl! Yeah, you! Over here!
...You always wanted to be a real fucking slut, don't you?
Don't act like it's not true. If that were the case, you wouldn't have read past that last line, now would you?
You see a guy, and you wonder what it would be like to get good and fucked by him. To feel his cock invade your pussy. To be his personal little fuck toy.
But you're too scared to even talk to him! Let alone go back to his place...
Well, have I got the solution for you! It's called blackmail!
You'll get tied up and fucked in all your holes, because you won't have a choice in the matter!
It's easy to be a willing slut, when the only alternative is having everyone you know sent a video of you masturbating.
So are you interested?
Of course you are! You're still reading, after all!
Well then, click [here], and let's begin your slavery!"
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Zoey paused much, much too long over this post.
After halfway through the third read, Zoey realized that she had been rubbing her clit. Her realization of this caused her to notice just how wet this post had made her.
"Fuck it," Zoey said to her computer screen, and clicked.
'It could have some dumb sign-up where it asks for all my private information. Or maybe this page will have some good erotica about blackmail. Maybe even some porn where the girl-"
"Never gonna give you up! Never gonna..." sang Rick Astley's voice through her speakers, while he started to dance on the webpage.
"FUCKING 4CHAN!" shouted Zoey, and closed the page.
'I don't believe I got fooled by that', though Zoey in frustration. In typical 4chan fashion, the post was already gone from the site, before she could tell others to avoid it. Zoey's frustration rose at the thought of being trolled, until she realized her frustration was more sexual in nature.
"Ugh!" She clicked back to the front page, and settled in on a nice cam-whore thread.
This was not your typical cam-whore thread. The girl had her boyfriend with her, and he was fucking her every which way. The people in the thread were directing the action. "Facefuck her!" was soon followed by a picture of the guy's cock buried in her throat. "Tie her up and fuck her" shortly led to a picture of the cam whore with her hands tied behind her, then another picture of her getting fucked in the same way. "Write SLUT on her and fuck her ass" led to the cam-whore having a dick up her asshole, "SLUT" written on her right butt cheek.
Zoey was really enjoying the effort. She bit her lower lip and played with herself while she waited for the next picture to load. Someone had asked for a facial, and she was hoping to see the result. Her breathing was quick and shallow as she enjoyed the feeling building between her legs.
"You really need a better antivirus," a gruff voice whispered through her speakers.
Zoey looked at her computer screen, confused. Was there a pop-up ad playing somewhere?
"Yes, you. Having fun playing with yourself, Zoey?"
Zoey gasped. She shut her legs instinctively, covering her breasts with her arm.
"No, no. That won't do, slut. Show me your pussy again. I'm watching through your webcam."
Zoey lunged forward, covering her webcam with her hand. Fear started seeping in. Was this a trick? Had he really seen her? If so, what-
"You left your Facebook logged in, and the password stored on your computer. I have access now. If you don't sit back and spread your pussy again, these pictures are going to everyone you know."
Pictures started to pop up on Zoey's screen. Pictures of her. Masturbating. Taken just moments ago. She was really enjoying herself then, whereas now she was panicking. Her Facebook page opened up, and a message started to compose in front of her, addressing itself to everyone, and attaching the pictures. Zoey tried to close what she saw, but quickly found out she had no control of her mouse or keyboard.
"You have five seconds to sit back and spread your legs, or I click send. 5... 4... 3... 2..."
Zoey bolted back in her chair, her legs spread apart. Her eyes were as wide as golf balls.
"At-a girl. Now, you're going to put on a show for me, or I'll make good on my promise. I wonder what your parents would think when they saw these."
Letting her gaze wander slightly, Zoey began to think of shutting down the power to the computer. The stranger ordering her seemed to read her mind.
"Don't bother turning off your computer. I told you, I now have your Facebook password, and these pictures are on my computer as well. If your computer goes down, the pictures go out."
Zoey looked back at the screen. She mouthed the words 'what do you want?'
"I turned on your microphone as well. You can speak."
"Oh, uh..." Zoey mumbled. She swallowed. "W-what do you want?"
"To make you into my slut. You wanted to be blackmailed, so you want to be my slut as well."
Zoey's heart sank a little. She knew she was fucked. 'That stupid fucking link...' she thought.
"Take your left hand, and spread your pussy lips for me."
Zoey did as commanded. Her index and middle finger each pushed a lip aside, showing the pink bits and the hole in the middle. Her pussy glistened slightly from her previous wetness.
"Good slave. Now keep it like that until I say. Put your right middle finger in your mouth and suck it until it's good and wet. And keep looking at the camera."
'He must want to picture me giving a blowjob,' Zoey though, her finger sliding into her mouth. She'd given head enough times in the past to know how to produce a lot of saliva, not like that was any challenge, even for an amateur.
"Now use that finger to fuck your asshole."
"What?! No, I..." Zoey stammered. "I've never had anything in my ass."
"And I don't give a fuck. Finger your asshole or I send your pictures. Five seconds. 5... 4... 3..."
Zoey popped her finger out of her mouth. She slid it up her ass with a gasp. Zoey lowered her eyes in shame.
"I didn't say put it in there. I said fuck your asshole with your finger. Now start."
Zoey obeyed. She started to slide her finger in and out of her ass.
"I never said to stop looking at me."
Zoey's eyes shot back up at the webcam. She fingered her tight asshole while she looked at it.
"Are you a good little slut?"
"Wh... what?" Zoey stuttered out.
"I said, are you a good little slut?"
"I... I..." Zoey was at a loss for words.
"The correct answer is 'Yes.' Are you a good little slut?"
"Oh... uh, yes."
"Then tell me."
Zoey continued to spread her pussy with one hand. Her other worked her virgin asshole. "What?" she replied.
"Tell me that you're a slut."
"I..."
Zoey felt her pussy get wet.
"I'm a slut." she continued.
"You'll have to do better than that. That's not enough to please me, and you know what will happen if I'm not please."
"No! I.." Zoey swallowed. "I'm a dirty fucking slut. I'm a cum dumster. I'm a fuck toy."
"Now use your left hand to play with your clit while you finger fuck your ass, and tell me how much you love it up there."
Zoey let out a small whimper when her fingers moved to her clit. She began to rub in small circular motions, her breaths coming a little quicker. She had been close to cumming earlier when she was interrupted, and she quickly found an orgasm building again.
"I... I love fingering my ass. I'm an anal slut." Zoey started to moan softly.
"And do you want to get fucked in your ass?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Say it, slut."
"I wanna get fucked in the ass. I wanna feel a cock up my asshole."
"Good slave," the voice replied. "But we're not done tonight until you cum while you finger your ass. You wanna cum, slut?"
"Yes!" Zoey replied honestly. She was increasing her pace, and began to bite her lower lip. Zoey felt so slutty, allowing an unknown stranger watch her, legs spread, finger fucking her asshole for the first time, while she played with her pussy. 'No,' thought Zoey, 'I'm not allowing him. He's making me do this. I can't stop if I wanted to. He controls me.' The thought made her pussy start to tense.
"You have to keep going, but you aren't allowed to cum until I say. You cum early, I send off your pictures."
Zoey started to slow down her pace, but was quickly corrected.
"Faster, slut. Don't you dare fucking slow down."
Zoey bit down harder on her lip. Knowing she wasn't allowed to cum made her want to cum all the much more. Her clit started to tingle, and she wasn't sure she would be able to prevent herself.
"Now beg for me, slut. Beg to cum."
"Yes. Please! Please let me cum." Zoey pleaded to the camera. Her pussy was wetter than ever, and she wanted something inside it, but the thought made her get closer to cumming. She quickly tried to think of other things, of the finger in her asshole, fucking her asshole. The thought of this man ordering her to fuck her asshole. The thought of him making her spread it for him, of him fucking her tight virgin ass while she had no way of stopping him...
"Beg better than that, slut."
"Oh god, please! Make me take your cock up my ass. Please!" Zoey thought of this stranger fucking her ass, holding her hands behind her. She would beg him to stop, but he would just say no and continue doing whatever he wanted. She would be his anal fuck toy. Her pussy started to twitch, and she knew she was going to cum.
"Please!" Zoey begged. "Please let me cum for you!"
"You may cum" the stranger whispered.
Zoey exploded. Her ass gripped her finger tight. Her pussy squeezed and pulsed. Her toes curled and her head tilted back in bliss. Zoey could feel her orgasm throughout her body, her arms squeezing in on her sides, her legs squeezing together. She felt used, she felt like a slut, like a fuck doll for someone else's sick pleasure, and it made her cum all the much harder. Her body tilted to the side, and she could only think about her orgasmic bliss. Zoey let out a small whimper of pleasure.
"You like that, slave?"
Zoey's eyes were shut, her finger still in her ass, her left hand pressing against her pussy. She gave a quick nod.
"Good. You should know I recorded it. Cancel any plans you have for tomorrow and be at your computer, because I'm not done with you yet."
"Wha?..." Zoey opened one eye.
Only silence greeted her.
"Hello?"
Zoey no longer felt watched and controlled. But she knew it wasn't the end of that. She wondered what was going to happen tomorrow.
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Ryan and Zoey recently moved in together. They've been dating for the last two years. They want to get married eventually, but thought it would be more cost effective if they lived together first. Zoey was always at Ryan's apartment anyway, so they found a new apartment and are living there now.
Ryan and Zoey have sex every day. Ryan's sex drive is very strong, and he likes to experiment with Zoey. Ryan bought a book about Kama Sutra positions that he likes to try. Ryan loves to experiment and has fucked Zoey's asshole. That took a little work and a lot of convincing, but with lots of love and care, Zoey could relax enough and enjoy getting fucked in her asshole.
Lately, Ryan would love to see another man fuck his girlfriend. He's fascinated with monster cocks and would enjoy seeing his petite lover get fucked by a black man with a monster cock. Ryan watches a lot of porn about this subject. It really makes him come a lot, when the women finally have the whole cock up their snatches. He wants to see his lover get the fucking of her life. These lustful thoughts keep Ryan hard.
He would like to be involved while she's getting fucked. Either by holding his girlfriend and kissing her neck or whispering sweet nothings into her ear while the other guy fucks her pussy and ass. He wants to see the monster cock going in and out of his princess. The thought of her getting fucked liked a whore is very appealing to Ryan.
Ryan told his girlfriend many times that her fucking a black man is very exciting to him. Zoey and Ryan are white and Zoey has never been with a black man before. All the white guys she has ever fucked have never had a monster cock. Everybody knows that black men have big cocks. The saying is "Once you go black, you never go back." Ryan has no idea if that is true. None of his girlfriends had ever fucked a black man before. Ryan was hoping if Zoey ever agreed to it, that their black man would be enormous.
He imagines Zoey wearing sexy lingerie that he likes. She would greet her lover at the door and passionately kiss him. His hands would feel her body and they would make small talk. Perhaps, Ryan would bring them each a drink while they talk about their night together.
Maybe Zoey and the man would be on the couch and he'd be stroking her leg while Ryan whispers sexy thoughts into her ear. His girlfriend's pussy would be wetting up nicely in her panties. Ryan fantasizes about this dream often. It's makes him horny and hot thinking about all the possibilities.
Ryan masturbates about this fantasy all the time. He's constantly watching porn with a black guy and a white girl. The idea has been consuming him lately and is constantly pestering his girlfriend about it. He's very close in convincing her to do this for him. Ryan is sure that Zoey will do this with him. She too loves sex and loves trying new things. This will be quite beneficial to her as well. Ryan has an average sized cock. Ryan wants his girlfriend to enjoy a monster cock. He salivates thinking about her getting fucked by a hot, hard and hung black guy.
**
Zoey woke up early and made breakfast for Ryan. Today was his thirtieth birthday and she had the biggest surprise for him. First, she needed to get his breakfast made and then she'd bring it up to him. She made a cheese omelet, bacon, sausage and coffee. She covered the food and put it onto a snack tray with Ryan's card and a flower in a vase. She was already wearing a black sexy bra, black panties, garter, nude hold up stockings and heels.
She walked into the bedroom and put the food on the dresser. She climbed on top of her boyfriend and gave him a birthday kiss.
"Happy Birthday!"
"Don't you look wonderful. Give me a kiss."
Zoey kissed her boyfriend passionately. He sat up and played with her breasts that were nicely put into her black bra. He pulled the straps down and took her breasts out. He squeezed her beautiful tits together and put his hands on her beautiful ass that had on his favorite lace panties.
"Take your bra and panties off! Daddy wants to lick your pussy."
"Okay."
When Ryan would fuck Zoey, he called himself daddy. It really turned him on. Zoey stood up and removed her lingerie, but left on her stockings and heels. She climbed on top of the bed and squatted down so he could lick her pussy. She rode his face and smothered her pussy all over his face. Ryan was licking and sucking on her bald cunt. She moaned out while he ate her pussy.
Zoey was pulling at her nipples and was squeezing her tits together while riding her lovers face. He pushed his tongue deep inside her pussy and tongue fucked her into orgasm. She moved down and kissed him on his mouth. Their tongues danced in each other's mouth.
"Sit on my cock! Daddy, wants to fuck his girl!"
"Yes, daddy!"
Zoey climbed on top of Ryan's cock. She eased his cock into her pussy. Once he was deep inside of her cunt, she rocked and moved on his cock. Ryan sat up to play with her huge jugs. He loved her breasts and squeezed them at her nipples. This always excited her and the more he pinched them the more her pussy dripped.
She was riding him hard and her pussy was a drippy mess. He held onto her ass and bucked into her cunt hard. He screamed and blasted her pussy with his come. She screamed and came with him. She fell and they kissed passionately. Zoey tasted her pussy on Ryan's mouth. Ryan pushed his finger up her ass while they were on the bed. His cock was deep inside her. Her pussy was filled to the brim with his come.
"That was fucking amazing!"
"I made breakfast. I also have a surprise for you."
Zoey stood up and put her panties back on. They were black and Ryan enjoyed when he came for her to wear her panties all day with his cum in them. He enjoyed the black chalk marks that she'd leave on them. It was a gift for him to enjoy later when they'd have sex again. It was just a little something extra to enjoy.
Zoey got the food on the tray and brought it over to Ryan. She uncovered the meal and smiled at her boyfriend. She fed Ryan his breakfast and then handed him his birthday card.
"What's this baby?"
"It's your card and your gift."
Ryan opened the card and a picture slipped out. It was a picture of a black guy. He was very handsome Ryan thought.
"What's this baby?"
"That's Marvin. I've agreed to have sex with him. He's got a ten-inch dick and he's going to come over tonight and fuck me. Happy birthday, Ryan!"
"Hot damn! Who's Marvin?"
"He's actually my trainer at the gym. He's got a little crush on me. I told him about your fantasy, and he's agreed to fuck me. Are you excited?"
"Fuck yes! I can't wait to see my girl taking a black cock up her tiny hole. How exciting. Baby, you're the best."
Ryan had a grin on his face. Zoey continued to feed her boyfriend. Ryan had a weird look on his face. Zoey imagined he was thinking about tonight. Zoey wanted to please her boyfriend.
"Later, I want to be right with you while he fucks you. I want you to lay back on the couch or the bed while I play with your breasts. I want to kiss your neck and nibble on your ears while he fucks you. I want to see him fucking my girl. It will be fucking hot for sure! You're so fucking sexy. What a gift to give me. Baby, I'm hard again thinking about later. You'll wear your panties. I'll lick them while you get fucked hard. Come over here and suck my cock. Fucking hell, this will be the best birthday present ever."
Zoey cleared the tray and her boyfriend sat on the edge of the bed. Zoey got on her knees and opened her mouth wide. She pushed Ryan's cock into her mouth and played with his balls. He played with her brown hair and watched her suck his dick.
Her cheeks were bulging, spit oozed down the corners of her mouth while she blew him. He loved watching her suck his cock. Ryan had an average sized cock and was looking forward to having his girlfriend getting pounded by a monster cock. He picked up her hair and watched her go to town on his dick. Zoey was a wonderful cock-sucker.
He fucked her mouth and then came down her throat. She swallowed it all down like a good girl.
"Baby that was hot. I need to shower and go to the office. Text me today pictures of your tits and pussy. I want to be all horned up when I get home. I can't wait to see my girl get her pussy and ass fucked. Daddy is so excited."
"I know. I'm just glad that Marvin agreed to do this. It's the least I can do. It's not every day when your boyfriend turns thirty."
"That's right. What will we do when you turn thirty? Maybe my girl can eat a little pussy that day. Daddy would like to see his baby eat cunt."
"Still years away. I bet by then you will think of something else."
"Come in the shower baby. Daddy wants to play with your tits. Come on!"
"Okay."
Ryan and Zoey walked to the bathroom and Ryan started the shower. Ryan pulled down her panties and they got into the shower together. Ryan loved Zoey's body. He sprayed her body with the shower head and then soaped her up with a washcloth. He massaged her tits with the soap. Zoey was moaning while he played with her chest. Her breasts were large and very sensitive.
When Ryan squeezed her nipples hard, he knew that would excite his girlfriend and make her come. Ryan loved to pleasure Zoey and get himself off in the process. Her breasts were full and cone shaped. Her nipples were pink and stiff. She had large areola's. Her breasts were really the thing that Ryan liked about her. Ryan loved to make her pussy cream. Lucky for Ryan, Zoey loved to have sex too. She's the only girl he ever dated, who has a strong appetite for sex like he does.
She washed Ryan's body and soaped up his dick. Ryan didn't have much more time to fool around with his girlfriend. She washed his body and they got out of the shower together.
"Don't forget to put on the panties again. I'll taste them later when you're getting fucked. I can't wait to see you later."
Ryan got dressed and left. Zoey went back to bed to take a nap. She was going to need her strength for later when Marvin would be fucking her.
**
Zoey slept most of the day away. She needed to snap some pictures of her pussy for Ryan. She grabbed her phone and took pictures of her pussy. She spread her lips wide and took a picture. She put her finger inside of her pussy and took another picture. She licked her nipples and snapped another picture. She sent the pictures to Ryan.
He texted back and said he couldn't wait to see her later when she got fucked by a black man. She hurried and got dressed. She needed to buy Ryan a birthday cake and stop off at the liquor store to pick up beer and wine. She also would buy a bottle of champagne for herself.
She knew that her boyfriend was excited for tonight to happen. Zoey was a bit turned on by it too. She had never had sex with a black man before and certainly never had sex with a man with a monster cock. She hoped that his cock wouldn't rip her tight little vagina apart. She wondered how it would feel to have a big cock up her asshole. The thought of it made her a bit wet. She was still wearing the panties from this morning. Ryan said he wanted to lick them when she was getting fucked by Marvin.
Zoey fingered herself a while. She was thinking about later when she'd have sex with Marvin. She played with her bald pussy lips and pushed her finger up inside of her cunt. She didn't play to long and came on her fingers. She licked her fingers of her sweet juices. She cleaned herself up and got dressed.
She ran out of her house and hopped into the car. She went to the liquor store and to the bakery. She hurried home and needed to get ready for their interesting night. Ryan had already said to keep the panties on, however, Marvin asked that she be in red. Zoey put on her red lingerie and would hand Ryan her black panties from before. She had to set up the night for Marvin. Tonight, it would be all about him.
Zoey showered and got herself made up. She put on the red lingerie. She rolled her thigh highs on to her legs and put on her pumps. She heard the door open downstairs. She grabbed her black panties from before and went to greet her boyfriend.
Zoey walked down the stairs and Ryan walked towards her with his mouth opened wide.
"Fuck, you look hot baby. Come and give daddy a kiss."
"Okay."
Zoey walked toward her boyfriend. She did a little twirl for him and kissed him on his lips.
"Baby, why are you in red? Daddy told you to wear the lingerie from before."
"Marvin said to wear red!"
"Okay, baby. Do you have the panties?"
"Yes. Here they are."
Ryan took the panties from her hand and put them under his nose. He sniffed her crotch and enjoyed her pussy scent. He licked the crotch of her panties.
"Tastes hot! Your pussy is so sweet tasting. Fuck baby!"
Let me go upstairs and get more comfortable. When will our guest be arriving?"
"He should be here soon."
Ryan ran upstairs and got himself more comfortable. Zoey poured her boyfriend a glass of wine and opened the champagne and poured herself a glass. She drank it fast and had another one quickly. She wanted to be a little tipsy when Marvin arrived.
"Baby, do you have my wine?"
"Yes. Here you go."
"I just can't believe how sexy you look. Your ass looks perfect in your thong. Fucking hell! I'd really like to fuck you myself. I'll enjoy watching you get fucked. You'll be a good girl for Marvin?"
"Yes, daddy."
Zoey and Ryan talked for a while and then the doorbell rang. Ryan went to door to meet Marvin.
"Come in. I'm Ryan."
"Nice to meet you."
Marvin walked into the room and Zoey went to greet him.
"You look great, Zoey."
"You do too."
Zoey went over by Marvin and gave him a hug and kiss. He held her close and pulled her into him. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths.
"You look beautiful."
"Would you like a drink?"
"We have beer and wine," Ryan said.
"Some wine would be great."
Ryan went into the kitchen to get Marvin his drink. Marvin and Zoey sat down on the couch.
"Here you go. So basically, I want you to fuck my wife. I want her to suck your cock, and you can fuck her ass and pussy. I will be involved only with her. You can come inside of her ass and pussy. I won't be joining the two of you together."
"Perfect."
Zoey moved closer to her husband who kissed her on her neck, while Marvin rubbed at her panties. He could feel that her pussy was hot and wet. He continued to rub her and pulled her panties off her legs. She opened her legs very wide and Marvin bent down to lick her pussy. He moved his tongue all over her cunt. She was moaning and groaning while Marvin pushed his tongue into her tight cunt. He was tongue fucking her with his mouth.
"Fuck baby! You're such a little whore. You're getting your snatch licked by a black guy. Fucking hell. Come for Marvin. Let him taste your wet peach. Fuck."
Marvin was fucking her pussy with his tongue. Ryan unhooked her bra and played with her breasts. He squeezed her tits and pulled on her nipples. This excited her and she screamed and came on Marvin's tongue.
"That was hot. Undress me!"
The couple stood up and Zoey took off Marvin's shirt. She unbuttoned each button and took his shirt off. She unbuckled his jeans and unzipped his pants. Marvin stepped out of his loafers and Zoey took off his boxers and pants. His enormous horse looking cock hung there. Even soft, he was enormous.
Zoey knelt in front of Ryan and moved her hand up and down his huge shaft. The more she played with it the bigger it got. Once he was hard, his cock stood at attention. It was the biggest dick she'd ever seen. She just opened her mouth and looked at it with a surprised look on.
"Holy shit. Your cock is huge. It's as big as my arm."
"It's all for you sweet girl. Now put it into your mouth."
Ryan was amazed by Marvin's cock. He couldn't believe how big it was. Zoey opened her mouth and pushed the bulbous head into her mouth. He was so thick and hard. She continued to push it down her mouth. She could only get so much inside of her mouth. She did gag, but continued to bring it down her mouth.
Ryan stood up and sat behind her. He played with her breasts while she sucked Marvin's gigantic cock. Ryan squeezed her breasts together and cupped them in his hands. Zoey was making all kinds of sucking noises while she tried to suck his cock. Her eyes began to tear while getting his enormous cock down her throat.
His cock was huge in her mouth. She would suck and then take it out of her mouth. She'd spit on it and go back to sucking it. Ryan was pinching her nipples hard. Zoey was so excited and let out a squirt. Her pussy juices dripped onto the floor while she was giving Marvin a blow job. Ryan continued to pull at her nipples. Zoey's cunt juices continued to drip out of her which excited both men.
"Bring her upstairs. I want you to fuck her now."
Ryan helped Zoey up and she and Marvin walked towards the bedroom. Ryan followed them. Marvin grabbed Zoey and held her tight. He shoved his tongue down her throat while he played with her wet pussy. She was very excited after giving him head.
"Get on your hands and knees. Face down, ass up!"
Zoey got in the middle of the bed. Marvin pulled her closed to him. He spat on his fingers and rubbed his spit all over her pussy. He slowly pushed his cock into her tight cunt. She was very small and his cock was gigantic. He pushed so slowly while her pussy opened up. Her cunt was very wet.
"Oh God! Your cock is big. Fucking hell!"
"You're so wet baby girl. Just relax."
Marvin fed more and more of his enormous cock into her small pussy. Once he was inside of her he began to ride her. Short strokes and then much longer ones. Her cunt felt so nice on his big dick. He grabbed her hips hard and fucked her harder each time. Her big tits were swaying from the left and to the right. Ryan was enjoying watching his baby girl get fucked. He loved seeing the monster cock going in and out of her small pussy.
"Zoey, you look so sexy, Ryan screamed. Fuck my wife faster and harder!"
"Your cock hurts so good! Oh God!"
Marvin was pumping his cock hard into her pussy. She was screaming in pain and in ecstasy. Ryan was standing and looking at Marvin drill into his wife. Her pussy juices were dripping down her legs. She was screaming and cursing and enjoying his enormous dick inside of her wet and smooth cunt.
"Fuck her ass. Oh yes!"
Marvin pulled out of her pussy and Ryan threw a bottle of lube his way. Marvin squeezed the solution into his palm and all over his cock and her asshole. Marvin slowly begin to enter her asshole. Her asshole was much tighter than her pussy. Marvin made grunting noises while he pushed himself into her asshole.
"Jesus! Go slow with that monster cock. Fuck!"
Marvin eased himself slowly inside of her anus. She felt her this enormous pole ripping her open. She grunted and screamed in pleasure and pain. Once he was far up inside, he slapped at her buttocks and fucked her hard. He'd pull himself in and out of her asshole. Ryan went over to the bed and played with her pussy while she got her asshole fucked. The room smelled of sweat and sex. Marvin was sweating, his girlfriend was screaming and her tits were swaying all over the place. Ryan was so turned on.
"Baby, you're so wet in your pussy. Fucking hell. Come for daddy!"
"Jesus, I'm going to come inside of your asshole. Fucking hell!"
Marvin blasted Zoey's ass with his come. He pulled out and looked at Ryan.
"Lick it up boy. You know you want too!"
Ryan looked at Zoey's asshole and he really wanted to lick her asshole but was afraid to lick Marvin's come. But, he was all horned up and wanting to fuck his girlfriend. He wasn't in this because he wanted Marvin's dick or his come. He just was really aroused and horny with the notion of his girlfriend getting fucked. Her asshole was dripping in his come.
"Zoey, suck my cock some more. Clean me up!"
Marvin got on the bed and Zoey got between his legs. She was on all fours. She licked Marvin's cock up his left side and then his right side. She slowly put his cock back down her throat. She gagged several times while giving him head.
Ryan got behind her and licked Marvin's come out of her asshole. He couldn't believe he was eating another guy's come. He took off his pants and slid his own cock up his girlfriend's asshole. He held her hips and fucked her hard. He pulled out of her asshole and went inside of her vagina. He thrust in and out of her wet pussy.
He let out a huge moan and filled his Zoey's cunt with his come.
"That was the best birthday gift ever. Thanks a lot Marvin for fucking my princess."
"It was fun. I best be going now. Everybody got up and Marvin got dressed and Ryan walked him out.
"Zoey is a great fuck! Thanks for letting me fuck her. I had a blast."
"I know. Thanks for everything."
The two man shook hands and Marvin left. Ryan grabbed the champagne and a few flutes and went back upstairs to where Zoey was.
"Baby, that was so fucking hot. You're such a good girl."
"My pussy is so stretched out. I'll need to soak for days."
The couple giggled and held each other tight. Ryan started a bath and brought his girlfriend into the bathroom. He was very excited and pleased that she fucked a black guy with a monster cock. He'd be thinking about this for a very long time. He was happy she finally did it.
He poured sweet pea bubbles into the bath. He blew up her bath pillow and put on soft music. He helped Zoey into the bath and told her to just relax. He poured her some champagne and washed her hair. He gave her a nice scalp massage and then rinsed it all out. He poured conditioner into her hair and really massaged it in. He wanted to please his girlfriend. She deserved to be pampered after what she had just did.
Zoey finished her champagne and he filled another glass. He washed her entire body and gave her a neck massage. When she was done soaking, he helped her out of the tub. He toweled her off and carried her into their bedroom. He put her down on the crisp sheets and passionately kissed her.
"Thank you baby for an incredible birthday. I love you so much!"
"I love you. I'm glad you enjoyed your birthday gift."
Ryan held his girlfriend and they fell asleep in each other's arms. Ryan was a very happy man. His girlfriend was happy that he was happy.
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<I>Here's another short story. As I've mentioned before, a longer work is being in production right now, it's maybe half done and will take me quite a bit longer to write. I'll try and continue these short stories to keep my 'at least once a week' postings.
Oh yeah, and as far as High School Love is concerned, I will probably not continue it. Frankly it wasn't that well received.
This particular story is a t-girl top story with a gen-girl. It's short and to the point. Hope you enjoy!
-f1dude_lotus</I>
Well here I am... I'm in my sophomore year in college and still looking for love. I guess I'm getting a little carried away, I'll introduce myself. Hi, my name's Zoey. I'm 19 years old and am attending an out of state college studying English. I stand at 5 feet 5 inches with just-past-my-shoulder length straight auburn hair. I don't really care for my body (but I guess who really does). My measurements are a small 32 A-cup breasts, 26, and 30 hips. I do like my legs though, slightly tan and completely smooth, I like to show off my legs when I can. Currently I'm not in a relationship, and to be honest, I've never really had that many. I'm a very shy girl. Don't get me wrong, I've had boyfriends but more often than not I've been dumped because I never put out. Most of my friends are girls, and I can't believe I'm admitting this, but I think I might like girls.
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I'm sitting in my dorm room doing some homework when I hear a knock on the door. "Just a minute!" I put my things down and hop up to get the door. "Hey Kim, what's up?" I ask.
"Oh nothing, just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out?"
"Oh, I'd love too, but I've got all this homework to deal with."
"Oh okay..." I watch as she turns around but pauses "wait, for which class?"
"English..." I say.
"Is that English with Professor Hadley?"
"Yeah, you've got him too?"
"I do, he's so cool!" Kim gushes.
"I know, I absolutely love his class!"
"So you working on the paper about lenses and stuff?"
"Yeah, I don't know if I'm getting it at all..." I say.
"Here let me take a look," she offers.
"Okay, cool, that'd be great!" Kim enters my room and she plops her rather cute butt on my bed.
"Okay Zoey, what seems to be the problem?" she asks. From here we talk about how lenses focus our arguments on a particular subject, but I'm not able to do that very effectively, or so I think. She explains to me what I'm doing right and wrong. We read and reread my paper countless times before we start getting into fits of giggles.
"Oh Zoey, you're ssssssooooo wrong! I do not think Shelly is that pretty!"
"Hold on Kim, we're getting way off topic," I giggle.
"Actually can you call me Kimi, I like that better," she asks.
"Okay Kimi, actually I like that better too," I giggle again. An awkward silence creeps up and we're sitting there on my bed looking at each other like, 'what's going to happen next?' I know I'm feeling some sexual energy from her and I have a feeling she's feeling the same. To break the silence I crawl over to her and part my lips. She doesn't hesitate at all and I feel her part my lips as well. To me it feels so weird kissing another girl. I've never done it up to this point in my lifetime, but it feels so right.
Before I know it, we're getting really hot and heavy. My top's off and hers is too. We caress each other's breasts and moan into each other's mouths. I'm on top of her while she holds me up and I make my way down her flat stomach. When I get to her belly button she stops me there and brings me back up so we can kiss again.
Locking lips feels amazing but she disappoints me when she pushes me onto my back. This time it's her turn to kiss down my breasts to my belly button. She goes a little further than I did and raises my shirt so she exposes my midriff. She kisses me there and it feels good, boyfriends are always too quick to get into the action, but Kimi's different, or maybe it's just being with a girl that's different.
She kisses my stomach and then returns to my mouth. We make out some more before she descends down my increasingly aroused body. She kisses her way down my breasts to my tummy and then waits over my shorts. Since I'm at home I tend to dress casually and have on a simple pair of short-shorts. Kimi looks up at me and smiles. I smile back as she bites at the elastic of my shorts and pulls them down with her teeth. My pink cotton panties show as she pulls my shorts to my ankles. I'm wet and my little kitten is waiting for her.
She looks back up to me and smiles again, I have a pleading look on my face as I watch her stick her tongue out and lick the soft fabric of my pink cotton panties. I shudder almost uncontrollably as she grazes my sensitive lips and clit. She smiles again and does it again. Again I shudder and moan out this time, it's just too much for me.
I grasp my bed sheets on either side of me when she teases me again. I almost yell out to eat me out but I hold back just enough to watch her grasp my panties and pull them down. The cool air on my glistening kitten feels refreshing and I shudder again when her finger grazes over my waiting lips. In my mind I keep telling myself, 'she's so good.' I watch her head in between my legs and can only feel what she's doing now. I let my head rest on the pillow and close my eyes savoring the amazing sensations she's bringing me.
I feel her warm tongue teasingly circle around my lips, never touching my clit. I shudder and moan each time she passes nearby until she plants a soft soothing kiss on my little button. I yelp out like a little girl and she doesn't hesitate any longer. She devours my little clit and I'm soon on the brink of release.
Moaning out her name, "Oh Kimi!!!!" I nearly climax but she pulls away. I pout and look down at her. She has this evil looking grin on her face as she raises and puts her legs on either side of mine. I look to her crotch to see if she's wet but a rather odd looking bulge is there instead. I look back up to Kimi's face and she still has that evil smirk, "Wait? What!?" I ask. She only smiles and grasps her own shorts. From the looks of it she grasps her panties as well, because the next thing I know her crotch is completely bare and her cock springs out. I haven't seen too many cocks in my life so seeing hers is shocking to say the least. She's certainly a decent size and leaking precum from her slit. Her cock actually looks right on her body, it's weird to say but she looks incredible like that. Maybe it's the fact that she has me all worked up, but I really want her cock now. I begin to raise myself but she stops me and presses me back down, "No." is all she says. I pout playfully but soon I change to a look of fright and am scared when she aggressively takes my legs in one hand, grasping my ankles, and raising them high in the air. My butt is to her and my still innocent kitten is dripping with anticipation. As I mentioned at the beginning, I'm still a virgin and here Kimi is ready for me.
I know what she's about to do so plead to her to be gentle. She again smirks and I feel afraid. Not a moment later she's pressing her cock to my lips. I want her but I know it will hurt. She lets me feel her warm meat for a second before taking the plunge. I scream out as she breaks my virgin pussy. It feels like she's pushing a train through me and I cry in pain. I soon feel she's in me as deep as she can go. We're in missionary and she's close to me, above me and smirking again.
"Mmm, that's my good girl," she says. I'm still crying as the pain is so intense. She waits for me to calm but I don't, it hurts so bad. She seems to lose patience and pulls out of me quickly before plunging back into me. From there Kimi plows into me without a care to how I feel. The pain finally lessens but I feel like I'm being used. She grunts and groans with each of her thrusts while I do the same. The pain subsides after a while and her cock tickles my insides and I begin to enjoy what she's doing to me. I feel so many mixed emotions and have a hard time figuring out what's going on.
I think she notices me warming up to her and places her hand just above my special button. I look down to see her press on my abdomen and see that her hand gets dangerously close to my clit. With each thrust her hand gets closer and closer until I feel her warm soft hand over my clit. I take in a sharp breath when she flicks a finger across my sensitive little girl and uncontrollably moan out.
I can see she's sweating from her efforts and now just realize I am too, my breasts jiggle along with hers and my arousal continues to rise again. Looking up to her, she smiles down at me, almost lovingly. "See I knew you'd eventually enjoy this," she says. I really can't say anything because her thumb strokes my clit; all I can do is lie there and moan.
I lie there taking her before I realize something else. I just realize now how I've been trying to fight against what she's doing. My body is tense and I've been clenching the bed sheets the entire time. I try and relax and let my body take Kimi's cock.
The next thing I know is the amazing fullness I feel inside my body. Her cock stretches the walls of my womanhood. Beginning to relax has me in an almost euphoric state. I feel this deep pressure inside me building with each of Kimi's plunging thrusts. Her thumb caressing my clitoris coupled with her cock makes my life nearly unbearable.
Moans escape my mouth wildly as her body sends massive waves of pleasure through me. I can't hold on much longer and grip the bed sheets with all the strength I can muster. I look up into Kimi's eyes and she has a look of complete determination, it almost looks like she's in pain or discomfort.
All of a sudden she leans down and puts her arms on both sides of me. I'm not sure what to expect but I soon see that she's using that for more leverage because she plows into me with all of her strength. I whimper quietly when her vigor is renewed. She soon starts to grunt with each of her thrusts and I moan with her.
Her increase in urgency is just too much for me and my body does something I've never experienced before. It starts at the pit of my stomach and spreads quickly through my entire body. This magnificent tingling sensation breaks into a massive set of waves of pleasure. Involuntarily I jolt upwards on the bed and scream out obscenities to Kimi, "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH FUCK YES!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK!! FUCK!!!!! FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!!!" Wave after wave after wave of orgasm courses through my body making me nearly incomprehensible and delirious.
An interruption from Kimi takes me away from my pleasures as I hear her own groans of satisfaction. I see her twist her face in anguish as she pulls out of me and grabs hold of herself. I can barely watch as my orgasm controls my every action, but I see just enough to know that she's feverishly stroking herself. In just a few more moments I hear her groan one last time and I feel this warm wetness drip onto my body. At first there are a few drips but I soon feel long strands covering my body until she's spent. She sighs one last time as do I when I finish as well.
She lowers herself onto me and we cuddle for a moment before she plants a kiss on my waiting lips. Pulling away, "that was great!" she whispers.
"I know..." we fall asleep in each others' arms as my English paper beckons me to write...
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<i>Of course, all characters are of age of consent etc, etc.
Special thanks to my friend and edit support literot for the constant pressure to tell my story.</i>
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From Zoey's eyes.
My name is Zoey and I want to share my story with you.
About me? Well I think I'm fairly average: slim, 5' 5", smallish boobs (perky C's), fairly fit and athletic.
That's about it ... oh, and I'm a nerdy geeky scientist too (yeah, white coat and all!)
The other thing you need to be clear about is that I'm totally, 100% straight! Not even a tiny bit curious...
It was a Friday night and I was reluctantly going out with a bunch of friends for a girl's birthday. We often went out together and the nights always end up the same ... meet at a bar, have some food, get drunk and go dancing then end up picking up some guy and having disappointing drunken sex. The last bit was the reluctance that I felt that evening. I was just a bit fed up with it.
That evening, we were going to meet up with some other girls that I didn't know. I'm not so good at these situations and I tend to go a bit quiet. My friends and I were at the bar chatting and laughing when the other five girls joined us. They all looked dressed to kill, and I learned that two of them worked in the fashion industry (whatever that meant). Across the table from me was the most interesting girl named Fiona. She had striking deep eyes, was quiet, but soon enough we started to chat. I was drawn in, the chitter chatter of the other girls receding into the background. We talked about all sorts, the topics just flowing from one thing to another. I couldn't remember ever having had a conversation like that, or one as natural. I liked her a lot, and hoped she felt the same. I remember thinking that we could be good friends.
After we had eaten, everyone was well oiled and ready to go to a club on the pull. I was thinking about ducking out saying I didn't feel so good. Fiona felt much the same and suggested we stayed and let the others go on.
We were there until the bar closed and the time flew by. It was one of my most enjoyable Friday nights ever. We shared a taxi even though she lived miles away from me and it was nice to have some company. We made rough plans to meet up for lunch on Sunday. Great!
I spent Saturday with the worst hangover in history so it was a bit of a washout ... I'm never drinking again (until Friday)!
As lunchtime on Sunday rolled round, I felt really nervous. What if we got on because we were just drunk, or if we had nothing left to talk about?
Of course, I shouldn't have been stressed out about this sort of thing; we met, had lunch, chatted constantly, and then went and sat in Christchurch meadow. It was great. I had made a new friend and we were getting on really well. Perfect.
Things continued like this for a while; we got to know each other better and had a lot of fun times. One day I was at her amazing house for lunch and she was rather quiet (very unusual for her), with a serious look on her face. She told me that she was gay and that she should have told me earlier and was sorry to keep it from me. She also hoped that it wouldn't affect our friendship.
I told her that I already knew as one of her friends had told me on that first night when we met and stayed behind together. Why should it matter? Things quickly went back to normal except we were seeing more of each other and calling in the evenings.
One night, sitting in bed, I had spoken to her on the phone. It was a fairly random conversation but I went to sleep very happy only to be woken up a few hours later from the most erotic dream I have ever had. It was about me and Fiona ... it felt so very real, and I think I woke because I was having an orgasm! My knickers were super wet and sticky and I had to change them, but I was floating on cloud nine in post-orgasmic bliss. I wanted to masturbate but it felt weird after my dream, and I didn't want to betray her in that way. It felt wrong somehow.
This dream-scene replayed over and over for the next few days and I often found myself with a small damp patch afterwards.
I tried masturbating in the evenings telling myself that it was because I hadn't had sex for quite a while. No unsatisfactory one-night stands, and certainly no relationships. I hadn't met a relationship type of guy in absolute ages as most of the guys seemed to be total wankers!
Anyway, needs must, and so I masturbated but couldn't help but think of Fiona just as I was on the verge of cumming ... wow, explosive would be an understatement ... I had never cum so hard by myself, and certainly no man had ever done that to me.
I felt guilty, but not enough to stop. If thinking about a girl (it only really worked with Fiona) was going to give me massive orgasms, I was going to keep doing it, and how! It became my nighty ritual; we usually called before bed, just for a chat, to see how our day had gone. I was always looking forward to some pussy action after her call ... Jesus, what was happening to me? I didn't really fancy her or anything; she was just good fantasy material. I actually started masturbating during one of these calls but had to stop as it nearly made me cum instantly. This was getting out of control.
A few weeks went by. I was taking more risks with fantasies of sex and Fiona. I had gone out with the usual friends and picked up a guy I knew (he liked to call us fuck-buddies even though we weren't!) just to see if it took my mind off Fiona. It didn't work. All I could think about whilst fucking, was her. This was not a good sign. I'm straight. I don't want a hot lesbian relationship with my best friend (although it didn't sound all that bad). Maybe, just maybe, had I become slightly curious?
The answer came a week later. We went out together for swanky dinner and drinks, both getting fairly drunk on champagne, nice wine and a couple of cocktails. I was staying over at her house which had become common as I lived miles away (I had my own room with an en suite and even some of my clothes). We got back to her place and had another drink. While she was making it, I got close to her and kissed her! She kissed me back but then froze.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
"Make love to me Fiona, I want you ..." I moaned in reply.
Fiona looked at me; lust filled her eyes and she said, "Not when you're like this; ask me again when you're sober. Think it all through first. I don't want to take advantage of you and ruin our valued friendship. We are friends first."
So I kissed her and that's the last I remembered of that evening.
I was woken up in the morning by the sunlight streaming through the window because of the open curtains, burning my retinas right through my eyelids. My god did I feel rubbish. How much did I drink? I don't even remember getting home, I mean to Fiona's. This was usually a bad sign or a goodnight out. I was very uncomfortable so I looked down at my half-dressed form.
Okay, so I had attempted to undress but only halfway. I had on one boot, my jeans and knickers pulled down to the top of it and all off one leg. My right arm was out of my top and bra, and my hair was still half tied up. I looked a mess and felt it too. I tried to stay in bed but could hear Fiona moving about downstairs (she never gets hung over!) I stumbled out of bed, removing the leftover clothes and climbed into the shower hoping that this would transform me.
I made my way into the kitchen where Fiona was fully dressed and looking immaculate. She seemed a little distant. I wondered where she was off too. She said good morning, kissed me on my cheek (normal behaviour) and said she was out all day and to let myself out whenever, and left ... something was up.
She never acts like this. Maybe she met someone last night. Something else was up too. My cheek, where Fiona had kissed me, was tingling and felt slightly odd yet familiar? My eyes grew wide as the memory from last night hit me like a steam train. Everything made total sense. Fiona was avoiding me because I kissed her and almost begged her for sex. Shit, I am such an idiot. Shit, fuck, arse. I had drunkenly let out my secret fantasies of late. What was I going to do?
I started writing a note explaining myself then screwed it up and threw it away opting for a simple 'sorry' (with a kiss) and then left for home to dwell on my stupidity, wondering if I had screwed my friendship with the coolest nicest person I had ever met. What a mess.
Just over a week had passed and I had not heard a word from Fiona. We usually talk daily which I was missing and now I was sure I had lost her. I really missed her and wanted to talk to see if I could help rectify my stupid mistake. After all, I was a straight girl and not at all interested in sleeping with her - wasn't I? Two girls together is just plain weird! Fantasies are just that. They don't mean anything, and they are usually just something that's out of reach.
I picked the phone up to call her but hesitated. I decided I should see her in person so I got into the car but hesitated again. What if she wasn't avoiding me but had met someone the other night and was busy fucking her brains out? No. She would have told me that. But what if I go over and this new girlfriend is there?
"Oh, shut the fuck up Zoey, you're cracking up!" I said aloud to myself. I started the car. She lived miles away from me but I didn't even notice the drive. I stopped at her door. She was out. She must have a new girl. Shit, fuck. While I was sitting in the car and wondering what to do, a shadowy figure came up the road. It was Fiona back from the local shop. Now I had to say something, but what? I opened the door and stood there like the idiot I was. Fiona looked at me quizzically then invited me in to 'talk'. Not good, not good at all.
We stood in her kitchen caressing cups of tea in silence, looking tentatively at each other hoping the other would open up some sort of dialogue. None came.
"Okay," I said eventually, "I know what I did was wrong on so many levels, but the alcohol just spoke for me, and it's not as if it's very likely to actually happen. I don't even think I want it to either. But I admit, only to you and maybe a bit to myself that it has piqued my interest and maybe into some sort of imaginary fantasy."
I don't know where all that came from. I hadn't admitted that I have a vague girl-girl interest to myself, let alone to her.
"So ... if I kissed you now, how would you react?" Fiona said quietly.
I was quiet too, fighting my feelings and emotions. Those words sounded quite beautiful and some weird part of me wanted nothing more.
She slowly took a step forward; she could see the resistance and desire on my face, as plain as day.
"No," I said, "I've never done this before. I have only just realised that I want to." This was another revelation to myself.
"Shh," Fiona said, moments before her super soft warm lips touched mine, so gently it was almost nothing but I felt as if I had been electrocuted. My body fired up and I responded, just pressing back slightly. What the hell was I doing? My body was screaming at me to run but I was not about to lose this feeling ... ever!
The kiss stopped and Fiona stayed close and looked directly into my eyes, searching for some kind of signal.
The signal I gave her was to close the distance and kiss her passionately. I was in conflict with my sensible rational mind, but my desire was, for the first time in my life, pouring out of my soul. This kiss was better than all the sex I'd ever had put together. It got better. Fiona responded by sliding her tongue across my lips, asking for entry. My mouth responded without thought. The best part was when her arms went around my neck and my arms wrapped around her waist. We were pressing together, like the lovers we now were and it felt wonderful and somehow so natural and even normal. I relaxed, but only a little.
We slowly made our way to the sofa nearby. I sat and Fiona straddled my lap. I had never even done this with a guy. I don't know why. It felt good, very good. No, it was great and sexy and passionate.
Despite the mental conflict, Fiona had lit a furnace in me. I had never known anything like it. I had thought that my rubbish sex-life and track record was my fault. I didn't know that passion could feel this good.
We kissed for what seemed like hours. Fiona brought me to new heights with every movement, caress and touch. Her mouth was so delicate, sweet and accurate. She knew exactly what I needed, and indeed what I wanted. She spent time kissing down my neck, over my shoulders, behind my ears. Everywhere I liked and some I didn't even know I liked. It was amazing. If my night had ended there, I would be on cloud nine. But my god, I hoped it wouldn't!
Things started heating up. Fiona dropped the shoulders on the cute dress that I was wearing, exposing my sweet but plain blue bra. She stopped and looked me in the eye.
"Is this what you want?"
"YES!" I exclaimed. "I've never wanted something more; it feels so good." I couldn't believe my own ears. Had I really said that?
My dress pooled at my waist, thankfully still covering my equally plain and not matching knickers, (I hadn't planned this). It was also a relief as the dress also covered what I was sure was the increasingly wet patch in the knickers.
The kisses moved down slowly over my shoulders, down my chest and soft, warm hands gently, sweetly caressed my breasts, softly, softly. My bra slipped off with ease, expertly undone with no fuss.
I felt Fiona's hot, wet tongue slide around my left breast, around the side, underneath over the top avoiding my nipple until at last she captured it in her mouth and gently suckled it. My god, I think I was on the verge of cumming then and there. What was this girl doing to me? My other breast was consumed shortly after and now it was my turn.
I wanted to do that too. I was still in the clumsy stage as sexually undressing a girl was a pretty new experience for me, but Fiona understood and helped me through. She guided my mouth with little gasps and moans while her hands were wrapped in my hair. I think sucking a large soft breast is possibly, no definitely, the sexiest thing ever. Fiona's boobs are the finest. People talk to them instead of her and they are the envy of everyone, man and woman. Large, firm and pert. And I was sucking on them! Me. The goody two-shoes straight girl!
I was so involved in kissing and sucking that I didn't realise my dress was now on the floor and I was on Fiona's sofa in just my plain black knickers, my plain black soaking knickers! Her hands were expertly stroking my inner thighs edging up slowly and back down again, agonisingly slowly. I had to make her move more quickly as I was rapidly getting to the point of needing some release. I needed touching but she didn't rush, teasing me to the last.
Finally, gently, she stroked me up across my pussy and over my knickers. Again and again. Slowly. Gently. Over and over while the sexy smile on her face told me that she knew what effect this was having on me. I would beg if needed.
"Touch me. Please, please touch my pussy!" I cried out. This had the desired effect (I made a mental note). My knickers were removed expertly and quickly and replaced, much to my surprise and delight, with that soft warm tongue that had pleasured my nipples earlier. It was exquisite. It was nothing like I had ever felt before. Of course I had been given oral pleasure, but usually grudgingly and only as a means to an end.
This was totally different.
She swirled her tongue up and over my clit, flicking across it, over the top and slowly down through my folds, softly, slowly and expertly bringing me to the edge again and again just holding me off until I felt a finger (or two) slide in and with circular tongue motions around my clit.
"HOLY FUCK! OH,OH OH DONT STOP, OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH JESUS, OH GOD OH OH OH AAARRRRGGGHHHHH!"
My body convulsed and thrashed around the tongue that slowed but didn't stop. The fingers still moved gently in and out. Peace descended, but briefly. Fiona then curled her fingers up and gently massaged my g-spot whilst swiping her tongue once again across my clit in a different motion this time, and I instantly exploded again. This was the most unbelievable day in my life. What had I been missing?
The next few minutes (or hours I have no idea) were calm and gentle, soft kisses, no urgency just bliss (from my perspective anyway). I wanted to make Fiona feel this good but the nerves kicked and I realised that I didn't know the first thing about what to do, clearly forgetting that she had the same parts as me so I should know my way around them and I could start with what turned me on.
Thankfully, Fiona saw the look of what must have been horror on my face and smiled kindly. She brought herself up and straddled my torso and over my breasts. I could see her beautiful, swollen wet pussy, and I was in awe. Slowly, she started stroking across it, giving out soft moans as she slid a finger in and it gave the most satisfying squelch. I watched breathlessly as she masturbated and rubbed, leaving sticky, slick patches over my breasts. It felt wonderful and very sexy if a little selfish. I gathered my courage and slipped my hands onto her gorgeous arse and pulled her up over my face.
I was now staring into her pussy at point blank range. By this point I was delirious with oxytocin and endorphins so I just dived right in and licked and sucked and slurped as if my life depended on it. I imagine it was very amateurish but it seemed to do the job as Fiona screamed and came hard collapsing over me. Slowly she caught her breath and slipped down to my level looking into my eyes and kissed me gently.
We spent a long time kissing and stroking until eventually sleep claimed us.
What would become of me in the morning? Was I no longer curious? Was I even straight? Surely this would question my very being, or was it just a one-off 'incident'?
I really hoped not!
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Marie stalked towards Zoey. She was secured to the spanking bench with soft black leather cuffs attached to smooth silver chains that looped around the legs of the bench. Her breast dangled with her pierced nipples sporting hoops through them that had additional weights clipped on them pulling them as she panted both excited and nervous as she waited to see what her Mistress had in store for her.
Zoey's legs were spread wide making her feel vulnerable and giving an excellent view of her pussy and the bejeweled anal plug she had been sporting since Ms. Marie had woke her that morning fucking it into her tight virgin ass while licking her pussy until she climaxed.
Zoey's pussy was visibly slick as she waited in expectation clearly excited about the upcoming punishment.
Ms. Marie ran her hand along Zoey's spine and along her plump ass giving a it a quick squeeze before delivering a sharp slap that left a faint rosy hue to the pale skin of her bottom.
"My princess has been a very naughty girl today hasn't she?" Ms. Marie drawled, quickly delivering a second slap to Zoey's other cheek.
"Yes Ms. Marie. Please punish your little princess slut." Zoey panted.
"Tell me Zoey why are you being punished today? Hmmmm? What did you do without my permission, hmmm?" Ms. Marie's deceptively soft voice asked.
"I was playing with my pussy without permission Ms. Marie. I'm sorry! It was so wet and you were working and I just couldn't help it!" Zoey panted out quickly her breathing labored.
"Well little miss Zoey you will get ten lashes with the belt for your lack of self control." Ms. Marie went to the rack and carefully selected a wide red belt that was stiff yet smooth as suede.
As she approached Zoey and the bench she stated "You will count and thank me for each lash. Do you understand Zoey?"
"Yes, Ms. Marie." She whimpered.
The first strike of the belt came suddenly and landed with a crack. "One, thank you Ms. Marie." She whined. The next two hits came rapidly back to back.
"Two, three, thank you Ms. Marie." She panted out her chest heaving the weights swinging from her abused nipples adding to the punishment of the lashes. Ms. Marie's soft hands rubbed her stinging bottom lovingly before the delivering the next stinging blow to Zoey's delicious bottom.
"Four, thank you Ms. Marie" Zoey cried out tears beginning to streak down her face into her hair even as her pussy creamed from the stinging bite of the belt. While it hurt the stinging pain warmed her bottom and made desire curl in her gut, her pussy was weeping with rivulets of her juices now trailing down her legs. Zoey loved being at her Mistress's mercy.
The process continued with altering stings and soothing rubs until the final slap of the belt was delivered. Zoey was on the edge of climax from the stimulation of the belt and the weights on her nipples. "Ten, thank you Ms. Marie." She cried out.
Ms. Marie poured oil over Zoey's sore bottom admiring her handy work while rubbing the red stripes that now decorated Zoey's bottom. She began playing with the plug in Zoey's ass.
"Princess I believe I have better plans for your ass now." Ms. Marie stated as she tugged on the plug pulling it free of Zoey's bottom while pouring more oil own the crack of her ass and working it into the now achingly empty hole, stuffing Zoey's ass with first one finger, then gradually working the second into her.
She bent down and began to lick Zoey's tight little pussy as she continued to screw her fingers into her princesses virgin asshole finally working up to getting three fingers into the hole as Zoey panted and groaned through the burning sensation of her little asshole being stretched and tried to relax her clenching rosebud around her mistresses screwing and fucking fingers getting closer and closer to climax by the second.
Suddenly before Zoey could cum Ms. Marie pulled her fingers free and stood walking over to the toy chest carefully selecting a rather large strap on dildo and attaching it to the harness she wore with her bustier strolling back to Zoey and standing before her she took Zoey's head by the hair an directed her mouth to the large pink dildo. "My princess needs to suck my cock and get it all wet." She said as she force fed the large dildo into her waiting mouth working it in gradually deeper and deeper with each thrust pushing against her clit while Zoey was drooling around the cock as she deep throated it gagging and sputtering as her mistress fucked her mouth without mercy.
Finally Ms. Marie pulled the cock free and moved behind Zoey taking her hip in one hand and feeding the big cock into Zoey's tight pussy, her pussy lips spread and stretching to the max.
"Oh! Mistress please!" Zoey cried out her pussy clenching around the big cock trying to suck it into herself. She was so wet the cock slid in smoothly bottoming out with a few inches to spare.
"Princess I love seeing you spread open by my cock, your going to take it all tonight. " Ms. Marie ground out as she pushed her cock farther into Zoey's tight little hole.
"Then we'll see just what this pretty ass can take Zoey." She continued to pull out and refeed the cock into Zoey's pussy setting a steady pace that sent her breast swinging, the weights pulling sending Zoey into a mindless state on the brink of an orgasm yet never letting her tumble over the peak.
She pulled the cock that was now drenched in Zoey's juices free and lined it up with her rosebud and began pushing it into her tight little asshole one centimeter at a time.
"Umm, such a tight ass Zoey I'm going to ream that little asshole with my big dick." Mistress groaned the resistance adding even more pressure to her clit as she worked the giant dick into her little princess slut.
Once it was all the was in she paused rubbing Zoey's ass cheeks. "That's so hot baby I love seeing your tight ass split by my giant cock!" she moaned as she pressed her hips further into Zoey's plump little ass. When she let up she really started moving fucking her princess hard her thighs slapping into Zoey's ass with each hard thrust causing her ass to jiggle and her breast to swing and shake.
After several minutes she was pounding out a steady pace. "Please mistress may I cum?" Zoey whined out between moans and squeals of delight.
Marie reached around her grabbing her breasts an squeezing as she kept pounding into her from behind. She could tell by the high pitched squeals Zoey was emitting she wouldn't last much longer even without permission.
"Okay princess, cum like a good little slut for me!" Ms. Marie moaned out as she kept up the brutal pace, Zoey's long moan of relief as her climax took her triggering her own orgasm as she continued to grind against Zoey's bottom prolonging both of their orgasms.
As the tremors in Zoey's body faded Ms. Marie pulled her cock fee of her ass admiring the view of the gaping hole as it spasmed shut. She continued to rub and caress Zoey's body as she removed the weights from her breasts licking and sucking them gently pulling on the hoops before releasing them to remove the cuffs from her wrists and ankles rubbing her arms and legs to sooth any discomfort. Zoey clung to her as she helped her off of the bench and onto the platform bed brushing light kisses over her rounded five foot frame arousing her again.
Ms. Marie paused to remove her harness before climbing into the bed straddling Zoey's face. "Suck on my pussy Zoey, use your mouth and make me come." Marie demanded grinding her sloppy wet pussy in Zoey's face. The little redhead moaned into her mistresses snatch holding on to and squeezing her thighs as she rode her face to a quick climax.
"Mistress your cum tastes so good, please may I have some more?" Zoey begged as she robbed her face in her mistresses juices.
Marie leaned forward and beginning licking the little sluts slit, wrapping her arms around her and using her hands to tilt and spread the little redheads ass her trim little bush brushing Marie's chin as she ate herself and her princess to another intense orgasm.
Falling away finally exhausted Marie gathered her princess to her spooning her from behind. Ms. Marie continued caressing Zoey's breasts and kissing her neck and shoulder as she held her. "I love you" Zoey whispered.
"And I love you princess, from now on I expect you to come to me when you need to cum. Your pussy and ass belong to me, do you understand me Zoey?" Ms. Marie spoke softly yet firmly into Zoey's ear.
"Yes mistress, thank you mistress."
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It was Zoey's first year in the small town of Riverside, where she pursued engineering studies at Evergreen University. Her unique blend of intelligence, attractiveness and approachability made this beautiful, petite 19-year-old blonde one of the most popular girls on campus.
She somehow managed to find the time to study, go out with her friends, geek out on her computer, and date. Speaking of which, she had been seeing Ryan for a couple of months, and was very happy with how things were going with him ; she was even considering introducing him to her parents. She was lucky enough that in Evergreen, students all had individual bedrooms. She had no difficulty sneaking Ryan in her room whenever they wanted to have some alone time together.
One such time, they were both lying down on Zoey's bed. Ryan left her side to visit the bathroom, leaving his phone on the bedside table. Zoey had never had the curiosity to try to sneak into his phone behind his back, but when the device buzzed and the screen turned on, she couldn't help but glance at it. The notification read:
"Chloe - 2 new messages"
"Chloe?" she thought, "what the hell?"
While Zoey enjoyed a good relationship with most girls on campus, since the beginning of the year she and Chloe had never seen eye to eye, and often clashed when they had to spend time together. Ryan was well aware of their situation, and had always told Zoey that he himself didn't like her.
So these messages from Chloe seemed rather surprising. The young woman wanted to check them out, but she didn't know the code to unlock Ryan's phone. Before long, Ryan was back with her, and for the time being, she decided not to mention anything. He didn't check his phone right away, but when he eventually did, Zoey watched him with attention. She saw him smile a few moments after he unlocked his phone, presumably as he read the messages from Chloe.
The young woman still decided to not say anything yet. But in the next few days, she kept thinking about this, and began to notice some looks Ryan and Chloe exchanged when they passed each other in the halls. Becoming increasingly worried and suspicious, Zoey eventually decided to act.
She chose to put her hacking skills to good use, and inserted a spyware in an inconspicuous email she sent Ryan. Unbeknownst to the young man, Zoey had now full access to the data on his phone.
One evening, after the classes, Ryan was out with his friends. Zoey's gang asked her out, but she pretended she was feeling a little under the weather and preferred to take a rain check. As soon as she got into her room and locked the door, she opened her laptop and connected to the spyware in Ryan's phone, accessing the contents of its memory.
She went straight for his messages, and found the conversation with Chloe. She opened her eyes wide when she noticed it was several hundred messages long, practically the same as her own conversation history with Ryan! She began reading, and within seconds any remaining doubt evaporated: he was cheating on her with her rival.
When they were not simply sexting, Ryan and Chloe were setting up meetings in her room. "The bastard", she thought, realizing he would sneak into Chloe's bedroom the same way he did into hers. She filtered the messages for any media they might have sent each other, and surely enough, found that they had exchanged intimate pictures and even videos.
Furious, Zoey copied all of the incriminating evidence to her computer, and began reflecting on a course of action. Two things were certain: it was over between her and Ryan, and both he and Chloe were going to pay.
During the next day, Zoey stopped replying to Ryan's messages and refused to see him, leaving him wondering what was going on. She considered releasing the intimate pictures of both Ryan and Chloe to the whole campus, set them up against each other by making it look like one of them released pictures of the other. But instead, she decided it was better to hold onto them: the leverage those pictures would give her far outweighed the prejudice the two would suffer if she simply put everything online.
After two days of ghosting Ryan, Zoey sent him a text, inviting him to her room. The young man wondered what was up with her, and thought that maybe she had somehow found out about Chloe. Anxious, he sneaked into her room from the window, the same way he usually did. The look on Zoey's face left no room for doubt: she was pissed.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked.
"I know what's been going on with Chloe."
"What? Wh-what are you talking about, babe? There's nothing go... I don't even like her!"
"Yeah?" Zoey replied sarcastically.
She turned her laptop to him and woke it up. The monitor showed selfie of Ryan, naked and gripping his erection, accompanied by a text saying "thinkin of u... can't wait 4 tomorrow!".
"Tell me, Ryan," she said, "am I misinterpreting something here?"
Ryan suddenly found himself short of breath, almost trembling. There was no way out for him.
"I-I'm sorry, babe, I-"
"Don't fucking 'babe' me now, Ryan," she interrupted, pointing her finger at him.
The truth was, Zoey had no idea where she wanted to go with this. She had thought of several options, but seeing him in front of her, in her bedroom, after he had cheating on her with her rival for almost as long as they had been together, she was enraged. No punishment seemed sufficient.
Ryan was waiting for her to say something. He didn't know what to say to defend himself. And he knew he was at her mercy, if she wanted she could easily put this picture online and destroy him. He knew she was smart and savvy enough to have backups, so breaking her computer or simply deleting the file was not an option.
After a moment of reflection that felt like an hour to the young man, Zoey finally spoke:
"Do you have feelings for her?"
"N-no, Zoey..."
"So it's just for sex?"
"I, um... Yeah, I guess..."
"What is it, am I not good enough for you? Do you get your kicks knowing you're fucking the girl I despise the most? Shit, you two must have been laughing behind my back," she said, shaking her head in anger.
"No, it... wasn't like that. It just kinda happened, and... We couldn't stop."
Zoey stopped speaking for a moment, and simply gauged Ryan. She wasn't calming down, but looked like she was looking for a way to channel her anger. She took one more look at the picture that was still on display on her laptop, then turned to him.
"So, when you jack off, you're thinking about her."
"N-no, Zoey."
"So you were lying in that message? Are you trying to tell me you were thinking about me, but somehow decided to share that picture with Chloe instead?"
"No, I... Okay, maybe sometimes. But, not every time, of course! I'm sorry, Zoey..."
"Yeah, no, you're not getting away with a 'sorry', Ryan."
She paused for a moment. Then, suddenly, something clicked inside her mind. She knew what she wanted to do. She took out her phone and pointed the camera at Ryan, then began filming. She said:
"You're gonna strip naked now."
"Wh-what?"
"Don't even think of questioning me, Ryan. The second you don't do exactly as I say, the picture gets leaked. And know that there are more where this came from."
"B-but... why are you filming? You want to put that online?"
"Hm... I'm not sure yet. At the moment, it's not the plan."
"So... what is the plan?"
"Take off your clothes and find out."
"A-alright. Just, please don't put this online."
Anxiously looking at the camera, Ryan slowly began to undress. He stopped when all he had on him were his boxers.
"These go too, Ryan."
He silently nodded, and reluctantly pulled down his underwear. As he rose up, he covered his intimacy with his hands.
"Get on your knees, Ryan. And put your hands on your knees."
He wanted to say something, but quickly remembered he was at his girlfriend's mercy. In front of the camera, he slowly got down. His spread legs showed his flaccid manhood dangling above the floor.
"Now..." Zoey said, "tell me who you really fantasize about when you jack off. Tell me who really makes you hard."
The young man hesitated. He wanted to say Zoey's name, but knew she wouldn't believe him. Should he say it was Chloe, then, or would that piss her off even more? He finally mumbled:
"Ch-Chloe..."
Zoey looked at him, for a moment, then checked her phone, with the video still running.
"That's not a sentence. I want you to look at the camera, and say it, clearly, unequivocally."
Ryan swallowed hard, then took a deep breath. Looking at the camera, he said:
"I, um... I... think of Chloe when I... jack off."
"I want you to grab your dick now, Ryan."
The young man opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but again, he knew it was pointless, any resistance would only make her even more furious. Silently, he wrapped his fingers around his flaccid member.
"Now, stroke it."
Closing his eyes, Ryan did as instructed.
"I want you to think about Chloe while you do it. Let's see how fast that makes you hard. And... look at the camera. Don't look away unless I say otherwise."
Reluctantly looking up, Ryan continued his slow back and forth movement. Soon, his member began to grow. Zoey was familiar enough with his anatomy to know when he reached his full size. She said:
"Take your hand off, now," she said, looking at his pulsing member. "Now tell me, when you two are together, where do you usually finish? Do you come in her pussy? On her face? On her tits?"
On his knees, his erection pulsing between his open thighs, Ryan looked at the camera and cleared his throat, before saying:
"In... her mouth."
"Oh, I see. You like making her swallow all of your cum, don't you? Does it make you feel powerful?"
Ryan remained silent.
"Answer the question, Ryan."
"Y-yeah... I like that."
"You like what? Tell us properly."
"I like... coming in Chloe's mouth."
"See? A little honesty doesn't hurt, now, does it?" She paused for a moment. "I'll even reward it. You will give yourself an orgasm, now."
"Wh-what?"
"You will continue to jack off until you come, right here on the floor. Go on."
His mouth open in disbelief, Ryan slowly wrapped his fingers around his member again, and began to stroke slowly. As he had been ordered him earlier, he continued looking at the camera as he touched himself.
"Tell us why all of this is happening, Ryan. Tell the camera why I'm making you do this."
"B-because... I cheated on you with Chloe..."
"Indeed. Now, continue thinking about Chloe. Imagine her lips wrapped around your cock, begging for your load."
Zoey watched her boyfriend masturbate at her feet, thinking about the girl he was cheating on her with. She could see him getting more and more worked up. She knew he wasn't the longest lasting lover. She said:
"That feels good, doesn't it?"
"Mhm..." he mumbled.
"Say it, Ryan. Tell us how much pleasure it gives you to think about Chloe while you jack off in front of your girlfriend."
"It... it feels... good..."
"Listen to me, Ryan. When you come, I want you to tell Chloe that you're coming for her. And then, I want you to remove your hands and ruin your orgasm."
"A-alright..."
Ryan's pace was as slow as he could manage. He was trying to postpone the inevitable. He knew he was going to come on camera. He could feel his pleasure building up, there was no stopping it. Suddenly, he knew he was at the edge. Still looking at the camera, he said:
"I'm... coming for you... Chloe..."
He felt his semen rush through his shaft, and as Zoey had ordered, he removed his hand. Both hands on his knees, his eyes glued to the camera that was capturing his most intimate moment, Ryan began to ejaculate. Thick white gushes flew out of his penis, sullying the floor between him and Zoey.
As ashamed as he was, he couldn't stop himself. He had no power over his own body. His cock twitched uncontrollably, shooting rope after rope of his hot seed.
Ryan had never experienced a ruined orgasm before. He felt his ultimate pleasure escaping him. His body was displaying all the signs of climax, but the release simply wasn't there. Ryan wanted to grab his penis and stroke it, but even in the middle of his shameful orgasm, he remembered Zoey's orders, and how he had better not disobey them.
Zoey made sure not to miss anything on her phone. When she saw Ryan finally calm down after his ejaculation ended.
"You can look down, now. Look at the mess you've made, Ryan."
The young man coyly looked down, seeing the thick white lines on the floor before him. Zoey continued:
"All that cum for Chloe... Now, Ryan, put your hands behind your back and lean forward."
Zoey crouched in front of him, holding the camera lower to get a closer view, and continued:
"I want you to lick all of your cum, and swallow it. If it's good enough for Chloe, it's good enough for you. Be thankful the floor is clean," she chuckled. "And remember to look at the camera."
Ryan was mortified. He looked at his seed spread in front of him. He had never tasted his own semen. This was so humiliating... but there was no way out. He didn't have a choice. Reluctantly, he lowered his face to the floor. Zoey held the camera close to his face, and looked at the screen to make sure she was getting a perfect shot, as Ryan extended his tongue and began to lick his seed.
As he looked into the lens while he tasted the product of his orgasm for the first time, Ryan prayed that Zoey wouldn't share the video with anyone.
Ryan eventually finished, and swallowed the last drop of his manly fluid. He rose up, and saw Zoey put her phone back in her pocket. He asked:
"You're not... going to share this, are you?"
A wicked grin appeared on Zoey's face. He was at her mercy.
"Don't worry about that, Ryan."
The next day, Zoey decided it was time to deal with Chloe. She had told Ryan not to say anything to her. She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with him. How empowered it had made her feel. She realized after she had let him go how much the whole situation had turned her on. As mad as she was at Ryan, seeing him on his knees, obeying her every word, humiliating himself in front of her, had made her so excited that she had spent the night replaying the video while she touched herself. This was no longer about revenge, it was about the pleasure this situation have given her...
She thought about what she was going to do about Chloe. But as the day passed, she felt less and less upset with her. Somehow, humiliating Ryan had made her come to terms with her feelings. Suddenly, he didn't mean so much to her anymore. And she almost pitied Chloe for not having her own boyfriend, and having to stoop so low as to steal someone else's. The whole thing seemed more and more pathetic by the minute.
But still, Chloe was her rival, and with the pictures, she now held power over her. She thought to herself this actually placed her in a good position ; Chloe was very careful about her image, she would do anything to keep Zoey from releasing her pictures.
So the young woman simply decided to have a talk with her. She arranged a meeting alone, and told her she knew about her and Ryan. When Chloe began to get mad at her, Zoey showed her some of the pictures she had of her. The first one a picture of herself taken in front of the mirror, standing in her underwear with her arm covering her breasts. The second was an upward shot of her naked body, showing a close up of her intimacy, with her face clearly recognizable in the background.
Chloe knew she was beat. And this was the last time she ever found herself on Zoey's bad side.
"I'll stay out of your way, Zoey, alright?"
"Sure, Chloe. But... whenever I'll need something, I'll know where to find you. Alright?"
Chloe looked at Zoey's wicked smile.
"Yeah... of course."
The following days, Zoey continued to ride the high she had experienced dominating and humiliating Ryan. She watched the video she had recorded over and over again, savoring her pleasure of dominating him. But, as time passed, reliving the same moment in her head became less and less exciting. She realized she needed something new. Someone new.
She paused for a moment, realizing her own wickedness. The prospect of forcing another person to humiliate themselves in front of her turned her on. What was wrong with her? Was this all because of Ryan? Or did this simply awaken something that she had never realized was there?
Days went by as Zoey slowly came to terms with her newfound desires. Did they make her a bad person? She wondered. She continued going out with her friends, attending her classes, but during every waking moment, she thought about this.
And then, right in the middle of a programming class, it hit her. She hadn't felt bad about what she did to Ryan, because he had deserved it. He had wronged her. She had simply exposed his own shameful acts. What if she could do the same with someone else?
Her mind suddenly began to race. Looking at the lines of code on the monitor in front of her, barely listening to her teacher, she thought: with her hacking skills, it had been so easy to infiltrate Ryan's phone and find out his secret. All she had to do was to find another victim... or rather, another deserving culprit.
Lawrence Collins 42, had been teaching mathematics at Evergreen for the last ten years. A member of the university council respected by his peers, he also was the subject of many students crushes. Friendly while still able to exercise authority when required, he was fit and handsome. In fact, a lot of rumors were circulating about him frequenting some female students outside of class, but nothing serious or corroborated enough to deserve the attention of the university leadership.
It was the last class for the day. Professor Collins closed his laptop and rose from his seat, prompting the 50 students facing him to do the same. As was often the case, a handful of female students walked to him and asked some questions they had written down during the class.
Packing her stuff, Zoey scoffed at them. They could have asked their questions anytime during the class, but of course, they were all fighting for his attention, and the chance to talk to him in a less public setting. She paid attention to the looks professor Collins gave the young women. It was obvious he wasn't indifferent to their youthful beauty. Surely, someone as successful as him had to take advantage of his popularity with his female students, she thought.
She had her new target. Now, she needed a way to hack into his computer or phone to dig up some dirt. That evening, she checked social media and the university's intranet, but didn't find anything beyond his office phone number, and professional email. Then, she had an idea.
The next day, waiting for the first class to start, she signaled Chloe to leave her group and talk to her alone.
"What is it, Zoey?"
"I know you often talk with Collins after class. I was wondering, did he ever give you his personal email or number?"
Skeptical, Chloe almost blew her off, before remembering what Zoey had on her. It was in her best interest to stay on her good side.
"Yeah, sure. He often gives his email to students who ask for it. There you go," she said, handing Zoey a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it.
"Thanks a lot, Chloe," she replied with a snarky smile as she slipped the paper into her pocket.
As soon as her classes ended, Zoey went back to her room and got to work. Soon enough, she was inside the professor's inbox. Unsurprisingly, there was a lot of student emails in there, mostly female. She began to read them one after the other.
Some of the exchanges were rather lengthy, and a lot of them ended the same way, with the young women asking to meet Collins in private. Several even contained pictures the students would send him of themselves, some of them rather intimate and even explicit... But what surprised Zoey was the professor's replies: every single time, he politely refused seeing them in private, saying it would be inappropriate for a teacher to have any kind of personal relationship with his students outside of class. He assured them he was always available should they need help with their work, but left no room for ambiguity. And he never offered any inappropriate comment on the pictures he received.
After she finished digging through her professor's private inbox, it was clear that despite the many temptations offered by some of the most attractive female students in Evergreen, professor Collins had remained professional. When she shut down her computer and the screen became black, Zoey noticed her reflection and realized she had been frowning. She had just confirmed that her professor was clean and respectable, so why was she feeling that way?
She had to accept the obvious answer: she was actually hoping to discover a misconduct, and to get proof that she could have used against him to satisfy her own fantasies. She had already begun to imagine her handsome teacher, naked at her feet, humiliating himself in front of her...
Zoey wasn't ready to let this go. If she couldn't get to him through his computer, she would have to find another way.
She quickly found the professor's personal address, in a confirmation email for an online purchase he had recently made. She looked outside her window: it was already dark. She checked her watch and saw it was almost 11pm.
The young woman was impatient. She knew it was probably an exercise in futility, but she needed to do something. She got dressed, packed her laptop in her backpack, and walked out. Riverside wasn't a big city. After a short walk, she arrived at her professor's house. There was one car parked outside, his. From what she gathered from his emails, he was single and lived alone.
As she approached the two-floor house, she saw the light was on on the ground floor, and approached the window discreetly, making sure that no prying neighbor could spot her. Her professor was in his living room, sitting on his sofa with his back to the window. While she couldn't see more than the back of his head, Zoey had a clear view of professor Collins' television. Her mouth opened when she saw what he was watching.
From his couch, Collins was surfing on a porn website, jumping from one video to the next. They all had a one distinct common theme: all of the videos depicted young women, dressed as high school girls, getting it on with their older male professor.
"I knew it," the young woman thought to herself.
Maybe he didn't do anything inappropriate with his students, but he clearly fantasized about them. And that was enough for Zoey to justify going after him. Determined to get something she could use, she stayed at his window for half an hour, until he finally left his couch and turned his television off. Careful not to get caught, Zoey used her phone camera as a periscope and watched him leave the living room and climb up his stairs.
"Damn," she thought, "no way I can get a view of his second floor."
But the young woman was resourceful. As always, she had taken her laptop with her, and quickly worked out a plan. Sitting in a spot where no one would see her, she took her computer out of her bag and opened it on her lap. Soon, she managed to hack into professor Collins' wi-fi. Like most people, he hadn't taken the steps to secure it properly, and it was fairly easy for her to gain access to his network.
From there, Zoey infiltrated his computers, discreetly activating their webcams. And she got what she was hoping for: one of the computers was in professor Collins' bedroom, and he was sitting using it...
Zoey saw her professor naked in front of his PC. The camera had a wide enough angle for the young woman to clearly see his face, his muscular torso, and his manhood. He was holding his erect penis and actively stroking it. She saw his mouth moving as though he were speaking.
After taking a moment to enjoy the stolen view of her handsome, naked professor pleasuring himself, Zoey bit her lower lip in excitement as she activated the microphone on his computer. She also cloned the display, curious to see what he was looking at, and popped out her earphones while the image was loading. As both the image on professor Collins' monitor and the sound picked up by his microphone reached Zoey, her jaw dropped. She realized she had just gotten exactly what she needed.
"Oh, Tina, yes... just like that..."
Professor Collins was masturbating to a picture that Tina, one of his students, had sent him. Zoey remembered this picture from the emails she had just checked out. Tina was one of the girls who had invited him to meet in private, and offered a rather intimate picture to convince him. It was a selfie of her, standing naked, with her generous breasts and womanhood on display.
"Continue, Tina... Squeeze my hard cock between your soft breasts..."
Zoey could barely sit still. She was recording everything. Regardless of context, a video of a teacher masturbating to intimate pictures of one of his students was enough to get him in serious trouble if it came out...
"Oh, Tina, you're gonna make me come with your tits... I'm gonna come all over your face and breasts... Oh... Tina..."
Zoey watched her professor shoot his load, covering his own chest with his semen as he grunted and moaned in the intimacy of his bedroom. She continued recording until her finally cleaned himself and got away form his computer. She then took the time to explore the contents of his computers, including his file and browser history...
As she walked back to her room, the young woman couldn't help grinning. How lucky had she been, getting exactly what she needed on the first try...
The next day, at the end of her math class, Zoey waited for all the students to leave before walking to her professor. On her way, she received jealous glances from her fellow female students who were just walking away from him. They all acknowledged how popular and attractive Zoey was, and were worried she was going to try to hunt their prey. If only they knew what kind of ammunition she was holding...
"What can I help you with, Zoey?" professor Collins asked.
With a confident smile, the young woman said:
"I'd like to talk with you tonight, in private."
With a slightly embarrassed smile, the professor took a deep breath, preparing to answer to an offer he had heard a hundred times.
"If I can help you with anything, we can talk about it now, Zoey. Or after my next lesson, you can find me in my office."
Pulling her phone from her pocket and showing him the screen, she replied "are you sure you want to talk about this here, professor?"
Professor Collins opened his eyes wide in horror as he saw the intimate video Zoey had captured of him. He quickly covered the screen with his hand, anxiously looking left and right to make sure there was nobody else around.
"Wh-what the... Where the hell did you get this..."
"And I also have the audio, as well as the picture you were looking at... so... can we talk tonight? Say, at your place?"
"What do you want?" he asked with an almost threatening tone and frown.
He was trying to protect himself, but they both knew Zoey was the one holding all the cards. With the smile of a victor, she replied:
"Just to meet at your place. And I promise you nobody else will ever see this. And I'm not trying to sleep with you, if that's what you're worried about..."
The rest of the day felt like a week to the young woman, who couldn't stop checking her watch. Eventually, the last class of the day ended. After a quick trip home, Zoey headed to professor Collins' house.
She confidently walked in when he opened the door. Looking at his student with a wary eye, he locked the door and asked:
"So... What do you want, Zoey?"
"I know everything, professor Collins. About your fantasies."
"What?"
His mouth open in disbelief, he watched the young woman walk across his living room and towards the kitchen, where she grabbed a dark plate. Walking back to the living room, she grabbed a stool on her way.
"What the..." said the professor, dumbfounded.
He then watched his student put the plate on the stool , then sit on his comfortable armchair next to it.
"We'll get to that later," she said. "Sit down, let's talk."
Maintaining eye contact with his threatening guest, the professor sat on his sofa, facing her. Zoey said:
"I know that everyday, you sit right here, and jack off to some teacher-student porn. And after that, once you have your engine running, you make yourself come to pictures of your students."
"That's... not..."
"Don't even try to deny it, professor. I also know your favourite is Tina," Zoey said with a smile. "At least three times a week you need to jack off to her pictures. I can't imagine how difficult it must be to have a casual conversation with her when she comes to see you after almost every lesson, knowing how bad you want to do her... If only she knew how many times you shot your load thinking about her," she said with a chuckle.
Crossing her legs, Zoey then added:
"You should really learn to secure your network a little."
"You... You hacked my computers! That's illegal! I could have you expelled!"
"Yeah, maybe you could... But then I'd have to show everything I got from your hard drives. I mean, imagine, a teacher jacking off to nudes of his students... that can't be good for your career."
"You still haven't told me what you wanted. It can't be your grades, so... is it money?"
"I'm also doing fine in that area, thank you. That's not what I'm here for."
"Then what..."
She interrupted him:
"I want you to confess to me. All of your fantasies. And I'll film you doing it."
"What the fuck..."
"Don't worry, it'll stay between us. I have no intention of ever releasing what I have on you. I mean, as long as you don't threaten me again."
"Why are you doing this?"
"No more questions, professor. Now, you'll do exactly what I say, and I promise everything will remain between you, and me. Alright?"
"S-sure..."
"Stand here, then," she said, pointing to a spot a few feet in front of her chair.
Zoey began filming with her phone, as her professor stood in front of her.
"Remove all of your clothes, professor. I want you to stand naked before me."
"What?"
"I thought we were past that already. Or should I sent that video of you jerking off to Tina to all the board members and my fellow students?"
"Fuck..."
"Now you get it." She paused. "I'm waiting, professor."
Like Ryan before him, professor Collins knew he had no choice but to follow his young student's instructions. He began undressing.
Thoughts had been racing through his mind for the entire day, ever since Zoey had shown him the footage in her possession. He had envisioned dozens of scenarios... Would she report him? Try to use his influence on the university board? Extort him money? Of all the possibilities, he hadn't envisioned stripping naked in front of one of his student, in his own living room. One of his most attractive students... No, he had to stop his mind from going there. He was in danger. Vulnerable.
Vulnerable... in front of this beautiful young woman... He couldn't stop his thoughts. As embarrassing as his situation was, something about it resonated with his fantasies...
Professor Collins, down to his underwear, slid his thumbs under the elastic band, and pulled them down. Zoey smiled. Even at rest, he was quite large. After checking her phone screen to make sure it was capturing everything, her eyes moved back to professor Collins' athletic frame. She noticed his member was starting to get hard.
"Professor, are you getting hard in front of me? Without even touching yourself?"
He looked at her in silence, embarrassed. Of all times to get an erection, this was definitely not one of them. How could he justify it?
"I asked you a question, professor Collins. Does standing naked in front of me give you an erection? Does it excite you sexually?"
He gulped hard. There was no avoiding it.
"Yes..."
"Is it because I'm younger than you? Because I'm hot? Because I'm one of your students? You fantasize about your students, don't you?"
He looked down.
"Yeah..."
"Look at the camera, please, professor Collins. Explain how you like to jack off while thinking about your students."
He took a deep breath. This was getting worse and worse. What he was doing was already going a step further than what Zoey already had on him. Every passing moment gave her more power over him, and made his situation more compromising. But it was too late to go back. Reluctantly, he looked at the camera that was recording him:
"I... like to... masturbate... while I think about... my students."
"You don't just think about them, though, do you? You also look at nude pictures of them."
"Yes..."
"Say it."
"I... masturbate to nude pictures of my students."
"And now, your cock is pulsing with excitement," she said with a wide smile. "Are you fully erect now, professor Collins?"
He looked down at his member.
"Y-yes."
Zoey was laying back on the chair, relaxed, with her legs crossed. She was holding her phone, her elbow on the armrest, filming her professor, who was standing naked a few feet from her, his large erection pointed at her, throbbing. For a moment, she thought about her fellow students, doing everything they could to try to seduce their handsome professor. What they wouldn't have given to be in her situation at that moment... If she wanted, she could fuck him right then and there... But it wasn't what she had in mind. What she was looking for was the submission, the humiliation. She said:
"You're obviously very aroused, professor. What do you usually do when you find yourself naked and erect inside your home?"
"I..."
"Yes?"
"I... touch myself."
"Mhm," Zoey said, nodding. "Would you like to do this now?"
"Wh-what..."
"I want you to take your hard cock in your hand."
Once again, professor Collins took a deep breath, preparing to go one step further. Then he wrapped his fingers around his hard shaft.
"How does it feel, standing in front of me with your fingers around your cock? I'm sure you can feel it throbbing in your hand. Think of all the pleasure you could give yourself if you just stroked it..."
The professor, motionless, looked at his beautiful student.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?"
He gulped, then shily nodded."
"Go ahead, then. Masturbate in front of me. Slowly, with a firm grip."
He obeyed. This was so wrong, but he didn't have a choice. Or at least that's what he was trying to convince himself of. Nobody was forcing him to be so hard in front of his student. With a smile, Zoey watched her professor begin to pleasure himself as he stood before her.
"Do you enjoy masturbating in front of me, professor?"
"Yes..."
"Take your time to enjoy this pleasure... it's not everyday you get the chance to touch yourself while one of your student watches you."
She watched him stroke for a while. Then Zoey said:
"Now, while you continue, let's go into more detail about your fantasy... Tell me which one of your students you fantasize about the most, professor."
The professor looked away in shame.
"Look at me, professor. At this moment, it's okay to have favourites. Who is the first one your mind goes to when you're playing with yourself?"
"It's... Tina."
"Oh, yes, Tina, with her amazing breasts you like so much, right? Tell me what exactly you like to imagine when you look at nude pictures of Tina?"
"It... depends..." he answered awkwardly as he continued to stroke his member. It was getting more difficult for him to concentrate, as a mix of excitement, fear and pleasure was pulsing through his veins.
"Oh, come on, professor. We both know what excites you the most. I just want to hear you say it."
"I... like to imagine my..." He gulped. "My... penis between her... breasts."
"Go on."
"I, um... hold her breasts and use them to squeeze my... penis."
"So, you imagine using Tina's breasts to masturbate."
"Yes..."
"Now, close your eyes, I want you to picture exactly this as you continue." She paused. "And tell me, what do you imagine happens when you come?"
"I, um... come... on her face and neck."
"I see..." Zoey said with a satisfied smile. "Tell me, when you see Tina in class, when she comes to talk to you, and you look at her face... Do you ever imagine it covered in your cum?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Very good, professor. Now, how about you increase the pace a little bit?"
As instructed, professor Collins stroked his member faster.
"Do you feel your orgasm is getting close, professor?"
He nodded shyly.
"Open your eyes now. When you come, professor, I want you to say Tina's name. Say you're coming for her. And then, I want you to ruin your orgasm. When you're about to come, I want you to put your hands behind your back, and stand still as you ejaculate in front of me."
"O-okay..."
Zoey grabbed the stool she had placed next to her earlier, along with the plate at its center, and placed it right before professor Collins, to his surprise. The plate was directly in front of his crotch, slightly lower.
"Oh, and make sure to get all of your semen on that plate, professor."
With a mischievous smile, Zoey sat back and watched her professor bring himself closer and closer to his climax, until he couldn't hold it anymore. Professor Collins felt a surge of pleasure begin to erupt inside him. Looking into the camera, he said:
"T-Tina, I'm... coming for you..."
As ordered, he placed his hands behind his back, and tried his best to adjust his hips to aim his penis at the plate beneath him, and stand still as his orgasm hit. He felt the familiar rush inside his body. Zoey watched as his freed penis began to throb and shoot burst after burst of his hot seed.
One after the other, the thick white ropes landed on the plate, as her professor's cock pulsed wildly with every gush it squeezed out. The young woman watched and filmed as he emptied his balls before her, robbed of his ultimate pleasure as he clenched his fists behind his back, desperate to pump his gushing member.
The stark contrast between the dark plate and the professor's white seed highlighted the amount of semen he was liberating in front of his young student. When the gushes stopped, Zoey asked:
"Is your orgasm over, professor?"
"Y-yes," he replied, panting.
"Did you finish emptying your balls in that plate?"
"Yes..."
"Good. Get down on your knees."
His eyes wide open in surprise, still recovering from his orgasm, he took a moment to realize what she was asking. As he got down, he found his face inches above the stool. Above the plate he had just filled with his sperm.
"Now, professor, I want you to eat your cum. Lick the plate clean of your semen."
His heart skipped a beat. After all this, he was about to have his student watch him eat his own seed? There was no avoiding it, no matter how crazy it was. He looked at the plate, covered in his thick, manly fluid.
After a deep breath, professor Collins put out his tongue, and began to lick it clean. His mouth was soon filled with the taste of his orgasm. Zoey was now standing above him, holding her camera close to his face, capturing every detail of the shameful deed.
Once he was done, the professor pulled away from the plate.
"Did you swallow your entire load, professor?"
"Yes..."
"Open your mouth."
Closing his eyes in humiliation, he leaned his head backwards and opened his mouth, showing his student that he had indeed eaten all of his seed.
"Good."
Naked, humiliated, sitting on his knees before his student, professor Collins asked:
"What now...?"
Zoey stopped the recording and put her phone back in her pocket.
"Now, you won't hear from me if I don't hear from you, professor."
Leaving her dumbfounded professor behind in the middle of his living room, Zoey walked away, towards the entrance.
"See you tomorrow in class, professor," she said teasingly as she opened the door and left.
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My friend Zoey told me about a true event that happened to her. It's an interesting story and I will never look at a playground the same way again.
Zoey is a petite girl. She just turned 18 about a month ago. She has dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. She's always wearing dresses. She says it gives her easy access. Most people would call Zoey a 'free spirit. She lives in a small neighborhood that happens to have an elementary school in the middle of it. That school is where her adventure took place.
Zoey had just gotten back from California. She was living there for a while to sort some stuff out. But now she was back. And she was sick of unpacking. She decided to go for a walk before it got too dark out. As she was walking she felt like someone was watching her. She started feeling a little scared and headed for the safety of the school buildings. She was halfway there when she heard her name being called. It sounded like one of her old friends. It was one of her old friends. His name was Jude. Let me take a minute to tell ya about Jude, he has short hair with blonde curly tips and baby blue eyes.
As Zoey turned toward him she could feel herself get all tingly. Jude had always made her feel this way. But he had always seemed so shy that nothing had ever happened between them. It was the first time she'd seen him in 9 months. And she still had those damn feelings for him. As he walked up to her he had one of his crooked smiles ready for her and her heart skipped a beat. They started talking about how her little trip was and how he had been while she was gone. She told him she had missed him and he told her he'd just been moping around waiting for her to come back. She looked into his eyes and noticed he had changed. It was a small change but it seemed he had turned into the man she had always seen him as becoming. She smiled at him and put her hand to his cheek. He turned his face and kissed her palm.
She was shocked. Here her very shy, very sexy, and hot best friend was slowly kissing her hand. She was starting to get lightheaded and he had only kissed her hand so far!
She slowly pulled her hand away. He took his hand and caressed her cheek and tilted her chin up. He looked deep into her eyes as he lowered his mouth to devour hers.
As she pulls back to catch her breath he moans and pulls her body roughly against his. She can feel his length pressing against her thigh. She tilts her head back and his tongue traces her neckline. She groans and pulls fully away from him. Here was someone she's known all her life and has wanted for half that time welcoming her home in the best way possible. She leaned over and ran her hand along his shaft. He gasps and she decides she's going to have him. And now.
She grabs his hand and pulls him toward the playground. When they get there she slides his shirt over his head and runs her hands all over his finely chiseled chest. He starts to try to take her clothes off but she stops him. She pulls him to the swings and has him sit on one of them.
She bends down with her ass towards him and her skirt goes up. She pulls off his shoes as he runs his hands over her perfectly heart shaped ass. He leans over and grabs her thong with his teeth and yanks them down. He now has access but she moves quicker than him and turns around. She leans over again giving him a great look at her voluptuous breasts swinging in their freedom. He pulls one out while she undoes his belt and pulls his jeans and boxers down. She cries out as he takes her nipple in his hot damp mouth. She gets on her knees in front of him. She sees the drop of pre-cum and her tongue slides out and grabs it. She rolls her head back and closes her eyes, savoring the taste of him. She opens her eyes and looks up at him. Their eyes connect and she dips her head down and takes him in her mouth. She can't get all 8 inches in so she starts to work him with her hands as she bobs her head and lets out soft moans from around his cock. He feels that he is about to cum and warns her. She doubles her efforts and when she feels him shoot the first strand she pulls back and covers the head with her lips and swallows every drop.
She stands up to pull her dress and her thong off. She grabs his hand and they cross the playground naked. He stops her as he gets an idea. He tells her he wants to do something for her that he's never done for anyone. He wants to eat her out. She says I know just the place. They go back toward the main part of the playground.
In the middle of the series of tree houses there is a wooden bridge. Zoey gets on the bridge and leans back so that her sweet juicy cunt is spread open for him. Jude looks at her pussy lips and his mouth waters. He heads for her like a man possessed. He kneels down and starts his feast. All Zoey could think was that this man was a natural born sex fiend. He knew exactly where to lick, suck, bite, and tease. He could tell she was getting close and so he concentrated his efforts on her clit. He would circle it a few times then go back and circle in reverse then he'd nibble the skin around it till she was begging for him to stick his tongue in her hot honeyhole. As he spears his tongue into her she grabs his head and screams as she floods his face with fluid.
After she comes down he keeps on licking till she's clean. Zoey's gotten a little angry because she wants his cock. She wants it buried deep inside her. She sits up and kisses him licking herself from his face. They lean back and grin at each other. It's a race. They both run for the slide at the same time. Jude gets there first and is already lying down when Zoey gets there. She kneels, one leg on each side of him and lowers herself onto his massive tool. She slides down till he's in to the hilt and when she's adjusted she starts to ride. Jude can't believe it! Here is his best friend riding him like a fucking bronco. He could feel her slick velvetyness enveloping him. He had one thought in his head, he was home. He started to buck his hips up to meet her downward thrusts. He placed his hands under her soft and firm ass and pumped her onto his cock. Up and down. Up and down. Over and over again. Zoey felt like she was going to burst. She felt it start and she just went with it, she refused to hold back. Jude could feel her climax. She started gripping his cock and slammed herself down as far as she could go then she became a bundle of convulsing nerves. He closed his eyes and followed her on a journey of pleasure.
When they were down she climbed off of him and kissed him so tenderly he thought his heart would break. He loved her. His best friend. His lover. But loving her meant knowing you can't keep a wild creature like her in a cage or she would wither and die. So he smiled up at her and understood that he had to give her, her freedom. Zoey knew about his decision and it made her want to love him even more. This is her story. His story. Their story. I hope you will treasure it as she has. -K8e
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My sister and I lay together naked in our room on her bed. I was spooning her from behind, holding her curvy body tight against mine. My softening cock pressed against her warm, soft ass. We'd been together for over two years at this point, and we were still making love multiple times a week. Zoey was a big, beautiful goth and I was a skinny nerd. We still lived in Dad's apartment, hiding our relationship from him and the rest of the world.
"Hey baby, can I tell you something...naughty? A little secret?" she teased, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Always." I was intrigued. After more than two years sneaking around as a couple, I thought we had already shared all our secrets.
"Okay, but you have to promise not to get mad."
"Hmm?"
"Well, lately - not while we're doing it of course - but lately I've kinda been...thinking, fantasizing, about...Dad."
Why Dad? Was I not good enough for her anymore?
"Zack? Are you mad?" She gripped my hand, concerned she'd upset me.
"No, beautiful. I just...Dad?" I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. Zoey was the one who first suggested we get together, so incest was obviously a big kink for her. "He's just...old. And he's getting bigger."
"Yeah, but so what? He's sexy in his own way. Just like you, my sweet little geek," she teased. "There's just something about the idea of being under him," she continued. "Of fucking my own father. Feeling his cock inside me..."
My cock twitched. I'm a weak guy, okay? I felt myself getting hard again while my twin sister described her fantasy of having sex with our father.
"Mmm, you like that idea too, don't you, baby?" Zoey moved her hips, rubbing her ass against my growing erection. "I'd let you watch, if you wanted. Watch me getting pounded by our Dad."
I grabbed one of her large, soft breasts and started grinding against her. I groaned softly in agreement.
She rolled onto her back and kissed me hungrily. I swiftly got on top of her, sucking her tongue, lining myself up with her wet pussy for the second time in 15 minutes.
"You wanna see our Dad's cock in my mouth, don't you?" She moaned as she started moving her hips, fucking me.
"Mmmm, watching you swallow the cock that made us," I agreed, my dick coated in my own fresh cum while I fucked Zoey.
"Oh fuck yeah, baby." She rubbed her clit while we fucked. "And you'd let him fuck me, wouldn't you? Both of you fucking me together..."
"Fuck yes," I agreed. Then, before I knew what I was saying, I told her, "I'd guide his hard cock into your eager pussy." I couldn't believe what I said, but it didn't matter. It turned both of us on more than ever.
I felt Zoey's pussy tighten around my cock. I fucked her faster and harder, both of us turned on by my unexpected admission.
"Oh shit, I'm close, baby," whispered. "Tell me more, tell me more," she demanded.
"Oh God, babe," I grunted. I could feel her getting closer, tighter. "You and me, on our knees..."
"Yes, yes," she pleaded.
"Taking turns sucking Dad's dick," I blurted out, squeezing her big tits while I came, pushed over the edge by my sudden gay admission.
She came immediately after me. Our bodies shuddered in unison; me pumping my second load of cum into her for the night, her eager pussy squeezing it all out of me. Both of us breathless, speechless. Spent.
When she'd finished cumming, I slipped out of her and fell back onto the bed beside her. We embraced, facing each other in the darkness.
"What...was that?" I asked.
"I think that was my baby admitting he's a bit bi-curious," she grinned.
"Yeah? Well, I mean, maybe only in fantasy. Not in, like, real life."
"Oh, don't be like that," she chided. "It's not the fucking 40s anymore. It's okay to admit these kinds of things, Zack. Especially to me."
"Really?" Over two years in, I was still worried about scaring her off; I was her brother, after all. For 99 percent of girls, that'd be enough of a dealbreaker.
"Of course, you idiot. You're my brother, and I'll always love you. Besides...I brought Dad up. And I've always thought two guys together is hot."
"Well...okay then. And I love you too, Zoey."
"So..?" she prompted
"So, what?"
"So...are you a bit bi, bi-curious, babe?"
"I don't think I've ever thought about it before. But, after that...I'm thinking maybe? Or maybe just for Dad. I dunno, maybe I've got some soul-searching to do. Saying those things...it really did turn me on. And not just because it turned you on."
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it? And I love you just as much, if not more than before. You need to stop worrying about scaring me off." She was only 20 minutes older than me, but sometimes she felt like 5 years older.
"Yeah...okay." I kissed her softly. I was exhausted. "All right, goodnight, Zoey."
"Goodnight, Zack. Love you, always."
"Love you always too," I replied before drifting off.
Surprisingly, after that night, Zoey and I went back to normal, never talking about Dad in a sexual way again, even as part of foreplay. Nevertheless, it took me a couple of days to not feel awkward around Dad at home. The next morning, I was a bumbling idiot, barely able to look him in the eyes.
At 5'11", Dad is a bit taller than me, and he's a bit more solid. He works for a removalist company, so he got pretty buff doing that, but as he got older, he moved more into the office side of the company, so he'd started losing his muscles. As a father, he was good - not great. But as I grew up, I realized he was away so much because he was working so hard. He worked so he could afford to keep the apartment and keep putting food on the table, with enough left over to still buy us nice presents for birthdays and Christmas when we were kids. It was just hard growing up because it felt like just me and Zoey a lot of the time. But spending so much time alone together after school also made Zoey and I bond much better than we otherwise would have. So in the end, I got it.
On the other hand, Dad was a hard guy to get to know. Buying him gifts was always an ordeal for us. What do you buy a single guy who you only see a couple hours a week, who never had much of a social life, who never told you anything personal about himself? For years, Zoey tried to get him to open up more, with very little to show for it. She eventually chalked it up to being "a generational thing" and grudgingly admitted defeat.
But how do you bond with a Dad who never came to your school on parents days, never watched your sister's debates, never came to plays where you did all the lighting and sound? I know I said I "got it" but for me, there was still a touch of childhood resentment inside me that I wasn't sure would ever really go away.
Looks wise, I could see where Zoey was coming from. And where I was coming from too, I guess. Like I said, Dad was tall and solid, even if he was starting to lose muscle and swap it for more of a gut. His green eyes were tired, but kind. He shaved his head bald and grew a (mostly gray) beard that he kept trimmed short. Meanwhile, I had a full head of hair and probably couldn't grow a beard in 5 months. And he had those big, rough hands. All of which is long way of saying that I jacked off in the shower while thinking about him a couple times, all part of the road to accepting my bisexuality.
But the thing I think we both appreciated about Dad the most was that he never made us feel like failures, moochers or weirdos for still living with him. In our shared room with our single beds. I'm sure plenty of other parents would've split us up and kicked us out well before we hit 24, but not Dad. And I don't think he ever suspected Zoey and I were together. As a parent, why would you? It's not the kind of thing you normally think your children would do together. No, I think he just assumed we were so close because for a long time, we were all we had. And that's true; Zoey and I were best friends for a long, long time before we ever became lovers.
But after weeks of thinking about Dad, whether I was really attracted to him (very much so), and guys in general (again, yes), and never talking about it with Zoey, I'd started to wonder if that one night's events were just an incredibly vivid dream. And then, one morning over breakfast, Zoey finally broke the silence. Dad, of course, had already left for work before we woke up.
"You know that night, when I mentioned...my thoughts about Dad?"
Like I could forget. I nodded.
"I know we haven't talked about it, but I've been thinking about that. Like, a lot." She sounded almost embarrassed to admit it.
"Oh, me too, don't worry."
She looked relieved. "And, I wanted to talk to you about it."
"Um, okay...what about it, exactly?"
"Well...it's just..." She took a deep breath. "I think we should do it. For real. Or try, anyway."
I took a few mouthful of my coffee while I tried to work out what to say. In the end, I settled for, "Zoey. You can't be serious, babe."
"A hundred percent. It's the right thing." She reached across the table and clasped my hands in hers.
"Why? What happens to us? I thought what we had was special." I sounded like a whiny child and hated myself for it.
"It is! And it'll always be special. We lost our virginities to each other. Nothing will ever take that away from us. But Dad gave up, like, everything for us when we were kids. Fuck knows the last time he ever had sex. If this happens - and that's a big 'if' - try to think of it as saying thanks to him for holding everything together after Mom left."
I sighed. "Yeah, I guess." She was right. He did give up his life so the three of us could stay together and have something resembling a comfortable life. "But what makes you think he'd even want to have sex with you, let alone me? Incest isn't exactly a thing normal people go for."
"I...don't know, okay? I haven't figured out how we'd approach him yet. All I know is that I want this and I think Dad will too, once we explain it the right way. And...you want this too, don't you?"
"In a way, I guess so. I've been thinking about it a lot as well, and obviously the idea of a threesome with Dad is really hot, whether he and I do stuff together or not. But...I'm scared. Not just of his reaction, but of stuff between us changing. You're my sister-girlfriend and I love you with all my heart and I don't want to lose you."
"Oh Zacky, you'll never lose me, I promise. You're my brother-boyfriend and I love you too! Look, think of it this way. You and I were super close before we started fucking, right?"
I nodded.
"And once we crossed that line, we only got closer, didn't we? So, my theory is: we're not super close to Dad. So if we do convince him to have some 'family time' with us, it'll bring us closer to him, but not as close as we are. It's win-win-win in my mind."
Above all else, I love Zoey for her confidence and optimism. "All right, if you think that's what's gonna happen, you've convinced me, babe."
"I'm glad, honey." She smiled her sweet little grin. "And now for the hard part. How?"
"Fuck, don't ask me. You're the ideas girl." I cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. "We can't just get him drunk and try to seduce him. This kinda thing, I think he'll need to be sober for."
Zoey hugged me from behind. "Yeah, we don't want a horrible, awkward morning-after type situation. And we don't want it to feel like a one-night-stand, do we?"
"Probably not, no." I had a terrible realization. "Oh God..."
She let me out of the hug. I turned around to face her again.
"We're gonna have to sit down and talk with him like fucking adults, aren't we?"
Zoey laughed. "Fuck. I think you're right, babe." She kissed me. "Maybe I'll cook one of his favorites for dinner or something before we do it. Butter him up that way." She adjusted her glasses - a longstanding nervous habit. "It's...gonna be a lot to dump on him all at once."
I put my hands on her wide hips. "But if anyone can make a hard pill easy to swallow, it's you, beautiful." I kissed her, holding her body tight against mine.
"Yeah, okay, enough with the flattery. I know you want me to do all the talking." She pushed me away, mostly joking. "Now let me get ready for work, I've gotta open the store today. We can talk about this more later." She kissed me goodbye before leaving to get into her work uniform. I'll never get used to the sight of my beautiful goth sister in the obnoxiously bright uniform the store makes her wear, with her jet black hair in a tight ponytail. That she still wears her dark, heavy makeup to work makes the contrast even greater. She's much more herself in black dresses, black boots, with her long hair flowing loose past her shoulder blades.
The next few days were a total write-off for me. I could barely concentrate at work, and I wasn't the best company for Zoey at home, either. I still couldn't quite believe we were going to tell Dad everything, and then hope he'd join us. Talking about it with Zoey, she made it make perfect sense. But in the cold light of day by myself, it was suicide. We could easily end up homeless and estranged from the only parent we ever really had. All for the chance of fucking our own father.
It took more than a week, but eventually Zoey and I decided we'd go through with it. A long weekend was approaching, and by some miracle of scheduling, none of us had to work. The plan was simple enough: on Friday night, we'd tell Dad about our relationship. Depending how that went, we'd move onto phase two - ask if he'd be interested in joining our incestuous liaisons. That could be the same night, or it might not even be until Sunday night. And hopefully by Tuesday morning, the shape of our family from that point on will have emerged.
Zoey made a very elaborate roast dinner, which Dad obviously enjoyed - he went back for seconds. Once everyone was done eating, Zoey and I gave each other "the look." It was go time. No turning back now. She turned to face Dad, who was seated at the head of the table. She and I were across from each other.
"Umm, so Dad..." Zoey hesitantly began. "Zack and I have something we want to talk with you about." She watched as she traced a pattern on the tablecloth with her black polished fingernail to hide how much her hands had started to shake.
Dad sat back in his chair, folding his arms. "What's that, kitten?"
"Well, it's..." She took a deep breath and gathered the courage to look Dad in the eyes. "Zack and I, we...almost two and a half years ago, we...started a physical relationship, and-"
"I know," he cut her off. "Jesus Christ, you two. I'm not stupid. Or deaf."
Somehow, I was the next to speak. "Wait, you knew?" And I thought we'd been so careful when he was at home. "Wh- for how long?"
He shrugged. "I don't exactly recall the exact fucking date, kiddo. Two years, maybe, give or take."
"How?" I asked, like that would make anything better.
"Like I said, I'm not deaf. I heard you. Together." He shifted in his chair, clearly as uncomfortable as we were.
"I'm sorry, Dad," Zoe offered. "I guess we weren't as careful as we thought. But-"
Dad cut her off again. "So why are you telling me now? Are you pregnant or moving away or something?"
"No..." Zoe began. This wasn't going the way she predicted.
"No, what?"
"No to either. I'm not pregnant, and we're not moving away." She pushed her glasses up her nose. "We just thought..." She paused. She was starting to lose her nerve.
And Dad was starting to lose his patience. He scratched at his beard. "Come on you two. Out with it! It's been a long day and this isn't how I want to spend my whole long weekend, talking about how my kids have been fucking each other," he spat.
I couldn't stand the way he was talking to Zoey any longer. She was on the verge of tears. I hated being across the table from her. I should've sat beside her before this started. I felt my face flush red with anger. "Fucking hell, we were going to ask you to join us," I said.
The room went silent. Still. Nobody even breathed. I immediately regretted saying it. Nobody knew where to look. Zoey fought back tears, I studied the backs of my hands intently, and Dad stared at both of us, his mouth agape.
After what felt like an hour, Dad broke the silence. He cleared his throat. "Um, what...what did you just say?"
"We-" I began.
Zoey cut me off. "Dad, let me explain first. Please."
Dad looked at her, back at me, then back to her. "Yeah, I think you better."
She nodded. "Okay, so it was meant to come after this speech about how you gave up everything for us once Mom left, how your life has just been work, work, work. And - aargh - this sounded much better in my head. I rehearsed it so many times, and...shit." She clenched her fists.
"Take a breath, babe," I suggested.
As she did so, Dad cut in again. "So what you're telling me is that my own children were going to offer me a pity fuck?!"
Once he put it that way, it was kind of hard to frame it any other way.
"Not in so many words, but...I guess so," Zoey admitted, defeated.
"Look, that wasn't our intent, but-" I started to say.
"I get it." He hung his head. "God help me, I see your fucked up train of thought, and I get why you'd do this." He lifted his head and looked at us. "I haven't really missed any of that stuff, though. The first couple of years after your Mom left, sure. But you get used to it. Just put your head down and throw yourself into work. And I did try dating, a while ago. But it's not for me. I'm better off single, I guess."
He paused, but we could tell he wasn't done.
"And as for your...situation. Jesus fucking Christ, I don't even know where to begin. I was outraged, beyond disgusted at first. But like being single for 20-plus years, I got used to that too. 'If that's what makes them happy, then fine,' I thought. 'Just keep it to yourselves. And don't make any fucking inbred babies.' But now, now you want me to be a part of that?"
We nodded. Zoey spoke again. "I - we - know it's a lot. We didn't do this lightly. We thought it might help us bond together better as a family. But in hindsight..."
"I'm not saying no, exactly," Dad replied quietly, his face glowing red. "Just...give me some time, all right? This isn't the kind of thing a guy's faced with every day."
"That's fine, Dad," I replied. "Take as much time as you need."
"Yeah...for now, how about you go have a beer or three, watch some TV or something. Zack and I can clean up and we'll leave you alone until you're ready to discuss things more."
"Okay...sounds good." He sounded tired. But at least he wasn't angry anymore. We stayed put while he stood up. Before he left, he put his hand on Zoey's shoulder. "Food was good, kitten," he said quietly, then walked away.
Zoey and I waited until he turned on the TV, then started clearing the table and commenced washing up in silence. When we were done, I hugged her tight.
"I'm sorry, honey," I whispered. "That was rough."
She sighed, hugging me back just as tight. "I mean, kinda. He didn't say no, though." I heard her smile in her voice. She's very hard to keep down.
"Don't count your chickens, beautiful," I cautioned. "But you're right, at least we're not out on the street. And he did compliment your cooking, which was delicious."
"Thanks, my love." Zoey kissed me, then suggested we leave Dad alone for the rest of the night. I agreed.
We spent the night in our room, on our laptops wasting time on various social media and listening to music through headphones - her with her heavy metal, me with my video game soundtracks. After we heard Dad go to bed, we spent over an hour talking about the night's events. Obviously, we didn't have sex; there was too much uncertainty in the atmosphere. After reassuring each other that regardless of the outcome, our hearts were in the right place, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
I was woken up by Zoey, standing over me in her pyjamas - an old band t-shirt. "Wake up, babe. Dad says he's decided." She did a poor job hiding her excitement.
I got up, filled with anxiety. We walked out to the living room hand in hand, both still in our pyjamas - me in a pair of cotton boxers. Dad was waiting for us, sitting in his chair near the TV. It was only 6:30 but he was already dressed and showered. We stood silent in front of him, eagerly/anxiously awaiting him to announce his decision.
"I'm not gonna beat around the bush," he announced. "I've decided, but I want you to let me finish before reacting, okay?" He was especially talking to Zoey.
We looked at each other, nodded, then nodded to Dad.
"Right. It's a yes. But. Just this once, to get me back on the horse, so to speak. And no calling me 'Daddy,' that shit's creepy." He took a breath, then issued his final condition.
"And whether or not you agree to everything else, I need you both to move out. You're 24 years old, you need to start acting like it. It can be together, I don't care. But you can't keep living here with me, especially if we do this."
We were both silent. What a mixed bag - 'yes to sex, but get the fuck out of my house.' There was no easy way to process it. Or so I thought.
"Okay, fine," Zoey replied after no time at all. She was ready to negotiate. "But we've got some conditions, too. First, Zack and I are a couple and this is going to be a threesome. That means Zack is always going to be a part of this. He's willing to do as much or as little with you as you like. You don't have to touch him, but you can't banish him to the corner.
"Second, feel free to change your mind about this being a 'one and done' situation, any time you like. But we can do the same. Fourth, I don't do anal.
"And finally, you have to help us find a place to rent, and give us glowing references." Zoey looked at me. "Anything you'd like to add, sweetie?"
It was too early for this. I wasn't prepared to bargain at 6:30 in the fucking morning. "Um, I can't think of anything. Your thoughts, Dad?"
"Fine. But I'm not doing any gay shit," he warned me.
"Hey, Dad?" Zoey, changing subject to keep the peace and cut the tension after that homophobic remark.
He looked at her. His eyes showed he was ready for a lecture after what he'd said.
"I love you."
That caught him off guard. "I love you too." He looked at me next. "And you."
I was floored. I couldn't remember the last time he'd told either of us that he loved us. To be fair, we never said it to him, either. "Love you too," I replied.
"Come here," Zoey instructed Dad, giving him a very effective seductive look over the top of her glasses, which were going to stay on during everything that followed. I knew that look; it's irresistible.
Like a man in a trance, Dad obeyed his daughter and rose to his feet. I could see it on his face - he couldn't believe this was about to happen. He'd just agreed to a threesome with his twin children. The straight-laced, uptight, man of few words, who hadn't had sex in over two decades was about to have sex with his only remaining family.
Zoey let go of my hand and met Dad in the middle. She immediately embraced him, draping her arms over his broad, strong shoulders. "This'll be good for you. I promise," she said softly, gazing into his tired, kind, nervous eyes.
At first, it was awkward. They both tilted their heads in the same direction. Then they both corrected, tilting the other way. Zoey giggled and let Dad settle on his angle first.
She placed her soft, pink lips on his, holding him tight against her. Dad froze for a few seconds, but instinct quickly caught up. I saw him relax his body, breathe into the kiss, then he put his arms around her, and start to kiss her as well.
They quietly moaned, their passion growing as the kiss went on. I felt a warm tingling in my boxers. I was already getting turned on just watching them kiss, and they hadn't even opened their mouths yet.
Zoey opened her mouth then, and Dad sucked at her lower lip. She moved her arms, gliding her hands down Dad's broad chest, and lifted his t-shirt over his head. I approached Zoey from behind and rested my hands on her shoulders. I started kissing her neck, nibbling her ear, pressing my erection into the small of her back.
Zoey unbuckled Dad's belt, unzipped his fly, and let his pants fall to the floor. She pulled away from the both of us, and dropped to her knees.
Dad knew what that meant. He pulled his briefs down, and for the first time in our lives, my sister and I saw our Dad naked. His broad chest had a fairly sparse coverage of coarse, salt-and-pepper hairs. Though his stomach was starting to turn into more of a gut, it still looked good. Having a gut worked on our Dad, somehow. It, too, had some dark, coarse hairs that led south to the main event: Dad's penis.
It stood tall, proud, thick from a forest of untrimmed salt-and-pepper pubic hair. Its purple head glistened with precum. I couldn't help but admire it, and compare it to my own. He might've been a bit thicker, but I don't think there was much difference otherwise. His balls hung low, looking big and heavy, pubic hair sticking out wildly. I felt sorry for him that such a nice cock had gone unused for so long. But most of all, I felt jealous of my sister, who was about to get a taste.
Zoey held our Dad's cock by the base with one hand. She wrapped her soft pink lips around Dad's thick purple tip and cleaned his precum, swallowing it. Dad moaned with pleasure, long and deep. She let go, then licked the underside of his shaft from base to tip.
"Get over here, boy," Dad commanded, pointing to the spot to his left. Zoey continued sucking his dick gleefully. I obeyed, standing beside Dad. "And get that cock out. Can't have you missing out, can we?" He grinned.
Not wasting another second, I pulled my boxers down, freeing my hard cock. Like Dad, my head was covered in clear precum. My pubic hair was trimmed, making me look slightly more impressive than I am.
"Help your brother out too, kitten," Dad instructed.
Zoey smiled with Dad's dick in her mouth. She reached over and started gently stroking my cock as she fellated our father. A few seconds later, she swapped - sucking my dick and stroking Dad's. Every so often she would swap, spending equal time on both of us. It was surreal and amazing. Having Dad standing naked beside me only made it hotter.
I knew I should be focused on watching Zoey, who was doing a fantastic job pleasing us both, but it didn't take long before I got the urge to look at Dad. I quickly caved and turned my head to face him. Almost immediately after, he looked over to me. We made eye contact. Fuck, the urge to kiss him was so strong. I bit the inside of my cheek to fight the temptation. But the longer we looked into each other's eyes, the harder it became.
"You're not gonna make her do all the work down there, are you?" Dad asked.
No way. Did he mean... No, surely he was joking. He explicitly said he wouldn't do anything gay. Agonizing seconds passed, and he just stared unblinkingly at me. Even Zoey stopped, one cock in each hand. After an age, I replied, "Uuuhhhh..?"
"Join your sister. Suck your Dad's dick, boy," he demanded. His tone made it very clear he wasn't joking.
I fumbled to my knees, and Zoey moved across to make room for me. We knelt before our father, one sibling on each side of his hard, wet cock.
I thought I wanted this. I ached for this. But now, with my face mere inches away from it, I was terrified of Dad's cock. It looked massive. I'd never touched another cock before, let alone stuck one in my mouth.
But Zoey was there for me. "It's easy. Just do what I always do for you, babe. Put one hand on the base, stop it from moving..." I did as instructed. Dad didn't flinch away from my touch; good. "Now, take him in your mouth like a lollipop. But gentle. And watch out for your teeth."
I raised my lips to Dad's tip. I kissed it softly, then opened my mouth wide, easing him into my mouth. I sealed my lips around his shaft. Dad's cock tasted similar to Zoey's pussy, but different enough to be its own distinct flavor. Salty, musky, strong. Intoxicating.
I pressed my tongue to the underside of his head and slid my mouth forward, taking more of him into my mouth.
"Good boy," Dad moaned his encouragement.
"Oh shit, baby," Zoey whispered. "This is so much hotter than I imagined."
I grunted softly in response, growing more confident. I took him deep into my throat, stopping just before my gag reflex kicked in. I moved my head back and forward, breathing in time with my movements. Like Zoey, I could take almost the whole thing in my mouth.
Zoey stroked my cock with one hand and slid the other into her panties, rubbing her clit while she watched her brother sucking her Dad's cock. I was in heaven, drunk on the taste of the cock responsible for bringing both of us into the world. It didn't take long before Zoey came, her squeals of bliss piercing the early morning stillness.
Once she'd cum, Dad tapped me on the top of my head. "Don't be a fucking hog. Share with your sister, Zack."
I reluctantly relinquished my hold of Dad's cock and moved back to the side. Zoey wrapped her lips around the side of Dad's cock and motioned for me to do the same. We slid our wet mouths up and down the sides of our Dad's dick like we'd seen in porn. Starting at the base, sliding up to the tip and back down.
"Oh fuck yes," Dad grunted. "Just like that, kids." He put a hand on our heads and ran his fingers through our hair.
We kept at it for a little while longer, both of us high on Dad's cock and his pleasure moans. He eventually put an end to it, though: "Fuck, you better stop before I cum too early." Frankly, I was amazed he lasted that long; I almost came after Zoey had started stroking me.
We let go of Dad's delicious cock and let him catch his breath and wait for the excitement to die down. Zoey took the opportunity to remove her t-shirt and panties, finally joining Dad and I in our full family nudity.
We both took in her beautiful feminine form. Her long, jet black hair. Her soft facial features with glasses that perfectly framed her green eyes. Her DD cup tits with their pink, erect nipples. Her chubby, soft, gorgeous body. Her wide hips. Her moist pussy with her meticulously trimmed bush. She was perfect.
"Oh kitten," Dad gazed at his daughter in awe. "I've just gotta taste you." He offered her a hand, helping her to her feet. She sat in Dad's chair and spread her legs. Dad dropped to his knees and immediately went to work.
He licked at his daughter's pussy like a thirsty puppy. Zoey moaned encouragingly, putting her hands on the back of his head, keeping him in place. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just stayed where I was, staring at them with lust and jealousy.
"Focus on my clit, Dad," Zoey instructed. He must have really been out of practice. She made eye contact with me. "Actually, let Zack show you how it's done first," she suggested.
I crawled over to the chair, and Dad made room for me. "She really likes when you go side-to-side over the clit," I informed him before demonstrating. I put my mouth over her clit, stuck my tongue out and pressed it against her clit hood. She tasted even better than usual that morning - sweeter, somehow. I started licking side-to-side, slowly at first, then gradually picking up the pace. I felt Dad's breath on my shoulders as he watched, hovering just above me.
"Okay, I get it," he said, slightly irritated. I moved away, wiping my sister's juices from my chin and lips. "It's just been a while, that's all."
"I know, Dad. It's okay. Give it another shot now," Zoey soothed him.
I must be an okay teacher - Dad did exactly as I'd shown him. He focused on her clit, and in less than a minute, Zoey was starting to breathe fast and her face was turning red.
"Just like that, Dad. You're gonna make her cum," I cheered. "She loves your tongue."
"Oh God, oh fuck," Zoey squealed. "Feels so good, Dad," she confirmed. I started groping and sucking her breasts, squeezing them rhythmically as she got closer to orgasm.
"Cum for him, baby," I cooed. "Cum for your Dad."
Seconds later, she squealed long and loud as her body jerked and twitched. She dug her fingers into Dad's head. Her face was red, her nipples hard beneath my hands. She was grinding hard against Dad's mouth while he continued licking her clit until she'd finished cumming.
Dad and Zoey took a second to catch their breath. Dad wiped her juices from his mouth just as I'd done. Dad looked at us and instructed, "Come to my room, kids."
Of course, we obeyed and followed Dad to his bedroom. The early morning sun was even brighter in there, so the whole room was almost glowing. Zoey eagerly climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. This was not the first time I'd seen her in that position in Dad's bed. Dad and I followed her.
"Fuck me, Dad," she demanded. "I need to feel you inside me," as though he needed any more convincing.
Dad knelt between her legs with his dick hard, wet and ready. I couldn't keep myself. I reached out and grabbed it by the base. Thankfully, he let me. I lined the tip of my father's cock with my twin sister's pussy lips and guided him inside her. I watched as we parted her glistening lips and saw his thick dick disappear into her body. I let go when he was more than halfway inside.
Dad moaned deep and long, enraptured by the feeling of his daughter's pussy. He leaned down and grabbed both her breasts and started thrusting. Zoey moaned along, relishing the feeling of Dad's hardness as he pumped it in and out of her.
Shortly after, I knelt beside Zoey's head and she opened her mouth wide, inviting my cock into her mouth. With her family's members in each end, Zoey was in pure heaven. She sucked and licked my cock while Dad fucked her harder and harder. She rubbed her clit furiously.
Dad called my name, and I looked into his eyes. "You wanna finish this triangle, don't you, boy?" Somehow, that was even more surprising than telling me to suck his dick. He wanted to kiss me while we each had our cocks inside Zoey.
I nodded without a moment's hesitation.
"Then come here before I change my mind," he teased.
We both leaned forward, Zoey beneath us. She looked up at us in lustful disbelief. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Dad's mouth got closer and closer to mine. Mine got closer and closer to his. And then, it was happening. Our mouths were together. Dad was kissing me; I was kissing him.
I opened my mouth, and he opened his. He slid his tongue into my mouth. I could still taste Zoey on his tongue. I sucked his tongue gently. Beneath us, Zoey was still sucking me, rubbing herself and fucking Dad while she watched us make out.
We remained that way - a family united in an incestuous triangle of love and lust - for less than a minute. Zoey was getting closer and closer to orgasm, and as she did so, she let go of my dick and squealed rhythmically.
In a way, I was relieved. I didn't know how much more I could take either. I broke the kiss with Dad and leaned back on the bed to watch Zoey and Dad. When she came, Zoey's whole body convulsed, her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned long and breathlessly. Her face was flushed and her hair was damp with sweat.
The strength of her orgasm pushed Dad over the edge as well. I watched his hands squeeze her tits hard as he thrust his cock inside her as far as he could. His large frame twitched as the orgasm washed over him. They felt each pulse of his cock shooting his hot cum into her. He grunted and moaned, filling her with his seed.
He collapsed forward onto his daughter and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around our father and kissed him back, wrapping her legs around his ass and holding him inside her.
The embrace was surprisingly brief. Dad climbed off Zoey and lay on his back. "You'd better finish off your brother. He's probably about to explode."
Zoey looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and positioned myself between her legs. I paused briefly, in case Dad wanted to return the favor and guide my cock into her. But he just lay there watching. So I guided my own dick into my sister's pussy, which had already started to leak out Dad's white cum. I lay on top of Zoey in missionary position and kissed her as we started making love in front of our father.
After the morning we'd had, it didn't take long until I was feeling close. Feeling Dad's cum coating my cock with each thrust only made me hornier. Driving my cock in and out of my sister's pussy, my cock swimming in our father's cum, my sister's tongue inside my mouth, my tongue inside hers, Dad watching us, almost proudly. After a minute of that, it was no wonder I felt my dick swelling. I fucked Zoey harder and faster, grunting with each thrust. I arched my back and felt my cock erupt.
I came hard, shooting my seed into Zoey, my cum mixing with Dad's. With each pulse of my dick, another shot of my cum joined Dad's inside my sister's body. I kissed her again, then rolled away.
Zoey lay between me and Dad. We rolled onto our sides and each put an arm over her, half-spooning the amazing woman who had made this a reality. All three of us were breathless and incredulous. Somehow, that had actually happened. And it was perfect. Now we just had to deal with the aftermath of where our incestuous lust had taken us.
It was Zoey who broke the silence first. "For a guy not willing to do any 'gay shit,' Dad, you really got into that side of things."
The first thing she says after everything that happened, and she calls Dad out on his bullshit? As if I didn't love her enough already.
"No I didn't," Dad had the guts to say. "That was all him, kitten. I didn't suck any dicks. And Zack kissed me," he reasoned.
Well, however he justified it to himself, I didn't care. We'd done it, and that was the main thing. "Yeah, he's right, Zo. I did all the gay stuff, and I loved it. But thanks for being cool with it and letting me, Dad."
"It really, really was hot," Zoey confirmed. "Not just you two together, but all of it. Even better than I imagined."
Dad agreed.
"So are you sure this is just a one-time thing? And that you want to kick us out?" Zoey wasn't messing around.
"I didn't want to get into this right away." Dad sighed, then sat up in the bed. "I'm sorry, but yes." He paused to try and gather his words. Zoey wasn't the only one who prepared a speech. "Obviously, I really enjoyed that. It was good. Wild and loving fucking. Pure and simple. But right at the end, when it was just the two of you? That was something more. It was...love. Or something, I don't know.
"My point is..." He sighed again, frustrated his words weren't coming as easily as he wanted. "I went along with your fucking bizarre threesome request because I was determined to prove it wouldn't work. But it did...this time. Until right at the end, when it was the two of you, plus me. And if we continued with...this, that's how it'll always feel - with me as the third wheel."
"No, Dad, we can-" Zoey began.
"It's true, Zoey. So I want you to both move out together, with my blessing. Live as a real couple, no sneaking around. No awkward threesome dynamics. Despite how I felt at the beginning, despite what biology and everything else says, you two are clearly meant to be together. That's why I want you to move out. Why you need to move out."
We were shocked. Neither of us predicted Dad being so emotional, so invested in the idea of us as a true couple. Zoey's eyes were starting to tear up. I felt pretty emotional as well.
Dad looked down at us, his twins, naked on his bed. He waited for a response, but none seemed forthcoming. "Does that...make sense?"
"Perfect," I assured him. "Thanks, Dad."
The sentimentality was starting to get too much for Dad. "Besides, now you've broken the seal and I need to start getting laid again without my damn kids getting in the way. Fuck, I've missed pussy."
"Now there's the dirty old man we take after," I grinned. I sat up and leaned across Zoey's legs to give him a hug. Zoey scrambled upright and joined us.
It would've been over 15 years since we had a family group hug. We just embraced - a stronger, happier family, all thanks to Zoey and her crazy threesome plan.
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When I was a young man, I saw many Eastern European fathers keep tight control over their daughters; so tight that they never had any fun at all. Young men were afraid to go anywhere near their house out of fear of the father. This control worked while their daughters were young but when they got older and got their first taste of freedom, the girls went wild. This is a story about one of those girls.
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Zofia was raised in a very traditional Polish family whose parents emigrated from Poland before she was born. She had two older brothers and being the baby of the family and the only girl, she was the apple of her father's, Stan's, eye. He loved her deeply and was not only very protective of her but was also very strict. Her parents were raised that the man of the family was the king of the castle and whatever he said was treated as the law of the household. They were also very strict, conservative Roman Catholics that believed that girls should maintain their purity and remain virgins until their wedding night.
Being raised in a strict Eastern European family wasn't so bad when Zofia was younger, after all, she didn't know any other way of life. She was a good Polish girl, obedient, and studious in her chores. She was a little mischievous because she knew she was her parents' favorite child and loved to get her older brothers in trouble. They would tease her often, as brothers do with sisters, but she would also tell her parents every time they got into trouble They loved their little sister but at the same time resented the little tattle tale.
Stan worked hard for his money so he could provide for his family and took all the overtime he could at the auto factory in order to help his family live the American Dream. There weren't a lot of minorities in his homeland of Poland and Stan had a difficult time working in a diverse environment at the factory. Zofia didn't understand his resentment of them because she went to school and became friends with several girls of different ethnicities and races at her public school but her father made it clear he didn't want her that they weren't welcome in his house. He eased up a little after his wife, Sonia, pleaded with him to relent so Zofia could have some friends of her choice. While he tried to hide his feelings while Zofia's minority friends were over the house, it was pretty obvious that Stan was not comfortable. Sometimes he would invent chores for his daughter to do in order to keep her away from her friends. While she resented her father for doing this, she still had to obey his orders.
For as strict as her father was during her younger days, Stan got even more strict as Zofia entered her teen years and developed a more womanly shape. Seeing his daughter beginning to turn into a beautiful young lady bothered him to no end. He knew it wouldn't be long before the young boys started hanging around the house and he knew what they would want to do with his daughter. He scraped the money together to send her to an all girl's Catholic High School to keep her away from the boys.
Zofia had a lovely round face with round eyes and high cheekbones like most Polish girls. Her light brown, almost blonde hair and blue eyes made her even more attractive. As her hormones began to flow, her breasts developed into large round mounds of flesh that attracted the attention of a lot of boys and even some of her brothers' friends. This made Stan's blood boil even more and he became more strict with Zofia and kept a close eye on where she was going and who she was hanging out with. She had an earlier curfew than all of her friends but she remained loyal to her father's commands.
When boys would show an interest in his daughter, Stan would make sure he scared them away. He even enlisted the help of his two sons who were more than happy to ruin their little sister's fun by chasing any potential suitors away from her. They even physically intervened at times to scare the boys away. Word spread quickly that anyone that showed an interest in Zofia would have to deal with her big brothers first and then her father so they naturally shied away from her.
Zofia was devastated by her being shunned by boy crush after boy crush but still remained obedient to her strict father. She would never, ever disrespect him. She was allowed to have a couple of dates in her junior and senior years of high school but only after the pleading her mother did with her father but she still had to be home early. She was still able to experience her first kiss, some mild makeout sessions, and knowing what it felt like to have a boy grab her round, fleshy butt, and fondle her breasts but she refused to go any further. She wanted to save herself for marriage just as she had been taught.
While Zofia was respectful of her parents, deep inside of her, she wanted to, needed to, break away from them. All the studying her father made her do during school ended up being the key to her escape. She had phenomenal grades and was able to secure full scholarships to several local and out-of-state colleges. Her father insisted she live at home and go to a local university but she was now 18 and the local schools didn't have the majors she wanted. Her father didn't care and they fought for weeks over her choices of schools until her mother finally convinced her father to compromise. Zofia decided she would go to a school about 100 miles away. She would be away from home but still close enough to home.
When her parents dropped Zofia off for orientation the summer before classes began, her father got upset seeing the number of minorities that were present and he warned her to stay away from them. She had no choice but to promise her father she would follow his advice in order to keep him calm but in the back of her mind, she remembered her classmates in grammar school and how she wanted to be friends and found nothing wrong with having friends whose skin was a different color than hers.
Zofia was relieved after her parents left. She was also a little nervous because she never had so much freedom before and she planned to make the most of the next two nights. Her roommate for the orientation, Sylvia, showed up an hour later and they became friends immediately. Sylvia was dressed in tight shorts and a tank top while Zofia had on longer, less revealing shorts and a loose-fitting top that hid her ample breasts. They talked for a few minutes before deciding to explore the campus together.
While on their self-guided tour, the roommates ran across several other incoming freshmen doing the same thing. Zofia couldn't help but notice the attention her new friend was receiving from the boys and deep down, was a little jealous but also curious to see how the boys would react if she were similarly attired.
After a few hours of roaming the campus, Zofia and Sylvia went back to their room to change so they could attend a social mixer. The dorm was now crowded with a mixture of young men and women. When there was any gathering of young people, they were all checking each other out and Zofia caught the attention of a young man, Chris, but she was too shy and inexperienced to return his flirtatious glances. He tried to talk to her but she got scared, the rantings of her father still embedded in her mind. She made an excuse to go and find Sylvia.
Sylvia asked her, "Why did you stop talking to Chris? He's kinda cute."
"I don't know. I'm not very good with boys. My father told me they only wanted one thing, you know."
Sylvia continued, "Come on Zofia, you're in college now. You have to have some fun. Relax."
Zofia just shrugged her shoulders, not convinced.
Sylvia was exasperated with her new friend, telling her, "Girl, we have a lot of work ahead of us. You have to loosen up and learn how to have a good time."
Deep down Zofia was desperate to finally be able to let loose but still had to break through years of indoctrination by her strict father. The rest of the night was uneventful but the next morning the girls had a long talk. Sylvia had to explain to her roommate that college was a time for new experiences and to take advantage of their freedom away from home. Zofia was all ears but still scared.
The two girls were similar in size and build and Sylvia lent Zofia some of her clothes so she wouldn't look so frumpy. Sylvia picked out a very short skirt and halter top for Zofia to wear while she put on another pair of short shorts and a tight tank top. She reluctantly put on the outfit her friend picked out and quickly told Sylvia she couldn't wear it because her father wouldn't approve.
Sylvia shook her head and exclaimed, "Your daddy isn't here. It's time to let loose. Now come on, let's go strut ourselves around campus."
Zofia took a deep breath and stepped out of the dorm room with her friend. This was the most rebellious she had ever been and it felt exhilarating. For the first time in her life, she felt the appreciative stares of the opposite sex as they checked out her legs and bouncing breasts.
They attended some mandatory orientation sessions and made sure they sat next to some cute boys who they might run into later that night at another social mixer. Zofia wasn't used to wearing such provocative clothing and felt uncomfortable sitting in her short skirt. What she didn't know was that anyone that was noticing got a clear view of her pink panties as she sat through the session. She didn't realize why some of the boys kept looking her way but she enjoyed the attention they were paying her.
The same thing happened at lunch, in the afternoon session then at dinner. Zofia was experiencing being attractive to boys, something she's never felt before. She was also feeling her pussy getting warm and wet. She had this feeling before but was told it was the work of the devil and she should resist until she was married but she couldn't help herself. She was getting horny from the attention she was receiving all day.
After dinner, the girls went back to their dorm to get dressed for the social mixer. Zofia didn't have any sexy clothing and she jumped at the opportunity to let Sylvia assist her in getting dressed again. It was a good thing Sylvia overpacked for the weekend orientation and had plenty of choices to share with her friend.
Sylvia asked her friend, "Do you trust me?"
Zofia responded, "I guess."
"Well, let me pick your outfit for tonight and help you with your makeup."
Zofia had to think for a moment, but the thought of being bad without her father's knowing and already feeling naughty from the attention she got from the boys all day made her agree to accept Sylvia's offer. She was going to enjoy her new found freedom so she placed her trust in Sylvia.
After putting on some makeup and doing her hair, it was time to get dressed. Zofia's heart skipped a beat when she saw the outfit Sylvia picked out for her. She almost chickened out but Sylvia insisted on holding her to her promise.
"Just try it on Zofia and see how you look."
Zofia reluctantly changed into the pink, off the shoulder, long sleeve, crop top and spandex micro mini skirt that showed off every curve of her ass.
She told her friend, "I don't know if I can go out wearing this."
Sylvia told her, "You can't back out now. Besides, if you want to attract some boys, you have to advertise. Besides, you promised me."
As scared as she was, Zofia wanted to experience a wild night and agreed to go to the mixer dressed in the outfit Sylvia picked out for her. Sylvia was dressed in an equally short skirt and tube top as they left for the mixer. Zofia was more than a little self-conscious but she had the emotional support of her new best friend. The girls drew a lot of attention as they walked through the campus on their way to the student union and even more attention when they got to the social. Little did Zofia know but her nipples were now poking through the material covering her breasts which drew even more admiring glances.
Several young men made their way over to talk to the two foxy freshmen but it was when Chris and his roommate Don, a light-skinned African American, approached them that things got serious. Chris eyed up the beautiful Polish girl and Zofia wasn't as awkward as the previous night. They struck up a long conversation before he asked her to dance while Don danced with Sylvia.
Zofia had never danced with another boy but Chris didn't mind her awkward movements as his eyes were fixed on her exposed legs and bouncing breasts. She got a little nervous when a slow dance came and she let Chris take her in his arms as they swayed to the music. Her young hormones were flowing and her pussy was getting warm and wet again. She got a little scared when she felt his growing erection poking into her thigh. Part of her wanted to run away but the new found adventurous side made her stay. She had never felt like this before and she liked being held in the arms of a cute boy.
When the song was over the couple parted, Zofia blushed, experiencing feelings she never had before. She was excited and scared. Sylvia then approached them to inform her that the boys had some beer back in their dorm room.
Chris asked, "Do you want to go back with us?"
Sylvia answered for her, "Oh, we're going."
Zofia was following her lead all day and was having more fun than she had ever had in her entire life so she agreed to accompany Sylvia to Don and Chris' dorm room. She knew her father wouldn't be pleased with her hanging out with Don because he was Black. He was quite handsome but her father would never have approved. When they got to the room, they were each handed a can of beer. Zofia had never drank before but didn't want to look too naive so she lifted the can to her lips to take a sip. She didn't like the taste but pretended to enjoy it. After drinking about half of it, she began to relax and felt a little tipsy. When she was on her second beer, she noticed that Sylvia and Don were kissing and slow dancing. His hands exploring her roommate's body. Chris looked at her and leaned in to kiss her. One kiss led to another and another. Before long they were passionately making out too.
When Chris's hands began to wander over her body, she was too scared to stop him. She was having too much fun and didn't want to spoil it now, so she let him feel her breasts through her top and fondle her ass. The warm feeling between her legs was getting more intense and her heart was beating faster from being nervous and turned on. The more beer she drank, the more her inhibitions melted along with her heart. When Chris slipped his hand underneath her top to feel her bare breasts Zofia moaned softly in pleasure. Part of her wanted to stop his wandering hands but it felt too good.
She noticed that Sylvia was now topless and Don was sucking on her tits. She knew what Chris would want to do next. Part of her wanted to run out of the room. If her father ever found out what she was doing, he would never let her out of the house again. However, she was a little drunk by now and having more fun than she'd ever had before. When Chris began to tug at the bottom of her shirt, she closed her eyes and lifted her arms, giving in to her desires.
Chris then announced, "Wow, you have great tits."
That caused Don and Sylvia to stop making out and they looked over at Chris and Zofia. No boy had ever seen her 36c breasts before, now two boys were looking at them. Don smiled and Sylvia gave her roommate an approving nod. Chris began to suck on her nipples making Zofia even hotter than before. When he slipped his hand up her short skirt to touch her between her legs, she nervously jumped a little but was feeling too good to stop Chris's advances. She began to breathe heavier as his fingers began to rub her pussy through her panties which were now damp from her juices. She got really nervous when she felt his hand slide inside her panties as his fingers began to penetrate her. She knew what she was doing was wrong but felt helpless to stop now.
She looked over at Sylvia who was now naked and on her knees giving Don a blow job. Zofia was shocked at this sight. She had heard about girls doing this but never really believed that women would put a man's penis in their mouths. She noticed how big Don's cock was and was fascinated by seeing Sylvia's white lips surrounding the black cock. While she was momentarily distracted, Chris was busy pulling down her panties. She instinctively stepped out of them and when he unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, she finally realized she was about to lose her virginity. Her father would be so disappointed in her. He would probably call her a tramp, a slut, or a whore for not waiting for her wedding night. She was so scared at that moment but she also was resentful of her strict father never letting her have any fun that this was one way to assert her independence.
She stood naked before Chris as he quickly undressed. She saw Don climb between Sylvia's legs and enter her. She watched them fuck for a few seconds before she looked over at Chris who was now naked, displaying a 7-inch erection. She was scared and curious at the same time. He placed his hand over hers and placed it over his dick, showing her how he wanted to be stroked before he went back to exploring her body.
Chris then led Zofia over to his bed and laid her down. He spread her legs and fingered her. Zofia never felt more vulnerable than laying there naked letting a strange boy play with her most private parts. She was shocked when he placed his head between her legs and began to lick her pussy. She almost began to panic but when he ran his tongue over her clit, she immediately relaxed and began to moan in pure pleasure. She had never felt anything so wonderful before. Her breathing got heavier the more he licked and sucked on her clit. An overpowering feeling crept over her body until she tensed up and let out a mild scream as she began to orgasm. Her sounds even made Don momentarily stop fucking Sylvia, who was now on all fours and look over at Zofia.
Don commented, "It sounds like your friend is enjoying herself."
"It sure does."
Zofia was a little embarrassed by her scream but she also felt ecstatic at experiencing her first orgasm. She was exhilarated and hotter than ever. When Chris asked her to suck his dick, she felt obligated to return the favor. As scared as she was, she got down on her knees between his outstretched legs. She took his erection in her hand, momentarily hesitating, while staring as the first hard dick she'd ever seen. She wondered what it would taste like. What if she didn't like it?
She licked her lips, gathered up all her courage, opened her mouth wide while closing her eyes, and lowered her head onto his awaiting cock. Zofia took as much of his dick into her mouth as she could, gagged a little then began to bob her head up and down like she had seen Sylvia do with Don. Now that the initial deed was done, Zofia decided sucking a dick wasn't so bad and was encouraged by the soft moans coming from Chris.
Chris encouraged her with supportive words, "That's it baby suck my dick. Oh, that feels good. Yeah, use your tongue just like that."
Zofia used her tongue to swirl around the hard hunk of meat in her mouth as her head bobbed. She was giving Chris her first blow job that she ever gave. Her teeth accidentally scraped against his shaft a couple of times out of inexperience but she began to enjoy giving her first lover a blow job.
When he asked her to stop and get back onto the bed, she knew that she was about to have sex for the very first time. After that night, she would no longer be a virgin. She began to get visibly nervous as she laid back and spread her legs. Chris put on a condom then climbed between her thighs but noticed she was shaking.
"Are you okay," he inquired.
"I, I, I've never done this before," Zofia replied sheepishly.
Chris looked surprised at first and then asked, "You're a virgin?"
She nervously nodded her head and he knew he had to go slow. He placed her legs over his shoulders, then rubbed his dick up against her dripping wet pussy to lubricate himself. He then began to push himself into her. His dick met with some resistance but he pushed a little harder as Zofia winced at the slight pain she was experiencing. Chris was excited that he was about to fuck a virgin, a first for him too. He kept pushing against Zofia's pussy until finally, the head pressed through which made her squeal a bit. He stopped for just a moment then pushed forward even more until he had his dick in as far as it would go.
At that moment, Zofia realized she was no longer a virgin; she had allowed a boy to enter her vagina. At first she was a little uncomfortable but as she relaxed now that the initial penetration was over, she began to enjoy being fucked. She even found it to be a little exciting to having sex while Don and Sylvia glanced over at them and with her and Chris seeing them having sex too.
Chris was fucking her harder now which was making her moan even louder. The bedsprings were squeaking and her tits were bouncing as they fucked. Chris then placed her on all fours so he could do her doggie style. By this time, Don had already cum in Sylvia's pussy and they were both watching the action of their mutual roommates. Chris began to fuck Zofia harder, tugging on her hair and slapping her ample ass. He then grunted and came in Zofia's pussy, shoving himself deeply inside her at first followed by several short deep thrusts until he was done. After he withdrew he noticed some blood on the bedspread. She really was a virgin.
For Zofia, the deed was now complete; she lost her virginity to a cute, young man she met during her first taste of freedom from her parents. The two couples then sat around the dorm room naked while drinking more beer. Zofia felt a little self-conscious sitting there without her clothes on in front of everyone and pulled the sheet up to cover herself.
Sylvia laughed at her while pulling the sheet away and told her, "Come on girl; we just watched you suck a dick and lose your virginity. Don't get shy now."
The boys quickly agreed. Chris was proud of his conquest and was glad to have a witness so none of his friends could think he was bullshitting when he would tell them all about the orientation. Zofia felt so naughty knowing her parents and especially her dad, would be fuming mad if they knew what she had just done but that's what made it so much fun too.
While they were drinking in the nude and getting to know each other better, there was still a sexual tension in the air. They were stealing glances at each other's nude bodies, trying not to be obvious; that is until Don spoke up.
"Why don't you ladies stand up and let us get a good look at you."
Zofia immediately began to blush but Sylvia took her by the hand and made her stand up. It was very difficult for Zofia to flaunt her nudity like that. It was one thing to sit there partially covered but it was embarrassing for her to openly display herself. She was drunk and still horny so it was easy for her to follow her roommate's encouragement. Chris had seen her but Don didn't get as good a view as he was now.
Both boys stared at every inch of the girls' nude bodies, drinking in the size of the breasts and nipples, how much hair Zofia had on her pussy compared to Sylvia being completely shaved and their nice, round asses. After a few minutes the girls really got into being on display and began to dance a little, bending over to shake their tits and give the boys better views of their asses and pussies. They were smiling and giggling and Zofia was gaining more confidence the longer they paraded around naked. This was one more act of defiance of her parents. Their little dance had a predictive effect on the young men as their dicks started to become erect that led Don to become bold once again.
"Damn, you ladies are gorgeous. See what you're doing to us," he said while looking down towards his crotch.
Sylvia was being coy when she asked, "Well what do you want us to do about it?"
Don replied," A blow job would be nice, right Chris."
"Absolutely."
Slyvia looked over at Zofia just before she replied, "I guess that's the least we can do."
Don sat next to Chris on his bed as the girls got down on their knees in front of them. Sylvia began to lick Don's balls and Zofia followed her lead, doing the same with Chris. Zofia was inexperienced and wanted to learn more about sex so she was mimicking the actions of Sylvia. While the boys were enjoying their blowjobs, they were grinning widely at their double luck with the girls and gave each other a fist pump for a memorable night.
The guys agreed it was time to fuck the girls and had them get on all fours side by side. They both entered their dates at the same time and began to furiously pump their pussies. They were playing with the girls' breasts and slapping their asses. The room was filled with grunts, groans, and moans of pleasure and reeked of sex.
At one point, Don turned to Chris and said, "Wanna switch?"
Without saying a word the boys withdrew from their dates and penetrated the others. Before Sylvia and Zofia could say anything or object they were being fucked by the other boy. Zofia found Don's dick to be larger and thicker than Chris'. She found herself having sex with a second young man that night, a Black man at that. Her father would disown her if he knew how far astray she went that night. Don and Chris were having a great time as they kept taking turns fucking Zofia and Sylvia.
Zofia had another orgasm while Don was fucking her who told her when she was done cumming, "Damn Zofia, you've got one hot pussy. It's too bad you've waited all this time to start having sex. Don't worry though, we'll try and make up for lost time."
He continued to pound her pussy hard with his fat cock until he shot his load deep into her. Even though he was wearing a condom, Zofia was still concerned about becoming pregnant. The boys tried to get Zofia and Sylvia to spend the night with them but Zofia wanted to get back to the dorm room so Sylvia agreed to accompany her.
On the way to their room, Zofia began to cry. She was tired, had too much to drink, and started to feel guilty about disobeying her father by not only losing her virginity but also letting Don fuck her too. To top it off, she defied her father by not only hanging out with a Black person but also having sex with him too.
She told Sylvia, "My father says that girls who have sex before marriage are sluts. Am I a slut?"
Sylvia tried to comfort her friend, "That's just a fairy tale Zofia. Most people have sex before marriage. You're just tired. We had a great time tonight. Don't let those thoughts ruin it. You're a woman now."
Sylvia helped get Zofia into bed where she slept off the alcohol she consumed until late the next morning. When she woke up the next day, Zofia had a hangover and a bad headache. Sylvia took her out to get a bite to eat and some coffee to help her friend wake up before her parents came to get her.
When her parents arrived, Zofia could barely look them in the eye. Her mother immediately wondered if something was wrong but Zofia told her she had a great time but must have gotten some bad food the previous night. She knew her mother didn't believe her but nothing more was said. Her father pretended he wasn't listening but Zofia knew he was concerned for his baby girl.
Over the next few weeks, things returned to normal. Zofia took a summer job so she could save up some money for when she went away to school and to buy some new clothes, some of which she had to keep hidden from her parents because they wouldn't approve of the short shorts, mini-skirts or tank tops she was purchasing.
There were tears when Zofia's parents dropped her off at the dorms to start the fall semester. She had mixed feelings about being left on her own for the first time in her life. She was both excited and scared but as soon as her tears dried after watching her parents drive away, she felt a sense of freedom. Sylvia arrived about an hour later and after helping her unpack, the girls went out to explore the activities going on around the campus.
There's an air of vibrancy around campus during move-in weekend. There were more people than during orientation and a lot of activity with parents dropping off their kids, sad goodbyes, and a sense of excitement for the start of a new school year. It was a right of passage from childhood to becoming a young adult and more independent.
As the girls roamed around the campus taking in the excitement of the weekend, Sylvia told Zofia as they were checking out the guys, "There's a lot of cute guys around. I hope we can find a couple of fun ones to keep us company tonight."
Zofia responded, "I don't know if I want to do what we did during orientation but I wouldn't mind having a little fun."
"Come on Zofia. Do I have to teach you how to have fun all over again? When was the last time you got laid?"
Zofia just smiled, "Not since orientation."
"Well, we're going to have to do something about that, won't we?"
Zofia only smiled but deep down she was feeling horny. Once a person starts having sex and realizes how good it feels, there is a natural desire to keeping on doing it. She was still conflicted between feeling guilty about not having saved herself for her wedding night as she had been taught since her childhood and her young body telling her she needed to have sex again.
As the girls made their way towards the student union where there were food trucks and music, Zofia asked Sylvia about her being attracted to Don at orientation. She wondered if her parents would be mad if they found out she had sex with a Black male. Sylvia told her that her parents wouldn't mind at all and she found Black men more attractive than white guys. Zofia told her about how prejudiced her parents were, particularly her father and they would kill her if they knew she let Don have sex with her. She was curious if Sylvia had other relations with Blacks.
Sylvia told her, "I actually prefer Black guys, especially the athletes."
"Why is that?"
"Well, you know what they say about Black guys and how well endowed they are."
"No, what do they say?"
Sylvia laughed and replied, "Where have you been hiding all these years? They have bigger dicks."
"Really?"
"Well, not all of them."
Sylvia went on, "The athletes have better bodies too. I love those muscles."
Zofia simply grinned at the knowledge her more experienced friend was sharing. The two young ladies got to know each other better as they headed towards the student union and found a huge crowd of people milling around, eating, and taking in the music. They were checking out guys and the guys were checking out the ladies. It looked like it was going to be a fun weekend before classes started on Monday.
As the ladies were standing line at one of the taco food trucks, a couple of tall, muscular, good looking African-American young men got in line behind them. Dwayne and Calvin introduced themselves to Zofia and Sylvia and struck up a conversation. It was a long line so they had plenty of time to talk before they got their food. The guys were juniors and wide receivers on the football team
When Sylvia heard that she turned and smiled at Zofia and commented, "Oh really?"
She then winked at her friend like she found what they were looking for. Zofia was still a little shy and followed her friend's lead. She was also anxious about being with the guys because of how her father would feel if he knew but he wasn't there and she was determined not to be a stick in the mud and ruin any chance of having a good time. Just because she was talking to a couple of Black guys doesn't mean anything was going to happen later. It was all innocent. Besides, she was eighteen, almost nineteen, and could hang out with whoever she wanted. It was also kind of fun to do something rebellious that her parents wouldn't approve of.
After the girls got their meals, Sylvia invited the guys to sit with them and the offer was quickly accepted. They all got acquainted as they ate, exchanging where they lived, what they were majoring in, and whether they were dating anyone at the time.
Sylvia told them, "No we don't have boyfriends. We were out looking for a couple of guys to hang out with for the evening."
Dwayne's eyes lit up and he responded, "Well, you don't have to look any further."
Calvin jumped in, "We have an apartment just off campus that we share with another guy on the team. We could go back there, have a few beers, we got some weed and we can chill."
Zofia was getting a little nervous because she could see where this was leading but Sylvia promptly replied, "That sounds like fun, doesn't it Zofia?"
"I, I uh, I guess so."
The girls didn't know that the members of the football team had a competition to see who could fuck the most freshman and Sylvia and Zofia were now prime targets on their first day on campus. The girls took the bait and now they had to reel them in. The girls were proud that they attracted the attention of a couple of older guys. The other freshman guys looked so young and Dwayne and Calvin were on the football team besides. Sylvia knew they could be the key to a wild social life while Zofia was only following the lead of her more outgoing friend.
As they were walking to the apartment, Calvin was walking beside Sylvia leaving Dwayne to walk with Zofia. Dwayne was telling her how beautiful she was with her lovely eyes and a warm smile. He told her she was sexy too. No one ever told her that before. His charm was working as Zofia began to feel more comfortable being with a Black male. She noticed the muscles in his arms and shoulders which were exposed by his tank top and his chest looked just as muscular. It had been more than almost six weeks since she had sex and her pussy was beginning to itch for attention but she still wasn't sure about having sex with an African American again, no matter how attractive and charming he was.
When they got to the apartment that they shared with another football player, Calvin went and got a joint, lit it up and passed it around. When it was Zofia's turn she was reluctant to try it. She was a good girl and marijuana was illegal. After some hesitation and encouragement, especially from Sylvia who seemed to have a devilish influence over her, Zofia inhaled the weed. She immediately began to cough out of control having never smoked anything before. She did better on the second puff and even better after that.
They started drinking beer and the effects of the joint were taking hold on Zofia. She was high for the first time and the alcohol was relaxing her even more. She was feeling sexy and there was some suggestive talk going back and forth between the guys and girls. Not long after that, Sylvia and Calvin were making out. As the sexual tension filled the air, Dwayne leaned in to kiss Zofia which she enthusiastically returned. As they kissed, Dwayne's hand began to roam over her ass, rubbing and squeezing her butt. Seeing no resistance, one of his hands made its way up to her tits. The weed and alcohol had an aphrodisiac effect on her and helped lower her inhibitions. Her pussy juices were flowing and she needed to have sex again.
Dwayne's hand began to run up Zofia's leg to her thighs. When she instinctively parted her legs to give him better access to her pussy. He was confident he was going to get laid tonight and enjoy some freshman pussy. She was so hot, she became bolder herself and began to stroke his erection through his shorts. She couldn't believe how big he was. It felt like he was bigger than Don.
Out of the corner of her eye, Zofia saw Sylvia accompanying Calvin to his bedroom. Sylvia gave her a wink and a smile as the door slowly closed. Deep down Zofia was disappointed; she enjoyed watching another couple having sex during orientation and also found that having an audience to her coupling made it even more exciting for her. Those thoughts quickly disappeared as Dwayne's hand began to massage her breasts underneath her shirt. He then helped her peel it off before removing her bra. He marveled at the size and fullness of Zofia's tits.
"Wow, you've got some nice titties, baby," he commented as he lowered his lips to suck on her nipples.
Zofia was moaning softly as Dwayne focused on her breasts before unzipping her shorts so he could slip his hand down them to finger her damp pussy. He had big hands with long fingers and found entrance difficult so he pulled off her shorts. Zofia lifted her ass off of the sofa so he could also slip off her panties. She laid back on the sofa as he stood up to take off his shorts and underwear in one motion, exposing his thick cock which had to be about nine inches long. Zofia marveled at its size and girth and temporarily being scared she might not be able to handle a dick that size; that was until he laid on top of her as they returned to their makeout session. He was finger fucking her while she stroked his big dick.
Dwayne sat up and suggested she suck his dick and Zofia quickly changed positions so she had access to his big black cock. She tucked her light brown hair behind her ear while stroking him, gathering the courage to try and get the monster cock into her mouth. She took a deep breath, opened her mouth wide, and lowered her head. Her full, white lips surrounded the black meat as the head entered her mouth, sliding along her tongue. She could barely get Dwayne's cock into her mouth and she gagged when he thrust his hips up, forcing more of himself into her mouth.
He told her, "Go slowly, don't try and take too much at one time."
Other girls have obviously had the same problem giving him a blow job. Zofia took his advice and bobbed her head slowly as her white lips surrounded his black cock. She gagged a few times and took as much as she could but still couldn't take it all. She was enjoying orally pleasing her black lover.
She thought, "if only my father could see me now."
In one way, it was an opportunity to rebel against all of his strict rules while she was growing up and not allowing her to have any kind of social life. It was also her chance to explore her sexuality that had also been suppressed but now that the floodgates have been opened, there was no stopping her now.
As hard as she tried, she could only get about half of the big cock into her throat. It wasn't bad for a girl who was only sucking her second dick. Zofia would gag every so often while Dwayne was instructing her on what he liked.
"Oh yeah baby, suck it just like that. Your lips feel so good around my dick. That's it, baby, take that dick as deep as you can."
Zofia was really trying her best to please her black lover. When Dwayne was ready to fuck her, he pulled her head off his dick and laid her back on the sofa, her legs spread wide, offering her pussy to him. She was a little concerned that his dick my hurt because of its size. He rubbed himself up and down against her dripping wet pussy for lubrication then began to enter Zofia. She took his dick into her without any problems. She remembered feeling the fullness of her pussy compared to Don or Chris but found it more pleasurable. Dwayne started to thrust himself in and out of Zofia and felt a deep feeling of pleasure as his big dick pounded her sweet, young pussy. Her big tits began to bounce as he fucked her harder which brought moans of passion from her.
"Oh God that feels so good. Fuck me Dwayne. Oh shit, fuck me."
She couldn't believe she was talking like that but she lost control of her inhibitions. He began to thrust harder and faster giving her an even more intense pleasure. She was high from the weed and alcohol which made the sex even better, sharpening her senses and filling her with complete rapture. Dwayne was playing with her breasts and sucking on her nipples enjoying her young body. Her utter enjoyment of his fucking made it even better for him. Zofia was screaming in uncontrollable pleasure and talking like she never had before.
"Fuck me Dwayne. Your big cock feels so good; don't ever stop fucking me. Oh God, I need a good fucking Dwayne. Give it to me good."
They were having sex for about 30 minutes when the guys' other roommate, Jamal, came home. He was a big black man, a defensive lineman on the football team who was 6'4" tall and tipped the scales at over 300 pounds. Dwayne and Zofia were fucking so intensely they never heard him come in.
Jamal politely interrupted his roommate, "Sorry brother. I didn't know, um, you had company."
Dwayne never stopped fucking Zofia and she didn't seem to mind the sudden intrusion so Jamal stood there and admired Zofia's body, figuring he'd enjoy the show until they threw him out of the room.
Jamal commented, "Damn, it looks like you got a hot one there bro."
"This is some damn good pussy. You really like getting it put to you, don't you babe?"
Zofia pussy was on fire and she even liked having an audience; it made the sex even hotter and more naughty and she responded, "I love getting fucked, Dwayne. I love your dick."
Dwayne then asked, "How about taking care of Jamal baby? Can you handle two of us?"
Jamal stood in awe, watching his roommate increase the vigor of his thrusts making Zofia's eyes roll into the back of her head with sheer bliss. She answered with a shrug of her shoulders which wasn't a negative response so Dwayne motioned with his head for him to join in. Jamal quickly undressed, exposing his huge body and hard on which wasn't as big as Dwayne's, maybe 7.5" and not as thick.
Zofia was so horny, she didn't mind having another dick to play with. Jamal fed her his dick and she hungrily began to suck it. She felt so slutty as she fucked and sucked the two Black athletes. After gagging on Dwayne's big dick, Jamal's was much easier to swallow and she was able to take his smaller black cock deep into her throat. He began to fuck her mouth, using her soft, white lips like a pussy. Zofia was acting like a wild woman who couldn't get enough black cock; her moans muffled by the dick in her mouth. Dwayne had been fucking her for about 45 minutes and told her he was about to cum.
When Zofia heard this, she stopped sucking Jamal long enough to tell him, "Don't cum in my pussy. I'm not on birth control."
That's when Jamal had a suggestion, "Let's switch places bro."
It seemed like a reasonable solution. The guys changed places with Zofia's mouth filled with Dwayne's dick and her pussy being filled by Jamal, who towered over the much smaller white girl. As Dwayne's breathing got heavier, Zofia momentarily became fearful of tasting the sperm that was about to be unleashed into her mouth but that didn't stop her from continuing to suck the big black cock in her mouth. She was too turned on to stop now. Besides, Dwayne had a hold of her head and was thrusting himself between her lips. As Dwayne was approaching his orgasm, Calvin and Sylvia came out of his bedroom and were stunned to see Zofia taking on two guys.
At that moment, Dwayne pushed himself deeper into Zofia's throat and began to cum, which made her gag. His sperm was dripping out of her mouth, down her chin and onto her chest as he continued to cum in her mouth while Jamal continued to fuck her pussy. Zofia struggled to keep up as the big black cock in her mouth continued to shoot sperm. It was her first taste of cum but it kept coming before she could decide if she liked it or not. She swallowed as much as she could until Dwayne finished. She licked his dick clean before he withdrew. After getting a good taste of sperm, Zofia decided it wasn't too bad and licked her lips to taste some more.
Calvin, who had been watching with Sylvia gave Dwayne a high five when he was done and said, "Damn dude, I thought you were going to drown her in cum for a minute."
"That little Polish girl is one hot piece of ass," Dwayne told him.
The room went silent as Calvin, Sylvia, and Dwayne passed around another joint, had more beers, and watched Jamal fuck Zofia. His big body was now draped over her as he pounded her pussy. Zofia looked over at her audience and began to cum herself. Her orgasm drove Jamal to the edge and he remembered she wasn't on birth control so he climbed up towards her chest and told her to wrap her titties around his dick. She obeyed his request as he started to titty fuck Zofia. On his upstroke, he would stop with the head of his dick near her lips so she could suck it for him before he would go back to fucking her between her breasts.
He tried to hold out as long as he could but he now needed to release the pressure that was building in his balls. He thrust his dick up into Zofia's face as he held her head up. She opened her mouth as he began to spray his cum onto her face and onto her tongue. His cum tasted more tangy than Dwayne's and she tried to catch as much as she could into her mouth. When Jamal was almost done with his orgasm, he fed his dick to her so she could suck him dry. She sucked on his cock, swirling her lips around it, milking him dry.
When Jamal was done cumming, he withdrew his dick from between Zofia's lips and proclaimed, "You were right bro, she is one hot piece of ass."
Zofia had been thoroughly fucked by two big black men and she was now left naked on the sofa with her face and tits covered in cum. Sylvia told her she was proud of her for letting loose and joked that Zofia kept all that cock to herself. The guys told Sylvia not to worry, there was plenty left for her. Zofia cleaned herself up and joined the rest of them in smoking more weed and drinking. The two girls were sitting around naked with three naked Black men and Zofia noticed that Calvin was almost as large as Dwayne but not quite. She wondered what his dick felt and tasted like. She was curious but didn't want to seem anxious to have sex with him.
Zofia was getting more comfortable being naked in front of the guys and was enjoying the attentive glances she was receiving. She made no effort to cover up her breasts or to keep her legs closed. The others made her feel a little self-conscious when they commented on her hairy pussy but she never even considered grooming herself down there until she saw Sylvia's bare pussy during orientation.
The five of them were passing joints and drinking beer while everyone was wondering what was going to happen next. The wondering ended when Calvin started to get an erection from partying with the naked coeds. He was eyeing up Zofia and she was trying to hide her curiosity about what he was like in bed.
Calvin broke the ice when he asked, "So Zofia, do you want to find out what sex is like with a real man?"
The other guys started their smack talk in return and it became a game challenging the ladies to see who was the best lover. The girls knew it was just a way to get them to have sex again but played along.
Sylvia even played along with her own smack talk of her own, "Who says you guys will even be in my top three list of best lovers?"
Sylvia was just as curious to see what it would feel like to have a dick as big as Dwayne's in her pussy and liked the thought of being dominated by Jamal's large body. They decided to go into Jamal's room because he had a king-sized bed. The girls laid back on the bed while Dwayne and Jamal surrounded Sylvia and Calvin pulled Zofia towards the edge and got down on his knees so he could please her orally. He was kissing her legs and thighs before working his way up towards her pussy. When she looked down, she noticed Calvin had a very long tongue and was intrigued by what he might be able to do with it. Her hips started to move as he began to tongue fuck her. She wasn't very experienced receiving oral sex but she could tell Calvin knew his way around a woman's cunt. He would stick his long tongue in her as deep as he could then lick all around her lips without touching her clit then repeat the process again and again. She was trying to maneuver her hips so he would lick her clit but he wasn't done teasing her.
When Calvin finally started to focus on Zofia's clit, he brought her to a quick, intense orgasm. He wasn't finished yet. He lapped up all of her juices with his long tongue and began to suck on her clit again until she had another orgasm. She came so hard this time that she squirted some of her juices into his mouth. It was so intense that, at first, she thought she might have urinated but it was only a wild orgasm. He let her catch her breath for a moment before having her switch places so she could suck his dick. He gave her so much pleasure that she wanted to give him an equally pleasurable blow job.
As she got down on her knees between Calvin's outstretched legs, Zofia was determined to take her time as she had seen Sylvia do when giving blow jobs. She let her long, light brown hair trace over his thighs and even softly tickle his balls. By doing this, he could also feel her hot breath against the sensitive skin of his pubic region while increasing the anticipation of her pending blow job. She then began to kiss his upper thighs while ever so slowly stroking his shaft before she began to flick her tongue over his balls.
Zofia gently sucked on each of his balls before tracing her tongue up and down Calvin's lengthy shaft. She then traced her tongue over the large, mushroomed head of his dick, taking time to lick the precum that was leaking from the tip. She used the tip of her tongue to follow along the underside of the head, then gave it long laps like she was licking a dripping ice cream cone. Zofia was so proud that she had Calvin squirming, moaning, and begging for more. She was new to having sex and cocksucking and she was gaining more experience with every blow job she gave.
She licked and sucked the shaft then worked her way up to sucking and swirl her tongue around the head while Calvin tried to force more of his dick into her mouth but she resisted. This was the first time in her limited sexual experience that she felt she was in control. Zofia then let more and more of his cock enter her mouth. She had more than half in her mouth before she gagged.
As she glanced to her side, she saw Jamal and Dwayne having their way with Sylvia. Jamal was thrusting away at her pussy while she struggled to take Dwayne's big black cock into her throat, gagging at times herself. Zofia felt better knowing Sylvia was gagging on his cock too.
Calvin kept moaning as Zofia's head bobbed in his lap. His large, black hands cupped her head as he thrust his hips up, forcing more of himself into her mouth. At first, she struggled to take him deep in her mouth but eventually, he worked his entire cock into her throat. Zofia felt a sense of accomplishment at being able to deepthroat a dick for the first time. Calvin even held her head still when he was buried deep into her throat as her tongue swirled around it. She finally had to force her head off his cock so she could catch her breath. It was Calvin's way of taking control and making Zofia become a little more submissive.
Calvin then bent her over on the edge of the bed and approached her from behind, entering her pussy in one quick thrust which caught Zofia by surprise. He quickly began to fuck her hard and fast which made her moan and scream out loud.
Jamal looked over at Dwayne and told him, "Damn, Calvin's going to town on that white pussy."
"He sure is. It looks like she's getting addicted to some Black dick too."
Once more, Zofia found herself crying out in pleasure from getting her pussy used by a black cock. Her father would be furious if he knew she was now getting fucked by a third Black man in one night. That's also what made it even more pleasurable; she was asserting her independence, rebelling against her strict upbringing by not only having sex before marriage but fucking and sucking multiple Black men and finding extreme pleasure from it.
Dwayne was now fucking Sylvia and Jamal decided to stuff his dick into Zofia's mouth which she gladly did. Both men were now playing with her tits, tweaking her nipples which helped drive her to another orgasm. Calvin then switched places with Jamal who took his turn fucking the Polish freshman for the second time that night.
The guys had already cum once and so they were able to fuck a lot longer this time around. They kept switching partners in different combinations. It was turning into a full-fledged orgy. Sylvia found herself riding Calvin while Jamal fucked her ass as Dwayne was fucking Zofia. The guys wanted to fuck Zofia's ass but she refused. She wasn't ready for that kind of kinky sex.
The three Black men were using Zofia and Sylvia for their sexual pleasure but the girls were also having the sexual experience of their young lives too as the guys took turns with their young bodies. Dwayne had cum in Sylvia's pussy while Jamal came in her ass. Zofia took Calvin's load in her mouth as she did the others; tasting the sperm of all three Black men.
She now realized she enjoyed orally satisfying a cock as well as the taste of sperm.
After a short rest, smoking another joint and a few more beers the girls found themselves getting fucked again that night. It's not that they were being forced into sex; they wanted it just as badly, if not more, as the men. By the end of the night, Zofia's pussy was sore and the muscles of her jaw were tight. She couldn't fuck or suck anymore. She was also exhausted from being physically and emotionally drained from all of the sex, drugs, and alcohol and fell asleep, naked in Jamal's bed.
In the early morning, Zofia woke up, groggy and hungover, at first not knowing where she was. Once she realized she never left the apartment, she went looking for her clothes and Sylvia. She could only find her shorts and top, then saw Sylvia in Dwayne's bed. She woke her up to tell her she was going back to their dorm with Sylvia telling her she'd join her. Both girls did the "walk of shame" back to their dorm room. They looked a mess, with their hair mussed and caked with sperm. They had trouble walking as they were sore from fucking and sucking three black cocks all night long. Zofia's tits were bouncing freely and shown underneath her top. Luckily, only a few people saw them as they made their way back to their own beds. Both young ladies slept until that afternoon, then showered before going to get something to eat. Zofia's head was still pounding.
Over breakfast, Sylvia told Zofia, "The first thing we're going to do on Monday is get you to the health office and get you on birth control."
Zofia couldn't argue with her friend's observation. She was deathly afraid of getting pregnant, especially if the father was a Black man. Her father would disown her. He would probably do that if he ever found out what she had done on her first day on campus. She did feel better after having some coffee and getting something to eat. The conversation then turned to who they enjoyed in bed.
They both agreed that they loved Dwayne's big black cock in their pussys but found it difficult to blow him. Jamal's was easier to suck because it wasn't as big and both girls loved Calvin's oral expertise. Zofia then inquired about Sylvia having anal sex with Jamal.
Sylvia informed her, "It's not so bad if you have a lot of lubrication. The feeling of having a dick in your ass and pussy at the same time is incredible. You also have to relax and let it happen. If you tense up, it will make it hurt."
Zofia then inquired, "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"After what we've done together, I think it would be alright."
"Is it hard to shave yourself, you know, down there?"
Sylvia grinned and replied, "It's not bad. It takes some getting used to. Why? Did you want to try it?"
"I don't know. The guys seemed to like it."
"When we get back to the dorm, I can show you if you like."
Zofia responded, "Thank you. I've never had a friend like you that I could talk to about these things."
The bond between Sylvia and Zofia was fairly strong after what they had done together and they were just beginning to get to know each other. When they got back to the dorm, Sylvia made her friend get undressed. She laid out a towel on the bed and had Zofia sit over it. Sylvia then retrieved a small hair trimmer and began to shave off as much hair as she could from Zofia's pubic area, leaving nothing but stubble. Zofia felt a little awkward letting her friend trim her hair with her legs spread wide open but they had already shared a couple of wild nights filled with sexual exploration together so this was comparatively mild.
Sylvia then told her, "Okay now go take a shower and I'll get ready for when you are done. Wash that area really well, then hurry back here."
Zofia followed Sylvia's instructions and returned only wearing a towel which she placed underneath her, waiting for the next step. Sylvia had a large bowl of water and a warm washcloth ready. She placed the washcloth over the area that was about to be shaved for a quick minute, then got shaving gel and applied it to Zofia's pubic area.
When Sylvia picked up the razor, Zofia got a little nervous but it was too late to turn back now. It's not easy to let someone approach your genital area with a razor. It was also kind of a turn on to be letting her friend shave her pubic area too but she wasn't going to tell her that.
Sylvia slowly shaved Zofia's pubic hair for a minute before turning the razor over so she could try it herself. When Zofia was done, Sylvia took the razor back to touch up some spots her friend had missed then wiped her pussy clean. She took out a mirror so Zofia could see.
Zofia confessed, "This is the first time I've ever looked at my pussy like this, you know, with my legs wide open."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"No I'm not kidding. I've looked at myself in the mirror in my room but never like this. I've seen diagrams."
Sylvia began to point out various areas of Zofia's pussy, sort of like a guided tour. Zofia felt a little funny but she was also developing a bond with her roommate. When Sylvia pointed out Zofia's clitoris, she flicked it a little with her finger as Zofia let out a soft moan.
"That's the clit or love button. That's what makes us cum."
Sylvia kept rubbing Zofia's clit as her roommate moaned in pleasure. Zofia wanted to stop her but it felt so good; she felt helpless to put an end to her enjoyment. Her hips began to move a little in rhythm to Sylvia's hand gestures and her breathing got heavier. In her mind she wanted to tell her to stop, that it was wrong for two females to be doing this. Even though her strict Polish upbringing was in conflict with her immediate pleasure, Zofia's body would not let her bring an end to her roommate's manual manipulations of her clit.
Sylvia was getting excited too and as Zofia's was approaching an orgasm, she lowered her head and began to finger fuck her friend while licking and sucking on her clit. Zofia knew this was wrong but it felt so right at the moment and she was powerless to stop Sylvia from licking and fingering her pussy. She then came to an explosive orgasm as Sylvia licked the cum from her pussy.
When Zofia's orgasm had subsided, Sylvia lifted her head, her lips glistening with her friend's juices. She was momentarily afraid Zofia would be mad but she saw a broad smile on her face and she came up and began to kiss Zofia. They were making out on the bed and Sylvia quickly stripped off her clothes. They kissed and made out touching and feeling each other's breasts. Sylvia then brought Zofia's hand down between her legs and Zofia inserted one of her fingers. She found Sylvia's pussy dripping wet as she continued to finger her while the girls alternately sucked on each other's tits.
Zofia knew that Sylvia probably wanted her to return the favor and please her orally. She was scared but excited. She felt Sylvia's hands putting light pressure on her head while she sucked on her tits and finger fucked her. She knew what Sylvia wanted her to do but was gathering up the courage to go further. She kissed her way down between her friend's legs and stared at her damp pussy, trying to gather the courage to keep going.
Sylvia then told her, "Go ahead. Try it. Please, I'm so hot right now."
Not wanting to disappoint her friend, Zofia lowered her head and began to lick Sylvia's clit and received a positive, reinforcing moan from her. Sylia's hips were bucking as Zofia got her first taste of another woman's pussy. After getting over her initial reluctance, Zofia was now focused on pleasing her friend. She wanted to please her just as Sylvia had done for her. When Sylvia grabbed the back of her head and held it tight to her clit, Zofia knew she was about to cum and licked and sucked on her clit while thrusting her finger in and out of her pussy until her friend came to a wild orgasm herself.
Zofia was once again proud of herself for her sexual experimentation, now with another woman. She wondered if her father would be more upset with her letting several Black men have sex with her or if her having a bi-sexual experience with another girl would be worse in his mind. She didn't really care, she was being naughty and rebellious. She was no longer daddy's little girl. She was a woman now and could make her own decisions. She was asserting her independence from an overbearing father. She had fucked five different guys, four of them being Black and one girl and classes hadn't even started yet. This was only the beginning of her becoming more rebellious.
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When I was a young man, I saw many Eastern European fathers keep tight control over their daughters; so tight that they never had any fun at all. Young men were afraid to go anywhere near their house out of fear of the father. This control worked while their daughters were young but when they got older and got their first taste of freedom, the girls went wild. This is the second chapter of a story about one of those girls.
In the first chapter, Zofia got her first taste of freedom from her parents while away at her college orientation and promptly lost her virginity. After moving into the dorm the weekend before classes started, Zofia and her roommate met two Black football players that led to her discovering her love of big Black cock and enjoying multiple partners.
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After her sexual tryst with the three Black athletes and her first bi-sexual experience with Sylvia, Zofia was feeling guilty for going so far astray from what her parents had taught her and what she learned in Catholic school. Even though it was Saturday, she decided she would try to settle down now that classes were about to begin and hoped she got her deviant sexual desires out of her system. The problem was that, at times during the day, her mind would drift to recall the night she lost her virginity during orientation with Don and Chris or tasting another woman's pussy for the first time and the small orgy she had with Dwayne, Jamal and Calvin. When those memories popped into her mind, Zofia's pussy would start to get a little damp. She liked the feeling of having her pussy filled by Dwayne's big black cock while sucking on Jamal or Calvin's dick.
She remembered how each of their dicks tasted or how they felt in her pussy and how each of them fucked her in a distinct way, with each pleasuring her in a different manner. Whether it was hard, fast, rough or slow and easy, she liked the variety and enjoyed comparing them and how they made her feel. She recalled how differently each of their sperms tasted with Jamal's being more tangy than the others. Even though she had only sucked and fucked one white guy, she began to understand why Sylvial preferred Black athletes. They seemed to have bigger dicks, had more stamina and fucked her longer and harder than Chris did.
Everytime those sexual thoughts crept into her mind, Zofia tried to extinguish them but found her mind and body were constantly flashing back to her limited sexual experiences. While she only had sex on two occassions, she sucked and fucked multiple dicks each time and had done things some women only fantasize about.
Sylvia wanted to do a little shopping during the day and brought Zofia along with her. The activity helped Zofia get over her hangover and it was fun to do some clothes and food shopping to treat themselves. Zofia needed to update her wardrobe, and, with Sylvia's help, she picked out a couple of low cut tops and short skirts along with a few, sexier bra and panty sets. Sylvia was flirting with some of the young men who were checking them out as they shopped. Zofia's parents kept tight control of her when she was home and it was fun to have a close friend with whom she could hang out with and one that she shared some deep, dark secrets with. It was a fun girls day out.
Over lunch, they both got a text from Dwayne and Calvin wondering if they wanted to hang out again later that night. Sylvia immediately responded to Calvin that she'd love to meet up again while Zofia wasn't so quick to reply.
"What's the matter Zof, don't you want to have a little more fun? Come on, it's Saturday night. We need to have some fun before classes start."
"I don't know Sylvia; I don't want to get a reputation as being, you know, a slut or anything."
Sylvia laughed at her friend and replied, "Those are old fashioned ideas. Women are allowed to enjoy sex too. Come on. You had fun last night and besides, Dwayne has that huge cock."
Zofia's juices began to flow a little while recalling the feeling of Dwayne's big black cock filling her pussy and gave in, "Alright. I guess one more time would be okay."
She then replied to Dwayne's text telling him she'd join him that evening. Zofia was a little nervous at going out with a Black man again but excited at the same time. She let loose of a lot of her inhibitions the night before and had a great fucking time or, better yet, a great time fucking.
Sylvia helped Zofia get ready for their date with the guys. She helped her apply makeup that Zofia never really wore very often and did up her hair in a ponytail. Zofia put on her new push up bra that enhanced her cleavage and a v-neck button down sweater. Zofia was showing off more cleavage than she ever had before and wasn't entirely comfortable but decided to trust Sylvia's judgement. Her outfit was topped off with a shorter than usual mini jean skirt and 4 inch heels. Sylvia dressed in her own low cut top, mini skirt and heels.
They looked at themselves in the mirror and Zofia asked, "Do you think we look too sexy?"
Sylvia shook her head and replied, "There's no such thing as too sexy. Let's go."
They headed downstairs to meet the guys and went to a local chain restaurant for a casual dinner. Over their dinner double date, Dwayne placed his hand on Zofia's knee; seeing no resistance, his hand gradually went higher and higher up her leg to her thigh. She wanted to stop him but she was also getting excited by letting him do this in a public place. She felt so naughty as her legs instinctively parted to give him further access to her upper thighs. She let out a quiet squeal when he brushed his finger across the front of her panties which were already starting to get damp. Zofia tried to maintain her composure but it was getting increasingly more difficult the more Dwayne massaged her pussy through the satin material of underwear. When the waiter came over he noticed that Dwayne was playing with his date's pussy and tried his best to hide his knowing grin.
By the time they finished dinner, Zofia was more than ready to go back to the apartment for some more fun. Dwayne and Zofia began to makeout in the backseat and he had his finger deep inside her pussy by the time they arrived at their place. Dwayne was a wide receiver with big hands and long fingers and he knew how to massage a girl's pussy with them. Once inside, the drinks began flowing and the joints began to get passed around. It wasn't long before clothes began to come off and soft moans began to fill the room. Calvin had stripped Sylvia of her clothes and was busy expertly licking her pussy until she had multiple violent orgasms. Zofia was jealous because Calvin was better at oral sex than Dwayne who was lapping at her cunt until she had orgasmed.
Zofia found herself on her knees sucking Dwayne's massive cock. She was no longer threatened by its size but saw it more as a challenge to stuff as much of it into her throat as she could without gagging. While she was getting better, taking almost half of it, she still gagged when she took it further. Dwayne was still impressed as most girls couldn't even get that far. As her head bobbed, she could see out of the corner of her eye that Sylvia had now straddled Calvin and was riding his cock as her tits bounced in his face.
Dwayne stopped Zofia's blow job and told her, "I need some of that young white pussy baby," before he laid her back on the sofa with her legs spread wide and slowly slid his big dick into her.
Her eyes rolled back into her head as Dwayne slowly fucked her to start. She loved the feeling the fullness in her pussy; it wasn't like the others she had sex with. She didn't know if anyone could satisfy her again unless they were as big as Dwayne. She was becoming addicted to his big black dick. She began to moan louder as he picked up the pace, pounding her pussy harder and faster. Her tits were flopping in rhythm to his thrusts. He was fondling her breasts at the same time and would even lean in to suck her nipples as he pounded her pussy with his massive manhood. The faster he fucked her, the louder her moans became until she came again.
After Zofia recovered, Dwayne had her get on top so she could ride him. He sucked and played with her tits which were right in front of his face. Zofia loved bouncing on his big black cock. It felt so good as the dark meat filled her pussy. When she began to tire, Dwayne had her bend over so he could fuck her from behind. Calvin had Sylvia in this position too and Zofia wondered if they would switch partners like they did last time.
Just as she thought, after fucking the girls from behind side by side, Calvin asked, "Wanna switch bro?"
Without saying a word, Dwayne withdrew from Zofia and was quickly replaced by Calvin. His dick was big, but not as big as Dwayne's but she still liked the feeling of a different dick in her pussy. Calvin fucked her harder than Dwayne and was tugging on her ponytail while slapping her ass. She discovered she liked the rough treatment while a dick plowed her pussy. It made her feel so slutty and submissive, especially getting fucked by a black man and enjoying every second of it. He started to pick up his pace even more and Zofia was lost in the rapture of pleasing him while feeling immense gratification herself.
Just before she was about to warn him not to cum in her pussy seeing she wasn't on any birth control, Calvin grabbed hold of her hips, lunged deep into her, grunted loudly and announced, "Oh, baby your pussy feels so good. I'm cumming."
It was too late to stop him as she felt his cock pulsating and with each twitch, he shot more cum into her. They both were breathing heavy trying to catch their breath when Zofia began to worry about getting pregnant. She was still bent over, resting when she felt Dwayne's dick being thrust into her. He was fucking her hard too and she asked him not to cum in her pussy but he didn't listen. She felt his black dick begin to shoot cum into her also, adding his load to that of his teammate. Zofia's unprotected cunt was now filled with the sperm of two virile black men.
When Dwayne withdrew, Zofia immediately went to the bathroom in an attempt to squeeze as much cum out of her as she could. She was deeply worried she would get pregnant. How would she explain that to her parents who taught her she needed to remain pure until her wedding night? To make matters worse, she would have to explain that the father could be either of two black men. She began to have a slight panic attack but quickly regained control of herself, not wanting to spoil the party, before returning to the living room to join the others. She pulled Sylvia aside to inform her of her fears, her friend told her not to be concerned, that she shouldn't worry about it.
When Zofia pressed Sylvia about what she should do, her friend told her, "First, the chances of you being pregnant are slim and there are pills that would take care of it. Just relax, let's have a good time. Trust me."
That calmed Zofia down somewhat and with more alcohol and joints being passed around, it helped her put her fears aside for the moment. The girls fucked and sucked Calvin and Dwayne into the wee hours of the morning then went back to their dorm..
When they woke up, Zofia and Sylvia had a long conversation on how Dwayne and Calvin were good in bed and could screw all night. Zofia then got scared when she remembered she had taken multiple loads of cum in her pussy and started getting nervous about possibly being pregnant. They talked more over a late breakfast about possible options. Zofia was due to get her period at any time so Sylvia told her there was no reason to panic, she was late in her cycle and couldn't get pregnant anyway.
They spent Sunday buying the rest of their books and getting ready for classes to begin. They socialized with some of the other people on their floor. In other words, it was a normal day before classes began.
When classes started on Monday, it was easier for Zofia to put some of her deviant thoughts behind her. She was getting used to the college educational culture, buying books, reading and preparing for classes. She also got her period which gave her one less thing to worry about. She even met a Polish exchange student, Piotr but everyone called him Pete and he developed a liking for his Polish classmate, Zofia. She liked him too; he was handsome and polite, a nice Polish boy like her parents hoped she would meet some day. He was a little shy, spoke broken English and was ecstatic when he was able to converse with Zofia in his native language seeing she spoke Polish at home with her parents when she was younger.
It was a long stressful week at school for Zofia between being away from home for the first time, dealing with her new found independence and missing her family regardless of how strict her parents were. Dwayne was texting her all week wanting to hook up again but she told him she was too busy which was true but as Friday rolled around she felt she needed a little relief. Even though she liked Pete, he was too shy to ask her out which left Zofia disappointed.
Late in the week, Sylvia was asking Zofia if she wanted to double date with Calvin and Dwayne. Even though part of her was hesitant to continue her sexually decadent lifestyle, her pussy needed some attention. Her thought began to drift to recalling how Dwayne's big black cock filled her pussy and how Calvin fucked her harder and was more rough.She marvelled at the size of Dwayne's dick even when he wasn't erect. It wasn't until late Friday afternoon that she agreed to another double date. It was going to have to be an early night anyway seeing the guys had a football game on Saturday.
Sylvia and Zofia both dressed in tight black leggings that showed off every curve of their ample asses. Sylvia wore a simple tank top and Zofia wore an off the shoulder top. They put on their makeup and made their way over to the guys' apartment for some pizza, beer, weed and sex. There was no pretense anymore on what would happen when they got together with Calvin and Dwayne. When the girls arrived the men had their hands all over the girls' bodies, freely fondling their asses and tits. Sylvia and Zofia would playfully slap their hands away, pretending they were upset but everyone knew where this evening was headed as sexual tension gradually filled the air.
Shortly after dinner, the girls found themselves naked, kneeling on the floor giving the guys blowjobs. Zofia had gotten to enjoy having sex in the same room as Sylvia and Calvin. It also made it easier for them to swap partners. Zofia was getting better at taking Dwayne's big black cock down her throat but she still couldn't swallow it all yet but she kept trying. Her enthusiasm and effort made her blow jobs even more pleasurable for Dwayne too. Even though she wasn't as experienced as some girls he'd been with, Zofia was still able to take more of his big dick than most other women. She savored the taste and size of his manhood too. He was so big, she wasn't sure a smaller cock could satisfy her anymore. Her only mission now was to get him good, hard and excited until he used his black cock to fuck her white pussy. Until then she used her pink lips to make him groan in pleasure.
They all decided to retreat to Dwayne's room so they had more room than being on the sofa. Before they got onto the bed, Sylvia pulled Zofia aside with an idea she had. The guys could tell she was reluctant to do whatever Sylvia was suggesting.
Sylvia knew she could talk Zofia into most anything now and pulled her arm and said, "Come on. It will be fun."
Dwayne and Calvin didn't know what was going on but watched as the girls climbed onto the bed. Sylvia, laid down as she instructed Zofia to straddle her head. The guys' eyes widened when they realized what they were about to witness. Sylvia quickly began to lap at Zofia's pussy, stopping only to encourage her to do the same. The girls were now in a full fledged sixty-nine, giving the men a show they'd never forget.
Calvin turned to his friend and said, "Damn, these girls are freaks."
He then poked Dwayne with "watch this" kind of look and climbed onto the bed behind Zofia. He then slid his black cock into her while Sylvia continued to lick her clit. Zofia stopped licking Sylvia's cunt at times because she was moaning so loudly, feeling the double pleasure of having a big black cock penetrate her pussy while her friend titillated her clit. Dwayne wanted his turn also and they shared Zofia while Sylvia continued to work on her clit. She tried to lick Sylvia's pussy but the intense pleasure she was receiving was too much of a distraction. After she came to two violent orgasms, Sylvia asked her to switch places.
Sylvia straddled Zofia's head as Dwayne started to fuck her hard. Zofia got a close up view of him pounding her friend's cunt while she began to lick her clit. She felt an obligation to help her friend experience the same intense orgasms she had. Sylvia started to cum and that triggered Dwayne's orgam too. Zofia could see his thick shaft pulsating while pumping his sperm into Sylvia as her pussy tightened around his cock. Some of Dwayne's cum leaked out of Sylvia and Zofia quickly licked it up. When he withdrew, he offered his black dick for Zofia to lick clean. Before Calvin entered Sylvia, Zofia lapped at her pussy to lick up more sperm.
Calvin was now fucking Sylvia while Zofia licked her clit and it didn't take long for them to come to a mutual orgasm. Zofia licked Calvin clean before Sylvia squeezed the cum from her pussy which Zofia licked up like it was a sweet nectar. Sylvia returned the favor by licking her friend's pussy too.
The girls were so consumed in pleasing each other they didn't notice that Jamal had returned home joined by one of the football team's offensive linemen, James, a huge black man and they were quietly watching the action. Dwayne motioned for them to join in the fun so the two football linemen stripped off their clothes. Before the girls could object, the two men began to fondle them. Sylvia didn't mind at all but Zofia had some second thoughts but never said "no" either James spread Zofia's legs and quickly entered her while Jamal did the same to Sylvia.
Jame's big black, muscular body hovered over her while his eight inch dick pounded her pussy. Zofia felt so slutty, letting herself be used by someone she didn't even know and didn't even know his name at the time, but she was beginning to get addicted to big black cock. The feeling of having a full pussy made Zofia's guilt disappear as she got lost in the pure pleasure of getting fucked again. James and Jamal switched partners with Zofia having sex with the fourth black man that night. Her father would disown her if he ever found out but that was part of what made it so pleasurable. Since starting her college life, Zofia was doing something rebellious for the first time in her life and having fun doing it.
Zofia felt totally dominated being alternately fucked by the two huge black men. She knew she was just another piece of ass to them but that somehow also turned her on. It may have been the alcohol or the drugs or her increasing libido but she felt like they were just another couple of dicks to be used to satisfy her sexual desires. She had another orgasm as James dumped his load deep inside her.
The men wanted to continue to party all night but they knew they couldn't because of their game the next day so the party came to an early end. Sylvia and Zofia had big smiles on their faces as they staggered back to their dorm while comparing notes on the guys they just got done fucking and sucking.
After sleeping late the next morning, Zofia woke up with another hangover and feeling sluggish. She also went through another round of feeling guilty for her slutty behavior the night before. She kept thinking about how horrified her parents would be if they found out she let four black men have sex with her in one night. Heck, her parents would have a fit finding out that she had sex with just one Black man. Her racist father would never speak to her again. She promised herself she would try to control herself in the future but there were other voices in her head that recalled how wonderful it felt to have her pussy filled with big black cock and her multiple orgasms. She tried to quiet those voices when they would creep into her mind but they kept coming back.
In a way to absolve herself of any responsibility for having sex with multiple men on several occasions, she began to blame the bad influence of Sylvia, after all, Zofia never would have done such deviant sexual acts on her own. She decided she would try to hang out with other people besides her roommate. She made excuses not to accompany Sylvia when she went out to get something to eat and do some shopping later that day.
While having a late breakfast by herself at an on-campus coffee shop, Zofia was excited to receive a text from Piotr wondering if she wanted to go to dinner and a movie later that night. She quickly accepted his offer. It was an opportunity to go on a real date with someone she could tell her parents about; someone that would make them proud of her.
When Sylvia found out Zofia had a date, she was a little annoyed. She planned on going back to Dwayne and Calvin's apartment and was disappointed her roommate wouldn't be joining her. Zofia dressed modestly for her date, wearing a black casual sundress and sandals and a touch of makeup.
Over dinner, Zofia found the conversation with Piotr kind of dull. She tried to pay attention to him but her mind was drifting off, wondering what Sylvia might be doing with Calvin and Dwayne and possibly others. Pete was a nice boy and she really wanted to like him. He held her hand on the way to the movie and she could tell that he really liked her a lot, more than she liked him.
After the movie, they were trying to decide what to do next and Zofia was a little taken back when Piotr suggested, "We could go back to my dorm room. My roommate went home for the weekend."
She wasn't that attracted to him but she figured she might feel differently after they had sex so she replied, "Uh, sure, we could go to your room."
Piotr got a big smile on his face and quickly drove back to his dorm. He held her hand tightly as they walked up to the building and down the hall to his room, running into several people along the way. He was proud that he had a beautiful girl with him and knew people would figure out what they were about to do. Zofia was like a trophy for him.
He didn't waste any time kissing Zofia almost as soon as the door was closed, taking her by surprise. He was an awkward kisser but she wanted to see what the rest of the night would be like. She returned his kisses while his hands grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. He was clutching her ass, not caressing or fondling her which told her he wasn't an experienced lover, not like Dwayne and his friends. He awkwardly fondled her breasts through her dress before she lifted her arms to let him slip it over her head. She thought he was going to cum in his pants when he saw her in her bra and panties. He began to breathe faster and looked like he'd never seen a woman in her underwear before. He wasn't a virgin but also wasn't that experienced either and had never been with a girl as beautiful as Zofia but she would become the first American to have sex with him.
He quickly stripped while she removed her bra and panties, getting naked before he did. She watched as he pulled off his t-shirt and tighty whities. He was thin and pure white, almost ghostly looking with no muscle definition or tone at all; nothing like the black athletes she was used to seeing naked. His penis was small, maybe 5 inches and he was completely hard too. After seeing him naked, Zofia no longer wanted to have sex with him but she figured it was too late to turn back now and hoped he might surprise her in bed.
They began to kiss again while Piotr fondled her naked body. He sucked on her tits for a quick moment before leading her over to the bed. He fingered her pussy for about 30 seconds and climbed between her legs. Zofia felt his tiny dick enter her pussy but it didn't feel anywhere near as good as the big black cock she was used to. He pumped his little dick into her and came after only a couple of minutes leaving Zofia completely unsatisfied. Piotr rolled over onto the bed and quickly fell asleep.
In her mind she was thinking, "Is that it?"
She waited a minute to see if he would wake up, then got dressed and left his room. On the lonely walk back to her dorm, she couldn't help but think she wasted an evening. In her mind, she was wondering what Sylvia was doing and her pussy got wet thinking of all the black cock she must be fucking and sucking. She thought about joining her but decided she would resist the temptation and just go back to her room.
When Zofia got back to her dorm, her pussy still needed some attention so she stripped naked and began to play with herself. Her thoughts drifted to the previous men she had fucked and sucked; how she missed being with multiple guys, how she loved big black cock and how much her pussy needed it. A little dick would never be able to satisfy her. She played with her clit while fingering her pussy, dreaming of getting her fill of black cock again. She brought herself to an intense orgasm reliving in her mind how she got fucked last night while Sylvia ate her pussy.
After bringing herself off, Zofia drifted off to sleep. She heard Sylvia come in early in the morning but she quickly fell back to sleep. The next morning, Zofia got up earlier than Sylvia and went out on her own to get some breakfast and do some studying in the library. She didn't catch up with Sylvia until later in the afternoon and exchanged all the details of their previous night's adventures.
Zofia told her about her disappointing date with Piotr, what a little dick he had and how he came so quickly. Sylvia didn't have the same problem. When she got to Calvin and Dwayne's apartment there were three other guys there with them, Jamal, James and Derrick. They had expected Zofia would be there and invited the others to share in the good white pussy they had discovered. Sylvia was somewhat nervous, knowing she was expected to service all of them but thought she was up to the challenge.
She told her roommate they played strip poker while they ate takeout food, drank and passed around some joints. She knew they were cheating but didn't mind slowly stripping off her clothes which only served to tease them, add to the sexual tension and anticipation for everyone. When she lost all of her clothes she agreed to blow the winner of the next hand, with everyone assuming she would lose. Derrick won and she began to suck his dick in front of the others. He had a massive dick himself, which she said rivaled Dwayne's and may have even been a little bigger. Zofia found it hard to believe someone had a bigger dick than Dwayne.
Jamal came up behind her while she was giving sucking Derrick's dick and started to fuck her from behind. That combination went on for a while but Calvin and Dwayne suggested moving her to the bedroom so Jamal picked her up like a doll and carried her onto his bed. Two guys then started taking turns with her pussy and mouth while the others were sucking on her tits or touching the rest of her bare skin. She loved being the center of attention of five black men.
The highlight of her evening is when Jamal was fucking her ass, while she was riding Dwayne and taking turns blowing three other black dicks in her face. She was able to get Calvin and James up her ass during the evening but Dwayne and Derrick were too big. By the time the night was over, she had fucked, sucked and got sodomized multiple times and was covered in cum. Zofia felt like she missed out on a great time.
Sylvia told her friend, "Just talking about all those big black cocks, has got my pussy all wet."
Zofia replied, "Hearing about it is making me all wet too."
Without saying a word, Sylvia looked at her roommate deep in her blue eyes and began stripping. At first Zofia didn't know what she was doing but it was almost like she could read Sylvia's mind so she began to strip too. When they were both naked they instinctively began to kiss and fondle each other, taking turns sucking on each other's tits. They maneuvered into sixty-nine with Sylvia straddling Zofia's head while leaning over within tongues reach of her pussy. Zofia could feel her roommate's hot breath on her cunt. Zofia didn't waste any time fingering and licking her roommates hot, wet pussy. Sylvia played with Zofia's pussy, fingering her and rubbing her clit before using her tongue to begin licking it. The girls went to town on each other, knowing just how the other liked to be licked and sucked.
After licking each other to a couple of intense orgasms, Sylvia told Zofia, "Next week is Homecoming weekend. There's going to be a party on Saturday after the game and the guys want us to make sure we are there. You have to be there Zof."
"After what you just told me, I wouldn't miss it. I can't believe someone has a bigger dick than Dwayne."
"Oh, you'll believe it when you see it or should I say when you feel it inside of you?"
During the course of the week, Sylvia was getting more details on the party after the game. They were playing their conference rivals and they expected the game to be over late that afternoon with the party getting started at about 6 o'clock. They wanted the girls to dress in bikinis and help serve drinks and shots. Zofia didn't have a bikini and Sylvia wanted a new one for this special occasion so they went shopping during the week.
They went to a swimsuit specialty store in the mall and began looking through the racks. Sylvia was shaking her head at some of the bikinis Zofia wanted to try on. They were much too conservative and Sylvia picked out a couple for her. Both girls went into the same changing room and stripped naked. There were mirrors on all sides so no matter which way they faced, they saw a different angle of their nude bodies.
The first one Sylvia picked out for Zofia could be described as two dots and a dash. It only covered the nipples on her ample tits and hid nothing more than her pussy lips in front with a thin string between her cheeks in back. She quickly rejected that one over Sylvia's objections. The next one was more modest, covering more of her private parts than the first but still showed plenty of cleavage and her ass cheeks. The last one didn't fit her right so Sylvia convinced her to buy the second one. Zofia wasn't real comfortable revealing that much skin but Sylvia had a lot of influence over her and she wouldn't be having as much sexual fun if she hadn't followed her guidance. Sylvia chose a slightly more revealing bikini for herself.
Over the next couple of days, Sylvia tried to prepare Zofia for what could possibly happen at the party. She said the guys would be gawking at them and the more everyone drank, the more they would try to grab and fondle them. She taught her friend how to give a shot from between her breasts, how to do body shots and how to give her ass more wiggle when walking in heels. Zofia was getting a little nervous but it was an exciting type of nervousness. She had been with multiple partners before but she had never been this obvious in offering her body to others. She never even wore a bikini before either. Her old fashioned parents wouldn't allow her to.
On Friday night, Calvin and Dwayne invited the girls over but let them know it would be an even earlier evening than last week seeing this was a big game for them. It would only be them and no one else. After dinner, things heated up as usual and the girls fucked and sucked the guys as they switched partners. When Dwayne was stuffing his dick into Zofia, she found it difficult to believe anyone had a bigger cock than his and was anxious to find out at the party. While she was blowing him, she was getting closer to taking him entirely into her throat. She was determined to keep working on her cocksucking skills until she accomplished her goal.
As promised, it was an early night and the girls went back to their dorm to make sure they got a good night sleep also, knowing that Saturday was going to be a long day and even longer night.
The campus was a buzz of activity on Saturday. Fans were tailgating early, alumni were in town and there were parties everywhere. The girls had good seats to the game thanks to their football friends. Zofia didn't know much about football but there was an excitement in the air and the fans were boisterous all game. The game was tied at half-time and there was electricity in the air. The home team was down by four points as the game was winding down but they had the ball and were driving down the field. The entire crowd was on their feet as the clock wound down.
There was time for one more play with the home team within 30 yards of the end zone. The quarterback dodged several rushers and unleashed a pass towards the end zone as time ran out. There was a crowd of players that converged as the ball came down. It bounced off several hands before Dwayne came down with the ball. The referee signaled a touchdown and the crowd erupted in a roar. Everyone was cheering, jumping up and down and hugging each other.
Sylvia told Zofia, "This is going to be one hell of a party tonight. I hope you're ready."
"I guess we have to be don't we?"
With the big win, the girls wanted to make this an especially memorable party as a reward for the team. The anticipation of an exciting night was already making their pussies damp. It took them a while to fight through the partying crowds to make their way back to their dorm to get ready for their big night ahead.
They each took long, hot showers and put their hair up with Sylvia's in a ponytail and Zofia in pigtails. They both applied more makeup than usual and made sure to use plenty of body spray. They put on their bikinis and checked themselves out in the mirror. Zofia couldn't believe she was going to do this. She had sex with multiple partners but she was now going to put herself on display at a party. She wasn't used to or comfortable with being the center of attention but she would be scantily clad for everyone to gawk at her and probably more. They put on short skirts and tank tops, 4 inch stiletto heels and got ready to leave. Sylvia was sure to pack some lubrication in case the evening lasted longer than she thought.
They gave each other one last look over, took a deep breath and closed the door behind them. They knew they looked good as they walked over to the apartment, enjoying the stares, comments and whistles.
"This is going to be a night to remember," Sylvia noted.
Zofia gave a nervous laugh and replied, "I hope I remember it," knowing they were probably going to get pretty drunk and high.
Sylvia laughed out loud and responded, "I guess you have a point there."
When the girls got to the apartment, there were people everywhere, a lot more than they thought. There were single guys and couples milling about inside and out. Even Sylvia got a little nervous but she didn't want to let Zofia know because she would get extremely nervous if she knew her more experienced friend was shaken. Someone handed them a drink as they made their way through the crowd to try and find one of the guys. They came upon Calvin and he greeted them with a big hug and the girls congratulated him on his big win. He grabbed Dwayne and escorted the girls off to a bedroom for them to change.
Calvin brought them a couple of beers and some shots along with a joint to smoke. Dwayne went off to talk to some of the guests; they all wanted to talk to the star of the game. Calvin informed the girls not to be too scared of the crowd; it would thin out as people were making the round of several off campus parties. Their job was to serve drinks and shots and look sexy.
After a beer, a couple of shots and smoking a joint, Sylvia and Zofia were ready to get started. Calvin watched as they stripped off their clothes,hung them up and put on their bikinis. He told them they looked fantastic and people would love them. He gave them both a kiss and hug while squeezing their asses and left to join the party.
Zofia gathered up all her courage and followed Sylvia out the door to start their waitress duties while wearing their tiny bikinis. Zofia's breasts were hanging out of her top no matter how many times she tried to adjust it. Her ass cheeks were almost fully exposed in back and her high heels gave her that extra wiggle in her walk as she made her way through the crowd serving drinks and shots. She was subjected to lude comments from the men in the crowd and dirty looks from the females. She tried to stay within eyesight of Sylvia, she was sort of a security blanket for Zofia but she eventually lost contact with her.
The more she wandered through the crowd, the more confident Zofia got and the sexier she felt. She started to let guys take shots from between her breasts and they, of course, would cop a feel in the process. The same thing happened as she walked through crowds, she would feel hands on her ass. At first, they were casual touches but when she didn't object, the more bold the groping became. She would pass Sylvia every once in a while and they'd give each other a knowing wink. They knew the men thought they were hot and they were reveling in the attention they were receiving. The more attention and groping they were subjected to the wetter their pussies were getting. They were also drinking their fair share of shots and taking bong hits during the party.
The crowd did thin out as the evening wore on and most of the crowd was now made up of black football players. Sylvia and Zofia were the only white people left. The men realized the girls weren't offended by their comments or their not so subtle groping of them. Everyone was drunk and high and at one point someone tugged at the strings of Zofia's top loosening it. Then someone tugged at it further and pulled it off of her, exposing her 36c breasts to the crowd. At first she was embarrassed but when a loud cheer went out she felt emboldened and shook her tits as the cheers got louder. Once Zofia was freed from her top, someone did the same to Sylvia. The girls now paraded around topless in front of 15-20 black men.
Guys lined up as Zofia started giving shots from between her bare breasts. The guys would hold onto her tits and push them together while she placed the shot glass into her cleavage. They were also taking the liberty to lick and suck her nipples too. It wasn't long before she found herself laying on the kitchen counter letting guys drink body shots from her navel. She was surrounded by black men taking turns pouring liquor on her and licking it off her naked stomach. Things were quickly getting out of control then someone untied the strings to her bottom and took them off her to expose her hairless pussy and bare ass as the crowd roared.
Zofia looked down at her naked body, feeling very vulnerable when someone made her raise her knees to further expose her pussy, poured some liquor onto her and licked it off. Several men followed his lead and did the same with each guy taking turns lapping up booze from her cunt. She was so hot by then, she felt powerless to stop him even if she wanted to. She remembers having an orgasm at one point. The rest became a blur as things quickly spun out of control. She remembers someone pouring liquor onto her nipples only to have it being licked and sucked off while another black man ate her pussy to two orgasms. She could hear Sylvia moaning in the background so she assumed she was having a similar experience.
Zofia heard a deep voice say, "Let's get her into the party room."
Before she knew it, a huge black man had picked her up with his muscle bound arms and carried her into a room with a king size air mattress on the floor, gently placing her down on the makeshift bed. She remembers being surrounded by several black men, with them stripping off their clothes and others whipping out their cocks. Part of her wanted to get up and run out of the room but the devilish side of her looked at the size and number of cocks already hard and was curious to feel them inside of her. She needed a good fucking as much as they did. The devilish side won out.
She instinctively spread her legs as the first man climbed up onto the bed, got between her legs and began to fuck her. His dick must have been at least 7 or 8 inches and he started to pound away at her willing pussy. The crowd watching noticed how much she was enjoying getting fucked in front of them and two more black men got on each side of her head and offered their cocks to her. Zofia reached out to stroke them as she alternately sucked on each one. They were smaller dicks, maybe 7 inches and she had no trouble taking them into her throat as they each roughly fucked her mouth. She felt proud when they raved about her cocksucking abilities.
"Damn, this white bitch sucks a mean dick."
"Her pussy is hot too."
She heard comments coming from those watching calling her a "white ho" and a "hot ass white girl." Zofia didn't mind hearing their comments, she was too busy enjoying the black cocks.
The guy fucking her pulled out and came on her stomach and was quickly replaced by one of the cocks she was sucking. That left a spot open for another cock in her face, a big black cock of more than 8 inches. At that point, she seemed insatiable, she couldn't get enough black dick. Zofia didn't realize that pictures and video were being taken as black athlete after black athlete took their turn with her white body. If she saw a dick in her face, she sucked it. Her legs were spread wide for any black cock that wanted to use her pussy. Some guys came on her body, some came on her face, others came in her pussy or her mouth. It didn't matter to her, everyone wanted a piece of the action. She had now made the transition from innocent Polish girl to a full fledged whore who craved big black cock.
She got to fuck Derrick too, the guy whose dick rivaled Dwayne's. She thought their dicks were very similar in size and width. She couldn't believe that another guy had a dick just as big as Dwayne's but she loved getting fucked by him just as much as she did getting it from Dwayne. She orgasmed as multiple people watched her getting it put to her hard by Derrick. She still preferred Dwayne for some reason, maybe it was because she was getting used to the way he fucked her.
During the rest of the night, Zofia had serviced more guys than she could even count. At one point, she remembered Jamal climbing onto the bed and turning her over onto her hands and knees. She turned her ass upwards to give him better access to her cunt. He slipped in easily and began to fuck her on all fours as Dwayne and Calvin placed their dicks up to her lips. Jamal grabbed her by her pigtails, tugging at them, while he fucked her hard. She moaned around the two big black cocks as she alternately sucked on them. Jamal would slap her ass at times, hard enough for the sound to echo in the bedroom. Zofia liked the rough fucking she was receiving and wanted more. Jamal then asked someone to get the lube out of a nightstand near the bed.
One of the guys watching stated, "Oh shit, I think he's going to butt fuck that white bitch."
Jamal squirted some of the lube onto Zofia's asshole which made her a little apprehensive to what was about to happen next but she was feeling too horny to object. She figured she had gone this far that night, she might as well really let loose and let him proceed. He inserted one of his big, fat fingers into her ass while he continued to thrust himself into her pussy. Seeing no objection, he inserted a second finger into her butt.
He withdrew from her pussy and greased himself up. Calvin laid on the bed and instructed Zofia to straddle him and she obeyed. She began to ride his familiar dick while Dwayne now had sole access to her mouth. When Jamal was ready, the Zofia stopped fucking Calvin to allow Jamal to take aim at her ass. She was naturally apprehensive but was too horny to object. She couldn't get enough black cock that night and she was curious to try anal sex after watching Sylvia do it.
As Jamal aimed his 6 inch black cock against her asshole, Zofia became nervous as she realized she was about to lose her anal virginity. Sylvia seemed to enjoy it and now she was about to find out what it was like to be sodomized.
Zofia felt the dick pressing against her butt and tensed up out of fear but Jamal pressed forward anyway. He pushed hard and the head of his dick forced its way into her ass. She told him it hurt so he paused to allow her to get used to the new feeling in her back hole. He slowly pushed himself further into her ass, again giving her time to adjust to the new feeling of his dick in her butt. He thrust more of himself into her, then more until he had his entire dick in Zofia's ass. She felt a sense of pride that she had now lost her anal virginity as Jamal started to slowly fuck her ass.
She got a rhythm being double penetrated by Calvin and Jamal as she found the feeling of getting fucked by two black dicks intensely pleasurable. She was now able to start sucking Dwayne's cock. Jamal had now picked up his pace, thrusting faster into her ass while she was riding Calvin faster too. Jamal had a tight hold on her pigtails with one hand and was slapping her cheeks with the other. Dwayne had one hand on the back of her head while he was face fucking her, shoving his big black dick down her throat. For the first time, Zofia was able to take his entire dick into her throat without gagging. He was equally excited as she was the only girl to be able to accomplish this feat.
Guys were giving a play-by-play of her sexual activities. "Hot damn, she's taking on all three of them. Give it to her bro."
"She's got that whole dick down her throat."
"This is one freaky chick."
"A lot of white chicks love black dick."
"Bust that ass Jamal. Give it to her good."
Now that the deed was done, Zofia began to enjoy having her ass, pussy and mouth being filled with a black cock. She was getting hotter knowing that so many guys were watching, craving her body and she was more than happy to satisfy them.
Jamal began to fuck her ass harder and faster, then lunged deep into her and unleashed a flood of cum into her bowels. He gave her a few more short, deep lunges before he slapped her hard on the ass and withdrew. The guys switched positions with Calvin now lubed up and taking aim at her ass while she straddled Dwayne. Zofia didn't know if she could take Calvin's bigger dick in her ass but it didn't matter now as she felt him pressing against her asshole. Jamal had helped to loosen her up and his sperm helped to lubricate her further which made it easier for Calvin's larger dick to penetrate her ass.
While Zofia was being double teamed, other guys were bringing her shots and joints to smoke which helped keep her drunk, high and horny. Another strange cock found its way between her lips. She was really getting used to Dwayne's larger than average sized dick and found it to be the most pleasurable in her pussy. While she enjoyed the feeling of smaller ones, his was so big, the others couldn't match the intense feeling she received when getting fucked by Dwayne. He was sucking on her tits as they flopped in his face.
Calvin was holding onto her hips fucking her ass hard. He was loving the tightness of her white ass and began to feel his orgasm approaching. He tried to hold out longer but his balls needed relief. He thrust himself deep inside of Zofia's ass and shot his load in her ass.
He gave her ass a hard slap as he withdrew and said, "Thanks baby, you've got a nice tight ass."
Zofia was now riding Dwayne and he inquired, "Do you think you can take my dick in your butt?"
"I'm not sure Dwayne."
"Do you want to give it a shot?"
Zofia figured she had done everything else that night so she replied, "You can try but you have to promise you'll stop if it hurts too much."
"Yeah baby, you just tell me if you want me to stop."
Zofia had already taken two dicks up her ass, one bigger than the next and it didn't hurt too much, as a matter of fact, she was enjoying it but she was still leery of taking Dwayne's 9 inches up there. She loved his big black dick though and didn't want to disappoint him. He told her he'd go slow, he didn't want to ruin this chance as most girls wouldn't even consider letting him try to fuck their butts. No girl had ever been successful taking him up their ass either. He didn't know when he'd get this chance again.
One person watching commented, "Damn, he's going to split her in half with that monster."
There were people making side bets on whether she could do it or not. Zofia took a couple of more shots and hits from a bong and said she was ready. Dwayne had put on plenty of lube and got behind Zofia's upturned ass. She braced herself for the assault on her butt as she felt the big black cock pressing against her asshole. She tried to relax her sphincter muscle, knowing this made it easier to take the other two cocks in her ass. She swallowed hard as she felt the mushroomed head of his dick beginning to enter her.
Dwayne was trying to go very slow; he didn't want to ruin his chance at getting his first shot at anal sex either. He felt some resistance as his dick pressed against Zofia's anus so he pushed a little harder and the head quickly disappeared into her ass.
Zofia grimaced as she screamed, "Oh my God. Oh, that hurts."
"Do you want me to stop babe?"
"No, give me a second. Oh shit. It hurts but it's getting better."
After taking time to get used to his monster cock in her ass Zofia told him, "It's okay, but go slow."
Dwayne pressed a little further, pushing another inch into her and stopped. Zofia's breathing was short and quick and she had a distressed look on her face as he pushed another inch into her ass.
"Okay. Stop."
He paused his anal penetration of Zofia until she relaxed gave his the okay to proceed. He now had about a third of his dick in her ass, further than he had ever gotten with any other girl, Most wouldn't even consider anal with him. He could tell she was in some pain and discomfort but wasn't going to pull out unless she told him to. People watching marveled in the fact that she had taken that much of Dwayne's big black cock in her ass.
When Zofia signaled that he could continue, Dwayne pushed more of himself into her. He started to ever so slowly pump his dick seeing he was more than halfway in at that point. With each gentle thrust, he pushed a little more of himself into her ass. She was still in discomfort but it was no longer painful; it was only an uncomfortable fullness. Dwayne began to pump his dick into Zofia's ass a little faster now and hearing no objections, he kept pushing deeper and deeper into her bowels until he was balls deep in her ass.
Someone in the crowd loudly proclaimed, "Hot damn, she took the whole thing. That girl's a freak."
Zofia was pleased that she was able to get Dwayne's 9 inch dick entirely up her ass. She wished Sylvia was there to see it. He kept pumping faster and faster as Zofia got more comfortable with the huge black dick in her ass. Dwayne was thrilled that he was finally able to experience anal sex. In an odd twist, it was Zofia that took his anal virginity.
Dwayne told her, "Your ass is so fucking tight. I love it."
His eyes would roll into the back of his head in pleasure at times, especially when he went nice and slow and deep. Other times, he would bite his lower lip as he focused on fucking her ass hard and fast. He held her hips tight while he plunged his big black cock in and out of Zofia's tight white ass.
Having fucked Dwayne before, Zofia knew that when he started thrusting at a steady pace matched with rhythmic grunts, that he was about to cum. She felt his big dick pulsate just before he shot wad after wad of cum deep in her ass, much deeper that the previous two dicks she had up her butt. He kept fucking her ass until he was no longer erect and then pulled out. The mixture of Jamal's, Calvin's and Dwayne's cum trickled out of her ass. Zofia was so drunk and high she could barely remember what happened next but she knew she screwed a couple of more guys, blew a couple more and took at least one more dick in her ass.
Zofia woke up the next morning naked and covered in cum on the air mattress where she got gang banged by more than ten black men. Her head was pounding and she felt sick. She staggered into the bathroom and looked at herself in a full length mirror. She looked horrible. Her hair was matted in dried cum, and had more on her face, chest and stomach. She still had cum dripping down her legs from her pussy and ass. Her pussy and ass were sore and irritated, her jaw felt stiff.
She felt better after a long hot shower and when she was drying herself, she noticed a symbol on her right ass cheek that looked like it was drawn on with a permanent marker. She didn't know what it was but she didn't have time to figure it out either, she just wanted to get out of there. She roamed around the apartment looking for her bikini but couldn't find it so she went into Dwayne's room to retrieve her clothes. Thankfully, he was sound asleep and she quietly got dressed and checked the other rooms where she found Sylvia sleeping in Jamal's bed. Not wanting to wake her, she walked back to the dorm by herself.
Even though she acted like a total slut the night before, Zofia didn't feel guilty for what she had done. She enjoyed being the center of attention, enjoyed allowing herself to explore her sexuality and it was the most rebellious thing she could have possibly done. Her parents, especially her father, would have a stroke if he knew that she fucked, sucked and was sodomized by a roomful of Black men.
Zofia went back to sleep in her own bed and when she got up, Sylvia had returned, looking just as worn out and sore as she was. Before they exchanged war stories on the events of the previous night, Zofia asked her roommate about the symbol on her ass.
Sylvia laughed at her while showing her a similar one on her ass, "It's the Queen of Spades symbol."
Zofia looked confused until Sylvia explained, "It means that you love big black cock."
Zofia could only smile because it was true.
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It's my last appointment of the day before I close up the spa and go home. You enter the reception and we introduce ourselves. I'm immediately attracted to your eyes and smile, and we chat as I lead you to the massage room. You're wearing a black dress that hugs your figure, and I notice your curves as I open the door to the massage room and you walk in.
You were expecting a female masseuse, but now you find yourself with me in the massage room, you feel a spark of excitement at the idea of being alone with a man about to massage you.
"Please get comfortable on the table," I tell you, placing a pair of paper panties and a white sheet on the table. "I'll be back in a minute." After I leave you undress quickly. You pick up the paper panties, but then decide you will be more comfortable without them. Part of you likes the idea of being completely naked, in a room with a stranger.
As I wait outside the door, I picture you peeling the black dress from your body, imagine your boobs coming free. My dick starts to harden and I tell myself to keep it professional.
After a minute I knock on the door and after hearing you call me in, I enter. You're lying face down on the table, the sheet covering your waist region but otherwise naked. I take in the sight of your body, the tattoos on your arms and thigh, the sides of your boobs pressing down on the table. You feel my gaze on your naked body and it turns you on a little bit, imagining that I'm fantasising about what I want to do to your body.
"I'll be giving you the full body massage today, is that right? Do you have any injuries or areas you'd like me to focus on?" I ask. I notice your clothes on the side table, the paper panties neatly placed on top. Does that mean you're naked under the sheet?
"Work has just been super stressful recently and I've been really tense, so I want to get rid of all that tension," you reply, your voice muffled slightly by being face down in the cushion.
"We can do that," I reply with a smile, getting a bottle of oil from the shelf. I pour some out into a shallow bowl and place it on the side table. Dipping my hands in the oil, I begin the massage at your shoulders, rubbing the oil into your warm skin. I feel the softness of your skin under my hands as I rub the oil over your back.
The massage is firm but not painful, and you quickly relax under my hands, letting your thoughts go as you enjoy the sensations as my hands move up and down your back and shoulders. You do have a lot of tension in your shoulders, and I work through the knots, helping your muscles relax.
After a while I move further down your back, massaging your spine down to your lower back. I hear a quiet sigh from you.
"Let me know if I'm doing anything that's uncomfortable or too much," I say, pressing a bit deeper into your lower back muscles. I fold the sheet down a bit, revealing the upper part of your ass. As I thought, you're completely naked under the sheet.
I take a moment to admire your beautiful ass. The urge seizes me to lightly bite it. I ignore the urge, and keep to a slow and deep massage of the muscles of the top of your ass. The feeling of my hands deeply massaging your ass is starting to make you aroused, though you try not to show it. You wonder if it's turning me on as well, and let out a quiet moan as I massage further down your ass.
I feel myself getting hard again as I feel your soft ass cheeks getting slippery with the oil beneath my hands. More than once I allow my hands to drift down under the sheet to cup the bottom half of your ass. God it feels good. I'm sure there's a visible bulge in my linen trousers, but I'm not too worried about you seeing much with your head facing down through the hole in the table.
I move down to your legs, dribbling the oil down your thighs and massaging it gently into your smooth calves. Your body is totally relaxed now, shifting slightly on the table with my motions as I massage you. I casually move the sheet up to your lower back, revealing almost all of your ass.
I gradually work up your outer thighs with my hands, allowing my hands to liberally massage the oil into your ass cheeks. I hear your breathing quicken slightly as my hands roam your body. You can't stop thinking about how hot the situation is. You're lying naked on a table and a stranger has his hands all over your ass. You feel yourself getting wet.
My hands shift to your left leg, massaging both sides of the leg and slowly working my way higher and higher. As I get to the muscles of your inner thigh, I gently part your legs a little to allow my hands to continue the massage. As they part I see your pussy between them, completely naked. Jesus, I think to myself. Up till now I've managed to stay at least vaguely professional. But this view is really testing me. My dick is fully erect now, and all I want to do is to rip my clothes off and thrust it deep into you.
You realise how exposed you are, realise I'm looking straight at your pussy, which you can feel is now dripping wet. You feel desperately horny, your heart pumping blood between your legs as you long for me to touch you there. You imagine silently guiding my hand between your legs, but you don't dare do it.
I turn away to get some more oil on my hands. You notice me turn away, and impulsively, you arch your back just a little, raising your butt up slightly off the table, making it look even more irresistible, as if offering it up to me. I turn back towards you and catch a glimpse of the movement. I wonder if I saw what I think I saw, and stare with unconcealed lust at your ass. Was it like that before? Did I just not notice how perfect it was? Or are you teasing me, trying to tempt me?
As my hand makes contact with your thigh again, I hear your quiet intake of breath, a small gasp. I hear the desire in your voice, and realise with certainty that you want this as much as I do.
My hand travels up your thigh again to within a few inches of your pussy. I feel the heat coming from it, yearning for me to go closer, to touch it, to relieve the need. The last vestiges of professionalism within me are swept away by a primal surge of lust as I realise it's pointless trying to resist the temptation. I need to fuck you and there's no point trying to pretend otherwise.
I begin to massage you more forcefully, more dominantly. No longer the massage of a professional delivering a service, but the sexual, lustful touch of a lover. You feel the intention change in my touch, and your heartbeat speeds up more as you feel my desire and my arousal. I stifle a moan of my own as my hands squeeze your ass cheeks hard and caress your inner thighs again, moving in a circular motion and getting closer and closer to your pussy. I finally brush your lips with my hand, and your body shivers on the table, trembling with anticipation. I feel your wetness and heat on my fingers.
With one finger, I gently tease you, running up and down your wet lips without entering you. I hear your breath speed up again and your body gently squirms under my touch. Your back arches more, trying to bring your ass up further, closer to my fingers.
I allow you to push yourself onto me, your hot pussy slowly enveloping my finger as you push your ass up and backwards. You moan gently with desire as you feel my finger deeper and deeper inside you. Then I place my hand on the small of your back and press you firmly back down to the table until you are lying flat again.
"Turn over," I say, taking a second to fetch more oil to refill the bowl. I turn back to see you lying face up on the table, eyes closed, your face flushed as you gently bite your lip in anticipation of more. The sheet lies discarded on the floor. Your perfect boobs rise and fall on your chest as you breathe heavily.
I step closer, trailing my hands up your legs, over your stomach, up around the outside of your boobs. Picking up the bowl of oil, I drizzle oil all over your chest and stomach. The warm oil dripping on your body feels super sensual, turning you on even more.
I rub it in roughly, squeezing your boobs as I massage them in a circular motion, making them shiny and slick with the oil. I massage the oil down your body, my hands moving over every part of you. I cup your pussy gently and you gasp as my hand brushes your clit.
I step back towards the top of the table and caress your boobs again, teasing your nipples as you writhe with pleasure. I feel something pulling at my trousers. Your head has turned towards my crotch, which is right next to you, and your hand is undoing my trousers, pulling insistently on my waistband. You undo two more buttons and my engorged cock springs out, almost slapping you in the face.
Your eyes stare at it with desire, and your hand wraps around the base. I stand perfectly still as your tongue pokes out of your mouth and you give the head of my cock the most gentle lick. My cock tenses at the contact, rock hard and wanting more.
Carefully, you kiss the head of my cock, then kiss it again slightly further down, and again, trailing soft kisses down the entire shaft of my cock. I let out a sigh of pleasure as your tongue caresses my balls, playfully teasing them. You work your way back up my cock before parting your lips and enveloping me with your warm mouth.
Your lips move down my cock and I sigh in ecstasy. You look up at me and I see the lust in your eyes as you suck me off, taking my cock deep in your mouth while you hold my gaze. You love the way my cock feels in your mouth and the power you have over me as you watch me gasp with pleasure from your attentions.
You dip a hand in the oil bowl and wrap it back around my cock. The warm oil runs down my cock and drips on to the floor as your hand rubs the oil into my cock. I lean down and kiss you hard, guiding you up from your position lying on the table until you are sitting on the table facing me, your legs parted and your pussy right in front of my cock.
You kiss me deeply and hungrily as your hand continues to stroke my oily cock. I grab your ass and pull you closer, kissing your neck as if I want to devour you, as our bodies press together. I feel your boobs squashed against my chest and your wetness against my cock.
You look at me, mouth open with desire, begging me with your eyes to fuck you. Almost dizzy with lust, I press my cock to your pussy and push myself deep inside you in a single thrust. We both let out a moan as my rock hard cock penetrates the tightness of your soaking wet pussy.
The pleasure is overwhelming and we both need more. My cock slides back out, and feel your legs wrap around my back, pulling me back into you again. You moan again, louder this time, as I begin to fuck you slowly and deeply. I take your jaw in my hand and guide your lips to mine to kiss you hard.
You feel my cock fill you up again and again as I fuck you harder, the massage table shaking with each thrust. All the sexual tension of the massage is channelled through us, the badly disguised lust and desire finally expressed as we fuck urgently. Your body is on fire, so stimulated from the massage, the teasing and now the fucking, that you feel your orgasm approaching.
I kiss your boobs, hot and slippery from sweat and oil, biting them hungrily and sucking on your nipples as you moan with pleasure, your eyes closed, the sensations overwhelming you completely. I push your body down on the table and lift your legs up onto my shoulders. The position lets me fuck you even deeper, and you cry out as you feel my cock deep inside you, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.
Your boobs rock with every thrust, and you cry out as I fuck you. My hand goes to your throat and I hold you down on the table, choking you as I slam into you, wild with lust. Your head rolls back on the table as you surrender completely, feeling your orgasm rising and rising until it suddenly hits you and your body tenses under me, waves of pleasure rushing through you as your pussy clenches and convulses around my cock.
The sight of you writhing and moaning on my cock triggers my own orgasm, and you feel my cock pulse inside you as I cum deep inside you, filling you with my cum. You gasp for air, your face flushed with pleasure as I collapse beside you on the table, both of us sated and drained.
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"We won't be back 'til much later, sweetie! Make sure you eat up before going to bed!" came a voice from downstairs as the front door clicked shut.
Up in her bed, Zoha 'okay'd' in acknowledgment without shifting her focus from her book. She didn't mind- or care- whether her parents went out because it had become a habit for them. She could take care of herself well enough, and apparently her parents knew that. It was for the best though. It would be difficult to masturbate with them in the house, especially since she tended to literally scream with pleasure everytime her digits went deep into her pussy lips. And she was very horny at the moment.
For the next ten minutes she tried to focus over her book, barely taking in any meaning from the same lines she kept reading. Finally, she threw away the book with a sigh- she didn't want to turn into a nerd- and peered through the bedside window onto the street outside.
It seemed like it was going to be another fantastic day with the sun shining just enough and a breeze rustling the leaves of the palm trees. This was a day that deserved to be spent taking a stroll along the road.
But Zoha couldn't go outside today; she had a much more pleasurable task at hand.
After making sure that the house was safely empty apart from her she went to the cupboard where she kept her DVDs and took out her 'Avengers' disk and slid it into the laptop's port. The movie started immediately, but Zoha skipped the first twenty minutes of it that would usually have been necessary for people who were watching the movie. Zoha, however; didn't care about the movie's plot, she'd played it with the hope of getting off to the hot bodes and faces of the male cast.
Pausing the movie before what she thought was a part with a lot of 'body time', she got up to make herself more comfortable. Her hands reached up to untie the ponytail holding back her brown, waist-length hair onto one side of her hair, allowing it to cascade down her back. She pulled up the hem of her top and over her head. It was a cute top, but a bit too small for her, showing her midriff and hugging her breasts tight enough to show off her perky nipples. She wore tops like this around her house, and secretly liked the way her dad stared at her, far too often and far too long to be innocent glances. Smirking, she pushed down her short shorts and the lacy panties that covered her crotch. Now fully nude, she strode to the mirror and admired her body. Not a single blemish disrupted her soft, pale skin. She was definitely one of the sexiest girls in her college, although granted her breasts weren't as large as some of the other bitches', her good height and pretty face had boys all around eyeing her and- she was pretty sure- jerking off to her in the bathrooms. Her boyfriend was truly a lucky bastard.
Ugh. Why was she thinking of him all of a sudden? Nearly a year together and he still hadn't gone to second-base with her. She would have thought that now that they both were legal he'd have fucked her already, but he was still too scared for that.
"The little wuss. Well, it can't be helped right now. I'll just have to dump him if he can't grow any balls."
She turned back to the bed and sat down to her movie with her legs spread wide, giving her hands space to move over to her pussy. It was warm and already wet. She clicked the play button and started stroking up and down her pussy with one hand while the other grabbed her breast. It didn't take her long, what with being already horny as hell and Chris Hemsworth's muscles seemed to flex with every word he said, to insert two fingers in and finger-fuck herself. She was screaming loud, but what did she care if the neighbor heard? The old man would probably jerk himself off listening to her anyway.
Just as she added another digit inside her warmth did she have a thought that made her stop her actions. Taking her fingers out and giving them a quick lick clean, she got up from the bed again.
"Shit, I almost let myself go there. I still have to search the room before I can cum."
The room in question was her parents'. A morning when her dad had gone to work and she woke up surprisingly early, Zoha had passed the room to hear her mother's moans sounding clearly through the- unfortunately for her- thin walls, and a buzzing noise that had got herself as excited in her nether regions as hearing her mother masturbating only a few feet away from her. She'd planned to see what had made her mother scream so loudly and had planned this expedition for the next time her folks went on an outing.
So this was Zoha's mission while she was home alone: search around her parents' room until she found what she was hoping lay hidden and use it to have the best masturbation session yet.
Or so she hoped. Her stomach had other ideas.
'Growl~~'
It had been two hours since her parents had gone and she now realized how hungry she was. Taking a detour to the kitchen downstairs and picking up a bottle of nutella, she made her way to the room. Part of her was worried that their room would be locked, but thankfully it wasn't.
Her parents' room was exactly how it always was. Organized and tidy on her mom's side; cluttered on her dad's. She obviously didn't need to search in her dad's mess, her parents had an unbreakable rule about keeping their things to themselves. She began opening drawers and cupboard doors, looking under pillows and between various bras, every once in a while licking a spoonful of nutella. As time went on, her arousal made way to frustration and she started being clumsy and scattered everything around haphazardly. Finally, in a desperate last effort, she opened up the small cupboard behind the bed that she always assumed was empty. And there it was; a black duffel bag full of things that looked a lot like...
"Wow, mom! That's a lot of dicks!"
And in a way it was. Toys of all colors, sizes; and texures?- Zoha felt each of them in her hand- were in the bag. Her mom definitely had a wide collection. She spent the next ten minutes inspecting the various dildos- "and vibrators!" she thought- while her pussy juices were pooling on the floor.
"Finally I can give myself a good fuck. Thanks mom," she said, grinning.
Choosing a vibrator out of the mass, Zoha brought it to her nose and sniffed it. It smelt salty like her juices; they were her mother's!
Groaning from the burst of arousal she got from this thought, she switched the vibrator on and shoved it inside her. She was so wet that it went in quite easily.
The pleasure was an explosion that rocked Zoha to her core. She had once fucked herself with a drink bottle- because she had been horny as fuck and wanted to be fucked with something bigger than her fingers- and that experience was nothing compared to right now. Wave after wave of pleasure was washing over her and she was bucking wildly. A hand went to grab her right breast and twisted the nipple hard before going to the other to do the same. The other hand snaked down to her clit and rubbed at it harshly. A while passed with the vibrator inside her pussy and a massive orgasm built up in the pit of her gut. But Zoha couldn't get enough. Her breasts were now sore from the pressure of her hands and as her orgasm came nearer her free hand flung wildly for something to touch. It fell on the jar of nutella and in the crazy moment before she came, she reached inside the jar, scooped up the chocolate and smeared it all over her chest. The next second she was riding out on the best orgasm she had ever had. It lasted for over a minute and, drained of all energy, fell unconscious on the floor, naked and with nutella all over her breasts.
Twilight had fallen when hazel eyes fluttered open. Zoha's first thought as she propped herself on her elbows was that she was hungry. Fortunately she had an ample supply of nutella- literally- on her and she licked off as much as she could, sucking off the rest on her fingers after mixing it with her cum. Her next thought, as she started getting wet again and selecting another toy from the duffel bag, was that she would definitely get her boyfriend to fuck him soon or break up with him and date a stud.
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<em>(If you haven't read this first part of this story, you might want to check out "Zoie Doulos.") And thanks to all my fans for your support! And, as always, this is for Master... </em>
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jade... she chose her name well, I thought to myself as I watched her. her Master was lounging on the couch with one leg stretched out along the length of it and the other foot on the floor while He leaned against the armrest to allow her access to His cock. she was on her side turned in to Him with her head resting on His bent leg suckling Him while He stroked her hair with the same hand He'd been wielding the whip with only a half hour ago. The whipping had not been for punishment of any kind. jade rarely gave her Master cause to punish her anymore. No, He'd whipped her because He liked it and she'd received the lashes like a true painslut.
I have always been amazed by the whippings. I have yet to truly understand what takes place between them during the times when Jared whips His treasure, but I am anxious to learn. He granted me a time of questions and answers while jade took back a little of what she had just given Him in the form of a nourishing suckling.
Over the weekend I had confessed my desire to share their world more intimately. Eventually even admitting that my feelings for them had grown to something I hadn't previously imagined. I was amazed by the fact that, not only did they welcome my affections but also my timid desire to enter into their lifestyle. I was giddy with excitement that the admission was received with an invitation.
"Why don't you ask Me some questions about the parts of our life that you are unsure of, Zoie? As you do I will establish some rules and guidelines for you... I'll have some questions for you, as well, and if and when you feel you are ready to begin your training you can go to your place and gather some things for an extended stay with Us. That is, if you still believe that a submissive life is for you. Should you choose to begin training as a submissive, I believe you will need at least two weeks to begin to properly receive Domination, so for those two weeks, minimum, I will require you to stay here full time."
"I understand, Sir."
"Good. you may begin."
"I don't think I will ever receive the whip the way that jade does."
"That was not a question. I thought you wanted to conduct an interview of sorts. That is what you said, I believe."
"Yes, Sir..."
"Then you should begin your interview with a question."
"Yes, Sir. Will I have to be whipped to serve You?"
"I require obedience. If it is not forthcoming I will instill punishment. I chose jade as my submissive mate because I learned quickly that she needs the whip... In the beginning she needed it for punishment but she rarely requires discipline anymore so the whippings are to sate our mutual desires for S&m... and the whip... well, it brings Me pleasure. I will learn what you need as well and you will receive it. The whip may or may not prove to be the most effective form of punishment for you." He smiled slowly and I flushed. "No matter how I choose to discipline you, it will only be as effective as your trust in Me to do what is right by you. If you do not trust Me, there will be no way to make this work. I am already leery of training a sub that is not to remain Mine so if you are having doubts at any point before I begin, you should tell me immediately."
"You mean I can tell You if I don't want to be whipped...?"
"No, My meaning is I will do nothing at all to begin your training until you tell Me that you trust Me and are willing to offer yourself to my Dominance. This is not a "pick and choose what you want to do" game that We play. Once you have agreed to training, you will submit to anything I desire, including the whip if I say so."
"Yes, Sir..."
I wasn't sure I could ask another question. Having Jared speak so frankly to me was already causing my clit to thump.
"Is there something else you need to ask?"
jade sighed softly in her sleep and continued to suckle.
"Will I be given an opportunity to do better before I am whipped?"
"There are varying degrees and types of punishment that will only be administered if you willfully disobey or fail to try."
Thump! Thump! Just talking to Him while He held me captive with His authoritative stare had me squirming restlessly.
"However, as I mentioned before the whip isn't solely for discipline. Pick up the whip from the floor and bring it to me."
"Yes Sir." my heart was racing. Why did open my big mouth? There was no reason for Him to whip me until I opened my mouth like a tittybaby, whining about the whip.
"Kneel."
I did as He said without speaking.
"Offer the whip to Me."
I held the whip across my upturned palms and lifted it to Him as I had seen jade do so many times. My heart was pounding inside my chest. What was I doing? I don't want to be whipped yet here I sit on my knees offering the opportunity for Him to do what I don't want!
"Show me your cunt, Zoie."
Each time He uses that vulgar word I flinched the tiniest bit but I was relatively sure it was something of which only I was aware. I put the whip at His feet and immediately I opened my legs wide and lifted the hem of my dress, then I moved my panties to the side so that Jared could see my... cunt.
"Now, is there any part of you that didn't want to do as I commanded?"
"No Sir. I wanted to in spite of my fear."
" Good girl," He said as He continued to stroke the dark hair of His suckling slave. "I believe that your heart is truly submissive and I will take you under my tutelage because I have become quite fond of you, as jade has, and I don't want you seeking out a stranger to show you the ways of the lifestyle." He spoke to me as though the whip was not there offering Him the opportunity to do that which I fear most about my new venture. "you have seen me in action for some time now, Zoie, and I have seen you sucking in the essence of what We are. Do you want to be dominated?"
"Y..yes Sir..." I barely heard my reply, myself.
"Speak up."
"Yes, S..sir."
"You see Zoie, I already know and believe this to be true because in spite of your obvious fear of the whip your cunt is wet. I've just told you that I will whip you if I feel it is necessary and even though you are afraid, your cunt has revealed your true desires even as you are faced with that which you fear."
I bowed my head without bothering to deny that His words were true.
"Do you have any more questions for Me?"
I made to retrieve my pad but He stopped me. "Don't move. When you have confessed your desire to enter into service with Me, I will restrict your writing for a short time so you may as well get used to openly expressing yourself now. What questions do you still need answered, Zoie?"
" I... I..."
"I am a patient man Zoie but I am ready to begin your training. What other questions do you need answered?"
I couldn't think of anything to ask though I had a thousand unsure thoughts in my head, so I gathered my courage and gave Him the responsibility of knowing what I need... just as He'd said He would. "Sir, I'm nervous and my thoughts are scrambled... would You please help me and tell me what You think I will need to know before we begin?"
He smiled... and having that slow upward turn of His mouth directed at me while He stared into my eyes made me quiver with anticipation.
"Do you wish to serve Me submissively... to be a slave to My desires... a bottom to My
Top...? There are many ways of phrasing what this journey will be but ultimately, you will pleasure Me in whatever I may desire and you will do it because you want and need to in order to be happy yourself. All of the uncertainties in your mind right now will cease to exist one by one after We have begun IF this is what you truly want. While you are learning I will always grant you the grace to ask, with proper respect, questions that you feel are important to your needs. So, tell me Zoie, are you willing to trust and submit to Me?"
"Yes, Jared. Yes." My heart was leaping around inside of me and I had no idea if it was good or bad but I didn't really care.
"Good girl. You may put the whip on the table and sit back in the chair."
Elated, as I moved back to the chair, I could hear jade sigh again in her sleep and her mouth go back to working her Master's cock like a pacifier.
"I said jade would take you to get some things but as I have thought about it more, unless you need to do something to secure your house for your time away, I can't see why you would need anything. You will be naked for the majority of the next two weeks and I can think of nothing that you might need. I'll go by and get your mail when I come home every day, but if there is something that you don't have that you feel you'll need you may tell me and I will consider it."
He paused for my answer but I always turn everything off and lock up my house as though I may be gone for several days just in case it happens to turn out that way. It comes with trying to live a relatively green life. I don't hug trees or anything but I recycle what I can and never leave unnecessary electronics running. Since He'd just told me my wardrobe would be eliminated I could think of nothing. I've had a toothbrush in their guest bath along with the other personal hygiene items that I preferred for some time now.
"I'm ready, Sir."
He smiled at me, "Good girl. I want to start immediately with something I know you need help with. I am not ready to wake My sweet jade and this requires no hands on for My part." He sat for a moment saying nothing else and I waited.
"I suppose this is going to take some getting used to for both of Us." Another smile, that melted my heart and made me quiver, formed slowly on His face. It occurred to me then that He was waiting for something and I gasped but still made no response because I still couldn't imagine what that something was.
"Are you aware that I want something, Zoie?"
"Yes, Sir..."
"But you don't know what it is that I want, correct?"
I dropped my eyes to the floor, embarrassed, "Yes, Sir."
"It's okay, eyes up. You aren't supposed to know because I have yet to tell you, however, because you are aware that there is something that I require of you, you should kneel before Me and ask how you may serve Me."
Crap! I scrambled to the floor cursing myself inside for not immediately knowing this procedure considering how many times I'd seen it play out over the past few years. I knelt before Him with my hands in my lap and sitting up straight I cleared my throat and asked, "How may I serve You, Sir?"
"Let's start with how you will address me from now on. I'm finding that I'm not really fond of Sir. It isn't intimate enough considering We were friends before this, and Master belongs only to My jade... so... I think I would prefer you use My name in most things. I have no problem with an occasional Sir and may even like JaredSir, but for now Let's just have Jared. Remember, there is as much in your tone to reveal your respect as in the words."
"Yes, Jared."
"Good. Now, take off the clothes."
"Yes, Jared," I said as I slowly pulled the dress over my head and put it on the floor next to me then slipped my panties down and off and put them with the dress.
"Lay on your back with your feet toward Me. That's good... now bend your knees and spread your legs wide, I want to look at you. Wider, Zoie."
I felt my face flush a deep red at the same time a new rush of juices formed between my folds and I did exactly the humiliating thing He had instructed me to do.
He stared between my legs for a long time before speaking, "There is an almost imperceptible flinch from you each time the word cunt is spoken. Tell me why."
"Jared, I... I have... never been comfortable with the vulgarity of that word."
"Would you say that what you are doing now, spreading your legs wide for Me to look at you is vulgar?"
"Um... yes... yes, I suppose so."
"If you suppose so, then the answer is, yes, Jared."
"Yes, Jared..."
"Yet you did it without question and certainly without flinching." What He'd said was not a question and I was relieved not to have to answer. "Tell Me, Zoie, what am I looking at between your legs? Before you answer, you should know that I prefer the word cunt. And... I want to hear My name." He never took His eyes off the pulsing, wet place between my legs.
"You...I mean... Jared, you are looking a..at my... c..cunt." I was humiliated and amazed at how ready I was to explode into orgasm at the same time.
"Take your right hand and swirl circles around the clit with your two middle fingers."
I did as instructed and my breathing grew rapid and shallower.
"Good. If you are wet enough I want you to put your two middle fingers inside and move them in and out slowly."
If? He had to be joking! I was dripping!
"That is very good. Now tell Me what you are doing," He smiled confidently, "and be very specific."
"I'm.. Jared, I'm f..fucking my c..c..cunt with my fingers!"
"Good. Now just say the word."
"C..cunt..." The place in question was now milking my fingers.
"Again."
"Cunt..."
"Louder."
"Cunt!"
jade stirred and started to wake but Jared put His semi-hard cock back in her mouth and cooed her back to sleep.
"That's good, Zoiegirl, you may stop now and get back on your knees."
I was loathe to stop the masturbation, I couldn't believe how horny I was from my first task as a willing submissive but if it continued this way, I might have to have a new name too! (Maybe there is something that means I'll fuck anything for You if you tell me to in another language that starts with the letter Z?) I managed to remove my trembling fingers from my starving pussy and do as I was told while He continued speaking to me in that strong but soft way.
"Tonight you may rest in the guest room. It's been a long few days for Us all. There will be no clothes, no pubic hair, no touching yourself and absolutely no orgasms. If you fail in this, I expect complete honesty. If I find that you have touched or cum and did not tell Me, your punishment will be much more severe than had you told Me to begin with. No silly genital words... that is a cunt and that is how you will refer to it from this day on. You will bathe when you are told to and that will be under jade's supervision. You may go to bed now; jade will have your instructions in the morning. It will be a long day so try to rest."
"Yes, Jared."
I didn't believe that I would be able to sleep with my clit engorged and my... cunt throbbing from the very brief finger-fuck. However, I put my clothes in a pile in the corner of the bedroom and giggled just a bit when I thought about the fact that I would not wear clothes again at all for at least two weeks. Then my exhausted naked body was between the cool clean sheets and as soon as my head was on the pillow my eyes were fluttering closed.
I awoke sometime in the very early morning hours to jade's soft moans and as I lay there listening to the sounds of Jared using His jade hard and fast, my fingers found their way to my cunt. I tried telling myself to stop but myself did not obey. I pushed the thoughts of disobedience from my lust hazed mind and I masturbated to the sounds of their loving just as I had done so many times without their knowledge and I came when I heard jade cum. Then my eyes were so heavy that I didn't even bother covering back up. I drifted off with the knowledge that I would have to confess my sin in the morning and that made me shiver.
***
jade woke me at eight the next morning and together we stumbled to the shower with our eyes only half open. In the shower, she bathed herself first and instructed me to kneel on the floor until she could get to me. Everything she told me to do was in the same polite way that she had always spoken to me but now I knew the words were her Master's and that through her, He was commanding my service. I watched her wash herself thoroughly with the soapy rag until her skin was red from the hot water and the rough scrubbing and I started to ache between my legs while I watched the trails of thin suds run down her beautiful body.
"Master says to scrub until we tingle," she told me with a slowly waking grin. "You can stand up now... and... you should try to think about something else? It helps if you don't focus too fully on the rag."
Don't focus on the rag? What on earth was she talking about? I was still fully aroused from the night before and from watching her go through the everyday motions of bathing. The rag was definitely not my focus... until the moment she touched my skin with it. When the rough fabric made a path across my flesh, it suddenly became very clear. I gasped. I don't know how, but it was uncomfortable to say the least, and highly erotic at the same time!
"i know..." jade whispered sympathetically. "Jared is particularly fond of these rags because they are not very soft. i'll try to go quickly but i have to be thorough. When i get to your cunt you should really try to talk about something... it should distract you enough to keep you from cumming."
Crap! The memories of secretly sharing her orgasm in the night came crashing in around me and my whole body went red before she even had a chance to wash it. I groaned an anguished cry in my throat.
"i'm sorry, Zoie! Try talking about stupid drivers? That always gets you riled up and maybe you won't get too horny."
"It isn't the washing," I said, a little too soon because just then she rubbed the cloth over my puffy lips and up the crack of my ass. My legs shook so bad I thought I would slip down. "oh god..."
"It sure seems that way to me," she giggled and I felt her big soapy nipples on my back.
"I need to tell you something."
"Oh... No. Don't tell me. Wait until we get downstairs and tell Master."
"You don't even know what I'm going to say."
"Well it's already sounding like a confession and that is something best left for JaredMaster." she turned off the water and then dried me with a soft fluffy towel. we towel dried our hair then combed it out but left it damp and tousled and went downstairs to Jared.
***
He is so beautiful, I thought to myself as I looked at Him sitting at the table with a towel around His waist and His long legs stretched out while He read the paper. I watched jade who knelt beside Him. i took my lead from her and we both waited for Jared to acknowledge us. He finished the article then set the paper aside.
"Good morning, girls! I hope you both slept well." He smiled at us and I felt a sudden rush of pride at being addressed as one of His girls, then intense guilt at having failed Him already. He looked at jade and patted the table in front of Him and she smiled brightly as she scrambled up on the hard smooth surface to give Him His first breakfast. I dropped my gaze to the floor.
"Is something wrong, Z? You aren't looking very happy this morning. Have you changed your mind about us already?"
I looked up quickly. He was moving jade to the edge of the table and spreading her legs wide. "Oh no, JaredSir, not at all! I want it more than ever..."
"Um hmm...," He said, already distracted by jade's luscious cunt, He swirled His fingers in the honey that collected there.
"Sir.. Um Jared?"
He turned to me and held me with His intense stare, giving me His undivided attention.
When I started to speak, the words came out like a crashing wave. My mouth was working to explain and my mind was screaming, please don't whip me! "I failed Jared, I failed! I woke last night to jade's moaning and.. and I was so sleepy but so needy and I couldn't help myself, I just... couldn't stop my fingers in my pussy, I mean cunt! My cunt! I couldn't stop, Jared, I came! I came when jade came! I'm so sorry, Jared. I'm sorr.."
Jared held up His hand and I stopped immediately. "Thank you for your honesty, Zoie. You will, of course, be punished but right now I'm going to enjoy My morning jadehoney and not think about this. Go upstairs and wait for Me. Take a kitchen chair to your room and sit in it with your legs open until I am ready to deal with you."
"Yes, Jared.."
I went upstairs and sat in the hard wooden chair, waiting for Jared with my legs wide open and wondering how I went from Zoie, observer/writer, to zoie, disobedient slut. It was slightly chilly in my room so my nipples tightened up and stayed that way. What was surely only minutes felt like hours while I waited... and it gave me time to reflect on the fact that I never once thought of NOT doing as He'd instructed this morning. I wanted this. I wanted His guidance and instruction and yes... His discipline. Because I knew with all of that, came His fierce protection and maybe someday... His love.
Jared came into the room still wearing His towel but now it was tented in front. I felt miserable for causing Him to have to punish me after His jadecunt breakfast.
"Get on your knees, Zoie."
"Yes, Jared!" I went to the floor and put my forehead down in one motion.
Jared sat down in the chair and I started to tremble, not knowing what was in store.
"Your true master may not require you to kneel in His presence, you know." He spoke calmly... even softly. "There are only certain times that I require it of jade... to greet Me when I come home and... before punishment. The rest she does of her own free will. You'll learn these things and many more from Me and from your true Master as you proceed in your new life."
"Yes, Jared..."
"One thing, you must learn from the very beginning though, is that the body your submissive soul is in, no longer belongs to you. Every part of you belongs to the One you choose to give it to. And if memory serves me correctly, last night you gave it to Me. Even if this is only to be temporary, you are Mine now. your body, including your cunt, and your orgasms are no longer yours. I am aware that you have not yet fully succumbed to your submissive desires but it will happen. When it does, you will be amazed how easily it all falls into place. If it doesn't then... your submission to Dominance is not what you are seeking."
"Yes, Jared... I'm sorry I failed You."
"I know you are, but there will still be punishment. I briefly considered a warning but you've been with us too long to need coddling. Most of this should already be ingrained in you if only by observation. Stand up."
I moved slowly, standing on my trembling legs and clasping my hands in front of me, feeling very shy of His sea green eyes, but not failing to notice the intense thump in my clit.
"Put your arms by your sides. That is a beautiful body and you should never hide it from Me. Now come and lay across my lap."
This was ridiculous! He was going to spank me like a child. I found the thought humiliating and infuriating and yet... I did as He told me, all the while trying to deny that the throbbing between my legs meant I wanted to have my ass spanked.
"I won't ask you to count this time but in the future it will be expected of you, because it helps you to focus on something besides your own pleasure. This might not feel like it at the moment, but very soon you will understand how serious I am about My possessions."
The erection that He'd entered the room with was still there and very prominent under my left rib cage, which made the throbbing inside me even worse.
SLAP!
Holy crap! Instantly my ass flamed hot from the sting of His hand and there was no denying how serious He was. And I was furious that He could think I would ever be able to cum, even involuntarily while He hurt me!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The tears were there in an instant and I even heard the yelping that escaped me from where I hid in my fog of shame and pain.
Jared softly stroked my fiery ass, "Relax... clenching doesn't do anything but hurt My hand and if I'm going to hurt, I may as well make it worth the pain."
The threat of greater punishment along with the gentle stroke of His fingers on my flaming ass made it easier for me to unclench.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I cried out now and I didn't care that I was loud.
SLAP! SLAP!
"Oh god, Jared! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Shhhhh..."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I couldn't stand it! I was moving my hands to cover myself when He paused and spoke.
"Fifteen seemed fitting but if you try to stop me I will make it thirty."
I jerked my hands away and used them to cover my face for the last blow.
SLAP!
The last one was as hard as the first, as were each one in the middle. I was sobbing now but somewhere deep inside, though I wasn't ready to admit it yet, I knew it had not been unbearable. There would be no marks because there was no true harm done to me. And... the tears were as much if not more from the humiliation of it all as from the spanking itself.
Jared let me stay there while He softly stroked my bottom. Every place He touched seem to light up again but... not in a painful way. Then something amazing happened... He slid His finger down my warm slit until He reached my clit. He circled it once and then He slipped it inside me. I was shocked at how easily it slid inside and how incredibly slick it felt coming out.
"That was very good, Zoiegirl. I am pleased that you didn't fight Me. I sincerely hope that punishments to follow, and there will be more punishments, rest assured, will not be because you have failed to learn that this is Mine." As if to punctuate, His finger plunged inside me again. "Orgasms are now gifts from Me to you. If you take one that isn't given, is it still a gift?"
"N-no, Jared."
Jared fucked me slowly with His fingers and new tears formed in my eyes as I realized I was truly wet for Him, even after what He'd just done to me. Or... was it because of what He did?
"What do you call someone who takes something that doesn't belong to her?"
"Ahhh.. a thief, J... Jared..."
"Do you think thieves should be punished, zoie?"
My mind was a fog of delightful pleasure and mass confusion and insult as Jared worked His fingers in and out of my sopping cunt alternately with swirling them around my clit.
"Yes, Jared! Oh yes!"
"Good. I'm glad We understand each other."
With that, Jared pushed me off His knees to kneel again... completely aroused and completely unsatisfied!
I stared at Him, my eyes wide and my anguished and lusty breaths coming in gasps.
"you belong to Me, zoie, and so does the arousal that is making that sweet cunt quiver, and I don't want you to cum for the time being. This is as much a part of your punishment as the spanking you just received. Orgasm denial will be part of your training when I see fit but it will also be punishment when necessary. Get back in the chair. you will stay in it for one hour. During which time, you will think about how your ass feels on that hard chair as opposed to the way your clit is throbbing now. I want to know how you intend to avoid this type of failure in the days to come... and what the pain combined with the pleasure makes you feel when We eat supper tonight. Do you understand?"
While He had spoken Jared was busy binding my knees wide open to the sides of the chair and my hands behind me in a reverse "prayer" position.
"Yes, Jared... I understand..."
"I imagine that your tender ass will continue to ache... The sensation will make you want to wiggle about. That, along with the exposure of that hungry cunt might tempt you to wiggle in a way that will relieve your quivering need. I advise against it."
With those ominous words Jared left me bound and helpless in the chair.
Argh! How could He be so sure? I was pouting. I was pissed off. And I was horny as hell.
jade came in only a few minutes later carrying a baby monitor.
"This used to be mine. JaredMaster used it during my training year. He says you are not to speak unless it is an emergency... He also says discomfort other than needing to use the bathroom is not an emergency," she gave me a sympathetic smile and then she went back downstairs to her Jared.
He was right, of course. My tender flesh was starting to burn in a whole new way. It wasn't like the initial searing sting of the slap, but more a smoldering coal. The chair felt like a raw splintered board on my tender cheeks and to my awe and wonder, my cunt loved it. The more I thought about being over Jared's knee, completely vulnerable and exposed to Him... how utterly humiliating it was... The more I also reflected on my willingness to do it. I was not bound. I did not resist. I freely gave Him my ass to hurt. I wanted it. I... needed it. And I knew with complete certainty, that I wanted more. I wanted everything He desired and I wanted Him to be proud. I wasn't deceiving myself... oh no... I was still scared as hell of the whip! But I also knew that I would strive to avoid it by doing everything I was told. The ultimate cause for punishment was willful disobedience or failure to try. That, I would not, could not, do again.
My cunt throbbed harder and grew wetter as I sat there thinking about the pain of the whipping. The pain that wasn't truly harmful... and the humiliating position of being spanked like a child. I blushed and I felt my hips start to wiggle... I had to think about something else. How long had it been? This hour would seem like an eternity. I could hear Jared and jade talking and I tried to concentrate on their voices coming through the monitor instead of the heat that was coming as much from my need as from my ass.
The monitor, it appeared, was a two way version. Jared was talking to jade about what He expected her to do while He was gone. I made some mental notes on the things she would be expected to do with, for, and to me and then I held my breath when I heard Him say,
"Come here, baby."
"Yes, Master!"
There was a slight pause then,
"Could you hear us?"
"Yes, Sir.."
I could tell that her breathing had quickened.
"Did it make my little jade wet? Oh, yes! That sweet little cunny is soaking My fingers... I think My jade got quite hungry didn't she?"
"Yes! Yes, JaredMaster!"
"Does my pain hungry slut want a spanking of her own?"
"If it pleases my Master?"
"Oh, it definitely pleases Me. Get on the floor. I want you on all fours."
Another pause... and I heard a kitchen drawer slide open and utensils being moved around...
"I think we'll use a wooden spoon, zoie!"
Ohmygod! Ohmygod! He was talking to me because He knew I could hear them!
"jade isn't particularly fond of it, but by the time I'm done? she'll be hot as a little pistol and ready to blow!"
THWACK!
jade made a little yelp and so did I! I swear I was feeling my spanking all over again!
"One! Thank You, Master!"
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"Four, JaredMaster! Thank You!"
THWACK! THWACK!
"Six! OhMasteryes! ThankY.."
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"Nine! Thank You Jared! Oh p-please i..."
"That's my sweet jadegirl! you so are beautiful when you submit!" "zoie, you are not to cum. Do you understand?"
My whole body shook as I struggled with the desire to succumb to my bliss but I knew if I failed again I too might suffer the spoon!
"Yes, J-Jared.. I under... stand..."
I could barely breathe.
THWACK! THWACK!
"Master! Eleven! ThankYou! Please!"
"Please what, My sweet possession?"
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"Please Master! Oh! Fifteen! Please may i pleasure You now?"
" Yes. Yes, you may. Kneel up... hands behind you... good girl. Now open your mouth, baby... oh! Oh yes... my jade has the sweetest little mouth, zoie... Mmm..."
Oh. My. God. I clenched my eyes shut and my teeth together. I tried to block the sounds from my ears and the sight of jade getting mouthful after mouthful of Jared's beautiful cock from my mind but... my imagination was running wild. My writer's imagination revealed everything to me in exquisite detail. His right hand fisted in her hair... His left hand under her chin to hold it in precisely the position that suited Him best... The tears that weren't from crying but from restraining her urge to gag rolling down her cheeks... The way His entire cock disappeared into her mouth and throat and the way His pubic curls hid her nose when His balls were pressed to her chin... I was throbbing. My ass felt like it was getting hotter rather than cooling off and my clit was throbbing hard like a runner's heart after a hard workout. I breathed heavily through clenched teeth as the image of Him pulling out to stroke Himself in front of her with the slick coating of saliva that comes from deep in her throat burned itself into my eyelids. Then I chanted. It came to me as though I'd been doing it forever...
"This is not mine. Not my pleasure... This is not mine! This is not my pleasure! Forbidden... Forbidden... Forbidden...
It was amazing. I took myself into a place where even though I heard the moaning and the slurping sounds... even though I could feel the throbbing between my lips... it was all wrapped in a cloud. A thick white cloud that kept everything soft and just out of reach. I know that isn't exactly clear but that's the point. My chanting clouded the rest of the world and kept me away from the edge of bliss.
I must have passed the entire hour in my cloud because the next thing I was aware of was the water running in the shower in my room. I drifted out of the soft white cloud and found Jared squatting in front of me fully dressed and untying my knees.
"I am pleased with how you restrained yourself, Zoie. It took jade some time to learn how to resist her urges. I suppose you've learned a lot, watching her for the past... four years, is it? Five?" Jared smiled at me and I nodded while I whispered an exhausted, "Yes, Jared."
"I want you to shower again. You worked up quite a sweat. You may wash yourself but jade will need to watch you. I don't want you to have gone through all of this just to succumb to your soapy hands in the shower." He finished with a wink then pressed His lips to mine in a soft sweet kiss. "I'm going to work now but jade has instructions for the two of you today. You did good, Zoie." He stroked my hair once then left to kiss jade goodbye, while I lifted myself off the chair and walked slowly to the shower with my swollen clit still thumping.
I didn't use the rag and was grateful that I wasn't required to. I mostly just rubbed my ass with my soapy hands while jade stood in the door of the shower telling me about the rest of our day to come.
"The list is really for the week. We can choose different things to work on and try at our discretion. Master thought... well he suggested that during the day while it's just the two of us, you might be willing to tell me the things that most interest you , or concern you, or make you most horny? Like... is there something that really scares you and you just aren't sure of or... something you definitely want to try? You should take advantage of this freedom we have during the day to test some of your limits. Don't misunderstand, though, eventually we have to do everything on the list and there may be a day that He specifies what we will work on, but today because you did so well during your punishment, He wants you to choose something."
I considered what she said while I dried off and she brushed through her dark hair.
"Well... I guess I should want to start with something easy but... I really have no idea what that would be. Why don't we just close our eyes and point at the paper? We'll do the two things we touch first."
Giggling, jade said, "That could be interesting!" then she went to the bed and picked up the legal pad she'd taken Jared's notes down on and brought it into the bathroom and placed it on the counter. She held up one finger and I mirrored the action as we stood in the bathroom nipple to nipple and let our peripheral vision guide our fingers to rest on the pad. Eyebrows up in anticipation we both turned toward the pad to see what the day had in store for us.
jade was touching the word training in the sentence that read... Begin training for anal use.
"So... whatever else we do today, will have to be done while you wear a plug, okay?"
My eyes were wide but I knew that this was one of the things I would do. "Okay, yeah... sure."
We looked at the pad again and found my finger on the word pain. Crap.
"It says, Try out some of the different pain toys to get an idea where Zoie's threshold may be. DO NOT push her but let her tell you when to stop. Well? Is there something that comes to your mind that you might want to start with, Zoie?"
"No. I don't want to choose. You pick."
"Okay, there is a new plug in my room for you to use just come in there when you are ready and we can start. Are you still okay with all of this?" jade looked at me as if she were trying to see inside my soul.
"I have no idea how long my subconscious has desired this? But I know beyond doubt that I am more than just okay with this. I want very much to find the place inside me that seeks Domination and fill it completely. Even if my desire turns out to be a small cup, I want my cup to runneth over! Yes, jade. I'm okay and I can't tell you how long it has been since I've truly felt... okay. Thank you for this. Thank you for everything."
"You are very welcome! i am so happy this is happening! If i had only known sooner we would have you begging to be cropped by now!"
I swallowed hard and jade laughed and left me alone while she went to prepare things. I looked at myself standing naked in front of the mirror. Not just at my reflection but really looked at this new woman with the pale hard nipples staring back at me. I couldn't recall when I had looked at myself like this. A mirror is for hair and makeup, right? I lifted my hands and cupped my heavy breasts lifting them slightly and turning the nipples in between my fingers and thumbs. Then I slid my hands down my sides and along my hips. I liked the way they flared out and made my waist look small. Then very carefully I cupped my hand over my mons and used my first two fingers to open my swollen lips. Barely concealed by the puffy lips was an equally swollen and protruding clit. I smiled at the thought that if I looked closely enough I would probably be able to see the thump thump that was pounding away inside it even now. I liked what I was seeing. The changes were subtle, but smiling at my naked body would only be subtle to those who didn't know my naked soul.
On the bed in jade's room were two plugs. One still in the package and a black one to the side, three different lubes, some different types of nipple clamps, a spiny wheel thing that frankly scared the hell out of me, some candles, a small crop, a whip with tiny rubber strings, a thin stiff leather paddle, and some other things that I couldn't quite absorb. Wow.
"we'll put the plugs in first and then just see what happens with the rest of this stuff," jade said as she grinned at me with her hands palm up in a 'let's just wing it!' gesture.
"Plugs? As in, I have to wear two?" This was getting a little nerve wracking.
she laughed out loud and nearly snorted, "No silly! The other one is for me! we are in this together. i do what you do. Maybe, if you can see me do these things, you know, one on one... it will make it easier for you to do them too?"
I smiled, "That would be really nice."
Stepping closer to me, jade pushed my hair out of my eyes and took my hand to pull me onto the bed that was covered with paraphernalia. We kissed softly and touched lightly just to ease into what might otherwise have felt awkward.
jade kissed lightly down my body and was careful not to get me too aroused. she spoke softly between kisses and had me relaxed and ready in no time.
"i'm going to lube you first and i'll be putting my fingers in, okay?"
I nodded.
she put some lube in her hand and rubbed it on the fingers of her right hand then she rubbed the palm of her left hand down the crack of my ass then back up letting the lube do its job. The feel of her soft hand made my legs open and lift like a whore and I blushed deeply but I couldn't have stopped to save my life. Then she moved her hand behind her and rubbed up and down her own crack.
"On the days that JaredMaster has me prepare for anal service i've found it easiest to insert it in the missionary position but if you prefer you can roll to your side or stomach."
"Let's try it this way?" I asked.
"Okay, do you want to do it yourself or would you like me to?"
"I... I have never had anything in my ass before. Well... one finger from time to time when I masturbate but that's it. I don't know how I want to do it."
"i'll start and if you want to take over just tell me, okay?"
"Okay."
jade opened the new blue plug and got up to wash it. For a moment I lost myself in the way her soft body moved when she walked. They gentle sway of her hips made my cunt wet. Then she was back and kneeling between my legs. she lubed her fingers again having just washed off the excess while she washed the plug. she slid her fingers up and down the crack of my ass softly rubbing in the lube like a massage but being careful to avoid my pu... cunt. Then she stopped at my tight little hole and slowly... slowly pushed the tip of her finger inside me. It felt good. It felt real good... then the finger went further and further inside and the real good went away. When she added the second finger I whimpered. But jade cooed and shushed me like a crying baby and before long she was pushing the two fingers in and out like a small cock. she praised me the way Jared does her with good girl compliments and when I stopped whimpering she pulled out her fingers and reached for the plug. she positioned the tip of the plug, warmed by its bath, at the opening of my ass. Slowly, she pressed and I felt it forcing my ass open again. It had graduating sections each a bit larger than the one before it and I currently had only the first section inside me. I took note that even the largest section didn't seem to have the same girth as Jared and was only slightly comforted by that knowledge. Each section opened and stretched me a bit more and so far I found no pleasure in it whatsoever. Except... possibly... the look on jade's face each time she was able to get another bulbous section inside me. I would say it was a look of pride and pure lust. I moaned loudly when the last section went in and jade slid up my body and kissed me deep and hard.
"You did it, Zoie! You did so good," she whispered in my ear and her ragged breathing told me she was aroused by what she had just done to me. "Do you want to put mine in or shall i do it?"
"Do you want me to do it? I mean... I think I'd like to watch you this time. I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
"i'll do it and you watch me. Then next time you can do it for me." she smiled and I smiled back wanting to kiss her again.
jade's plug was different from mine. It was black and it looked more like a torpedo. It was tapered at the tip and got thicker in the middle, easily the size of Jared's cock then it tapered again at the base with a suction cup on the bottom. jade lubed her fingers again and stroked the plug like she was masturbating a cock then she ran her fingers up and down her ass before slipping one and then two inside to coat her inner wall with lube. she was on her back with her legs spread and I was watching the way her small hole slowly stretched as she worked the plug in and out in a fucking motion taking a bit more of it with each stroke. It fascinated me to see the mixture of pain and pleasure lust on her face while she stared into my eyes and slowly fucked the plug into her own ass. I realized as she moaned through a bit more of the big plug that mine didn't hurt anymore. In fact, I caught myself clenching it. Gripping it with my muscles to keep it snugly in place and the thumping in my clit had intensified.
jade shuddered as she finally seated the plug fully in its place and I watched her steady her breathing. she was fully aroused and her big dark nipples hard and tight. With her legs spread lewdly apart I could see the inner walls of her cunt opening and closing like tiny contractions.
"jade! you didn't cum did you?"
"No, but having you watch me made it a close call!"
"That's my good girl!" Jared's voice startled me so bad it shook me to my core!
jade scrambled off the bed and knelt before Him and I quickly followed suit though, a bit more awkwardly with the invader of my ass still stuffed in place.
"i'm sorry, Master! i had no idea it was so late! i let the time get away and Your lunch isn't ready!"
Jared chuckled, "Relax, Darling, it isn't lunchtime yet. I simply forgot some files with all the new goings on around here. It's only ten my sweet girl."
"Oh. That... That's good."
Jared laughed again, "Is my sweet jade struggling with her arousal today?"
"Yes, Master! It is very difficult to restrain."
"Well you did a very good job with your plug and I know you'll manage today."
"Yes, Sir..."
"And what about zoiegirl? How are you doing with your orgasm restriction?"
"Jared, Sir, my ass was virginal and I am feeling the pain more than pleasure... for now."
"Ah. For now meaning... you already believe that you will eventually know pleasure from anal service?"
"Yes, Jared." I smiled because I was truly proud of this revelation.
Jared squatted down in front of me and pressed my knees apart. Then He slipped two of His long fingers inside me. "I would say that is quite right, zoiegirl! Oh yes! Quite right."
I was wiggling on His fingers while He felt deep inside my slick hole.
"What is this?"
"My cunt, Sir."
"Almost... but not quite."
"What is this?"
I was confused and now in real danger of cumming in spite of the pain in my ass.
"M...my c..cunt, Jared?"
"No zoiegirl. This cunt is Mine."
"Yes, Jared! Your cunt! Your CUNT!
"Good girl..."
He moved to jade and pulled her head back by her hair and buried His face in her neck where He sucked and nipped while He fingered her cunt the same way He had mine.
"What is this, jadeslut?"
"Your cunt, Master!"
"Ahhh... yes it is. I believe I'd like to be sucked before I return to work."
"Yes, Master!" jade said as her hands flew up to His zipper and soon she was slurping on His hard cock while He pumped in and out of her mouth. Jared stopped and asked why I was still sitting there on my plug when He'd expressed the desire to be sucked. I worked my way quickly to jade's side realizing I was going to need to get used to the idea of participating rather than just watching.
He swapped to my mouth and I heard Him ask jade about all of His things out on the bed while I tried to force Him beyond the bend in my throat.
"we chose two things to work on today... anal service training and pain threshold. we haven't yet started on the pain, though after the anal training zoie might disagree."
"Bring me the rubber whip."
"Yes Master!"
jade brought the whip and Jared switched to her mouth as He took the whip from her hand. I wanted His cock back in my mouth but when He swung the whip and landed the blow on jade's back, I started to question that desire. Maybe He should just stay where He was!
"We haven't used this one in a while, have we, jade?"
"No, Sir!" she said with a gasp when He pulled out of her mouth.
"Tell Our zoiegirl how it feels." He punctuated with another lash on her back while she bobbed her head up and down on His cock again.
jade came up for air and to obey His command. "It stings! Like tiny rubber band snaps!"
Jared stabbed her mouth with His cock again but looked at me, "Are you ready for your turn?"
My mouth hung open and my mind was screaming no, No! But my heart and my body said, "Yes, Jared."
He turned to me and I leaned in to take Him into my mouth. Immediately I lost myself in the beauty of His long hard dick sliding in and out of my mouth. He pulled out slowly and I let my lips cling to Him as long as possible, then SWICK!
It was a perfect description. It felt like a hundred tiny rubber band pops on my back at one time. It stung fiercely but... It was worth it if I could have that gorgeous cock in my mouth again. SWICK! More stinging and I was gritting my teeth but I didn't fail to notice that my mouth watered for Him and the throbbing in my clit was more intense than ever. I got to suck some more and I savored it. That long lovely shaft slid in my mouth and I reveled in the veiny surface and the heat radiating off it.
Jared turned back to jade and I sighed heavily with pleasure and closed my eyes to keep the image of His rippled abdomen in my mind.
He tossed the whip on the floor and tucked Himself awkwardly back in His pants. "You can move on to another whip if you'd like. I'd say this one is an acceptable choice."
I heard Him laugh and I slowly opened my eyes. My mouth was still open and I was running my tongue along my lips.
He bent to kiss jade and run His fingers inside her. "Are you close, baby?"
"Oh yes! Yes Master!"
"So is Zoie. Be careful today. Not too much at once."
"Yes, JaredMaster."
He turned to me and kissed me softly. Remember how you restrained yourself this morning? Use it whenever you believe you are close to cumming. It will not only ease you but also let jade know when she should be cautious."
"Yes, Jared." I managed a breathy reply.
Then He turned and went back to work. Calling back to jade that He would work through lunch since He'd taken this time and she needn't worry about preparing anything for Him.
***
The nipple clamps seemed to be a fairly safe choice to add to the morning training. I had no idea. Clover clamps, she'd told me, when she settled them onto my nipples. The pain was, at first, not entirely unpleasant. That is, until we began to move around doing our morning chores. Making beds, sweeping or vacuuming, dusting... all simple tasks until I realized that each movement of my tit that took pressure off the chain was quickly answered with a slight tightening, like taking the slack out of a rope tie down. OUCH! But still... worth finding out what my reward would be if I completed the day without failure.
I cried hard when jade took the clamps off. All that blood rushing back into my nipples caused a stabbing pain that I was not prepared for, but she sucked them and kissed them gently and stroked my clit very softly with her delicate fingers. In a very short time, I was moaning with need and the sharp pains had receded to dull ache that... amazingly to me... felt... good.
After lunch we tried some other things, The Marauder's Wheel, was the name for the scary spiny thing, which as it turns out didn't hurt as much as I expected, but there was no pleasure in it either. jade and I agreed that clinical trials versus use in an erotic way would probably produce different results, but she also admitted that she rarely received anything from it except the pleasure of Jared's enjoyment from using it on her.
"Would you like to know a secret?" she whispered conspiratorially to me.
"Of course!"
"i dream sometimes that the wheel draws blood and that I take great pleasure from it. i have no idea why... i mean... there are lots of dreams and fantasies that are erotic to me... but that doesn't mean i want them all to come true."
"I know exactly what you mean. It happens to me too! Although, some of them have actually happened since Friday night." We giggled and moved on to another of the items on the bed.
The day passed quickly and I made it through all of the items on the bed without stopping jade because it hurt too much and without cumming. We removed our plugs and tidied ourselves up, fixing hair and putting on make-up then went downstairs to fix supper for Jared. A couple of times during the day I'd marveled at how easy and even natural it felt to be completely naked with jade all day. I was aroused, of course, by certain brushes of skin or the sight of her nipples hardening with each task, but even when we'd sat down to lunch together... being naked just felt good. More than once I reminded myself that Jared was expecting something of me at dinner but the day had been so full, I'd had little time to reflect on it. So, while jade prepared the fish, I sat at the table making a salad and tried to form in my mind the response that He'd requested.
Everything was finished when Jared's car pulled into the driveway so jade and I took our places in the foyer. I wasn't told to do so, but it felt right for me to be just slightly further back than jade when we knelt, so as we knelt I shifted back to keep jade in the forefront.
"Ah... what a beautiful sight!" Jared's voice was soft and had hint of intensity in it. I tried to imagine what it might feel like to be Him. What He was seeing when He walked through His front door must surely be an ultimate MAN fantasy but... He was looking at the real thing.
"Stand up girls; I want to look at you."
We both got to our feet and Jared looked at us as though searching our faces for something, then He gave a broad smile.
"I don't see any sad faces or disappointment so let's eat and you two can tell me all about your day!"
At the table, jade and I told Jared all that we had done during the day. I was humbled by the way jade bragged on me but I was also proud. Even I was confident about what I had endured and how I'd managed to control myself and my orgasmic urges.
"I'm very proud of you zoie. Did you think about what I asked of you this morning?
"Yes, Jared." I cleared my throat and tried to recite all that had gone through my head in regards to my answer. "I admit that I have no idea how I will avoid failing You in the future... but I do know that the more I please You? The more I want to please You, and I believe that the more I see You look at me the way You have this evening, the more I will strive to please You and not fail. And the mixture of pain with pleasure is something I very much want to explore further... I like the way it feels."
When I finished, I looked directly at this man I had so willingly given myself up to and I knew without a doubt that my words were true.
"That pleases Me very much." Jared reached out and took my hand before adding, "We are looking forward seeing you bloom, zoiegirl."
***
It wasn't long after we'd finished eating that Jared took a hand from each of us in His and led us upstairs. He made us sit side by side on the foot of the bed and when He had our undivided attention He spoke.
"Anal training is very important to Me as I truly enjoy fucking every hole My girl has to offer. Consequently, it has been on My mind since I left you two for the second time this morning. I will be using your ass tonight zoiegirl and while I do, you'll be helping Me with something I've been working on with jade. I'm going to get out of these clothes, while I do I want the two of you to enjoy a little pleasure in each other. Just remember jade, she is not to cum."
"Yes, Master"
When He turned and left the room jade reached for me and we fell into each other's arms. We'd played and kissed an touched a bit all day but we hadn't fully indulged in the pleasure of each other. When I felt her soft lips pressed to mine some sort of switch went off inside me. I was so hungry for affection that I submersed myself in the wonder of it. There had been more of this in the past few days than I'd had in the past few years but I hadn't let myself believe in the reality of it until that moment. I'd been so afraid that this whole thing might blow up in my face that I was never really letting myself believe in it. Now... pulling jade into my arms while she kissed me hard and deep, I dared not only to believe that everything I'd been wanting was falling into place but that I had truly found the rest of my life in the love of my two friends.
We were wrapped completely in each other... arms, legs and lips when Jared returned and He moaned low and guttural at the sight on His bed. He put His hands gently on my hips and pulled me down to kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed then set to work binding His jade by the wrists and ankles to each of the four bed posts, spreading her wide.
He looked down at me after He added the ball gag to His sweet submissive and spoke in that soft but commanding voice.
"Did you have any problems with being bound to the chair this morning zoiegirl?"
"No, Jared."
"Good. I know you are more than willing to enjoy licking cunt so I'd like you on your knees between jade's legs. Position yourself so that you can reach her with your mouth when told to."
"Yes, Jared!"
I climbed on the bed and assumed the position that He'd instructed for me. Then He placed me in wrist cuffs and ran rope through the loops and pulled my hands under jade's thighs before tying the ends off at the head posts.
"I'm not going to tie your legs apart unless you can't manage to keep yourself open and in position for Me. Do you want to taste her zoie? Does her wet cunt call to you?"
"Oh! Oh yes, Jared!"
"Good. But you should know that you are not indulge your desires. You have not been given permission to taste because jade's cunt is Mine. So unless or until I say you can, there will be no cunt for you."
I was breathing hard and my mouth watered for jade's sweet taste, and I was amazed at how strong the desire to lick and suck her hard little clitty pulled at my gut. This was something I never dreamed I'd truly want to do... before.
"Y.. yes Jared..."
"Good girl! My jade has expressed a deep need to protect you from the things you fear. I intend to show her that she need not fear for you by keeping her helpless while I use you tonight. Now, I know she would never try to stop Me because she knows that I will never truly harm either of you, but this is an exercise in the truth of that matter."
I was starting to tremble all over. Just what was He going to do? My answer came when He laid the crop on the bed within sight. Oh. God. At least it wasn't a whip, I told myself, right before He put a short whip next to the crop. Fuck!
"I'm going to give you a reward for doing so well today zoie. You may cum if you feel the need, but I will be using your ass and while I do, I will be using the crop and the whip."
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I was shaking all over now and I heard jade whimper when she felt my trembling. Something cold on my soon to be violated bud, jerked me out of my stupor. He was lubing me for His cock! I felt His finger prodding at hole and I jerked just a bit which earned me a sound swat!
"Oh!"
"If you wiggle about too much I will tie your knees apart."
"Yes... S..sir."
"Good girl!"
His finger pressed against me and I felt it slide slowly in. Then he pulled it out and I felt His other hand come from underneath to lightly stroke my swollen needy clit. I moaned loudly at the feathery touch and He inserted the digit into my ass again. Slowly... slowly He fucked me with His long finger while His other hand barely stroked at my eager clit. I didn't know whether I was nearing bliss or plunging into pain but the more He worked His finger into me the more I relaxed into it. When He added another one I tensed again and He increased the pressure on my clit. I wanted to cry and at the same time I wanted to cum! The conflicting sensations had my mind spinning! When I felt the third finger being added to my tight hole I cried out and jade pulled at her restraints. I looked up at her and knew that she wanted to touch me... to soothe me...
Get a grip Zoie! I spoke harshly to myself. Is He truly hurting you? Is it a bad pain? No. No... in fact it was the kind of pain that you expected to be worse than it really was. I want this! I want to enjoy being fucked this way and I know in time it will truly feel good. I willed myself to relax and the effects were immediate. The moment my muscles stopped fighting His fingers I knew that I would eventually welcome this kind of use. The pressure was intense and I shivered but this time it was with pleasure. Jared felt my acceptance too because He removed His fingers and placed the blunt head of His hard cock at my entrance.
"you are doing very well sweet zoie. I am very pleased with your submission. Aren't you proud of her, jade?"
I looked up into jade's eyes and saw her nod her approval and I managed a weak smile. Jared stroked my swollen clit in earnest then and I exploded without warning! I moaned long and loud and hunched into Jared's big strong hand!
"Thank you, Jared!"
"You are very welcome, zoiegirl!"
Before he'd finished speaking Jared began pushing into me. It felt big and hard and... good.. when he stretched me more than I had been all day. I gasped and cried out but it stuck in my throat and hung there silently as He pushed without stopping all the way inside!
"OH! OH God!" I'd finally found my voice and with it, another mind blowing orgasm!
"That's my good girl!"
Jared let me ride my bliss while He pulled out and pushed back in harder and faster. It wasn't long before I was arching my back and welcoming His long thick cock! I wasn't ready to move in time with Him but I cast off my fears and submitted to the Master of my body!
"Oh yes! Oh! So good!" I moaned as I stared into the open weeping cunt just a tongue's length away... I wanted to plunge into it... to suck and lick and devour it! I would have too, I know it but just as I was about to fail my Master's instructions, I felt my fire on my ass. The crop landed and the set fire to me before I'd even registered the cracking sound.
"FUCK!"
"you weren't about to lick my jade were you zoie?"
"N..no J..J"
CRACK!
"Oh my god! Yes! Yes, Jared I was! I want to so bad! I want to make her cum while I suck her dry!"
Jared dropped the crop on the bed, "Honesty is always the best choice, sweet zoie," he panted out while He continued to ride my ass. "Let's try out the whip, shall we?" He asked as He scooped it off the bed.
I started to tense and the pain came back into my pounded hole.
"Relax, sweet girl, you are about to realize how unfounded your fears truly are. Are you not enjoying my cock in your ass?"
"Yes, Jared! Yes!"
There was a swish in the air before the thongs of the whip bit into my back. I flinched and tightened on the battering ram inside but I realized even as it happened that the whip wasn't as ferocious as crop had been. I looked up at zoie whose breathing was as rapid and shallow as my own and I found inside me the will to speak.
"One!"
"Ahhh! Yes, zoiegirl!" I barely recognized the growl behind me as coming from Jared! He slowed only to drip a little more lube around the edges of my stretched hole and then the pace picked up again.
When the whip landed the second time I laid my cheek on the weeping pulsing cunt in front of me came again!
"Two!" I gasped out when I could.
He fucked me hard for four more lashes while I counted and on the sixth one He tensed and held Himself as deep in my well fucked ass as He could grind and released His hot cum. When he'd softened a bit inside me He pulled me up by my hair and licked jade's sweet honey off my cheek.
"Mmmm that's the sweetest taste in the world..." He murmured into my ear. "Would you like to try it? You've been a very good girl tonight, zoie. Would you like some of that sweet cunt?"
"Please, Jared, yes!"
"Enjoy..." He let me go and dove into jade's cunt, devouring it just as I'd imagined doing while He'd used my virgin ass.
Jared untied me and let me use my hands to touch jade's trembling body while I desperately tried to lick her dry. He leaned over and whispered something in her ear just before she tensed and flooded my mouth with her sweet nectar. Permission... I thought as silently left us alone for few minutes.
When Jared returned His body was damp and smelled slightly of soap when He lay down next to jade and kissed her all around her ball gag as she quietly came in my mouth again. My hunger was finally waning as the fatigue set in and jade was relaxing under my soft licks and moans.
Jared set about releasing jade from her restraints as spoke to us, the soft timber back in His voice...
"I'm very pleased with my sweet girls. You both did so well tonight. I know, zoie, that you are exhausted and I'm not yet finished with jade so why don't you try to get some rest. If you think you can bathe without touching my cunt you may want to enjoy a nice hot soak before you sleep. Give us a kiss before you go, though. We'll miss your warm body." He smiled at me and knew my dismissal was genuinely for the benefit of my exhausted body.
I crawled up the bed and kissed Him softly on the lips, "Thank You, Jared..." Then I bent and kissed jade several times in various places on her face around the gag that Jared had not yet removed. "Thank you, jade... thank you. This has been the best day of my life... so far." I could see the smile in her eyes as I lifted my aching bones and turned to leave, a hot bath already waiting for me in my mind.
"zoie?"
I turned back to the sound of His voice, "Yes, Jared?"
"If you wake in the night and don't want to be alone? you can always come to Us."
I smiled and thanked Him and walked to my room with joy overflowing.
The following is what happened after I left, as told to me the next day by jade...
"I know you want it off but I love the way your sweet lips look stretched around it. It makes My cock hard any time I see you struggle with something big in your luscious mouth. No, it's true! Here... feel what the sight of you is doing to Me. Ahh... your hands are so soft baby...Mmmm.... You looked absolutely delicious tonight, all stretched out and spread wide under our zoie. I hope she didn't get all you have to offer tonight because I don't think I can leave you alone even if you are exhausted. That's my good girl. I'll tell you what, since you've been my perfectly sweet submissive tonight, you may choose how I use my pretty little cunt."
jade didn't need to stop and think about it. She knew exactly what she wanted so she let go of His throbbing cock and pressed Him to His back as she threw her leg over Him and lifted herself to up to straddle Him. Taking His rock hard length in her hand she stroked it hard but slow as she hovered her cunt over the thick head. Jared groaned low in His chest and jade shivered as she felt it in her soul. Slowly she lowered her sopping cunt on to His hard cock and sighed deeply around the gag. He let her do all of this without taking over... until... paused with His pulsing dick pressing the limit of her womb, she took His hand and slid it out over the mattress until it stopped on the discarded crop.
"Oh! My sweet little jade... just when I think you couldn't possibly serve Me any better...
jade kept the rest to herself, but if you've been following us, I'm sure you can imagine, as I can, just how deliciously wicked it must have been...
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Where do I start? We've been gone a long time, I know, Jared and jenna and I... and there have been a lot of changes. The first, I'm sure you'll notice, is that I'm saying we. I guess if you've ever read any of the exploits of Jared and jenna you'll know that I've always been a part of their lives... as a friend and a confidant... but our relationship has changed. I am... let's just say, more involved... for now.
I suppose I should start with jenna's "Outing." That's when everything started to change. I noticed it immediately. They spent more and more time with Sir Phillip and marthagirl and the other friends they made that night. jenna even introduced me to Skyhawk and His angel and told them that I am a writer. Their story is fascinating and they have agreed to let me tell it! Anyway, they spent the whole weekend there that Halloween and this year, <em>they</em> are planning on hosting the costume ball! I never dreamed that either of them would change how they felt about sharing their lives so intimately but I guess I was wrong! It wasn't the first time and it definitely wasn't the last! Take me, for instance. If anyone had asked me when I first started this if any part of this lifestyle was for me? I would have said 'Not no, but Hell no! No man is going to take a whip to me!' But I've learned a lot over the past few years with Jared and jenna. Like the fact that I have hidden behind my keyboard and notepad for far too long. Each day as I watched them grow in their relationship I was more acutely aware of how desperately I want a love like theirs. I'm not talking about lifestyle now... just the complete and utter devotion that they have for one another.
Back to the stars of our show... Jared and jenna explored the lifestyle staying true to their one steadfast vow. Only each other. jenna became more and more submissive to her MasterJared, which brought out His dominance in a whole new way. she even requested that He give her a new name. I was visiting that day and making notes on the party from the night before when I heard jenna ask... so I grabbed my recorder and this is what took place:
"Master?"
"Yes, jenna?"
"Has Your jenna been a good girl?"
"Yes, jenna! you've been very good!"
"Then will my JaredMaster consider a request?"
Jared put down His book and looked down at jenna who was kneeling at His
feet. He sighed deeply and smiled at her. It was no secret How proud He was of how she
served Him!
"Yes, jenna! Ask me anything and I will consider it very carefully because I can see that this is a serious request by the look in my sweet slave's eyes."
jenna fidgeted about on her knees, biting her lip as she carefully thought through how to phrase her question.
"Would it please You... umm... would You consider...giving me a new name? A name that is mine by my Master?"
Jared's brow furrowed."You'll have to tell me why this is on your heart jenna. I love your name... I am quite fond of how our initials are the same and... It's the name I spoke when I first told you that I love you."
jenna's resolve faltered at her JaredMaster's words. Love of those things... His love, and hers now that He'd put it that way, had not been on her mind when she started down this path.
"i..."
"Just tell me, jenna, what is on your mind about a new name?"
"i was thinking i would like to have a name that signified my... life with You. Like a representation of Your ownership and my servitude. You took me as Yours, You gave me a collar that makes me a new and different person altogether, and I thought that a new name would... bring it all together. It made much more sense to me before You professed Your love for my given name."
"I'll tell you what... I'll give you a couple of stipulations. I will not compromise on these, when you give me a name. IF I like it, and IF it fits well enough in My mouth when I say it... then you may have a new name."
jenna smiled at her Master.
"Don't get too excited yet, you haven't heard the rest of My stipulations."
her smile faltered, but only a little.
"First, your new name must be one that I can use in the vanilla world as well as in Our world. When I become accustomed to using it, I don't want to have to consider where We are at that moment. Second, I would prefer it represent who and what you are to Me. I realize this will make it difficult but <strong><em><u>I</u></em></strong> am perfectly happy with the name you have."
"Third, and most important, it must start with j. The significance in that is something I'm too fond of to just let it vanish. Not to mention, you have a necklace that I love to see around your neck that cost me a small fortune!"
"Thank You my Sweet Possessor!"
"you are welcome, now... since you are already so conveniently on your knees, why don't you show your JaredMaster how grateful you are by sucking Me!"
Jared pulled His soft cock out of His shorts and pulled His jenna up by her hair to suck Him. jenna went to work like a starved animal on her Master's slowly awakening member. her soft lips slid up and down while she sucked it to life, her tongue dancing over it wildly. Jared leaned His head back and moaned low in His chest as His fingers wound more fully in jenna's hair.
"Take off the dress."
jenna reached up and untied the halter strings on her flimsy dress and slid it all the way down to her knees without ever missing a beat with her mouth. she wore nothing under the dress so her breasts rested heavily between her Master's thighs and her ass was in the air jerking about in search of... anything to sate the fire between her legs.
I was watching them, fully engrossed as I always am when it dawned on me that I'd heard my name.
"Zoie?"
There it was again! I looked up and found Jared looking straight... at me! I think my mouth was open but I didn't speak. As it turns out, I didn't have to. Now that He had my attention He didn't need a reply.
"Could I trouble you to bring me that crop on the chair next to you?"
Oh. My. God. They don't talk to me during... that! I'm just here to observe! And write! In spite of that, I reached for the crop and felt myself moving across the room. It would be impolite to refuse, right? He thanked me, I think, when I handed it to Him and I turned and walked back to my chair, as I became aware of the deafening sound of my heart pounding in my ears! That was the first time I actively participated. I know it isn't much, just handing Him the crop, but it marked the beginning of something new for all of us.
Jared used the crop on jenna's ass and each snap against her pale skin seemed to increase the flow of honey from her cunt. When the position wasn't satisfying Him any longer JaredMaster pulled jenna off His cock with a loud slurping sound. He moved her to the back of the couch popping her tits with the crop as they made their way to where He would use her. He leaned her over the back of the couch and kicked her feet wide apart while He stretched her arms out along the length of the sofa back.
"Don't move."
And then He left the room tossing the crop on the table where I was sitting. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. What was wrong with me? All I did was hand Him the damned thing! You'd think it was going to bite me the way I was acting! Was I scared? Embarrassed? What the hell? I was sweating!
When Jared returned He had the long thick whip that He used to use for punishment, but jenna was long past needing that type of whipping and the big whip actually made her moan with delight when she caught a glimpse of it over her shoulder. Jared whipped His jennaslave over and over while she squirmed and humped at the air. she was loving every lash even as the pools of black slid down her face from her eyes. The tears mixed with the mascara gave her the wild look of something not fully human.
Jared threw down the whip and swung His hand up hard between her legs, slapping her soaking wet pussy so hard she screamed... and came so fiercely that she shook from head to feet. she was thanking her Master profusely through clenched teeth as He was working the head of His long hard cock into her ass while her thighs still jerked and convulsed. jenna screamed again when the head of His dick popped into her tight hole, but this one was a guttural half scream half growl as she dug her fingers into the couch and braced herself for the rest of Him. Jared hesitated only a moment, losing the battle inside Himself, He slammed His hips against her flaming red ass and jenna's head snapped up in a silent cry of pain while juices from her thumping pussy slid down the inside of her thighs.
I was looking at them in a whole new way. I had watched them in action hundreds of times over the past couple of years but today...? Today what was happening wasn't just a movie playing out in front of me... Today they were as real as that evil, black crop that sat there taunting me! From the moment I touched it, from the moment Jared had spoken to me while His jenna was sucking Him off, something had changed. It was like my senses were hyper-alert. Every grunt was like a roar in my ears! I could see the entire path that a bead of sweat made down Jared's arm before it fell with tiny splash on jenna's ass, and I swear I could smell the difference in the leather of the whip now that it had been warmed by jenna's flesh! And... and when I breathed through my open mouth I could almost taste that honey inside her thighs!
Jared was close now... He let go of her hair and reached underneath her to grab a tit in each hand. jenna wasn't just receiving His cock now, she was meeting each thrust halfway, slamming and grinding against her Master's hips when He paused deep within her. she was grunting and sometimes there was a mad giggling that escaped her. Jared's balls tightened and He released her tits to hook His arms under her and lay over her back so that He could rut inside her more fully. When He came He was biting the crescent tattoo on her shoulder and mumbling...
"Cum! Cum jen! Cum!"
He'd slid one hand down her torso to her cunt and was feverishly fucking it with His fingers when His hot silky seed pushed jenna over the edge. A gush of liquid from her cunt filled and spilled from His hand as they struggled to stay on their feet.
I sat there fully aware of the reality of the things I'd written about without truly knowing any of it... without ever having truly experienced it and... I came.
I don't want to give anyone the wrong impression. I've had orgasms before. I've even had them with partners, though it was usually a memory of these two and the thing they share between them that got me over. And okay, I say partners but there have literally been two men that I've gone out with in the past five years. I fucked the first one on the first night and refused to see him again. I liked the second one but stopped seeing Him when, after three weeks of "losing his wallet," wishing he had a "home cooked meal," and being a "victim of credit card fraud," he asked if he could move in with me until he "got back on his feet." Good sex, bum of a guy.
Anyway, I grabbed my recorder and ran out like an idiot. I went home and masturbated to the recording over and over that weekend and when I had to stop because I'd beaten my clit until it swelled to three times its normal size, I decided I would just tell them I wouldn't be writing about them anymore.
I wanted what they have... unconditional love and trust. Deep down I knew that's why I'd followed them around for so long. As long as I was on the outside looking in, I was safe. I could live through them and never have to take the risk myself. I was curious about the life they led but now I had to admit the curiosity was long gone. I wanted it. I wanted all of it and now, one innocent passing of the crop later, the reality was... I wanted <strong><em><u>them</u></em></strong><strong><u>.</u></strong> .............
On Monday, there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find jenna. she'd consumed me all weekend and now, here she was on my doorstep looking... confused? Or was that... worry? she was truly worried about me.
"Zoie! i've been trying to call since you left Friday! What happened? Are you okay? Did we do something wrong? Is your phone dead or just off? Why did you leave like that? Are you mad at us?"
"Slow down, j. I'm fine. I just had to go. I... remembered I had an appointment and I was late."
"An appointment?" her eyebrow went up.
I love that thing she does that lets you know she doesn't believe a word you're saying. How could I have never noticed that gold tint in the brown of her eyes?
"What about the phone?"
"Okay, look j, there isn't anything wrong. You're just going to have to believe me and let it go, okay? It's personal and... well... I'll stay out of yours and you stay out of mine, okay?"
I kept moving away from her and she kept stepping into my space forcing me to look at her... to smell that damned Dona Karan perfume she always wears... and the soft delicious smell of the lavender and vanilla shampoo that Jared buys her all the time.
Crap. I was hopeless.
"ZoieD?"
That's what she calls me when she's being serious.
"You're in big trouble!"
<strong><em>god, don't I know it.</em></strong>
"You are as deep into my <em>personal stuff,</em>" she made quotes in the air with her fingers! "as you can be! And besides that...,"
<strong><em>her lip quivered! Oh my god! How am I supposed to handle that</em></strong>?
"...we're... i thought we were friends?"
Crap! Crap! Crap!
"We are friends, j. Jeez... Okay, could you be satisfied with the fact that I'm just not ready to talk about it with you?"
There was an infinitely long pause.
"K," she grinned a crooked grin around the still pooched out lip.
And then she stepped in and hugged me. Aw, hell! Her skin felt like a rose petal it was so soft, and I'd been privy to her being stripped naked enough to know that there was absolutely nothing underneath that smocked sundress.
"So... You'll come to dinner with us tonight? I've picked out a name and Jared is taking me to the fondue place i love, so i can tell Him!"
"Actually, I have a lot to wri..."
"Pleeease?"
<strong><em>What is with the lip? How can anybody say no to that?</em></strong>
"Yeah, okay."
"Thank you, Zoie! It wouldn't feel right without you there. You are such a big part of O/our lives that W/we feel like something is missing when you aren't around."
she gave me another quick hug and headed for the door while my head was still swimming in her smell. "Our reservation is at seven-thirty so W/we'll pick you up at seven?" "Sure," I think I managed a smile with no traces of anguish.
And then she was gone, leaving behind her delicious scent to torment me a bit longer. Crap. Crap. Crap. How did you do this Zoie? How did you let this happen?
I asked myself that question all afternoon. I'm not gay. At least... I never thought I was until... no. I'm definitely not gay. I've never in my life been attracted to another woman. Until jenna. But... that wasn't all of it. Because I was fairly certain that if Jared had been the one to come to the apartment that afternoon I'd have felt the same way. I would need to test that theory. Surely I would be in His presence alone at some point during the night. I wracked my brain for a time when I had ever been completely alone with Jared.
I went to the bathroom to take my shower and remembered something so I stopped at the linen closet in the hallway and opened the door. There were a few towels, and some aspirin, hair clips... and then I saw it. Over to the side of a shelf was a dark purple bottle. jenna gave it to me with my other birthday presents from them. It was a bottle of that shampoo... lavender and vanilla. Needless to say, I took a very long shower.
And just as long to do my hair. And makeup. And pick out my clothes. I think I changed fifty times. In the end, I chose a pair of khaki pants and a pale pink cap sleeve cotton top that showed off my tits. Of course, my tits show off no matter what I'm wearing. They are definitely a prominent feature on me. I'm a lot like jenna in that way.
That, however is where our similarities end. While jenna has that wonderfully rich chocolate brown hair, mine is red. I've played around with color before but it is always some version of red, not by choice but because it just refuses to hide it's light under a bushel... so to speak. It doesn't glow like some "carrot tops" but there is no denying the Irish heritage in my blood. My skin is very fair like most true redheads and I don't tan like most people but I do get sort of coppery. My father used to say that his great-grandmother kissed me from the spirit world and blessed me with the riches of her Choctaw land. She is the only member of my family tree who wasn't Irish. Jenna always says my skin looks "slightly sun-kissed." Sometimes I wish I were the typical pale skinned redhead because that would make my nipples less obvious. Of course, pale skin
wouldn't hide the fact that they are puffy but it would camouflage the fact that my areolas are so pale they look white perched on my coppery hued tits. I'm average in height, about 5'5", my eyes are green, and while I've worked hard not to let the extra
pounds creep on, my hips have a natural flare to them. I'm not a good judge of my own beauty but I have been complimented sincerely enough to know that I'm at least "pretty."
When the bell rang, I immediately felt my palms get damp. It was like I was going on a blind date or something! Jeez!
"You go out with them all the time, Zo! Get a grip!" I was talking to myself when I answered the door.
"Excuse me?" It was Jared.
"Oh! Hey! I was just talking to myself. I... say things out loud sometimes to try and make myself remember them..." Was I... <em>blushing</em>? O. M. G. this was going to be a long night.
"Well did you tell yourself to wear shoes? Or... do we need to make a stop along the way?"
Crap.
"I'll be right back..."
The whole time I was fidgeting with the buckle on the outside of my ankle (why do shoemakers do that?) my fingers were trembling. God he is handsome! He is so tall that I've never understood why <em>everyone</em> doesn't automatically call him "<strong>Sir</strong>." His presence is so... commanding. I've heard that expression a thousand times but never understood it until I met Jared.
"Damnit!" I was cursing the tiny buckle when Jared knelt in front of me.
"Here, let me help?" He took my ankle and I swear I felt an electrical current race up my leg straight into my clit!
I slowly let my eyes rise up to examine his face. Oh god! My legs trembled.
"Are you okay?
"Yes! Just... hungry... haven't eaten today."
"Well we need to get some food in you then. There. How does that feel?" He meant my shoes but I was thinking about the charge in my clit.
"Perfect."
............
We were seated in a tiny booth with Jared and jenna across from me. jenna was very excited. she giggled a lot and teased Jared. It was so different with them in the
vanilla world. He doted on her. she was His princess and He treated her as though she were made of precious crystal. jenna revealed her name choice over the first glass of champagne. Jared liked it very much and agreed to try it in His mouth for the rest of the evening until He'd made His decision.
she'd chosen <em>jade</em>. she told Him all that she'd found out and I listened intently though I already knew most of what she was telling Him. First, it's a precious stone revered by the Chinese. My mind was lost in the way her mouth moved as she went into detail of the history of the love the culture has for this revered stone. Second, one of the definitions for jade is <em>slut.</em> This bit of information drew my attention to Jared and the way His body language gave an almost imperceptible shift when she talked about how much she adored being His slut. And finally, it started with j. she was His slut and yet she was so very precious to Him. It was a presentable vanilla name, <em>and</em> it started with j.
she stopped in mid-sentence to me about where she'd found some of her information and held my eyes as she gasped.
"Tell me, how does that feel, jade?" Jared asked her.
"Delicious, Sir!"
her eyes bored into mine. I couldn't look away if I'd wanted to. There was absolute lust there and I was consumed by it.
The waiter approached the table with our appetizers and I can only assume that because <em>jade</em> didn't move, Jared was still fingering her. Jared ordered our meal while jade and I remained locked in each other's eyes. I heard only the last part because Jared moved and jade broke eye contact.
"... these two beautiful ladies are Zoie and My jade and they would very much like some more champagne. Right, darling?"
"Yes, please..." the newly named jade managed a breathy answer.
I drained my glass.
When jenna who I would now have to learn to call jade excused herself to go to the ladies room before dessert, I was certain it was to clean up her cunny juice, as Jared had been using her throughout the meal. He licked His fingers a lot and for the first
time in our friendship I found myself imagining how she must taste. I'm not sure how I managed the courage but I asked Him.
"What does it taste like?"
"The escargot? Did you not get any?"
"No. I don't mean the food."
"Oh!" He chuckled and the throaty sound made me quiver.
"Tart, would be the best way to describe it I suppose. Like a really good apple? Not too sweet and not too bitter... a balance of the two that makes you want to taste it again and again to retain the memory of it... because you know there is nothing else like it."
I liked the way His mouth moved when He spoke and He never once stumbled over what He said because of shyness or my invasion of His privacy. Bold... <em>Commanding</em>.
"Have you never tasted your own?"
I wasn't expecting quid pro quo.
"Umm... yes.. of course! I just... I..."
"You were specifically asking what jen...uh..." He chuckled, "<em>jade</em> tastes like."
It wasn't a question. He already knew the answer. Thank God she was back!
"Did You miss me?"
"Yes! We both did."
He smiled at me when He answered and I drained my glass again.
"Oh, Zoie! i almost forgot! It's time for the Mountains! You're coming, aren't you? You can't refuse you know, we booked your flight last year! We've been looking forward to you being with us haven't we, Darling?" jade turned her lewd gaze on her Master.
"Oh, I..." I stammered... It was already time for the mountains?
"Of course, you must come Zoie." Jared...insisted? Was that a command?
"Yes, well, I did already promise you, didn't I?"
she giggled like a little girl and gave me a beaming smile while I downed another glass of champagne.
In the vehicle on the way home jade insisted I ride up front with them and Jared insisted that jade remove her dress. The bottle of champagne that I'd consumed by myself would have been enough to have my head swimming but that sweet smell of her already warmed sex mixed with her perfume made my clit swell until it felt like I was squeezing a tennis ball between my thighs!
He had her spread her legs as wide as she could and slide down in the seat tilting her pelvis up so that He (and I, though I was trying not to stare) could clearly see everything as He told her to fuck herself. Very clearly and without rushing Jared talked His precious jade through a lewd but calculated self-inflicted finger-fuck.
"That's it baby... show Me what you'll do for Me. Show your Master what a horny little slut you are for Him... show Me why you chose the name jade! Fuck that pussy!"
I couldn't take my eyes off her. I was afraid to move... Afraid of breathing to loud for fear of breaking the spell He had over her... she was completely entranced by His voice... Every command sending her deeper into her frenzy to please Him! I could feel my own wave of ecstasy building inside to match hers and all I could think about...
all I wanted was to strip off my clothes and join in with her! Let the hypnotic sound of His voice lift me too, into the heights of pure bliss that jade was feeling. I wanted to fall to the floorboard and bury my face in her sweet pussy as she cried out her Master's name!
When I realized that they were quiet, it was too late. I opened my eyes and saw jade collapsed from her ordeal, relaxed and in her Master's lap. We were stopped in front of my apartment... they were lazily smiling at me...
And my hand was in my pants. Crap.
I jerked my hand free and mumbled something incoherent about too much champagne then I said goodnight and slung the door open and practically ran to my apartment. Even, so Jared with His long stride and easy gait was right behind me.
"Zoie, wait."
I stopped in spite of myself. What is this power He has?
"We want to be sure that you get in safely."
"I'm fine," I said making a grand gesture with my arms and slinging my keys right out of my hand.
"We'd also like to invite you to stay with Us tonight."
"Huh?"
Jared walked over and picked up my keys out of the damp grass.
"Come home with Us, Zoie. Stay with Us tonight." Jared put my keys in His pocket and held out His hand. Like a magnet it pulled at me... and just like that I was back in the truck again.
Jared opened my door as He always has but this time He was holding my hand when I got in. jade had slipped her dress back on and was smiling at me with the same big smile. Everything was changing but... still the same. We didn't talk for the short ride from my place to theirs but now it was jade who was holding my hand... squeezing it reassuringly.
............
Inside the foyer jade removed her dress again and knelt before her Master who buckled the black leather collar around her neck. I looked at her not knowing what I should do but she just gave me a grin that assured me I was doing fine.
Jared turned to me and though I wasn't the least bit sure I even wanted to, I started to kneel. He chuckled and grabbed my hand pulling me up and giving me a reassuring smile then his face grew soft but serious as he gently brushed a piece of hair out of my eyes.
"Anything that happens tonight will be strictly up to you, Zo. I confess that jade and I have discussed and agree that you have made a place for yourself in Our life
together that cries out for further exploration. This is something We've never
considered with anyone else. There is no other that We trust in these things... except you. We have been discussing it for sometime but have never received any indication from you that Our way of things would appeal to you in any way... until now." He smiled gently at me. "Still... We want you to be comfortable so tonight We will do what comes naturally to Us and you may join Us if you wish." Then he kissed me softly on my lips and I glanced quickly at jade as my heart raced but... she was smiling... proudly.
"Wha..."
As if he could read my mind Jared answered the question before I could ask it.
"The things that jade does for Me are not expected of you as you do not belong to Me, and... as Our minds stand right now... this is not something We will seek to change. You are invited into Our family only if you wish it... freely. I will ask things of
you, of course, but for now let's just spend the night enjoying what We've find out about you, shall we?"
I smiled a little... sighed raggedly... and blushed profusely.
Jared kissed me softly once more then turned to jade, "Why don't you two go upstairs and get comfortable? I'll give you some time to relax a little and then I'll bring up some more champagne, alright Darling?"
"Yes, my Love!" jade stood and took my hand still smiling like a giddy school girl and led me up the stairs squeezing my hand and telling me how happy she was that this was finally happening.
I thought I was going to faint.
............
I took a deep breath... I've been in this room a hundred times... It's just their bedroom, I thought... Of course, I've never been in it while a naked/delicious-smelling/lip-licking/jenna/jade took my shirt off... omg! I was wearing my ugly bra! BLUSH! Either she didn't notice or it didn't matter to her because she had it off too before the flush had gone from my cheeks. Her nipples were so hard! Wait... no... my nipples... no... yes... okay our nipples were brushing against each other and... oh god... her skin was cooler than mine... that made sense, she's been naked longer...
Wait... when did she take my pants off? Thank goodness I didn't wear my ugly underwear too! Or did I? Where are they? Oh... oh... god...okay... walking... walking is good. Get. A. Grip! You do want to be present for this don't you, Zo?? Okay got it now... sitting on the bed to take off the shoes! She's talking! Pay attention and stop staring at her like some kind of pre-pubescent boy!!
"I love these shoes... you have to let me borrow them again sometime? my Jared really liked them on me!"
"Of course... you know you don't have to ask... hey... I'm not helpless... I can get that."
"No!" she said as her fingers worked the buckle of the Naughty Monkey sandal and she slid it off my foot, "it excites me... undressing you..."
I shivered as she slid one hand up the back of my calf to my knee and then removed to the other shoe.
"JaredMaster says that heels this high bring out everything that is lustful in a woman..."
"Oh?"
"Yes, the stretch of her calves," she said as she traced her fingers up mine and let the second shoe slip to the floor. "The sway of her hips," that remark was met with a tiny lick of her hot tongue on my hipbone. "The way her breasts bounce with each step," she said as her lips grazed my nipple." I gasped and my friend... who was soon to be half of my new love lay atop me and her soft skin... her full round breasts... her sweet lips when they touched mine... her warm wet tongue in my mouth... her hot wet sex on my thigh... made me cum.
I heard the soft tinkling of the crystal flutes and the hundreds of tiny popping bubbles in the bottle of champagne, but not Jared's soft footsteps when he entered the room. I lifted the blindfold of bliss that had covered me and gazed at His long lean magnificent body. He had undressed already. Oh god... He was nothing less than beautiful. His bronzed skin, in the dimly lit room, made my mouth water for just a taste. Again I was struck with the thought of all the times that I'd seen this magnificent body in the same state of undress and yet this time... well this time as He approached His slave, I was underneath her! This time when he reached out that strong hand and extended His finger... it could just as easily have grazed my tingling flesh!
It didn't. I watched as He drug his finger down jade's spine and as He did her head that had been laying on my shoulder popped up and her eyes and mouth flew open as she gasped in pleasure... and I willed myself to feel His touch through her body. Very soon her body was moving against mine in tiny up and down thrusts that I realized was from Jared fucking her with His fingers. Her eyes, filled with greedy lust, were locked with mine.
"Zoie," Jared was talking but I couldn't take my eyes off the panting, lip quivering, pre-orgasmic face of His jade. "
"Let's do this together, shall we?"
"Yes," there was no other answer for me.
"Put your hand between your bodies and stroke her clitty for me."
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. I managed to liberate my right hand from the sheet that I'd been trying to choke to death and slid it, palm up, between mine and jade's dewy bodies. I found her engorged clit with ease and began to massage it with my trembling fingers.
"Master!"
"Yes jade... cum for Me... cum for zoie."
Oh how she came! I felt her whole body trembling on top of me as she half groaned half screamed into my neck while she humped both Jared's fingers and mine! As she ground her pussy on my fingers it forced the knuckles of my upturned hand into my own soaking wet sex. When I started to cum I lifted my knees and spread them as wide as they would go just like I do when I masturbate and that made jade's weight settle more solidly on my hand between my legs and that...? Well that brought on a second orgasm so strong that I couldn't silence it. I moaned loud and jade answered with her own primal lust.
I felt the wet spot form beneath me from the flood of pussy juices. It was jade... it was me... and now it was us. Just the thought made my mind leap in a hundred different directions. I could definitely get used to this!
jenn... no... jade's weight shifted and I opened my eyes to see her Master lifting her hips and bringing her up on her knees. He pulled her hair arching her back and leaning down to her ear to whisper, "Does my little slut want to kiss zoie?"
"Yes! Yes Master!"
"Good because I very much want to see your hungry mouth on zoie's lovely lips."
When He released her hair she leaned down and panting heavily she asked my permission, "May I kiss you zoie?" OH hell yes!
I nodded my head without saying what my mind was screaming.
Jared pushed His rock hard rod into her sweet wet pussy as she lowered her
soft lips to mine. she moaned into my mouth and I imagined that Jared was taking me. I could almost feel the hard heat of His very long cock sliding into me... almost.
That night, Jared, with very little sadism, fucked His beautiful jade and through her, me, in turn. He mounted her from behind while she was still atop me and I kissed and touched every part of her I could reach. I wanted desperately to touch Him too but I wasn't quite sure how yet. I know that doesn't make much sense but Jared's Dominance isn't just something He likes to do. It is what He is through and through. Even when He is gently doting on His jade, He is acting on His deep-seated need to protect her from anything that would harm her. This, of course, is the other side of His Dominance.
So how does one willfully reach out and touch a Dom? I had no idea. For the time being, I was willing to enjoy Him through her. When Jared was ready to cum He
pulled jade to the edge of the bed and put her feet on the floor to stand but kept her bent over me... this had the effect of leveling her mouth with my dripping, throbbing, needy pussy.
"Does my little jade want to lick some cunt?"
"Yes JaredMaster! Yes!"
"Does Zoie want my slut to lick her pretty pussy?"
Oh god yes! I was breathing hard but I managed a quick nod.
Jared chuckled at me for the second time that night then He pushed so hard into jade that her face was forced into my soaking wet sex.
"Be a good girl, jade, and make Zoie cum."
I have no words to describe adequately the way her soft face and tender lips felt when they touched my hungry pussy. To be licked by a woman is so very different than by a man. I never imagined that the same act could feel so vastly apart from the other. Don't misunderstand me, not better, just not the same. I simply adore the way warm, high thread count sheets feel on my naked skin. That doesn't mean I can't also adore cool silk sheets in the same manner. Both make my skin tingle and my nipples hard.
Jade's mouth worked on my pussy like she had been feasting on women all her life. I was writhing like an animal in what seemed like only seconds. Then, like a string of firecrackers we each exploded! Jared started pumping His silky cum into jade, who answered with her own orgasm while she moaned loudly into my pussy. It was all too much! The sweet tongue on my clit, the sweat from Jared's body while He cooed "good girls," the moaning and gasping, the lingering champagne buzz... my orgasm ripped
through my body like a freight train! I was loud and lewd and I was loving every second of this wonderful new way of expression! No quiet rustle of paper, no tapping on the keyboard. This was <strong><em>me</em></strong>, and it was amazing and all I could think while I drifted back to earth was... when? When will I feel that way again?
............
I received my answer sometime during the night when jade woke me with soft kisses on my nipples...
"JaredMaster wants me to suck His cock. Would you like to join me Zoie?"
"Oh yes... Yes I would," I almost bumped my head against hers in my haste to sit up.
They traded places in the bed and I found myself next to Jared's long, lean, beautiful body. My need to touch Him was even stronger now that He was so close without jade between us. I didn't have to fret over how to do it this time, though. He invited me to touch by my hand and placing it on His hard stomach, then He slid it down to His long hard cock. I could feel it throbbing in my hand as His jade slipped it into her hungry mouth. Oh! It felt so good in my hand. I watched for a moment while she licked and kissed it, then I felt Jared's strong hand in my hair. He turned my face toward His and he kissed me deeply.
"Would you prefer to watch?"
I shook my head no.
"Then... why don't you help my sweet jade?"
I slid down His body, enjoying the hard warmth and I waited for jade to come up for air. she wrapped her hand around mine and released Him from her lips then she smiled at me and tilted the long hard shaft in my direction. Taking Him into my mouth set off a rapid fire of pulsing in my pussy, which was already wet again. I remember thinking that even when I masturbate for long periods of time, I never get as wet as I'd been over and over this night. He was steel wrapped in soft velvet in my mouth. Rock hard but flesh so tender I wanted to nip it between my teeth.
I was eagerly trying to get more and more of Him in my mouth when I felt jade's lips sliding along the shaft to meet mine. I released Him and she took the head again. We alternated one sucking and licking and taking Him in while the other slid up and down the shaft with our wet lips. Jared was running His fingers through my hair and
winding His other hand tightly in hers while He moaned with pleasure. He was deep in jade's mouth when He gently tugged me back and forced her farther down His long shaft. It was so much longer this close up! He pulled her back up and let us go back to taking turns for a few minutes before pushing her down on Him again. Oh my goodness! Where did it all go? When He pulled her up this time I was eager to try it too but I didn't get a chance before He got up on His knees and started stroking Himself. "Kneel up!"
I wasn't sure if that command included me or not but I couldn't have stopped myself from obeying that deep guttural order any more than j could. We were both on our knees instantly with our mouths open like hungry little birds and to my surprise, He took my mouth first. I'm not experienced and it has been a long time for me but I love to suck cock. I love the way it feels in my mouth, I love making a man moan from the pleasure I give with my mouth, and I really do love the way cum tastes when I've accomplished my goal. So taking Jared's cock was the only thing I felt halfway confidant about so far. I just hoped He didn't expect a complete deep throat. He was so long I was afraid I wouldn't be able to do it. He placed His feet on each side of my thighs and cradled my face in His hands.
"You have a beautiful mouth Zoie," I know I blushed but I felt pride too at receiving a compliant from the Adonis who stood over me, "You may stop me at any time by simply putting your hand on my thigh." I nodded, my mouth still open and my eyes drinking in the sight of that gorgeous cock so close to my lips. He slid into my waiting mouth slowly. I won't say that He was savoring me but I do believe He was letting me enjoy Him all to myself for a few moments. He moved in and out of my mouth in a pumping motion but He didn't force Himself into my throat and He was very gentle. His flesh was hot and He was so hard to have cum already that night. It felt good, taking Him inside me... being intimate with someone I knew I could trust. I was enjoying Him... truly relishing the act of sucking Him.
I almost whimpered when He pulled out of my hungry mouth and stepped to His jade. I watched them hoping I'd get another chance. Her took her by her hair on each side of her face as He positioned Himself over her the same way He had me.
"My jade has an exquisite mouth too," He said as He looked deep into her chocolate eyes, then He gave her His cock in the same manner as He had me. Slowly,
with calculated strokes, He moved in and out of her. jade laved and sucked Him, taking Him in her mouth and moaning on Him. I knew that sound... I'd learned it through the
years. Without words her moans said, "Fuck me Master, please. Take me because i am Yours." But He didn't. He made her wait and she did whimper when He pulled her off Him. It was my turn again and I had to make myself stay calm.
"Do you remember what I told you about how to stop me?" His eyes were looking deep into mine. It was mesmerizing. I nodded again.
"I'd like to hear you say so, if you don't mind."
"Yes, Jared, I remember."
"That's a good girl," He said as he smiled at me in a way that made my pussy quiver. He pushed into my mouth with slightly more force this time. The difference in this and the first time He entered my mouth made a bold statement without Him having to say it aloud. <strong><em>You've had your turn, now this time is for Me.</em></strong>
Before, He was letting me enjoy Him. This time, He was enjoying me. He fucked my mouth in the way I imagine sex is between couples who have been married a long time. They sort of settle into a rhythm. They have been through the honeymoon years where they tried every position in every room and now they're just ready to get to the part that feels best. I don't mean bored sex between people who aren't really in love anymore. I mean the kind where they want to just skip the foreplay and go right to the orgasm. Jared was fucking my mouth for His pleasure, for what feels good to Him, stroking into my mouth like a pussy. It was faster and harder than before and when He pulled out of me this time it was all I could do not to beg Him back.
He went back to jade and fucked her in the same way. I was watching them both and I wanted to lean over and suck her big dark nipples but I was afraid that if I got distracted I would miss my next turn. Together, they were an amazing sight... He held her by her hair and spoke to her the whole time.
"That's my girl... suck it... show Me how much you love to suck my cock, baby!"
I hadn't realized I was rubbing my clit until Jared spoke to me. He never took His eyes off of His jade but spoke to me.
"Zoie, I'd like you to wait on your pleasure. If you will, I'll take care of it for You."
I think I blushed from my head to my toes, which isn't difficult for a redhead. I
was embarrassed but at the same time I understood that I had just received my first command from Jared. True, it was phrased as a request, but the meaning came in loud and clear. <strong><em>I'll decide when it's time for you to cum.</em></strong>
I stopped immediately. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to. I wanted Him to give me my pleasure.
It was my turn again and all I could think was how badly I wanted to please Him. When He cradled my face this time He reminded me how to stop Him and then He said, "I'm going to fuck your throat now. You'll need to try and relax a little."
Oh god. Please, please, please don't let me disappoint Him!
He went slowly at first, pushing into my throat only a little before backing out and starting again. He went a little deeper each time but He didn't linger and He didn't hold me. I could have pulled away at any time but I didn't want to. I gagged some but He didn't seem to care either way. He had worked His way in one small stroke at a time until I was taking most of Him in my throat but I knew... I knew He wanted all of it in... I knew because I'd seen Him give all of it to jade and I'd seen what it did to Him to push all the way into her throat, to have her nose pressed flat against Him, and I wanted to give Him that too. I wanted it so badly that three times being told didn't even enter my brain! I reached up to wrap my hands around His legs to brace myself for the next thrust, but the moment my hand touched His thigh I realized my mistake! He was out of me in an instant and moving to His jade. I could have cried!
I watched Him with His beautiful jade and I knew that she could do for Him what I had not. I also knew that even if I hadn't stupidly put my hand on His thigh He would still have finished with her. It was as it should be and I didn't resent it, I just felt stupid for giving up my time early. And as I watched I began to see the difference again in this third taking. This wasn't her time and it wasn't His, this third time was about them... about what they are. He is the Master and He has complete power over His submissive treasure. He fucked her throat in a way that screamed I OWN you! He held her by her hair and neck and used her throat like a fist, jacking Himself off with this His slave... His slut... His precious jade. I'd seen this play out many times without truly understanding the subtle differences, only thinking it was about the growing excitement that brought them from her gentle sucking to His savage thrusting into her.
Yes, I was learning a lot, but I was also ready to explode with lust! My mind raced with <strong><em>Me! Me! Do me!</em></strong> Jared stopped before He came and He took jade by the wrists and stretched her out on the bed. There was a pair of leather cuffs hanging from the headboard and He used them to keep her hands over her head. He stretched her out tight, gripping her ankles and dragging her down until the tension from her cuffs had her arms up off the bed, then He spread her legs as wide as He could keeping her knees slightly bent. Then He turned to me and I was more than just a little worried.
He held His long hard cock in His hand stroking it slowly and I think He was steeling Himself to speak to me. He was in full-on Master mode and I think He was shifting gears to address me in a way that He felt proper?
"Until we have discussed this new development further, I will not bind or whip you. I will however, as I said before, want certain things from you. If you are willing to explore those things slowly I am ready to give you what you wanted earlier when you were rubbing your cunt. I'll only ask for your consent until we set some guidelines. After that, after the rules have been established, there will be no more asking. Do you want to continue tonight, or would you prefer to masturbate while I finish with jade?"
"I want to c... continue." I was shaking all over under His stare.
"I want to continue, Jared. I would like you to say my name."
"I w...want to continue, J...Jared!"
"Good. Get on your hands and knees above her."
Oh god. Oh god. I moved quickly to do as He said and I was amazed by the look on jade's face. It was pure lust underneath pure submissive resignation. She would do anything for Him. That moment was the first time I'd considered if my presence here tonight was her idea or His.
jade's eyes fluttered and she sighed deeply and realized that something was happening that I couldn't see. I dropped my head and looked down between our bodies to see Jared laving and sucking greedily at jenna's pussy. He didn't stay there long and when jenna lunged her hips at His departing mouth He slapped her soundly on her outer thigh.
"Keep your head up please, Zoie"
I snapped my head back up and didn't look back down. I felt His tongue on my clit and I gasped. "Ooohhh..."
"Do you like that, Zoie?"
"Yes!"
"I'll remind, tonight, you that I want to hear you say My name."
"I'm sorry. Yes, Jared, yes I like it very much."
"Good."
He licked me again and this time it was a long flat tongue lick that from this position started at my clit and ended with a deep thrust into my wet pussy. I moaned again. I closed my eyes and let His lips and tongue take me on an amazing journey. I felt warm all over and imagined myself doing this over and over. In fact, I was already wondering what I would do if they changed their minds and I was no longer invited to their bed. They... their... I remembered jade beneath me and my eyes flew open to look at her. I searched her eyes but just like in the foyer when this night truly began I saw nothing there but pride. No jealousy... Only pride that I understood to be for Master, then. But now I know it was pride for what she had. Pride at being owned by such a magnificent Lover and skillful Master and beautiful Man. He was hers because He had chosen her to be His.
I came hard and I couldn't stop my pussy from pressing back harder on His mouth. jade moaned beneath me and Jared stopped licking me to speak.
"you do not have permission to cum, jade."
"Yes, Master..."
"Don't make Me whip you on Zoie's first night with us."
"I'll be good, Master!"
Jared licked me some more and I could feel the heat building in my pussy. I wanted to cum but jade's denial made my emotions swim inside me. How could I cum again and again while she was forced to watch with no relief. When Jared pushed His fingers inside my already throbbing cunt, I had no choice. It only took seconds before my body shook and my hips started to buck like something wild and I dropped my head to jade's shoulder and rode my bliss to her soft chanting in my ear.
"i belong to Master, i will not cum!" over and over she whispered it while my orgasm subsided. Jared had let me collapse on jade and her soft full breasts and sweet body underneath me made my euphoria stretch on and on.
I felt Jared positioning Himself behind me and for a fleeting moment I thought, <strong><em>there is no way that I can take Him now! I'm spent!</em></strong> But it wasn't me He was after. I just happened to be astride what He wanted. jade moaned loudly when He stuffed His hard cock inside her and He reminded her again that she was His and He would decide when she could cum. Underneath mine, her body jerked with the force of His thrusts and I couldn't help put take her mouth in mine and kiss her sweet puffy lips. I shouldn't have because the kiss coupled with hard fucking nearly sent her reeling and I jerked my head back and whispered quickly to her...
"No jade! Don't cum! No! NO!"
The mantra started again and she drifted off the abyss of pleasure and centered herself again in service. I was just about to move off of her so that there would be no undoing on my part when Jared told me, "Turn around, Zoie. I want jade to clean you while I enjoy your face."
Oh god! Would she cum when she licked me? I'd never pitied her punishments because she was His of her willing submission but I didn't want to be any part of the reason for them. But I did as Jared said. Already He had a power over me that I did not understand. He was pounding into her hard now and the moment my pussy settled onto her mouth she moaned loudly.
"Cum baby! Cum!" He had given permission and she bucked wildly in her pleasure. He grabbed me by neck and pulled me to His mouth, kissing me hard while He tensed and exploded in His slave! I didn't think it possible but my horny little pussy started to spasm and I trembled with my own orgasm. Jared pulled out and stretched His long body across the foot of the bed.
"I need to be cleaned, jade"
she moved from beneath me and alongside His long lean legs and took Him in her mouth. she lovingly licked every trace of their cum from His soft cock and I was enjoying what a beautiful sight it was, when I took in the whole picture of them, my eyes drinking in their lovely bodies, I saw the glisten of their juices on her thigh. I couldn't help myself... all I wanted was to taste them both at the same time. My mouth watered and I moved to put my mouth on her slick wet pussy.
"That belongs to Me, Zoie. Normally you will ask permission first. You may
have it now. I would have told you already had I known you might desire it. We will go over everything soon. I just need you to understand from the very beginning that jade's body is Mine and anything you want from it must be cleared with Me first." He smiled at me and I understood that there was no anger or disappointment in what He said. It was only the first of many things He would teach me. "Go ahead... you may enjoy it."
And I did. I licked every drop I could get from her cum filled pussy while she lovingly suckled her Master. Jared woke us both a bit later to get us up on the pillows and under the cover. I was half asleep but it didn't escape me that as we settled back into sleep that they had both kissed me goodnight and I now had a place under Jared's other arm. He slept between us with our heads resting on His shoulders and jade and I held hands across His chest.
I didn't dream. I think it was because my dreams were already coming true.
............
Anyway, that's the way it started. I spent the next day with them entirely and when we were all so sated that we could finally think with clear minds we talked about the way things would be now. About how long "now" actually was. About what they expected from me and what I expected of wanted from them.
Because I was still very unsure about the S/m, Jared agreed to involve me in it very slowly. "When I first met jenna who is now My jade, We knew almost from the first what We wanted from each other. We have grown and changed along the way... We are changing still, hence the new name, but I sense that while you want to be with Us in some capacity, you aren't quite sure yet as to the lifestyle We share. I believe that is something you will have to explore a little along the way. I also believe that it will be more difficult for you to acclimate to as you will be serving Me. I am not your Master and from the beginning discussions jade and I had about you that was never to be the case. It isn't that you aren't worthy, We just hold true to Our belief in one slave to one Master. However, We also agree that there is a place in Our life for you, if you want it. Defining that is something I can't yet do for you so if you don't mind, I'd like to ask you some questions?
"I don't mind, Jared."
"Good... Am I correct in believing that this has all come as a bit of a surprise to you? That you never thought of being with Us so intimately until recently?"
"Yes. I mean..."
"Jared or Sir, whichever suits best."
"Yes, Sir. I had not until... Until I handed you the crop on Saturday morning."
"Saturday? As in less than five days ago?"
"Yes, Sir. I was blushing... again. When you asked me for the crop? It was the first time that either have You have ever spoken to me during sex and... well... it was like something snapped out at me and drug me into Your world from outside! I know that sounds strange, given the fact that I am all up in Your lives all the time, but until that day, I was just looking in a window at You. It sounds crazy even to me but..."
"No it doesn't. Sometimes actions... even the simplest one can change the course of everything. Remind Us someday to tell you what one little tit comment did to Us." Jared grinned at j who gave Him a wicked smile in return.
"In that case maybe We should start with what you are wanting, Zoie."
I wasn't sure how to answer, but I went with total honesty. "I want what the two of You have. I want the total devotion to one another and the complete exchange of love and trust. And at the moment... I want You. Both of You.
"I like that you see the very foundation of what We are Zoie. Without that, We would have never survived. But while you described the intimacy, you didn't touch on the physical nature of what We are. This is a relationship of Dominance and submission, of power exchange and of the giving and receiving of S&m. If it is only the love and devotion, the total trust that you crave, you can get that in the right vanilla partner."
"No, Sir. I know I want more. I know I want to submit to my lover. I'm just not sure yet how deeply I want to go. And..."
Jared waited then prompted me to continue with assurances of no judging.
"And before I seek a Master I think it only wise to know how deeply my submission runs. I need to know how much of myself I'm willing to release to Him. I've seen the people and couples at the parties You attend. There are all different levels of Dominance and submission. I know without doubt that I don't have any desire to Dominate. On the other hand, the simplest command from You sends my pussy into overdrive. I want to submit. I want it very much. But I'm frightened about how far to go and with whom."
"jade and I have already discussed this possibility. It was more on the level of you simply being curious but it is the same principle. I am willing, as is she, to train You to submit to the level you are comfortable with so long as you understand that I am not your Master. I am to you a Dom. One you will obey and respect but always have the option of refusing. This will be a difficult thing to manage as I can't always let you refuse or you'll never learn anything, so jade will help introduce you to new things until you are certain that they fit into your level of submission. You will agree upfront to things that you feel you want to learn, then you will have a period of introduction with jade, and the final test of whether it suits your submission will be done with Me. And jade of course. I will not use you alone. It isn't healthy for you form an attachment to me as your Master and I believe that would happen if you submitted to Me alone."
"Yes, Jared. I agree."
"You may stay here overnight anytime you wish for as long as you wish. When you are here will help jade in her normal routines and she will train you in the areas of service that will come up each day. At night We will see what you have learned." "Yes, Sir!" I think I was smiling all over.
"There is just one thing more I would establish up front."
"Because jade knows you well enough to know your dating habits, we didn't concern ourselves with protection, however, I would ask that during your time with Us you refrain from sexual activity outside of this house. If that isn't something you are willing to do then We..."
"I'm sorry to interrupt, Sir, but I can say without doubt before You go further that I have no intention of dating or engaging in sex outside this house. I had the opportunity for that and I chose to spend sexless nights with You two instead. I want to learn my level of submission, and it is my ultimate desire that when I am ready to move on, that... that it will be with Your blessing and hopefully with a Master that You believe is a good match for me."
With that said, Jared and jade and I began a new chapter in our lives. I'll be happy to tell you more later, but right now I must go. Jared is due in soon and I am to be kneeling in the foyer with jade when He arrives.
Sweet dreams!
Z
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The dictionary defines Valentine- a sweetheart chosen or complimented on Valentine's Day. I'm not sentimental or for that matter sensitive. At least, that is what I've often been told. <em>You are so closed off! Unreachable!</em> I disagree. I happen to have had a perfectly good reason for keeping my heart locked up. The problem, in my opinion, was with the people who never tried to slip by the barriers. I mean... if it's worth doing, do it right. Right? Well anyway, all of that is, as they say, history. The barriers have been breached. Alert the heartless who would condemn me for the same crime! I have been delivered!
Time, and true friends have a way of eroding the past.
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I was on my knees taking the cyberskin dildo that jade wore strapped around her hips as deeply as I could manage in my throat. This is called practicing my <strong><em>Velma's.</em></strong> Named for a dominatrix friend of jade's who taught her some tricks to desensitize the gag reflex. Encouraged frequently by jade as she stroked my hair and held the artificial Jared cock stiff for my manipulations, I was becoming quite adept at holding my nose against her pubis with my throat full of cyberskin. Just as we were stopping for the day Jared called.
"Hello?" jade answered while she stood absent-mindedly stroking the thick coat of saliva up and down the shaft of the strap-on.
"Hello, My sweet girl. Have My two little subs had a good day today?"
"Yes Sir! We miss You! When will You be home?" jade said with a bit of a pout.
"I'm on my way. I need you to pack. I have a surprise for you! The three of us are going away for the weekend. You'll need a couple of casual outfits and one little black dress each. Not a lot. You should both be able to pack in one suitcase. I'll need My small bag and you can pack for Me accordingly."
"Yes, Master! "
"Don't forget your collar, baby."
"Yes, Sir! Should i pack the silver hoop or the chain?
"No. I want the leather one."
"Yes, Master..."
"It's three thirty now, Our flight is at five forty. Get busy and I'll be there in twenty."
When jade said goodbye she stood holding the phone and looking a little perplexed.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing is wrong... Jared is taking us away for the weekend... and He said for me to pack my collar."
"That's great! Did he say where we are going?"
"No... but the collar He wants me to take is this one," she said, pointing to her leather bound neck. "Not either of my publicly acceptable collars."
"So... He just wants it for when we are alone." I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. I really didn't think otherwise.
A couple of hours later we were all on a flight to New Orleans. I was anxious and excited! I've been many places with Jared and jade but never as their other partner. I was always along to observe, but this trip I would be a part of the action and I couldn't wait to get started!
Jared let go of the book He read with His left hand and reached across jade to rest His hand on my bouncing knee. I looked over at Him and without looking away from the pages of the book He silently shh'd me. My knee stopped bouncing and my heart stopped pounding so hard. His effect on me with one trivial gesture both alarmed and astounded me. I remained still for the rest of the flight as I reflected on His power over me.
Our hotel was new, as were a lot of things in the city since Katrina, but it was expertly fashioned in old New Orleans style. The room was regally furnished with deep purples and gold and there was a bottle of champagne that sat nestled in an ice bucket next to the already bubbling Jacuzzi tub!
"Oh my gosh, jade!" I was giddy, "there is a jar of rose petals by the tub and... strawberries... and three glasses!"
"I didn't want My girls to have to wait for their delights." Jared said, as though all of it were commonplace. And maybe it was to some people, although judging from jade's sparkling eyes and speechless open mouth, I didn't think it was for them. I was more than a bit shocked at my own response to the romantic feel of it all, but everything that had happened in my life since Jared and jade had invited me into their bed astounded me on some level.
Jared stepped up and placed His hands on each of our lower backs, "Are you two going to stare until the water is cold and the champagne is hot, or can I get someone to take this damned tie off Me?"
We both giggled and turned into His arms and together we undressed our Master/Sir. When He stood naked He turned to Jade and kissed her deeply while I ran my hands over His warm skin.
"Don't go anywhere My precious jade," He said before turning to me and reaching for the buttons on my shirt. He took His time undressing me and kissing me on each newly exposed bit of flesh, and when I was completely nude and completely aroused I was gently nudged in the direction of the tub. The water was hot as I dipped my toes in but the chilly air in the room made a delightful balance.
When I settled in I set myself to the task of uncorking the bottle of bubbly while Jared undressed His beautiful slavegirl. Again, He took His time. This was about seduction and delight. He kissed her deep and hungry as He slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. When she'd maneuvered her arms free He reached behind her and slid the zipper down her back as He licked and nibbled on her neck. When the dress hit the floor there was nothing left for her to do except slip the strappy heels off her feet. Jared took her hand and led her to the tub, helping her to step in and then easing in with her. I'd made a point to pour champagne while He undressed her, giving them their tender moment without an obvious audience.
We toasted and soaked, we touched and kissed and stroked and when the heat became too much we dried each other and headed for the bed. My cunt throbbed with need and I could tell by the way that jade breathed through her open mouth that she hungered to be used as well.
"Where are you two going?" Jared asked as He reached in His bag.
We looked at each other, not sure of our faux pas and turned to Jared with matching quizzical looks.
"Come here." A simple command but it thundered through my body as we hurried to stand in front of Him.
"Present up."
I knew the presentation commands well. It was one of the first things jade taught me. We both locked our fingers behind our heads and spread our legs apart with toes pointed forward.
Jared reached into His bag and pulled out two big egg shaped things, each with about a ten inch wire coming out of the narrow end. He stepped to jade first and used His left hand to feel between her legs.
"Ahhh, Master does so love a wet cunt!" He said, then He reached between her legs with the other hand and pushed the egg inside jade, big end first, leaving the wire hanging out of her puffy lips. Then it was my turn.
"Mmm, I should rephrase... I do so love TWO wet cunts!"
The egg felt huge going in but still I feared losing it with the deluge of juices that flowed so freely from my needy slit.
"Get dressed, were going out." Jared smiled a wicked smile and jade and I took our hungry bodies to the suitcase, not trying to hide the pouts that formed on our faces.
"Wear the skirts. I hope you didn't bother packing panties," He chuckled, "and jade, you may wear the halter I put in your bag so you don't need a bra."
jade pulled the deep green halter out that I'd seen her wear a couple of times before and the royal blue skirt she'd brought with her. I watched her mouth twist up then handed her my denim skirt and took the blue one from her hand. She thanked me with her eyes for not letting her go out in such miss matched colors and we dressed together, even helping each other. I worked bows but settled finally on square knots into the wide ties at her back and neck that supported her large breasts well enough that no bra was passable. My white shirt was cut low and the new bra I bought (front hook closure per Jared's instructions) accentuated my tits nicely but I couldn't get used to how tight my clothes felt. I knew it wasn't my weight. I hadn't gained but lost a couple of pounds in the past few weeks. It was the clothes. Not wearing them regularly made them feel tight and abrasive on my skin.
Finally we were primped and lipsticked and ready to go, so we slipped into our sanuks and met Jared in the sitting area of our suite. His big smile said we met with His approval so we headed out the door for a night in NOLA.
We ate light and walked a lot. Then we visited the piano bar at Pat O'Brien's and left with one hurricane each and walked some more. We slipped into a strip bar but left quickly because the dancers were just finishing a group number before a break. Novelty shops were everywhere and Jared couldn't resist a g-string for jade that read <em>Master's little slut</em> and a pair nipple tassels for me.
We had a great time and were getting close to calling it a night when jade asked Jared if we could stop at a little shop with sexy lingerie and costumes.
"You two go ahead, I'll wait for you right here."
He had been a perfect gentleman, letting us browse every little boutique that caught our eye, even holding bags and purses when the situation called for it, so there were no complaints when He wanted to sit this one out.
Inside, jade and I found lots of goodies to ooh and ahh over but the real surprise was when both our cunts started to throb at the same time! I'd been aware of the egg throughout the night but just considered it a tool for training my muscles. Oh boy was I mistaken! I thought my teeth would start to rattle if I tried to hold still so I found myself wandering around the shop, staying in motion and talking loudly to mask what I perceived to be the sound of a giant bee coming from inside me. jade appeared to suffer my same plight because she was shifting from foot to foot and humming a nonsensical tune. Just when I was ready to bolt for the door, Jared appeared, holding a small bag and a huge grin!
"Have my girls found a hidden treasure in here?" He asked slyly.
"we were just saying how we are ready to call it a night!" jade blurted out.
""Nonsense! I don't see any new packages in your hands... let's see what we can find, shall We?"
Jared led us around the store lifting this or that to ask our opinions, as though it would matter, if He truly liked whatever He was holding up He would get it regardless. The pulsing vibes in our cunts were making us crazy with need but Jared wasn't finished with His fun yet. He picked out a sheer black teddy for jade to try on, and for me, a corset of pink satin and black leather and steered us to the dressing room. When asked if we could be helped Jared stopped and held each of us by the hand and looked at the young girl who'd approached us.
"Yes, I assume the dressing rooms are provided so that the garments may be tried for fit before purchase?"
"Absolutely, Sir, we only ask that panties be left on when trying on our lingerie for sanitary reasons."
"Well that could be a problem. You see, I don't allow my girls to wear panties."
To her credit, the young lady never faltered while leading us to the fitting rooms.
"Well... that shouldn't be a problem with the things you've chosen, as neither of them has a... bottom?"
"Ah! So right! Thank you, miss. And will one fitting room for all of us be acceptable as well? I want to see how each fits, and I'm sure my girls would like to retain their modesty."
"Not a problem, Sir, I'll just put you in the larger room."
Jared thanked the clerk again and nudged us into the smallest <em>larger room</em> I'd ever had to change in while I tried desperately not to cum without permission!
Inside the dressing room Jared stood facing us with His little bag in one hand and the other in His pocket.
"Everything off." He said coolly and our vibes jumped up a notch from throb to pulse. We took off the skirts and tops and Jared reached over and unsnapped my bra while jade reached for the lingerie He'd chosen.
"No need jade, I'm sure they will both fit. I want zoie to suck your tits and stroke your clit for Me."
I swallowed hard. He was going to make us fuck in the dressing room of this little boutique. Could the clerk hear us? Would she throw us out? Could I really do this? Jared looked at me and I knew that I would do anything He wanted. That thought scared me enough to hesitate. <em>What the hell am I doing</em> raced through my mind. I have completely let go of all my defenses and that? That is something I just didn't do.
"Well, zoie? Will you serve your Sir? I realize that you are still establishing limits. It's My job to find out what they are. I need an answer. Will you serve your Sir? Do you trust Me?"
<em>Do you trust Me? Do you trust Me? Do you trust Me? Do you trust Me?</em>
It was ringing through my brain like deja'vu... Those four words... They were the reason for the walls around my heart. I had trusted. He had been <em>unworthy</em>.
Jared... Jared was worthy. Wasn't He? He'd never betrayed me. He'd never truly harmed me. But neither had <em>the unworthy</em>... until he did. And then it was done. No! Jared was not like <em>the unworthy</em>. That is why I was drawn to Him... to them... to this lifestyle... to give myself over completely to another and to trust in Him/Them to give me what I need... to keep and protect me... to love me. There could be no Master or Sir for me unless I trusted Him to be worthy of my unconditional love. I could never allow someone to have Dominion over me without love... or trust.
Yes... my Sir was worthy.
"It's alright, zoie... It's okay... don't cry! Let's get you dressed and go back to Our room, Shall We?"
OMG! I'd started crying and He thought it was because I didn't want to, when truly it was...
"No! Oh! S.. Sir! No Sir, I mean! Yes! Yes! Yes! I trust You! I do! I don't want to go... or stop... I mean... please! Please Sir... I want very much to serve YOU, Sir... because, I do. I do trust You."
Jared looked deep into my eyes until I felt His blue-green smolder illuminate inside me... "Alright, zoiegirl... but for this first time... I want you to understand clearly that you may stop at any point without fear of punishment or even disappointment. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir..." I smiled big and turned to jade who looked at me with true concern and yes... love... in her eyes, and I took her hands and nodded when I said, "I understand completely."
she smiled back at me and I leaned in to kiss her left nipple before taking it fully in my mouth to suck and tease it. I felt jade's fingers bury themselves in my hair and from that moment on, I was bliss. Jared, having stopped the pulsing in my cunt with His remote when He thought I was afraid, returned the pulsing inside. jade responded with a low moan that I couldn't muster while trying to put as much of her tit as I could manage in my mouth. Her big hard nipple seemed to grow impossibly bigger and I couldn't wait to make the other one respond to me too. she opened her legs for my roving fingers and I found her swollen bud and rubbed it in circles pressing it hard against her own body. I could feel her legs begin to shake as I moved to pull intensely on her other nipple with my hungry mouth. she trembled in my arms and I found myself pulling her tighter against me with my free arm. For a single moment I allowed myself to believe that she was mine... that if she came in response to my manipulations that she would belong to me... and then my mind opened up to the realization that <strong><em>we</em></strong> belonged to Him. Jared owned us. He owned our hearts and bodies and He owned our pleasure which He quickly proved.
"Stop, zoie. It's jade's turn."
<em>Oh my god... If she so much as causes a breeze to pass over my clit, I'm a goner!</em>
"JaredSir..? I... umm... "I bit my lip and whimpered loudly when her sweet mouth began pulling at my sensitive nipple.
"You will try, zoie. As long as you try, you have not willfully disobeyed."
"Ye... Yes Jared..."
jade's sweet mouth worked at my nipple like a hungry baby. Her mouth drew tight in suction surrounding it while her tongue worked it in a deep jerk. I put both hands in her hair and pushed my mound harder to her face.
<strong><em>Buzzzzz!</em></strong> No throb... no pulse... we were up to full on, feel it down to our toes, jackhammer vibrations! I dropped my head back, ready to give up the fight when I felt Jared's hot breath at my ear... I had no idea when He'd stepped behind me.
"Not yet, my sweet little zoiegirl... Your Sir has not given you permission, has He?"
"Nnno Sirr!"
"That's my good girl... you have been such a good girl tonight..."
"Than k You, S s Sir!"
I sensed more than felt jade's hand move and I knew she was about to have her way with my aching hungry clit.
"When she touches it... not until she touches it zoiegirl..."
The moment I felt the soft pad of jade's finger graze my hot bud I heard Jared's deep voice whisper...
"My zoiegirl may cum now."
A blinding white light flashed behind my eyes as a tsunami of sweet ecstasy rolled through my body claiming everything in its path. I think I screamed, I know gushed, and I collapsed against Jared letting Him hold me through my struggle to reach the surface. When I could hold myself up Jared put me in the tiny chair in the only space left in the little dressing room, and then He reached for jade. Turning her to the mirror behind my tiny chair He placed her hands on it just to either side of my head and pulled her hips back so that she was slightly bent at the waist and bracing herself against the mirrored wall. Then He reached between her legs and tugged the now silent egg from her dripping cunt. Vaguely I understood that one remote worked both eggs so if mine was off so was hers, not that it mattered because He'd already replaced it with His raging hard-on.
Jared put His hand over jade's mouth and pulled her head back against His shoulder making her arch her back while He slammed Himself home inside her. It was fast and hard and jade came through the entire thing, her orgasm rising and falling as the tide but never fully receding throughout Jared's savage pounding into her body. The slap slap slapping of their bodies together was loud and the sounds Jared made were primal and despite how thoroughly I'd been sated, the sight of them was making my tingling tushie ache with need again. Jared grunted one last time when jade's bliss peaked again and I was suddenly aware how familiar His scent had become to me. He was cumming deep inside jade and already I was imagining my mouth between her legs... cleaning her... tasting Him... devouring both of them.
Our eggs were returned to their nesting places, and after we dressed we met Jared at the door. He was holding another bag that contained the corset and teddy and a couple of other things He picked up to pad the commission of the clerk who managed somehow not to hear anything unusual in the fitting room. Then we made our way down the street toward our hotel.
The throbbing returned after a couple of blocks and by the time we entered the lobby we were pulsing again. In the elevator Jared handed jade the bags and reached under our skirts to cup each pubis and diddle our distended clits. The elevator stopped once and two young men stepped in and turned to face the doors. Jared released our clits and pulled us close to Him, kissing each of us in turn. Finally we were on our floor and the other two passengers stepped to each side to let us off and JaredSir put His arms around each of our waists to lead us to our room where He stopped at the door and looked at us.
"You were both beautiful and delightful tonight. Did you have a good time?"
"Yes, MasterJared!"
"Oh, yes, Jared!"
"Good... Why don't We continue then..."
He opened the door and we followed Him through it eager for whatever He had in mind! The bags were deposited on the sofa and jade and I immediately disrobed. It felt good... really good... to be free of my clothes.
"Kneel up girls, hands at your sides, and I'll be right back."
We knelt and waited with our pulsing cunts growing more and more needy by the second. Jared returned with jade's collar and I dropped my eyes to the floor as He buckled it in place. Then He pulled out a length of rope that was protruding from His pocket and bound her wrists together in front of her. He helped her to her feet and tied a large knot in the end of the length that was left hanging and took her to the bathroom door. He lifted her hands over her head and put the knot over the door and closed it to secure her in place with her back pressed against it.
Jared returned to me with His pants bulging and it reminded me how much He enjoyed the bondage.
"How do you feel, little zoiegirl?" He asked as He removed His shirt and kicked off His shoes.
"I'm... I'm needy again Jared." I replied as looked at jade suspended by a rope and a door.
"Good. Remove your egg."
I spread my legs apart, squatted a little and bore down to push the pulsing invader from my weeping cunt into my hand. Jared took it from me after removing His pants and turned it off. Then He dug the remote from His pocket before tossing the pants on the sofa and pointed it at jade to adjust the speed of the twin.
"Let's turn our sweet jade down a bit... We don't want her to cum too soon do We?"
It was a rhetorical question but from the look on her face I knew He was right. I could swear tying her up and leaving her to wait did more to amp up her lust than that fierce little egg had done all night long!
"Has jade told you her little secret? Did you know that she has discovered something unforeseen in herself since you decided to put down your pen and join Us?" He looked at jade then and asked; "Shall I tell her for you, My love?" jade dropped her eyes and started to pant a little harder. "It seems My sweet treasure enjoys being forced to watch. Yes... she enjoys being made to wait helplessly for her turn. You see, We discussed at length the pros and cons of this arrangement before We invited you into Our bed. I was concerned that she might grow jealous... or start to believe My love for her would be tainted. On the contrary, she not only has no jealousy in this, but she actually likes to watch Me with you. So... she's been a good girl tonight and I'm going to reward her for that. But first, I want you to know that I am proud of you. I'm going to reward you as well for being so obedient and strong tonight. You managed to hold on until you received permission to orgasm, but there was more wasn't there?"
My mind flashed instantly to the dressing room.
"I've been aware, even though you are eager to learn and explore this lifestyle that you were holding something back. I've even thought you might change your mind. However, something inside you broke free tonight. You let go of something, and in doing that, you were able to grab on to what you want with both hands. For that, I am very proud of you... very pleased. I think We are ready to move past your trial period. From this moment on, should you agree, I am considering you Mine for full training. I know enough now to understand your hard limits, or believe I do, so from now on you will not be given an option of choice. If there is something you have neglected, or have been too embarrassed or shy to tell Me you should voice it now because this is the last time I will allow you to deny Me anything. Do you understand?"
"I think so..." I wasn't sure where He was going with this but I was pretty sure He had a grasp on my hard lines and I was definitely sure that I was in this for keeps.
"zoiegirl, I mean to make you My submissive. Meaning, no more options for denial of anything that would please Me. You will either do as I command or you will be punished for willful disobedience. Your trial run is complete. Are We in agreement?"
And there it was. No more whining. No more uncertainties. This was it. I either wanted to train as a submissive with all that entailed... or I didn't. It took all of two seconds for me to consider this. I put my forehead to the floor and turned my palms up on each side of my head.
"How may I serve You, Jared?" I heard jade sigh and knew she was relieved by my answer.
"That's my girl! Kneel up!"
I rose up on my knees and laced my fingers behind my head. Jared smiled at me. Then He stripped off His underwear and my heart pounded in my chest at the sight of His beautiful cock. He walked to the sofa and picked up the small bag He'd been holding earlier.
"Put your hands at your sides, zoiegirl."
I lowered my hands and dropped my eyes, waiting for whatever instrument of pain He would produce from the bag.
"I was going to wait until tomorrow but after what I saw in the dressing room tonight... well... Happy Valentine's Day, My zoiegirl!" I looked up at that surprised by the fact that I'd lost track of the days and calculated in my head that it was indeed February 13<sup>th</sup>. But that didn't touch how shocked I was by my <strong><em>Valentine.</em></strong> Jared was placing a leather collar around my neck. It was stiff with newness and shiny new and it was mine. I was Jared's submissive. I couldn't believe it... tears welled in my eyes and I was stunned to silence. I looked at jade tied to the bathroom door and saw her wink at me. I thought my heart would explode with love and any trace of a wall around it was blown into dust!
Jared stepped back after testing the fit by slipping His fingers between the leather and my skin.
"Well... I hadn't expected to have to punish you so soon. Will you not thank your Sir for such a nice collar?"
"Thank You! Oh Jared! Thank you! I'm so proud of it! It's wonderful!"
"You may thank Me with body tonight sweet zoiegirl! Lay on your back and turn so My jade can see. I want her to see your face while I use you." Jade moaned and squeezed her legs tight, hugging the pulsing orb inside her.
"Be careful, jade. You will earn yourself a cropping should you cum without permission!"
jade closed her eyes and took deep breaths while Jared positioned Himself to feast on the cunt that belonged to Him. He dipped His head but raised it as I held my breath in anticipation.
"Permission is granted to cum when you have need." Then He looked at jade, who started panting again and chuckled before turning back and closing His mouth on my engorged clit.
One pull of His mouth on my throbbing bud and I exploded! I spread my legs wide for my Sir and arched into His mouth like a bliss hungry whore and Jared lapped and licked at me more savagely with each orgasm! I bucked and moaned and begged Him for more more more! It wasn't all about my needs though because my Sir likes to inflict pain and for the first time since all of this started, I wasn't afraid. In fact, I relished being the object of His desires. When He gripped my clit with His teeth I moaned loudly and rolled my head to the side to watch jade. Locking eyes with her gave me strength for more and Jared gave it in spades! jade rolled her hips forward in time with mine and moaned loudly Jared's teeth tore a cry of exquisite pain/pleasure from me.
After having had His fill of feeding, Jared slapped my outer thigh and told me to get on all fours and while I changed positions He got up and went to jade. Grabbing her by the hair He kissed her hard then held still while she licked my juices from His face.
"Are you My hungry little slut, baby?"
"Yes, Master!"
"Are you enjoying this? Do you like being over here all alone while I use Our little zoiegirl?"
jade dropped her eyes and moaned again and the thought of her being excited by watching Jared and I together made my cunt throb! she really did get turned on by being bound and separated from the action. I didn't think I would enjoy it as much that way but I was sure I'd get to try it and I would welcome whatever was given to me. Jared went to the room but returned quickly with His crop and whip and I arched my back and wiggled my ass back and forth to welcome Him.
"Ahhh, zoiegirl! You have definitely flowered tonight! I'm going to fuck that sweet pussy and I intend to whip you while I do. Not because you are being punished, but because I want to.
Jared dropped the crop and got down on His knees to join me on the floor. I moaned when I felt His hard cock brush against my ass and wiggled again for Him. Jared slapped me once soundly with His palm and I yelped with surprise.
"Hold still My horny little sub. Your Sir is enjoying the view!"
<em>My Sir... My Sir! I love that!</em>
Sir slid the head of His cock along my well eaten slit then let the back of it slide up the length to rest between the cheeks of my ass. He repeated this motion several times while He trailed the thongs of the whip lightly over my back, eliciting a shiver down my spine.
"Do you want My cock, zoiegirl?"
"Oh yes, Jared! Yes I do!"
"And do you want my whip, zoiegirl?"
"I... I want Your whip if it pleases my Sir."
"Oh... it pleases Me girl. It definitely pleases Me! "
"Master?"
Jared paused and turned to look at jade.
"Does my jade need to speak?"
"Yes, please, JaredMaster?"
"What is It, My treasure? I was just about to fuck Our little zoie for you."
"Yes JaredMaster! i... may I cum Sir?"
"Absolutely not. It isn't your turn yet My sweet slave."
"Yes, Master..."
jade whimpered and wiggled and squeezed her thighs together tightly as she watched Jared rub His cock up and down my hungry folds.
"My sweet jade may just fail at her task for the first time in quite a while, zoie. I bet her little cunt is dripping with need. The sound of the whip on your back may just send her over the edge. Especially while she is seeing this!"
He emphasized the last word by stuffing His cock inside me all at once! I cried out loudly at the fierce violation of my sensitive hole but it only took a moment for my walls to relax and then contract again to grip Him tightly.
"Oh, Jared! Oh yes!" I could not recall ever making more noise than loud breathing and an occasional soft moan during sex and now I was suddenly very vocal. "Oh, Jared! It feels so good!"
I came on the third stroke and Jared laid the whip across my back so He could reach underneath me and grab a nipple with each hand. He pulled them hard through my climax and I squealed in pain while I ground my ass against Him seeking more pleasure! Happy Valentine's Day to me!
Jared started to fuck me in earnest, then. Slamming into me and nearly knocking me off my hands and knees with each pound of His flesh in my flesh. I groaned and matched His rhythm, pushing back to meet every thrust of His long hard cock. I never felt Him lift the whip from my back until it landed again on my flesh .
I can't say if it was agony or ecstasy I felt in those next few moments when He unleashed the Dom inside but I can say I will do it again and again to feel the way I felt when He reduced me to my most primal self. I was a vessel. No part of me remained that was refined or civilized and I felt no shame in it. In that moment I would have given Him anything, been anything He wanted me to be, done anything to please Him just to hold on to the absolute euphoria that culminated in my cunt. Animalistic comes to mind but I can't really settle it there because... we are taught that animals don't fuck for pleasure.
This was all pleasure.
Jared left me in a puddle of my own juices, only vaguely aware of my surroundings. The smoldering heat in my brutalized cunt rivaled the fire in the flesh of my back and I embraced them both. I had given... He had taken... I had taken... He had given.
I opened my eyes to see Him jerk the egg out by the wire before He lifted jades hips without releasing her from the door and impaled her on His long steel rod. She was cumming the moment His cock split her folds but she wrapped her legs around His waist and He pulled her away from the door, stretching her back so that He could bite her tits while He plowed into her juicy hole. jade wailed when He bit down hard on her left nipple and I realized that I had come to know the difference in her cries, as I thought to myself <em>that one hurt!</em> But, jade too, was beyond the place where pain mattered because through her tears she begged Him not to stop... to take everything... and leave nothing inside them untouched.
Jared tore His mouth from her bruised tits long enough to look at her face. He spoke to her in mostly non-discernable grunts as He continued to fuck her mercilessly, but I did hear His appreciation of her newly discovered desires... how His nasty little voyeur was beautiful in her helplessly humiliated state... and how she belonged to Him and everything she needed would be provided. When He was ready Jared pushed jade's back against the door and pounded her against it so hard I thought they might go crashing to the floor, door and all! Jared threw His head back and roared with His release as jade cried His name over and over with her answering explosion. The wet slapping sounds where Jared hammered their bodies together made my mouth water and I dared to hope for the tender cleaning and suckling that almost always followed the fucking. Bodies spent and souls sated, left the tender loving that came in a tangle of arms and legs.
Jared put jade's feet on the floor as His softening cock eased out of her body. He braced Himself against the doorframe with one arm and cradled her by the waist with the other while they steadied their breathing and her legs stopped trembling. He kissed her sweetly and told her how much He loved her while she thanked Him and whispered I love You too.
When she could stand He released her wrists leaving the rope hanging over the door then He turned to me.
"Let's go to bed, zoiegirl."
I rose and followed them. Jared went ahead of us into the room but when she reached the doorway jade turned and wrapped me in her arms. she kissed me passionately, running her hands over my body just as she had done with Jared, if not a bit more insistently. her tongue probed my mouth seeking out and wrestling my own until her hands rested on each side of my face. When she finished the kiss with a nibble of my bottom lip, I was breathless. she pressed her forehead to mine, sighed, and whispered...
"Thank you, Zoie."
"Thank <strong><em>you</em></strong><em>,</em> jade."
I helped jade lick clean our Master/Sir and then she and I cleaned and suckled each other. I was licking my Sir's cum from her sweet cunt when I remembered questioning my sexuality when all of this started because I found myself desiring her. Labels are a confusing thing and I find the one's concerning sexuality the hardest to understand. Did my desire for jade make me a lesbian? Did the fact that I desired them both make bisexual? I thought, not. My desire for these two beautiful people simply made me... human. They were my friends and now they were also my lovers.
We lay together spooning. Me in the front, jade in the middle drawing hearts on my back with her finger and kissing each one, and Jared behind us... His long arm was over both of us and cradling my right tit in His palm. He breathed deeply, as in sleep, while jade and I fought it... trying to hang on to this wonderful day. Just as I was giving in to slumber I heard jade whisper.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Zoie.
"Happy Valentine's Day..." I whispered back sleepily. I thought of something more and added in my mind... "<em>I love you."</em>
Then again, maybe it wasn't in my mind, because there was a unison reply...
"We love you, too."
<em>I thought he was sleeping...</em> my mind said as exhaustion took me smiling into dream world.
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"Zoinks!"
Things had gone completely out of control again. As usual.
Every time the team set out to investigate a new mystery, Wilma swore that this time was going to be different. This time, she was going to say something when Rickey suggested they split up and look for clues. This time, she was going to put her foot down when Bongo went off to look for something to eat in the commissary of the 'haunted museum' and left her alone with just the gang's science project for company. (Admittedly, Bingo the Robot was probably smarter than at least half of Wilma's friends, and that was being generous to Rickey. But still.) This time, she was going to get one of those straps they sold at the drugstore to keep her glasses from getting knocked off by an overenthusiastic Bingo. This time, she was going to sit and wait for help when the world around her descended into a hazy blur of random shapes, instead of groping around and stumbling into yet another secret passage. This time, she was not, repeat not, going to succumb to her curiosity when she found a hidden floor full of mysterious Roman artifacts that matched the ones left behind after the appearances of the Spectral Centurion.
Needless to say, that hadn't happened. Wilma stumbled to her feet, pale fingers groping along the wall in the gloom for some kind of light switch to give her at least a fighting chance at seeing where the heck she was going. Bingo trundled along behind her, burbling cheerfully in its synthetic voice as it searched for clues. The glowing viewscreen that passed for its face gave Wilma just enough illumination to see that the passage went along straight for a little ways before... well, before fading into silent shadows that could contain anything from a hole in the floor to a whole legion of ghostly Roman soldiers.
Not that Wilma really expected it to be an actual ghost behind all this. "We're not falling for that one again, are we?" she murmured softly, as much to herself as to Bingo. It seemed like they'd investigated dozens of supernatural occurrences on behalf of Rickey's eccentric uncle, and every single one of them had turned out to be an invention of the old caretaker or the groundskeeper or a disgruntled former employee or a disinherited relative looking to spook their old man into changing the will. Wilma had become an expert at spotting the telltale signs of fake blood, luminous paint, and latex trickery by now, and even though she hadn't yet seen this Spectral Centurion, she was sure that he wasn't going to be any different from--
"Ahhh!" Wilma's train of thought was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a pair of glasses bumping against her foot and skidding across the linoleum floor. She froze, terrified to take another step lest she accidentally crush them under her chunky, steel-toed shoes. They must have taken the same tumble down the secret trapdoor that she did, and slid down the hallway further due to their light weight. "Hold still, Bingo," she said, desperate to make sure that the robot didn't accidentally break them either. She didn't have a spare pair on her (another thing she swore she was going to do next time) and couldn't see a thing without them.
Carefully, Wilma sank down to her hands and knees in a posture that had become depressingly familiar to her. She hitched up her skirt to keep it out of the way and began feeling around for her glasses on the dusty floor. For once, she was grateful for the solitude and poor lighting; traveling the countryside in Rickey's van had its disadvantages, and one of them was definitely a lack of reliable laundromats. Wilma's thick, baggy sweaters and sensible tweed skirts were pretty easy to keep clean, but anyone standing behind her when she bent over like this was bound to notice that her supply of clean panties had pretty much dried up three days ago. (And it wasn't exactly like she could borrow from Laurel, either. Wilma wasn't judgy, but how a woman could wear a skirt that short without anything under it but a pair of thigh-high stockings was beyond her.)
She felt a momentary surge of triumph when her fingers brushed against something plastic, but just then Bingo squealed, "A-HA!" and launched itself forward excitably. Wilma's heart sank. Just once, just freaking once, she wished that the stupid robot she and Rickey designed together wasn't quite so desperately enthusiastic about providing assistance. She'd tried everything she could think of to balance its artificial intelligence with a little bit of calm wisdom and common sense to offset its drive to help the team solve mysteries, or at least to make it a little bit more graceful and better coordinated, but it was no good. Bingo remained a gawky, galumphing liability 90% of the time.
If it wasn't for the one time in ten that it absolutely saved the day, Wilma probably would have junked it by now, no matter what Rickey said. But the little wheeled cylindrical robot with the spindly multi-purpose arms continued to function just well enough to tantalize Wilma into trying to improve its performance... instead of just finding the nearest antique Roman gladius and dismembering the damn thing for knocking her glasses clear into the next room in its efforts to 'help'. With a sigh of frustration, she crawled carefully after them, her round thighs awkwardly rubbing against one another as she scooted her hands and knees across the cold tiles.
When she reached the threshold, though, Wilma heard something that made her think twice about crawling in front of the open doorway. She fumbled for Bingo, pushing it behind her before it could peer around the corner and give away her position with its lighted face. Someone was speaking, their low, husky voice echoing sepulchrally in the silence of the abandoned wing of the museum. "Watch the gold coin sway and dance," they said, "and you will fall into a trance." The smooth, menacing confidence in those resonant tones chilled Wilma to the bone... but it was nothing compared to what she heard next.
"Watch the gold coin sway and dance," Laurel said, her voice unmistakable even with all of the emotion drained out of it into a sleepy monotone, "and I will fall... into a trance." Wilma forced back a groan of frustration. Of course she'd gotten separated from Rickey. And of course she'd stumbled into the same hidden wing of the museum. And of course she'd bumped into the Spectral Centurion. And of course, of absolute freaking course he was hypnotizing her. Because what else was Laurel good for if not to be hypnotized by every single wicked caretaker or sinister groundskeeper they ran into?
And of course when it heard Laurel's voice, Bingo was bound to chirrup in excited resolve and attempt to charge into the room to rescue her, smacking square into Wilma's plump buttocks as if it didn't even notice she was there. Wilma sprawled forward, landing on the floor with a thud that was thankfully absorbed by her thick orange sweater. "Who's there?" she cried, hoping to make enough of a commotion to rouse Laurel from her dazed slumber.
"Right on cue," the mysterious stranger said. Wilma couldn't make out much, even with Bingo's face brightening into a warm glow that banished the shadows to the very corners of the room, but she saw a vague pink blur that she knew had to be Laurel kneeling helplessly on the floor next to a tall, imposing person wearing an iron helmet and luminescent armor. The Spectral Centurion, Wilma supposed. She could smell the glow-in-the-dark paint from here.
Wilma tried to struggle to her feet, but Bingo had rolled forward just a little and the hem of her skirt caught in its wheels just as she had stumbled halfway into a crouch that she couldn't easily recover from. The net effect was to yank the sensible tweed outfit back and down exactly as Wilma was moving up and forward, tangling it around her ankles and causing her to fall forward onto her face with her bare buttocks completely exposed to the stranger's view. "Jeepers," she muttered, her chubby cheeks flushing bright red with embarrassment.
Laurel didn't seem to notice. She hadn't moved since Wilma came into the room, still down on her knees with her shoulders slumped and her legs ever so slightly parted. It was hard to tell for sure--even from just a few feet away, her friend and partner looked decidedly blurry--but judging by the color of that blur, Laurel had already removed all of her clothing before kneeling down in the dusty darkness. It was hard to escape the implications of that fact, even harder when she realized that the Spectral Centurion's glowing armor had a distinct flesh-colored gap where the codpiece usually went.
"Please, don't get up on my account," the Centurion purred, removing his helmet to reveal a face that appeared frustratingly vague to Wilma's astigmatic eyes. "I'm enjoying the view at the moment, and it's not like you can stop my plans anyway. Not when you're going to be hypnotized just like your friend soon." His voice sounded deliberately low and breathy, as though he was concealing a more natural tone that Wilma was bound to recognize. Was it the curator? The janitor? The antiquities expert with the big weird eyebrows? Wilma had to keep him talking. It was the only way to find out.
"I don't think you're going to find it that easy," Wilma said, casting her gaze around for something, anything that would give her a chance to escape. Most of the room simply looked like a fog of vague, misty shapes, but as she glanced over to the right, she couldn't believe her luck--her glasses were right there, just inches out of her reach! If she could only squirm over to them without attracting her captor's attention, she could put them on and discover the Spectral Centurion's true identity. She rolled onto her side, squinting angrily in an effort to make it look like she was simply confronting the mysterious stranger face-to-face.
Whoever it was, they certainly didn't appear too threatened by her. "That's exactly what Laurel said," he purred confidently, his voice dripping with silky menace. "She thought she could resist my pretty gold coin... this one, right here." He made a flourish with his right hand, and a sparkly haze that Wilma presumed to be a Roman aureus with a hole pierced through it dangled down from a cord that she couldn't quite make out. Her right hand groped behind her for her glasses, so frustrated by her poor eyesight that she didn't even care what happened to her so long as she could see it. Why hadn't she gotten Lasik, dammit?
"But once she watched it spin and sway at the end of its string, her eyes began to get heavy and sleepy," the Centurion continued, his erection stiffening until even Wilma could see it bobbing and twitching between his legs. She felt uncomfortably aware that this position gave him a perfect view of her pubic mound. "She tried so hard to keep her thoughts from growing mazy... and foggy... and thick with drowsy confusion. But in the end, the coin caught her and captivated her and fascinated her into a deep hypnotic trance. Her mind softened into my inescapable control, and it felt so good." Wilma tried to let her expression slacken into what she thought a victim of hypnosis might look like, hoping to keep him distracted just long enough to--
She felt her fingers close around the stem of her glasses, and sat up in triumph as she whipped them onto her face. "Aha!" she said, the world coming into crystal clear focus through the thick lenses set in their chunky, black frames. "Now we'll see who HOLY SHIT IT'S YOU?" All of her typical euphemisms, from 'Zoinks!' to 'Jeepers!' to 'Jimminy Jillikers', fled her mind in an instant when she saw the face behind the Spectral Centurion's helmet. She forgot all about her missing panties, her openly displayed labia, even Laurel's motionless and dazed form still kneeling on the floor. She forgot everything except for the person in front of her.
Because the Spectral Centurion was Rickey.
"Y-you?" Wilma gasped, staggering to her feet in stunned amazement, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish in shock between every astonished exclamation. "Y-you've been the ghost all along? But... but I thought we came here to find the real reason for the disturbances at the museum! Why, why would you bring us here if it was you behind it all? You, we... we always catch the ghosts in the end!"
Rickey chuckled. "And we will this time, too. By the time we leave, antiquities expert Oswald Fullerton will be unmasked as the Spectral Centurion, admitting to the world that he was hoping to scare the museum into closing so that he could have the Celtic artifacts relocated to Britain where they belong. And he would have gotten away with it, too, if not for us meddling young adults and our robot." Wilma had heard those exact same words, she realized, dozens of times. From every single wicked schemer and sinister con artist they unmasked. Line for line, syllable for syllable. Like they were reading from a script.
"You hypnotized them," she said dully, as the realization finally hit her. "You've been dressing up in stupid disguises, committing crimes while pretending to be a, a ghost or an alien or a sea monster, and then hypnotizing someone else into confessing for you. Why? Was it some sort of scam you've been running on your uncle? Did you need to convince him to keep hiring us to investigate 'ghosts' so you could debunk them?" Wilma couldn't imagine how she'd never noticed before. She understood now why Rickey always split them up, even when it made no logical sense at all. He was slipping away to impersonate the monsters.
He didn't seem a bit bothered by her deductions, though. If anything, his cock seemed to be a little bit harder as he watched her work it all out. "Tell me, Wilma," he said, still using that same low, breathy voice he'd developed for the Spectral Centurion, "have you ever seen my uncle? Have any of you? Or do I just show up with my junky old van and tell you all that he's hired us to investigate the old carnival or the haunted mill or something?" He laughed. "I made my money in tech stocks, Wilma. I'm not reliant on anybody."
Wilma's jaw dropped, her mouth gaping open in utter bewilderment. "But... but why, then? Why the robot, and the mysteries, and the, the gang, and... all this?" She gestured around at the abandoned wing of the museum, the absurd costume slathered in luminescent paint, the goofy little robot, the naked kneeling woman on the floor... really just the whole damn situation, honestly. Wilma's mind reeled at all the time and effort it must take to stage-manage an entire fake haunting within a fake crime, and for what? He didn't even steal anything.
Rickey paused, musing for a moment as though he'd never actually thought about it before. "Because it's fun," he said at last, his face once again breaking into that same mischievous smile he'd worn since unmasking. "Because it's funny, and because it turns me on so much to watch you all go through the same things every single time without even realizing it. I mean... come on, Wilma. You seriously mean to tell me you thought it made sense to go solving a mystery without any panties on? You really thought that Bongo wandered off and left me alone with the girls because he's just that hungry?"
His voice dripped with sweet, condescending malice as he spoke, each word slashing Wilma's comfortable certainty into dazed, whimpering confusion. "I programmed Bingo to steer you to me, the same way I programmed you not to notice anything unusual about his code. You never notice anything I don't want you to, Wilma. Not the similarities between all our cases, not the way you always go along with my crazy plans, not even the way you're playing with your tits right now through your sweater." Wilma looked down to find her fingers massaging her full, heavy breasts, finding the nipples even through the thick woolen fabric, and quickly forced them back to her sides.
"You're already hypnotized, Wilma," Rickey said calmly, holding up the gold coin. She could see it so much more clearly now. "You just don't know it yet."
Wilma shook her head, uncomfortably aware that her eyes remained firmly locked on the spinning, swaying aureus. "But, but I can resist you now that I know. Now that I'm aware of, of what you're up to, I... I can fight it, I can stay a... awake." She could feel her limbs becoming numb and heavy as Rickey swiftly crossed the distance between them, holding the coin higher and higher so that she had to strain to look up at it. Even speech felt like a tremendous effort, but she knew she had to struggle against the mesmerizing influence of the sparkling, swinging pendulum or she'd become every bit as helpless as Laurel.
"You already knew," Rickey replied remorselessly, the tip of his cock nestling gently in the cleft between Wilma's curvy thighs. "We've had this conversation forty-one times, Wilma. And every time, you tell me that this time you're going to resist. This time, you're going to remember. This time, you won't wind up down on your knees sucking my cock like a good girl while Laurel eats that creamy little pussy of yours. And every time... every single time, I tell you the same thing." He reached up and gently plucked the glasses from her face.
"You can't think without your glasses. Isn't that right?" He was close enough that Wilma could still see his smug, confident grin. And his gold coin. It sparkled even brighter now, the haze of her astigmatism turning it into a beautiful, coruscating blur of gleaming colors. Her mouth hung open in fascination as it swung before her mazy, glassy eyes, each arc making her feel more dazed and drowsy and compliant.
"Not... exactly...." Wilma murmured, her voice thick with befuddled confusion. Her head drooped forward with a sudden jerk, forcing her to struggle to keep it from slumping bonelessly onto her chest in mesmerized exhaustion. She could feel her fingers moving back up again, carrying the hem of her sweater with them and lifting it up over the shelf of her full, pendulous tits so that she could play with her nipples again. She was somehow unsurprised to find out that she wasn't wearing a bra under there, either. Wilma could hear all of the echoes of her programming now, becoming clearer and more distinct as her mind sank back into a deep hypnotic trance. All her strength, all her power had gone out of her with her glasses. She was helpless without them. Blissfully, wonderfully helpless.
"Watch the gold coin sway and dance," Rickey intoned, in the mesmerizing voice that she knew so well and forgot so easily. "And you will fall into a trance."
Wilma was already sinking to her knees as she began to respond, Rickey's cock brushing a trail of precum up her belly as it slid across her skin. "W-watch the gold coin sway... and dance..." she said, heat surging between her thighs as she was finally allowed to remember the ecstasy of surrendering to Rickey's will and fucking herself into obedience. It always felt so nice to remember, so much better to forget. She couldn't wait until he emptied out her mind and made her into a good girl again like all the other times. "And I will fall into a mmmmmphmmmmblmmm."
Wilma's mouth was too full to finish. But Rickey knew exactly what she meant.
THE END
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This is my first attempt at a nonhuman story. I hope it's satisfactory for an amateur writer like myself.
It was another cold rainy night when I decided to relax with a good book and a warm tea. The clock was pushing five in the evening, and it was already dark out on the cool November night. I sit back contemplating the book I grabbed not wanting to read it, but not wanting to get up for another one. I figure my 47 year old 300 plus pound self needs the exercise anyway so I brush my long brown hair back setting down my tea, and I head to the den for another book off the shelf. In front of the shelf is the lone computer desk my kids have used for so many years, and on it are my husband's files waiting for him to give them a home. I listen to the quiet of the house. Alone for the first time in a long time; I hear the loudness of silence.
"I'm glad they finally too that trip." I think to myself thinking about how I had to basically shove them out the door to go on the fully paid holiday to Florida for the week. I would have liked to go myself, but my work wouldn't give me the time out. So I'm left home alone, and I plan to relax as much as I can. I see the book on the far corner. It looks old and out of place. I don't recognize it, and I should. I have read every book we have at least once. Some like The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe I have read many more times. I have to reach over a couple of boxes full of my son's junk that he can't seem to part with. The box digging in my left thigh as my sleepshirt lifts with my arm extended. I can barely touch it since I'm only five foot one so I press harder stretching my arm more until I get my fingertips on it. Work it out from the books pressed against it finally getting it down after a lot of bending and twisting.
I look it over to see a beaten black leather cover with a worn down symbol in the center that is golden in color. It looks like an octopus, but I can't really tell. The book has seen better days for sure. The pages are yellowed, and the writing is slightly faded. I hold it in my right hand choosing this to read mostly out of curiosity. I pull my sleepshirt back down my belly with my left hand, and pull my underwear out of my ass with my right fingers while I hold the book with the rest of my hand. It touches my bare cheek for a second letting me feel the cold leather before I return to my chair under the lamp to peruse the text.
I sip my tea while I read about beings from the Andromeda Galaxy travelling the universes in interdimensional capsules searching for a cure to a virus that keeps them from producing offspring. It's an overplayed plot, but the story keeps me involved. I read how some just look to reproduce so the just take other species to try to mate while others are more scientific looking for a cure so they can mate amongst themselves. Some find love with other beings, and some are left to the cosmos. By the last chapter I'm tired and it's already near midnight. It's the weekend so I read on knowing I don't have to be up. In the chapter it tells how the last being of it's kind decided to land on a tiny blue planet that was hopefully inhabited, but in the travel his capsule malfunctioned stranding him.
He studies the species finding they may be carriers of a cure somehow, but with his life support running low he is forced to suspend himself setting his capsule to not alert him unless the best prospect is near. That's where the book ends. Thinking of How it ended I realize it never described the ill fated creatures. I page back scanning every page. Twice. Nothing. I sigh finishing a very cold tea, and stand up stretching the kinks out from sitting so long. I hear my hips and back cracking and popping before a pinch in my lower back sends my butt back down to the chair. I sit there feeling the burning deciding to just try to recline for a while. Covering myself with my blanket I ease back, and it makes the pain go away. I feel comfy, and that's all I remember because I doze off.
I wake up feeling a cold sensation on my left ankle. When I look I see my leg is uncovered so I recover it nodding back off. I barely get to sleep when I feel the coldness on my left thigh just above my knee. It's not as cold, but still cold enough to wake me. I look down only to need to cover myself again. I lay back, and eventually doze again. I have a weird dream about floating through the stars and very rapidly crashing into the earth. So rapidly that it's just a blur until I feel I'm under water with an eel swimming around my left leg. It slowly spins higher and higher making me feel a little horny from the way it tickles my leg. I feel myself heating in my crotch as it slowly reaches above my knee spinning around and around. I know where I want it to go, but I know that stems from my sexual frustrations. When it tickles over my underwear covered crotch I can feel my moisture leaking out. I feel the gusset of my panty lift as it tries to find a new home, and it shakes me awake.
I look down to see a pink slimy tentacle complete with finger like suckers laying over my left thigh moving the gusset of my panty as it wiggles against my sex. I sit up quick reaching for the appendage, and more wrap around my wrists pulling me back down. Two more wrap my ankles pulling my legs wide apart. I see my underwear pull until the rip from my body, and then feel the tentacle poking and prodding my crotch from the top of my pubic hair to my butt hole. It wiggles slightly opening my labia right at my entrance pausing for a few seconds before poking against my asshole doing the same. It was then a different tentacle wrapped around my forehead.
"You have the cure! Give it to me." I hear in my head.
"What the fuck?" I ask not figuring on an answer.
"You are the one. You have the cure. Give it to me."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I say like it's not just a bad dream.
"I will probe your brain, and I will find where you have it."
The tentacle tightens squeezing my head hard, and I moan feeling like my skull will pop.
"Interesting. You species has evolved, but you still have the primal urges. Not all, but some. Is that the cure? Can't be. You are the female of the species. That is certain. Where is the cure?"
"I can hear you in my head." I grumble.
"Silence! I'm thinking,"
"So you can hear me too. Good. Stop crushing my head. You're going to kill me."
"Seems you are right. Your brain waves are gradually slowing. I will loosen, but I not release until you give me the cure."
"This is so fucked." I laugh. "I have to be dreaming."
"You are not dreaming. What is this fucked? I will search."
I feel a tingle through my head before it suddenly stops just as I hear. "That is fucked? It's human procreation. That is interesting how you create life. I wish to create life so the females of your species has the cure. You are female. Give me the cure."
"I don't know anything about a cure, and if you put that book on my bookshelf you'd know that there's no procreation in this house, and hasn't been for years."
"I will search. You will give."
My head numbs and vibrates more giving me a headache before it finally ends.
"I have searched, and I have found nothing. You mind is filled with a lot of fucked, and it seems to be your biggest need. I have nothing left. You were my last chance. I am sorry I have caused you stress. I will make up for it using the last of my energies."
"That sounds kind of dark. Maybe your cure is somewhere in the house?" I say feeling sorry for it.
"When we discovered there was a cure we also discovered it is inside a host. It cannot exist anywhere else. We never could isolate what it was exactly, but we know it exists. I will use my energies to give you what you need which I have drawn from your thoughts."
The tentacle pulls my head back while another wraps around my neck squeezing. My arms are pulled high over my head stretching my body almost flat. Another tentacle wraps around my belly holding me to the chair before my legs are lifted and spread wide exposing me. Two more snake up from my sides dropping down the neckline of my shirt ripping it off me, and then the wrap around my breasts with the little fingers wrapping around my nipples. I feel them squeeze and vibrate, and it's making me tingle. Just being held open is making me wet. The tentacle around my neck tightens as another one about three inches thick rises up from my right. The tip look rounded instead of pointed like the rest, and it's pink flesh looks smooth and slimy. I flops onto my belly letting me feel it's weight. It snakes down to my crotch just as all the tentacles begin to vibrate in unison.
"Oh damn." I moan feeling it rub down over my clit while my nerves tingle with pleasure.
It wiggles down between my labia poking at my entrance, but instead of holding there it drives right into me pushing hard against my cervix.
"Ow! Shit."
It stops, and I feel a warmth. Then after a couple of seconds it rams back in. This time I feel only pressure as it continues into me wiggling around inside my uterus. I never notice in my pleasure another tentacle rise up from my left. I just feel it ram into my ass stretching me painfully until it too numbs me to go deeper. They all begin to pulse and vibrate. The fingers pulling my nipples while the ones around the base of my breasts squeeze hard. My nerves are on edge, and I'm tingling all over when I feel the ocean of frustration begin the tidal wave through me.
"FUUCCCCKKKK!!!!!" I moan as I orgasm hard.
My entire soul bounces and shakes bringing me to new expectations of nirvana. I can feel my muscles quivering around it inside me, and I feel the pulsing even harder. for almost five minutes it keeps me in a state of never ending bliss. I am exhausted when The tenacles retreat from my holes leaving me stretched out and empty. The ones from my breasts are next followed quickly by the rest. I lay back panting feeling very well satisfied.
"Wow! That was intense." I pant.
That's when I see the creature. It looks like a pink glob of slime with no real appendages. No eyes, mouth, ears, or anything. It stands, if you call it that, about four feet tall, and looks to be about three feet wide, but it undulates so it's a rough guess.
"So that's what you look like, huh?"
"You don't fear me? I don't disgust you?"
"No. Why would I. You look like a big pink booger, and boogers aren't scary,"
"What is booger?"
"Never mind. How come I can hear you in my head still?"
"We have connected. It takes a lot of energies to give you the pleasure I did, and it leaves lasting effects to both of us."
"Is that how I know you're called Zolo?"
"Yes."
"I have to try to think more about you." I say smirking in my afterglow.
"I will leave now. I am sorry to have disturbed you. I will use the last of my energies to erase any thought of me."
I see the tentacle forming from it's base toward me before I protest.
"Why would I want to forget an orgasm like that? I want more."
"I do not have the energies, and you must forget. Our species will die with me."
"What's the over positator, or whatever? That just popped into my head."
"It is an instrument that is used to impregnate other species with our offspring that we had kept frozen. They have been gone for millennia,"
"You used a machine? I thought I read in that book that some of your kind found love. To me with love comes mating which means sex. I'm sure they weren't using any machine."
"I will vanish your thoughts now." It says as the tentacle waves in front to me trying to wrap around my head."
"Answer me." I say pushing it away.
"Please don't fight me. I am too weak."
"Then don't try to fight me and just answer me."
"I was the lead scientist. A few of my scientists were on searches finding what they hoped was the cure. They found other beings they didn't want to part with, and settled with them. They tried procreation the was my species does, but it always ended in disaster. We are not like other species. Many other species have died during the mating."
"How do you mate? What's so fatal about it?"
"Let me show you."
"Nope! I'll let you at my head, and then I won't remember who I am. I don't think so. Show me another way."
"The only other way would be to mate with you, and your species is too fragile to endure it."
"I guess we're at an impasse then. You're either going to have to hold me down again to erase my mind, or find another way to show me."
"Please don't make me choose. I am too weak to fight you, and I do not want you to terminate."
"Show me without touching me then."
"We don't just show our reproduction tubes. It's not like that. They have to be coaxed from us, and once out we cannot control what they do."
"They? You have more than one?"
"We do. I do, but they are useless without another of my own species."
"I want to see one. Did you put that in my head? Can I try to remember what one looks like?"
"I don't know. You have a lot of my memories, but it's been so long since I have been with another I don't really even remember."
I sit up as it moves in front of me. It's tentacle once more waves in my face.
"If you poke at me again I'm going to rip it off." I say grabbing a tight grip on it.
"You cannot remove my self."
"I'll hurt you somehow."
"You cannot. Your species is too fragile."
"You've seen in my mind what my species can endure. We're not that fragile."
"I have seen a lot of fucked in your mind. You like to have your seat turned red with instruments. You like to mate with multiple males of your species as well sometimes while being held in place. That is why I did what I did to pleasure you."
"Figures." I laugh. "I liked it. I still want to know more about you, and I think you're just afraid to tell me because a woman can endure a lot. She goes through pregnancy. That's a lot,"
"Show me what you know." It says shoving the tentacle through my grip like I'm not even holding on.
It wraps back around my head vibrating for a few seconds before releasing.
"I will show you. Once it has begun I cannot stop them. I am sorry if you do not survive."
"I just asked you to tell me. Describe it." I say seeing two large bulges forming at it's sides.
The room fills with a sweet scent. Like Lilac and Jasmine. It's calming, and I feel myself slouching as I sit. Another more musk like scent fills the air. It's pungent yet desirable. I feel my nipples begin to tingle and harden harder than they ever have been, and I feel my crotch tingle and flush as my legs part. The bulges grow until two long tentacles as big around as my forearm slowly float toward me. I can feel the heat emanating from my crotch. The need inside my womb growing as they close in. My nipples tingle and feel like they're pinching as they harden more. I lean back with my legs opened wide offering my sex in a dreamlike state. One tentacle opens revealing what looks like a horse cock, but only about eight inches long and a couple inches wide. The musky odor strengthens making me swoon.
Just before I fall over the appendage darts into my mouth shoving the phallus right down my throat. I feel it moving back and forth even though the main tentacle doesn't move from my open mouth holding my jaw wide. It drags me down to the floor laying me on my back. My hips rock wanting attention. Tentacles wrap around my breasts just like before, and I feel a tickle against my asshole. A moan escapes me feeling it slowly parting my sphincter delving deeper and deeper by the second until it feels like it's in my belly. Looking up at the ceiling I see the second appendage hovering over me waiting for something. Somehow the phallus in my throat doesn't choke me or keep me from breathing as it uses me. I love the way it feels going all the way down my throat before retracting over and over.
I feel tentacles wrap around my thighs and wrists tugging me spread eagle. I moan again feeling my need running freely from my vagina. It was then the second appendage opened and I saw another horse cock looking thing, but this one was as big as a horse with the big slit on the flat tip to match. The scent coming off it made me shudder in primal lust. I needed it. I felt left down when it folded back into the appendage before floating away. A second later I felt it bumping against the side of my puss. It was like it was searching for the place it senses. My hips freeze leaving me to feel the cock in my throat and the vibrating in my bowels while my breasts and nipples are squeezed and pulled. I moan with more need than anything.
When it pushes against my slit I moan loud feeling it writhing slowly as it parts my labia. I hold very still just to feel it opening up pulling my lips further apart. Then in a heartbeat I feel the horse cock plunge in through my cervical opening right into my uterus as the appendage hold me wide open. The cock plunges in and out repeatedly drilling me with purpose. In a minute a tsunami of an orgasm rips through my bones rocking me to my soul. It's so intense and so strong every cell in my body shakes. Time slows for me. It feels surreal. I'm in heavenly nirvana, and I don't want to leave. I don't have any cares, and I want nothing more than this orgasm to never end.
I soon feel a cold liquid pouring down my throat filling my stomach. The tentacle slides from my anus, and then the phallus departs my throat leaving my belly feeling over full. I'm left with just the big horse cock keeping my orgasm riding strong. My entire body convulsing violently while being held by the being. I see the appendage growing in diameter, and feeling my orgasm slowly beginning to wane. It takes a while before I'm laying in my own puddle with the occasional wave rushing from me. My arms and breasts are released leaving me to lay the panting as the horse cock begins to slow it's thrusting until it's stationary deep inside my uterus. I see the appendage is as big around as my thigh, and being a obese woman means it was thick.
The appendage pushes harder against me opening my vaginal opening to the breaking point. Then a few seconds later I feel a rush of hot liquid filling my womb followed by a feeling of something wide moving through the horse cock into my uterus. I feel four big bulges enter me before the horse cock retracts. The appendage vibrates and wiggles up and down my slit before I see it retract into the being. I'm left a panting and very bloated mess on the floor as the being slinks to the den.
When I can finally get up I can feel the sloshing in my body. My belly looks twice what it was. My womb feels like it's as hard as a rock, but I feel only happy feelings. Satisfied feelings. I waddle to the shower to wash up, and when I wash I notice a hard rubberlike covering over my labia. It covers my entire slit. I grab a mirror to see my crotch has been glued shut by this substance, and I can't remove it for anything. I finish showering, and lay in my bed exhausted. I set my alarm covering myself, and lay on my side because of my bloated guts to rest. I sleep soundly having happy dreams of family and friends. Oddly Zolo was part of my family, and spent time with us as though he could.
I woke to my alarm blaring. When I went to silence it I could hardly move. By the time I got it quiet I looked to see my belly had doubled in size. My stomach feels much less full, but my boobs are swelled and sore. My D cups looking more like DD, and my nipples hard and swelled. I get up waddling into the den hoping to see Zolo, but it's empty. I waddle into the living room to see the book still sitting there. i call out for him, but get nothing in response. I sit in the chair paging through the book for some way to contact him. Eventually conceding defeat I just sit back trying to think. Maybe he put a memory in my head? All I end up doing is falling back asleep.
It's a few hours before I wake again feeling still very exhausted. I look down to see my watermelon sized breasts laying to my sides looking swelled and feeling sore. The veins pushed so hard against my skin they're clearly visible. My nipples look like the size of wine corks feeling just as hard. Between my breasts I see my belly sticking about two feet in the air. My skin full of stretch marks, and looking very taut. I feel strange indie as well. It's like my vaginal canal is tingling. It feels good, but not the kind of good I can do anything about with a seal over the entire area.
I rub my belly feeling how hard it is. A little bump against my hand lets me know what is obvious. I smile feeling maternal once more. It's a feeling I was beginning to forget. A wonderful feeling of having a life inside you growing, and will one day be with you.
"Zolo I think you found the cure." I say gladly.
I just relax nodding off, and wondering how soon I'll see my little darling. It's not for a couple hours before I wake to a sudden pain in my stomach. I look to see the swirling around in my womb like something is wrong. It looks so cramped inside me, but I can't help give it more. My breasts are even bigger than they were, and hurt so much. I struggle to sit, and as soon as I get up a sharp pain in my crotch lays me right back. I feel something flowing down my birthing canal like a worm wiggling through my tunnel. It hits the plug and retreats back into me. A few seconds later it does it again, but this time it hits the plug from inside me hard. I feel my skin pull all the way around my slit. Again it hits, a bit harder this time, but with the same results. Soon another hit with a lot of force, and I feel the plug tear away from near my butt hole. One final hit before it drops to the floor near my feet.
I open my legs wide feeling and seeing a tentacle protrude from my puss. It snakes out wrapping my right thigh. I feel a pulling inside me as it pulls itself down my canal landing on the chair by my ass. A second tentacle wiggles from me wrapping my right thigh as the first being gathers it's wits. I feel a tentacle slither over my belly finding my left breast and wrapping around the base pulling down as the being pulls itself up over my crotch. The second one plops out as the first crests my large belly falling down until it's at my left nipple. I feel it engulf my nipple followed by a sharp pinch then suckling. The second one finds my right breast while another tentacle works from me. It suckles the same as the first while the third follows the second sharing my right breast covering it completely with their bodies.
"One more. Where are you little one? Come out to mommy." I coo.
It must hear me because a tentacle shoots from my vagina wrapping tightly around my left thigh, and I feel it tense as it pulls itself from my womb quickly. It lands with a resounding plop before it begins the journey to get nourishment. It shares with the first draining my left breast making them feel so much less full. A sudden ache deep in my uterus brings me back from my maternal heaven, and I feel a pressure grow followed by a pinching at my cervix. I have the sudden urge to push, and when I do I feel a pop inside me. Like a flood my womb empties out soaking the chair where I sit. I relax with my arms under my head watching my little one growing in size as the suckle my teats. I feel them moving and tugging my breasts as they begin to fight for the nipples. It doesn't hurt. Quite the opposite as a matter of fact. Almost like a chest massage in a way.
After an hour I see movement to my right. I turn to see Zolo there. His body undulating rapidly I just return to watching my babies.
"You were the cure." I hear after some minutes. "Your womb was the carrier and the vessel. You have saved my species."
"We have. I didn't make these cuties by myself."
"I made them, and you carried them. We made them. You are correct. They must suckle for one of your earth days. After that I will return to my home to care for them as they surely wouldn't be welcome here."
"I have a day then. I just hope I can see them some time."
"We will visit. You are the vessel, and in a few weeks you should be able to carry more."
"A few weeks. I'm thinking a few years maybe, and you didn't answer me either. Will I be able to see them again?"
"I did. I cannot recharge my energies anymore, but you are need for our survival. You will see them again when they mate with you. I will return when the feeding has ceased."
"You mean my own kids will be fucking me?" I ask as Zolo slinks away.
I sigh feeling the suckling like they're starved.
"I guess you're going to really use me later."
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I had been with my girlfriend for about two years.
We never had any real problems with each other and got along a lot better than what most couples did, very rarely fighting, and always laughing, hugging and kissing.
Of course this all changed when she dropped a bombshell and revealed to me she had been cheating on me with another guy.
I was pretty hurt by that.
But then she told me who it was, and it hit harder; it was my best friend, Trent.
Breaking up with Gwen, I tried to move on and terminated my friendship with Trent.
Of course, moving on and forgetting your girlfriend is never easy to do.
"Saturday and here I am sitting in the tub..."
I murmured do myself.
My hand gently stroked my erection up and down while I shut my eyes, gently stroking my shaft up to the head.
It seemed lately that I was always getting really horny, and although I knew that masturbating too much was bad, and could do a lot of harm to you, I was at that point where it was too hard to resist.
My urge to just fuck someone was overwhelming, but what was I to do? I left my slut girlfriend, and catching aids didn't sound quite appealing to my taste, either.
All I could do was beat myself.
I sighed softly; inhaling the scent of powerful, pleasing bubble bath, while I carefully moved my hand up and down, starting from head, to base.
"I need a girl so bad." I whined while shaking my head.
My friend Melissa was only interested in me as a friend. So she wasn't up for the role of girlfriend and turned it down.
I stroked faster.
A I could think about was how good it was going to feel once I shot my hot semen into the tub.
Images of Gwen and her big ass and big tits popped into my head; when she would ride me and her melons would shake uncontrollably with each time she bounced on me.
I stroked harder.
I thought about how puffy her nipples were, and how perfect they were for sucking, how I loved to pull on them with my mouth.
My dick grew a little at the thought of suckling on her nipples and listening to her moan.
I felt my dick heating up and knew then that I was about to blow jizz all over the tub.
Her face as she sucked up and down on my manhood popped into my head, and how she would use her left hand to gently rub my balls, massaging them and scratching them with her nails.
I stroked myself up and down until I finally felt my red helmet bubbling up and shooting sticky squirts all over the place.
I breathed in relief, and rubbed out a few extra drops.
Drops of cum floated around in the tub, in the water, around me while I finished the rest of my bath.
"Well," I said to myself as I looked around at the floating, milky white drops, "at least I'll be able to focus on other things for a while."
I had been wanting to head into town for a few days.
So once I had gotten out of the tub, I brushed my short, brown hair and put on a denim shirt and jeans, and a pair of plain black sneakers and I was off.
Once I was on Mainstreet, I heard my flip-phone begin to ring.
I reached my hand into my pocket, and pulled the phone up to my ear, answering.
"Ben?" I said.
"Van! T--things are getting-I-"
"What's going on? You're breaking up."
I heard static on the other end, and then I narrowed my left eye, scrutinized my nose and sighed softly.
But then I could hear him again, despite the static still being there.
"VAN! HELP ME!" He screamed into the phone.
"Where are you?" I sharply asked.
"I'm on Deej Street. Hurry, Van!"
"I'm coming!"
I quickly hung up and threw the phone into my pocket, and pumping my arms, started running as fast as I could down the town street in a desperate, panicky rush to get where Benny was.
When I arrived, I arrived just in time to see him being chased by a...Zombie? Yes; it was a zombie; there were two and both were female.
One had dark brown hair and sickly green skin with pale eyes, while the other had pitch-black hair, whitish violet skin, less injuries, and blind-colored eyes.
I froze.
Benny, my tallest friend, and a pretty tough guy who had defended me through high-school until I buffed up enough, was trapped on the ground green skinned zombie girl, who had injuries through out her whole body. But not just that...She had stripped him naked.
Her decomposing, wrinkly, decrepit hand grasped Benny's dick, and started to rub up and down while she growled; her face uncomfortably close to his.
I think Benny was ashamed that he was becoming aroused against his will, because when his monster started to raise up, he looked away; trying to grit his chattering teeth.
"Well," I kept my voice silent, "she's just jerking him off. Not trying to eat him."
But as soon as I said that, SNAP! She pulled his dick right off of his body.
I covered my mouth and turned away from the blond tough guy, and just tried my best not to yell of shout; to just stay quiet, even though by this point, I felt a few drops of liquid running down my eyes.
I listened to him scream, but realized there was nothing I could do.
I glanced back to look, and the zombie was feasting on where his dick used to be; taking in all she could get and even ripping off his left leg for a second meal.
I did what anyone would do; I ran like the wind.
But the black-haired, more attractive and healthy looking zombie, spotted me and gave chase.
I found myself trapped in an alley, typical movie shit, and I backed against the was when she slowly came towards me.
No ladder to climb up, no other exit, she was blocking the only one, I was screwed.
"So you gonna take me out, too?" I inquired, trying to put on a brave face.
She crept towards me.
She walked, and walked, and walked slowly towards me, until she was right in front of me, making it impossible to do anything.
Her eyes wandered down towards my crotch.
She touched between my legs, and instantly upon touch, I went hard.
Oh, great; I thought.
She eyed my raging boner, and gently patted it with her hand; feeling it through my pants.
"Let me go." I said, but without sounding as confident as I'd like.
Her human instincts overcame her at that point, and she ripped my pants to shreds using a pair of dagger-like claws she had, and then yanked my boxers down my legs; eying the swollen instrument.
She took me into her hand.
She gently stroked me up and down with her whitish violet hands; her faded blue eyes staying locked completely on my throbbing, bulging red bell.
I softly reached a hand down, running it through her long, jet-black hair. I was curious what it felt like.
Even dead, her hair was as soft as a baby.
She gazed up at me; faded, blind-colored eyes inspecting my expression for signs of approval and pleasure.
She wanted to know that I was enjoying what she was doing; that I liked it.
Her tongue emerged from her crimson-dipped lips
I trembled.
I wasn't sure what she was about to do, but I feared the worse, that this hot little zombie was going to castrate me just like her little friend did to Benny.
She let out another guttural growl, then touched my rock-hard instrument with her wet, soft tongue.
She reached her long, discolored nails to beneath my sac, and very delicately, with the most careful touch in the world, started to scrape alongside my fleshy bag.
"Damn." I said out loud, closing my eyes.
She dragged her tongue around the tip, licking my organ like it was an ice cream bar; making sure she was licking every single place.
"W--wow..." I expelled, fighting, forcing myself through the pleasure.
She stared at my face, increased her grip on my cock, then licked up towards the head, leaving a trail of blood, then licked back down, leaving another trail of blood behind in her tongue's wake, this time on my shaft.
She licked the edges of my helmet with the tip of her tongue, but then started to drag her whole tongue all over my dick.
"You're just teasing me.." I spoke, half agitated.
She tilted her head slightly to the left, then averted her eyes from my face, got her whitish violet face close to my organ, then took me into her bloody mouth.
She gazed back up to me, searching for approval, starting to suck on my tool.
I sighed in pleasure; my fingers gently parting strands of Raven black locks; pushing her hair back.
It was strange.
She was coating me in crimson liquid, not natural saliva, but actual blood from human bodies...And yet, rather than being repulsed and nauseous as I should have been, I was enjoying it, enjoying the blowjob she was giving.
She moved her head up and down slowly; her mouth moving up to my head, then down to my shaft; her bloody tongue working my manhood as well.
"What's wrong with me?" I said aloud. "Why am I enjoying...This?"
It was true.
I was enjoying this.
Enjoying it a lot more than I should have.
She brought me out of her bloody mouth with a loud 'pop', licked the head relentlessly, then started kissing it with her soft, yet cold, lips.
She took me back into her mouth, shoving me in quickly, and started to suck again, she moved her hand up and down, pumping me in her discolored hand.
She brought her hand all the way down; trying to devour as much of my cock into her throat as she could, then pulled her head back, and brought it back down again, taking less of my dick into her mouth.
It was wrong. But it felt so good.
I was starting to not even care about right and wrong anymore.
And she was moving, it's not like she was a lifeless corpse.
She stopped pumping me momentarily, then just held me in her hand, firmly, and took all of the head into her mouth, jerking her head back and forth while she groaned softly.
She sucked hungrily on my organ; the friction from her mouth almost seeming as if her goal was to pull it right off, but then, each time the friction grew, she'd become gentler again.
She seemed to know exactly what to do.
That surprised me, since she was was a zombie after all.
I parted a few strands of hair from her face; brushing her bangs back gently with my fingertips, causing her to groan on my dick.
She was getting rougher; her sucks loud, sloppy and wet.
I bit down on my lip.
My cock felt like it had reached the point of no return, and was about to explode a gooey hot mess all over the inside of her cold mouth.
She worked her hand on my balls; gently rubbing my sac while she deep-throated my meat.
Her nails gently scraped them while she gave a delicate sac massage that sent shivers throughout my body.
It didn't take long before I filled her mouth up with come; releasing torrent after torrent in her generous mouth and causing her to groan loudly in pleasure.
She removed her mouth from my still stiff cock, and stood up, walked towards me, and pushed her body against mine; cold mixing with heat, then pressed her lips against my own, kissing me tenderly.
I was surprised at how much love and affection she was showing, especially given that she logically shouldn't be able to experience any of these feelings.
Sexual desire and love should be impossible for her to feel.
I grabbed her sides, holding her close besides me, and returned her kiss.
Soon our kiss turned more desperate, and she seemed bent on getting her whole tongue down my throat.
She finally pulled her mouth away, but gave one last gentle kiss before starting to tear off her clothes, growling and grunting while she did so.
She started with her shirt, and pushed off her floral print short sleeve shirt, then her bra; unhooking it and letting it fall down to reveal two beautiful, yet rotting, breasts.
They sagged slightly, but were plump, juicy and firm in appearance.
Her nipples were large and perky on her 39DDs.
Her eyes locked onto mine, and again, just like before, she searched my face for approval and satisfaction towards her revealing to me her naked body.
She reached her hands down unzipped the zipper on her denim boy shorts, and slid them down her slender, discolored legs.
She had on a pair of pink, silky panties.
She removed theses as well, sliding them slowly down her legs before letting them land on the ground.
I was surprised that her pussy was so unscathed compared to most of the rest of her body, yes, it was slightly discolored, but only of you looked hard enough; it still had the appearance of a healthy, pink cherry.
She turned around so I could get a glimpse of her ass.
She had a few small lacerations on and cuts her, with a small one being on her left ass cheek, and a cut mark located just underneath her crack, narrowly missing her dark hole.
Her ass was shapely.
A small bubble butt that was just as juicy looking as her big tits.
She was wet.
Drops of her womanly juices dripped down between her whitish violet legs, oozing from her pink cherry.
She got down on her hands and knees, looking at me with a set of pitiful, pleading, nearly colorless eyes.
I approached her, and upon her sticking her ass up, pushed my erection into her pussy from behind.
She groaned
I wasn't expecting her to be so tight when I entered her, but her muscles were just as strong as any normal woman was, and she squeezed me perfectly hard inside of her.
"Sc...r...e..w...m...e." Was all she could manage. That was the only English she had spoken so far.
Apparently she wasn't capable of much speech.
I pushed the rest of my length into her, and she groaned again, soon letting out a rather voluminous hiss.
Extending inside of her pussy a little bit, I had completely entered inside of her.
I sent my first thrust into her, and she responded with a growl, and pushing and working her hips against me.
I sent a harder thrust into her sweet cherry, then pulled out and heard her grunt.
I grabbed her cheeks and gave a tight squeeze, getting a good feel of her gelatinous, decomposing flesh.
I jammed back into her pussy, stabbing into her again, causing her to let a guttural cry out, and then a deep groan.
She bounced her hips; her buns gliding.
"Such a firm pussy." I murmured out loud.
She must have heard me though, because she turned her head back to look at me while her rump danced.
I was determined to blow a hot load into her, and to make her burst out into scream; I was desperate for her.
I pulled out, then stabbed into her again, drawing out another guttural groan while she bared her teeth from pleasure, and glided on my cock.
I just couldn't seem to get enough.
Here I was, in the cold, wet pussy of a sexy zombie, something I should have found revolting and been ashamed of, and yet, all I could think about was fucking the crap out of her.
I grew rougher with my thrusts and as I did so, she grew louder with her groaning and growling, so much so, that I was almost positive everyone could hear us screwing in the alley.
But I didn't care.
By now the smack of our bodies working together was filling my ears, and I focused on that beautiful sound, as well as her groaning and growling.
Clop, clop, clop, clop.
The smacking had grown much louder and was growing much more intense in sound.
She was grinding her teeth furiously while I pounded her pussy relentlessly, but somehow her cold, scent-less breath managed to find it's way out of her mouth, even if somewhat muffled by her grinding whites.
My breathing was growing heavier, and while I wasn't exactly moaning, my exhaling was getting much shallower.
I knew it wouldn't be much longer before I blasted all over the inside of her snatch.
Sweat poured down my body while I fucked her like a wild beast.
Digging in and out of her cunt, I speared in and out of her with powerful and unforgiving thrusts, ravaging her with nothing short of brute force.
She bounced each time I thrust into her; shaking her ass against my cock, trying to match my speed.
I finally reached my end, and felt a long storm of hot spurts shooting deep into her pussy.
She gave a loud, drone-like wail, and then tightened herself on me, gushing all over the cement in an explosion of pussy juice.
She got off her hands and knees, leaking all over the cement while she crawled into my arms.
She started to kiss me again, but this time she grabbed my dick and led it straight into pussy, pushing it deep into her snatch, growling against my lips.
I pushed my lips against hers and reached for her decomposing breasts, rubbing her perfectly healthy, big perky nipples.
She started to ride me.
She deepened the kiss; gently bouncing up and down on me in short bursts.
I was afraid to pull on anything on her body, but was relieved when I pulled on her nipples and they stayed intact.
She seemed to enjoy having her nipples pulled on, because her kissing grew more aggressive while she hopped up and down on my erection.
I kissed back with as much force as her; wanting her mouth just as much as I wanted her body.
Her tits bounced up and down with her movements; just slapping my hands with pillow soft flesh while we kissed.
I could taste the rusty tinge of blood flowing from her mouth, and entering mine.
I pictured the countless people who's lives must have been lost to this beautiful, busty creature of darkness; her feasting an arm and then a leg, and even someone's innards, and yet...Here I was; kissing her like she was the only girl in the world.
Had I really fallen for her?
In love with a zombie.
Banging a zombie.
Kissing a zombie.
What did that make me? I knew what it made me...And even though it was sickening, I couldn't bring myself to drive her away from me.
I wanted her. I knew that.
"Fuck me hard." I breathed into her bloody, cold mouth.
She made a soft 'mmnh' noise in my mouth, and then leaned slightly forward onto me, wrapped her arms lovingly around me neck, creating a ring around it, and started to hump my manhood more aggressively.
She kissed me even harder, which I gladly returned; the two of us seeking refuge in one another's mouths while we engaged into rough, aggressive sex out in the open, where anyone could see us if they walked by the alley.
She pushed her nipples hard against my hands, grunting upon them touching me, and then they went hard and erect upon touching the flesh of my hands.
I gently pinched her nipples, and she hissed loudly into my mouth, scooting herself further into my cock, trying to devour my mouth with her lips.
I gently reached my hands to her tush, grabbing the cold, heat devoid cheeks of her ass, and pushed them up slightly while they came back down to push down on my length.
She pushed her tits against me; so that her erect, hard, perky pink buds were pushing into me, tightening her grip around my neck, and flooding my mouth with pools of drool that I was forced to swallow.
I felt her tongue explore the inside of my mouth; licking the roof of my mouth, then finally making it's way towards my tongue, gently flicking it and rubbing it.
Her speed and aggression grew.
She humped me harder; lifting herself up, then letting herself down; bucking her hips like a wild horse.
She removed her mouth from mine and rested her face in the crook of my neck, bouncing her rump up and down and up and down again on my meat; growling and hissing each time she did so.
I kissed the top of her head; just letting my lips gently brush against the discolored flesh while she slammed herself down onto my throbbing stick each time she landed.
"Baaagh..."
She fucked me hard; pounding her hips while drops of sweet nectar dribbled down her legs and coated my cock.
I felt her mouth open, and her lips pulled on the flesh of my neck; sucking hard on it while she bounced faster and harder; really working my cock inside of her cold, wet pussy.
I took one of her breasts and sucked on it; sucking hard on her nipple while I watched her bouncing right in front of my face.
"Harder." I ordered her; suckling her pinky.
She hissed, then growled, and kissed my neck hastily while she started bouncing up and down as fast as she could muster.
"Heeengh!" She growled, punishing my dick with her body.
I felt her upper body spasming against me; like her upper body was doing the bouncing as opposed to her hips.
I grabbed her back with both arms; holding her with an unshakable grip while she lost herself to pleasure, growling and groaning with each time she rocked her uncontrollable hips.
"F--FUCK!" I cried. I was positive everyone in town heard me when I said that.
"Hnghh! Hnghh, hnghh!"
Her tone had grown so loud that it had even put my shallow breathing to shame.
I suckled harder on her nipple; my mouth squeezing and pulling hard.
"A--AAANGHH..."
Her tone became more shallow, and her sounds were becoming much more akin to an actual zombie as she continued riding me.
"I'm going to come all over you."
I hoarsely stated to the busty zombie.
Already I was feeling the heat becoming too unbearable, and knew I was going to be filling her up with my thick vanilla.
I suckled as hard as I could; drool coating her tits from my hungry, longing mouth.
Clop, clop, clop, clop, smack, smack smack.
"H--nghhh!" She groaned again.
That was it. I couldn't take it anymore; this was too much for me to handle anymore.
"I'm coming!" I Said loudly; squeezing her body tight and releasing my load info her.
She held on tight, rocked her hips one last time, then overflowed with pussy juice right as I started filling her up with hot jizz.
She climbed off of me, and my dick went flaccid.
I tried desperately to catch my breath from the intense sex I had just engaged with this creature of the dead and cradled her in my arms; kissing her forehead lovingly.
We lay in the alley together, naked and exhausted.
I couldn't believe all the things I had done with her, but more than that, I couldn't believe I had screwed a zombie.
While I stood there and tried to wrap my head around all this; her mouth started inching towards my penis again.
"Aren't you tired yet?"
Her teeth went razor sharp, and she placed her whole mouth over my dick; ripping it right off and literally swallowing the head.
I quickly rose from my bed, and shook my head hysterically, but started laughing upon realizing everything was just a bad nightmare, it was a dream.
I uncovered myself, and looked between my legs; I jizzed in my pants.
I swung my feet over the bed, rose from the bed, and walked over towards my nightstand; grabbing my flip phone, dialing a number.
"Hey! Coriander, I was wondering if you'd like to get together on Friday and maybe go see that new horror movie that came out, Blood and Sex?"
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---Hi. I haven't posted in a long time. Not gonna explain why, but I'm back to submit this and hopefully more later on. It's part of the Halloween contest so please vote and comment, etc. Thanks
- Also, spoiler, this is about the more traditional zombie rather than the movie idea and thought it'd be fun. Hope you agree.
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I hate my job. The position advertised travel. It just hadn't stated that you would be traveling to the worst places in the country. It advertised interesting challenges which would require problem solving skills and come with the ability to make necessary changes, not the stress of having to produce results without the cooperation of the condescending management. It promised a good salary, ... well that was true and unfortunately it was good enough that I put up with all of the other bullshit. It was really my own damn fault for thinking corporate accounting would be exciting and glamorous.
So I found myself in some backwater town going over the books of one of my company's smaller assets and trying to ignore the general suspicion and dirty looks I was getting from the local staff. I sat in my `office' which was nothing more than a broom closet with a desk. The ten year old computer hummed at my feet as I stared at the monitor in complete confusion. It was no wonder they were in the red with so many counter-productive policies and wasteful business practices being handed down from the administration. My report was no doubt going to be chock full of recommendations, which if followed, would constitute an overhaul of the entire structure of the factory.
"You've been here for FOUR days," came a belligerent voice from the doorway. I looked up and saw one of the factory managers standing with his hands stuck in his pockets. His white button up shirt pulled taut over his large belly proudly displaying the stains and remnants of whatever had consisted of his lunch or at least the small portion that had not made it to his mouth. Enormous mutton chops framed his fat face with greasy hair, making the man an altogether unattractive picture. Though I knew from his personnel file that he was just shy of 45, he looked more like a man in his upper 50s. "You haven't done a god damn thing except sit here staring at that computer. You want to tell me what exactly it is you're doing?"
I sighed. This wasn't the first time that I had this discussion, not even the first time with him. He knew why I was here and was simply resenting my presence and throwing his weight around. Luckily, I in no way answered to him or anyone else at the factory.
"Mr. LeDeux, I've told you. I've been sent by the company to take a look at your reports and find out why it is that you're operating below expectations. At the moment, I'm going through your production numbers and not only are you not meeting your schedule but you're way over budget. I'd like to sit down with you and discuss-."
"Listen, you little shit, I don't work for you. I don't give a fuck what the hell you think you know or what fancy college you went to. Just sit here doing whatever it is you do and stay out of everyone else'sway. There won't be any sit downs or interviews or meetings with the staff. When you're done, just go back and tell them that everything's fine down here. You got it or do I have to draw you a picture?"
"I got it." I said and sighed again. This was typical of the attitude I was shown at every one of my assignments. It was why I hated my job and since he was right and I was not required to show my reports to him or anyone but my supervisor at corporate, I simply let it go.
LeDeux smirked at me and waddled away from my doorway. I gave a second to curse him for an ignorant redneck with less smarts than hygienic habits, shut my computer down and left for the day.
As I got into the rented compact car, I felt a twinge of regret. I should stay and finish my report so I could get the hell out of there and back home until being shipped off to my next assignment. I slammed the door and threw the car into drive. Fuck that, I thought. I was too pissed off to work and just needed some down time. Of course, down time in the Swamp That Time Forgot was not as appealing as sitting in front of a computer for hours at a time trying to make sense of the mess that I was handed. Making my final decision, I peeled out of the driveway and headed back to the bug infested motel that for the time being was home.
My car died less than halfway there and to say there was no service there was only to imply that there was service anywhere in this backward county. I would have to walk the rest of the way.
It was a nice day- no, scratch that. The day sucked shit but the weather was nice if you dismissed the humidity and vicious mosquitoes that were hungry for blood. I thought it fitting since it was mid October and Halloween was only right around the corner. Halloween was my favorite holiday. There was something about a day that emphasized the lengthening shadows and the new chill in the air which spoke of the promise of the next year while tolling the death of the current one. A time to take a walk through the darker places of the world and bring a little light and frivolity and goodness to it. Of course, there was the candy and kids running around like insane lunatics and costume parties that appealed to me as well.
I had walked a good three miles before I started regretting my decision, not only to walk to the motel but to wear my loafers which bit into my feet with every step. I figured the next house I saw would be a perfect place to stop and call for a tow and a ride. I was just full of bad ideas today.
The house, or shack if you like, was dilapidated and seemed to be standing only by the grace of God and the placement of some well placed two by fours leaning against the outside walls. It's fading and chipping paint was varied in color making it impossible to tell what color it had been originally. The foliage around it grew haphazardly and encroached upon the house as if resentful of it being there. A dirt path led to the front stoop made from the passing of many feet. An old black woman sat in a rocking chair, slowly rocking as she snapped beans into a bucket. She watched me warily as I approached.
"Good afternoon, ma'am." No reply. "My car died a bit down the road and I was hoping I could use your phone to call for a tow."
"Ain't got no phone." She said, simply.
"Oh. I see. Shit." I felt embarrassed for cursing in front of the old woman. "Pardon my French, ma'am."
"That wasn't French, cher." She smiled.
"No, I guess it wasn't." I smiled back. "Could I bother you for something to drink."
"'Suppose. Come sit."
I started toward the stoop when I realized that there were no other chairs than the one she sat in. Having noticed my confusion, she nodded to the worn place at her feet and despite an affection for the suit I was wearing, I sat reluctantly.
"Chu-chut!!" She yelled.
"I'm sorry?"
"Wasn't talkin' to you, Cher."
A moment later a large, dark skinned black man walked out of the trees and bushes from the side of the house. The two things I noticed about him at first was that he was his height. He must have stood six foot three at least. The other was that he was filthy. The clothes he wore were tattered and stained. His skin showed many dark patches of dried dirt as if he hadn't washed in quite some time. The third thing I noticed was the haunted look in his eyes. He seemed to be looking at everything while at the same time, seeing nothing.
The old woman spoke to him in another language, resembling French, which I assumed to be creole. He didn't seem to be listening, his eyes rolled around in his head before he disappeared into the house.
"Is that your grandson?" I asked and the woman laughed, heartily.
"No. He's chu-chut." She said, as if that would explain the large man.
"Chu-chut's his name? That's interesting." She laughed again.
"No. He's a chu-chut, a thing. He has no name." She shook her head at my ignorance. "He's zombie."
"Zombie?" I asked in disbelief. "Like a real zombie?"
"Sure dat, cher." It took me a moment to translate what she had said to mean something close to `certainly'.
"But zombie's don't exist."
"Zombies don' exist, yet you just looked at one." She shook her head again. "City boy don' know what out in da bayou just like Coonass don' know what's dere in da city. Zombie not in da city, well, zombie out in da bayou."
I chuckled, unable to help myself. I was suddenly fascinated by the realization that she actually believed this man was a zombie.
"So he eats people? Eats their brains and takes chunks out of their arms?" I asked, a bit condescendingly.
"Boy, you ain' got no sense. Zombie don' eat people and only brains they eat be a gators brains or goats brains if he lucky."
"Wait, so this is like that movie... oh what was it?" I wracked my brain and finally came up with the name of the movie. It had been about a botanist that had gone to Haiti and studied the shamanistic practice of making zombies. "The Serpent and the Rainbow! That's it!"
The old woman moved more quickly than I thought her able and smacked me across the face. She stared at me fiercely before sitting back in the rocker.
"Don' speak dem things when you don' understand, cher. You get yourself in mighty hot water before you know it."
"I'm sorry," I said, astonished. "I didn't mean to offend you." She laughed again.
"You don' offend me, chile. I jus' trying to help you. If I don' smack you proper maybe on da way home you meet a loa and you don' like what dey do to you."
"Well, then... thanks I guess."
"Don' think nothin' of it." She laughed and I couldn't tell if she was joking with me or not.
"What's a...." I was still stunned that she had slapped me that I couldn't even remember the odd word she had used.
"Loa. City boy don' know loa either. Loa is, well spirit I guess. They can be angry loa and they can be happy loa. Guess which one's better." She chuckled.
"Maybe I'll just do as you said and avoid either of them."
"Da's good."
Chu-chut came out on the porch carrying glasses of what looked like lemonade and a plate of what looked like french toast. He handed the plate and one of the glasses to the old woman before handing me the remaining glass. I noticed he hadn't gotten one for himself.
"You have some 'pain perdu', cher." The woman said and offered the plate.
I took a bite and decided it was as much like french toast as it was different, if that makes any sense. The woman spoke again in creole and Chu-chut sat down on the ground below the step. Again, my fascination of him got the better of me.
"So, you made Chu-chut a zombie?" I asked and the woman cackled so hard I thought she might just keel over in the chair.
"No, I don' make zombie. Gris-gris like dat takes power. Gris-gris like dat takes a dark heart. No, I don' make zombie. Chu-chut done nothin' wrong to be made dis way 'sept say no to someone who don' like hearin' it." She explained.
"I don't understand."
"Dere a vodouisant in da next bayou. She think she Marie Laveau." The woman rolled her eyes as if that were a ridiculous notion. I didn't have the heart to tell her I didn't know who or what she was talking about.
"A vodouisant?" I asked.
"Voo doo queen. I say she has power, she did da zombie gris, n'cest pas? But she no Marie Laveau." At my blank stare she sighed and explained. "Marie Laveau was a Queen down in New Orleans. She had a kind heart, not like dis' one up here. Dis one here took an eye to Chu-chut and wanted him for her own but he say no. You don't say no to a vodouisant. Not one with a dark heart anyhows."
I turned to Chu-chut. "Why did you say no?" I asked.
"He won't answer. Zombies don' be speakin' 'sept to da one dat made 'em." The old woman shook her head. "Chu-chut's a good boy. He don' need be zombie but it is what it is. C'est la vie."
"Do you know why he said no?"
"He has his reasons and dere his reasons." She said and sat back and closed her eyes. "Chile, its a good thing dat you stopped here. Chu-chut will help you. He good at car fixins'."
"He can fix my car?" I asked.
"Zombies are good at dat sort of thing." She said and laughed. "I'm tired and old. Chu-chut will go with you now."
"If he can help that'd be great. I'll even give him some money for it." I offered.
"What a zombie gonna do with money?" She cackled again. "A zombie only does what you want it to do. He helps you now."
"Well, thank you very much." I said, feeling odd thanking the old woman and not the man or zombie that would apparently be doing the work. "I'll drive him back when we're done."
"No need, cher. He's yours now." She said and stood up from the rocking chair. A stream of creole came from her mouth and Chu-chut listened before coming to stand next to me. The old woman walked inside her shack.
"Um... wait. Ma'am?" I called after her but got no response. "What do you mean he's mine now?"
I tried for a while to get her to answer or even open the door but she refused. Turning around and heading away from the shack back toward my car, I noticed that Chu-chut was following me.
"I really appreciate this." No answer. "You're helping me, that is. I really appreciate it."
We walked for a while without speaking and finally came back to the wreck that I had rented. It still sat on the side of the road where I had left it and hadn't magically fixed itself like I had hoped. Chu-chut pulled open the hood and began tinkering with the engine and fooling with stuff which was beyond my comprehension. It seemed to be the day for that. Feeling an ache in my lower back from more walking than I was used to, I sat in the drivers seat and thought about the odd little woman, the large man and their beliefs. It was astonishing that people actually still held to those old superstitions.
I was lost in my own musings and was startled to notice that Chu-chut was there by my side waiting for me to see him. Figuring he was done, I turned the key and laughed when the engine roared to life. Ok, it was an old Honda so maybe it coughed, purred, and whined to life.
"Oh thank God! This is such a relief! Thanks so much, Chu-chut!" He gave no response and had no expression on his face, but despite the filth and grime I saw he was an attractive man. A twinge in my stomach reminded me of how long it had been since I had been with someone. I coughed to cover my embarrassment and turned away.
"Why don't you get in and I'll give you a ride back home." I said and the zombie walked around the car to fit his tall, wide frame into the passenger seat. "I'll have you back home in a jiffy."
I said, thinking `and put all this weird shit behind me'. We drove in silence, as the old woman said Zombies do not make good conversationalists, and soon came up to the shack. I put the car in park and turned to smile at Chu-chut.
"Thanks again. That was really nice of you." He made no attempt to leave the car. I reached in my pocket and fished a couple of twenties out of my wallet and handed it to him. "Please, take this or give this to her in thanks for you help." He made no attempt to touch the money, so I stuffed it into a small breast pocket on his shirt. My fingers tingled when they brushed his pec which even through the material, felt warm and hard. I pulled back my hand as if it had been burned.
"So you can leave now." He refused to get out of the car. "You can go, really....You can stay here or go wherever you want.... I release you from your obligation to me.....Please?" I said, feeling more certain that he was stuck with me. "Chu-chut, get out of the car."
He opened the door and stepped out. "Chu-chut, close the door." He did and I took the opportunity to pull the car back onto the road and drove away. I couldn't help myself and glanced at the rear view mirror to see him running after the car.
"Fuck me!" I said and slammed on the brakes waiting for him to catch up. He finally did and stood next to the drivers side window. "You're not going to leave are you?"
He looked at me but gave no response and at this point I didn't really expect one.
"Chu-chut, get in the car." I ordered and he walked around the hood to again fit himself into the tiny car. "What the hell am I going to do with you?"
The motel manager was outside when I pulled into the parking lot and parked in front of my room. I nodded to him and walked to my room before I realized that I was alone. I looked back at my passenger and motioned for him to come with me. The managers face curdled when he saw Chu-chut step out and follow me into the room. I could only imagine what he thought and I prayed he wouldn't make trouble since this was the only motel for miles around. I sat down on the bed and had to tell my zombie to sit on the floor or he would have stood in place for the entire night.
What does one do with a zombie? Is there a department, some sort of government program that takes them and rehabilitates them? Is there a zombie commune where they are allowed to roam free and play in the sunshine? I finally decided to call and find out.
Two hours later, after having mucked and slogged through the bowels of Louisiana social service, I found that there was no such thing. Even the mental health departments of the local hospitals told me I was on my own when I admitted he wasn't a danger to himself or others. I was down to my last option and it was a long shot at best.
"Louisiana Child Welfare Office, how may I help you?"
"Hello, I'm calling to ask if there's anyway I can get some help for someone who's completely unable to fend for himself. I think he's been neglected for a while now and I desperately need to get him someone who can protect him and help him in anyway."
"Of course, sir. I'll be happy to help you. How old is the child?"
"Well, he's not exactly a child. He's an adult but he's completely unable to fend for himself."
"We only deal with children, sir but if he truly is unable to help himself maybe I can point you in the right direction. When you say unable to help himself, what are you talking about?"
"He won't do anything unless you tell him too. He won't sit, won't eat, won't do anything."
"Is he mentally handicapped, sir?" She asked.
"Not exactly." I sighed. "He thinks he's a zombie."
"A what?"
"A zombie."
"Holy shit! Jack wasn't kidding. You are actually calling every program in Louisiana asking about zombie benefits, aren't you?" She asked and laughed so hard and long that I simply hung up the phone.
"Well Chu-chut, it seems like it's just you and me." I said and looked at my dirty zombie sitting quietly on the floor.
"Come on. We have to get you some clothes."
Thank God for Halloween, Walmart and Halloween at Walmart. Anytime in October you can expect a great deal of leeway given your state of dress with people assuming you're simply getting in the spirit of the holiday. And whoever complained of someone's fashion sense at Walmart?
I walked down the aisles with my zombie following obediently behind, looking through the varied clothes. I found a shirt that I thought would look good on him and held it up to his large chest. Too small, I'd have to find a bigger size. Jesus, he was big! Next came pants but they were a harder match to make.
"Chu-chut, what size pant do you wear?" I asked and realized that he wouldn't be giving me an answer. I walked around him and glanced around to see that no one was watching before pulling the waistband of his pants back to look for a tag.
A commando zombie. Who would have thought?
The sight of his large bubble butt had my hands shake and I quickly scanned the material finding no tag to discover the size of his waist. Some pants have the tag in the front, I thought and cursed myself for even thinking of it. But I was on a mission to dress my zombie appropriately. I stood in front of him and tried not to look at his face, feeling awkward and embarrassed enough.
Another glance around showed that no one was in the immediate area and I quickly pulled the front of his pants forward. And I had thought his chest was big.
My mouth dried at the sight of his large, soft manhood nestled between his thighs. My hand shook so bad I let the waist of his pants snap back and turned away into the disgusted gaze of a large, big haired woman with a shirt advertising `You Can't Afford This' across her huge bosom. My face flushed with embarrassment and I turned back to Chu-chut, seeing an expression in his eyes which for once wasn't the usual dead stare. It was pride and with possibly a hint of desire. I frowned in confusion and the expression was gone, replaced with his blank visage.
"Here." I said, handing him a pair of 32"x 40" jeans. "I'm pretty sure you can fit into those."
I grabbed him some extra tall shirts, more of the jeans and even some socks, shoes and underwear. I had almost bought him a jock strap but simply imagining his body wearing that made my heart rate jump and I felt a little faint.
We picked up some food on the way home, of course he had no preferences as to what we ate, and made our way back to the motel. I had to order him to sit in the chair at the table across from me as we ate, but was glad I did. Though he was quiet, he was still company and after my usual trips it was a nice change. Actually, it was a nice change from being home as well. I had been single for a long time and though I had some friends at home, they were coupled and I was used to feeling like a fifth wheel. That left me spending a lot of time by myself. I smiled at Chu-chut but he had no reaction.
"All right, Chu-chut. You have to get cleaned. You're filthy, man. Go take a shower." I ordered, but he didn't move. "Chu-chut, go take a shower. The bathroom is right over there." Still nothing.
I sighed and led the way to the bathroom. I opened the door and moved him inside. He stood in the middle of the room.
"Chu-chut, take off your shirt." I said and felt the tingle in my stomach. He removed his shirt.
"Take off your-." My voice cracked with desire. "Take off your pants." He did and stood naked in the ugly tiled bathroom. My breath came out ragged and it was hard to concentrate on what I needed to tell him to do. My cock was throbbing in my pants and I tried hard to will my erection away. I moved around him and turned the water on, finding a good temperature. Once I was satisfied that he wouldn't be burnt or freeze to death, I ordered him into the shower and tried not to stare or watch the water running down his body.
The man was built to be a beautiful specimen. It was no wonder the voo doo Queen placed the curse on him. His skin was darker but creamy and pulled tight over well developed muscles. His shoulders were wide and sturdy, more than able to support his powerful arms which ended in wide hands with long fingers. His chest was massive and looked to have been earned through long years of hard work though I would only put his age in the upper twenties. His belly was flat and rippled with a six pack that tapered down to his groin and was dusted with a treasure trail. His legs were long, thighs thick and calves bulged. I finally fought the battle I waged against myself and stared at his cock. It was girthy even though it was soft and hung from it's nest of curly hair a good six inches. It was uncut as I was and water poured down it's length and off his foreskin like he was pissing.
I shook my head and took a breath trying to block my lascivious thoughts and focus on the task at hand which was cleaning this man who had been neglected for too long. Taking my bottle of body wash, I poured it over him and ordered him to scrub himself. He did a good job, but there were places he missed. I verbally instructed him to wash those areas he hadn't but felt uncomfortable having to ask him to clean his foreskin. It wasn't something one man generally told another man to do. Chu-chut peeled back his skin reveling his large head which was of a lighter color than the rest of his skin. I poured some body wash on the surface of it and had to order him to basically stroke himself, sheathing and pulling his foreskin back and forth.
I prayed that it was clean and had him rinse off before ordering him out of the shower and handing him a towel. He began drying himself, of course only after I asked, and followed me out of the bathroom. I laid on the bed and sighed in response to the long, crazy day that I had had. My eyes closed and I drifted into a pre-sleep calm until I woke myself up to change. Chu-chut was still standing there having not been told to do anything else holding the towel he had used to dry himself.
"I'm sorry, Chu-chut. Take a pair of briefs from that bag and put them on." I said and changed quickly into the gym shorts that I slept in. I turned and saw that he had donned the tighty whites that I had bought and thought they were the sexiest things I had ever seen. They just about glowed against his dark skin and his package jutted forward proudly. I had to look away and hide my own groin which was swelling in response.
Pulling back the covers I suddenly realized that he would have to sleep in the bed with me. There was no were else to put him but the floor and I wasn't going to do that. The man had been through enough.
"Um... Chu-chut you can sleep in the bed or on the floor. Whichever you like. Whichever you feel more comfortable doing." I said, awkwardly. No response. "Do you want to sleep in the bed?"
No response. "Chu-chut, get in the bed."
He laid in the bed and his body took up a great deal of what little space it afforded. With my own size, this was going to be a tight fit. I slid in next to him and pulled the covers up over us before turning out the light. It was a while before I was comfortable enough to relax and was just about to sleep when a stray thought ran through my mind. Did he need to be ordered to sleep? I turned on the light and saw him lying there, his eyes wide open, no sign that he had even tried to sleep.
"Chu-chut, go to sleep." I whispered. His eyes closed and his face relaxed. My heart broke for a man who's will had been broken so completely.
I turned off the light but couldn't sleep thinking of the situation my bed partner was in. Even with his calm breathing, his light snoring and the knowledge that he was safe from someone who would take advantage of him, it kept me up into the light hours of the early morning.
The alarm on my phone cried for attention and I pried my eyes open. It was nine and I had set my alarm for seven thirty. Thank God it was Friday. I cursed myself for having overslept and rushed into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Fifteen minutes later I came out, dressed quickly and realized that Chu-chut was still asleep. Reaching out to shake him awake I saw an expression on his face which stilled my hand. It was pleasure, sensual pleasure. It caught my breath and for a moment I felt guilty about having to wake him up. He moaned lightly and shifted his body. It was then that I saw the large tent he had made of the blanket. I pulled the cover off and saw his extraordinarily large cock stretching the waste band of his underwear. His penis head had pushed passed the elastic of the waste band and the force of his erection was pulling the fabric up and away from his body. A large pool of precum was soaking through the material.
I stepped back, unable to touch him yet unable to stop watching as he continued his erotic dream. His lips moved as he mumbled but I couldn't make out what he was saying, or even if he was speaking English. His hands were clenched into tight fists at his side and his hips began thrusting up from the bed. With each thrust he moaned quietly or growled low in the back of his throat. I wasn't sure how long I had watched but suddenly his thrusts, moans and growls came quicker and quicker. His large frame began moving the whole bed and I watched as if hypnotized. I could tell he was reaching his climax as his tempo became feverish and watched as his back arched off the bed and he let out a loud moan. His cock jerked on its own accord and pumped what appeared to be a large load of cum into his shorts until he relaxed and fell back onto the bed.
The pool of cum at the head of his now satisfied cock had grown to more than double. His face was peaceful and his lips were even curled in a smile. It appeared as if he had fallen back asleep. I had never seen something so erotic. He wasn't a zombie. He was an incubus come to tempt me. I needed to get him to someone who could help him, a psychiatrist, a priest, a doctor or even a witch doctor. He needed help and I needed to give it to him. A second alarm from my phone brought me back to reality and I reached over and shook him awake.
"Chu-chut, we need to go." I said and was disappointed to see the smile instantly wipe from his face replaced by the typical zombie gaze. I ordered him through his morning ablutions with care taken to clean the residue of his wet dream, led him to the car and took him to work with me. He needed to be close so I could feed him and make sure he was safe.
To my surprise my office was not empty when I opened the door. The large figure of Bud LeDeux was sitting in my chair and he seemed to be going through the computer on my desk.
"Can I help you with anything?" I asked, trying to be as polite as I could.
"You're late." He answered.
"No, I'm not late. I don't work for you and I don't work here. I work for corporate and they allow me to set my own schedule. Would you please get out of my chair?"
"I haven't seen any work done on here." He gestured to the computer. "You haven't done a goddamn thing!"
"I'm very sure that when you see my report you'll feel differently. Now would you please leave? I have a lot of things to go over today."
He stood and moved his considerable size toward the door, pressing me against the wall.
"I'm going to be calling corporate and letting them know that you've been coming in late."
"That's fine. Speak with my supervisor. I'm sure she'll set you straight on how much my schedule in no way concerns you."
"Set me straight." He laughed. "That's funny. Maybe I should also tell your supervisor that you're shackin' up with some black man on the company dime."
I felt a rush of heat in my face and closed my eyes, praying for patience.
"You may. My supervisor knows of my sexual orientation. We've had long discussions about it and she even suggested I date her nephew who, as you might guess, is gay as well. Second, since the hotel room is paid for by the company for me to use while I'm down here trying to find ANY evidence of efficacy in your business management, and I'm able to have whomever I wish stay with me. And now, since I'm wondering what the hell I'm doing here explaining myself to you, I'm going to ask you for the last time to leave."
Thankfully, he did just that. I could care less if he called my supervisor or corporate or anyone else whom he could think of. I was just happy he was gone. I sat down and began my day.
It went quickly, even though I was horribly distracted by my concern for my zombie who calmly sat in my car all day. I filled out my reports and sent concerned emails to my supervisor who sent one back mentioning an amusing phone call she received from LeDeux. At four o'clock I finally decided that I had covered enough of what I had planned for the day to be worth my salary and left. My zombie was right where I left him and seemed no happier to leave than he had been to stay. I sat in the drivers seat and glanced over at Chu-chut and saw sweat streaming down his face and could almost see a pained look in his eyes.
"Chu-chut, what's wrong?" I asked, not really thinking I was going to get an answer. A dark stain in the crotch of his jeans flooded me with guilt. I hadn't told him to urinate since this morning. "Go take a piss."
He got out immediately out of the car, pulled himself out and let loose. Even though he had wet himself the stream pouring out of him was impressive, making me feel worse for having forgotten. He came back to the car with a more relieved air about him. Even though he was as dead pan as a zombie I was coming to learn his moods and expressions.
"We need to get you back." I said to him and decided to drive to New Iberia which was about forty minutes from us and see about getting him checked out.
As per usual, finding someone who could meet his needs was beyond difficult. I spent what little time we had before most doctor's offices closed for the weekend, speaking with specialists and general practitioners who told me that it wasn't a medical condition and that they couldn't help. On the way out of the city, I saw a sign advertising a local clinic and thought what could it hurt?
The nurse who was taking our information seemed bored and insulated from her job until I mentioned Chu-chut's underlying problem. Her eyes raised from me to him and then back to her paperwork
"So you don't know his name?" She asked.
"Other than Chu-chut, no."
"His age?"
"28? 29? Maybe?"
"You have no idea, do you?"
"No."
"Medical conditions?"
"Other than being a walking corpse, he seems very healthy." She ignored my joke.
"Take a seat and I'll see if I can get you in."
We waited for a good hour before being asked to walk into a room in the back of the small, underfunded clinic. Ten minutes later, an attractive young man who looked to be no older than twenty two came in holding the chart in his hand. I didn't know whether to be grateful or annoyed that he hadn't even looked at it yet.
"Hello, my name is Doctor Woods. How are you?"
"Fine, thanks." Chu-chut gave no response. The doctor finally looked at the chart.
"It says here that-.... I'm sorry, what exactly is the problem?"
"He thinks he's a zombie."
"A zombie?"
"Yeah, I know. Look, he's not dead obviously but he thinks he's a zombie so therefore he acts like one."
"You're shitting me?"
"No doctor, I'm not shitting you. He can't do anything without me telling him to. He even pissed his pants because I forgot to tell him to take a whiz today."
"Well, every relationship has it's troubles." He said, sarcastically.
"We're not a couple. I only met him yesterday."
"Yesterday?"
"Yeah, my car broke down and I saw this old woman sitting in front of her cabin and asked if I could use her phone to get a tow. She didn't have a phone so she gave me Chu-chut to fix my car."
"She gave you a zombie to fix your car?"
"Yeah. When I tried to give him back she wouldn't take him."
"Am I being punked?" He asked, with a wide smile on his face.
"I wish to God you were." I said with a sigh. "Chu-chut, hold your breath."
I didn't want to do this but I needed help and I was so desperate I would even take help from this wet behind the ears doctor. My zombie held his breath and the doctor watched in fascination as the seconds ticked by. Dr. Woods held his finger under Chu-chut's nose to see if he was sneaking air and frowned when he found nothing. Chu-chut's eyes started twitching and he stance became unstable as if he were about to pass out. His chest heaved as if he were trying to suck in air but couldn't because he couldn't disobey the order.
"He won't breathe until I tell him too. You believe me?" I asked.
"I believe you, I believe you. Make him stop."
"Chu-chut, breathe!" I ordered and he opened his mouth to gasp large lungfuls of air. I stood next to him, keeping him standing as he listed back and forth on his feet. "Can you help us?"
"I don't think so." He said with awe and regret in his voice. "We actually talked about this in medical school, the phenomenon of people believing they're zombies and the drug that convinces them that they've died. It lowers the metabolism so much that they appear dead. When they wake, a combination of drugs and mind over matter keeps them in this trance state."
"I've had him for about twenty four hours, the old woman had him before that but I don't think she wanted him in this state either. So if it's a drug shouldn't it be out of his system by now?"
"I don't really know." He said. "It was an academic conversation. We didn't speak about it to any great length and certainly didn't go over the physiology or psycho-pharmacology of it. I wouldn't know how long the drug lasts."
"So you can't help?"
"I can take some blood. Maybe we can find something irregular, but honestly I wouldn't even know what to test for. The zombie potion, for lack of a better word, contains some neurotoxin from a puffer fish. You ever see that movie, The Serpent-."
"Yeah!" I interrupted him, suddenly superstitious just like the old woman. "I know what movie you're talking about."
"Well, it's all about this. If you want I'll make some calls. See if one of my old professors can help." He offered.
"That's something at least."
After taking some blood and giving Chu-chut a routine exam, the doctor proclaimed he was otherwise a very healthy man. I wanted to say something about stating the obvious but knew it was just my frustration and he was only trying to help. I made payment arrangements and drove back home.
Our way took us passed the old woman's house and I pulled over. I needed more information if I was going to help and she was the only one I knew who could help me.
"Who dere?" She asked, when I knocked.
"I'll give you one guess, ma'am." I answered through the door, which opened onto her smiling face.
"I figured you'd be back soon enough." She said and looked past me to the car. "How he doin'?"
"He's fine. We went to Walmart last night and bought some-... You know, actually, he's not fine. He's a zombie."
"Yeah, dat for sure." She said, her tone was commiserating.
"There's got to be some way to fix this?" I asked.
"Dere is." She said nodding.
"Well, great! What is it?"
"Da voo doo Queen, she take da gris-gris off him."
"How do we get her to do that?"
"Same way you get anyone to do anything. You ask."
"Where is she?"
"She over in Bayou St. Cyr."
"What's her name?"
"Don' need her name. You ask for her and you find her."
"How am I supposed to ask for her when I don't even know her name?"
She seemed to think about that for a moment and then went inside. She came back a few moments later with a piece of paper.
"Dat's her name. You don't speak it until you're dere. If you do, she know you're coming."
"O.k. fine."
"Cher, you don't want to do dis. She not a good soul like you. She make you a zombie too maybe."
"I can't leave him like this. I couldn't leave anyone like this." I answered and she smiled.
"You a braver man than most, cher. I knew he'd be good with you."
"I've been with him twenty four hours now and I've had to tell him to do everything."
"Zombies take a lot of work." She nodded.
"I've even had to tell him to wash himself! That's not normal!"
"He got a nice body on him, don' he?" She smiled and laughed when I blushed. "You don' go out to see her till Monday, you hear?"
"Why Monday? Is it a full moon or something? Is she weakest on the full moon?" I asked, still trying to wrap my head around this magic stuff.
"Naw, Monday's bingo. She loves her bingo. It might help." She said and shrugged.
"Right. Bingo. Thanks." I said and headed back to the car.
We ate at the motel again and I spoke to Chu-chut as if he were able to have a conversation. After dinner, I helped him shower again and while I still admired his body I couldn't see passed the curse he was under of having no will. I told him to throw on a pair of briefs and get into bed. I told him to go to sleep and closed my own eyes. I was beat and planning on sleeping in tomorrow since it was Saturday. Usually I work through the weekend which gets me out of the area that I'm working all that much sooner but I didn't want to leave Chu-chut on his own for that long again.
I woke up a few hours later to him thrashing about in bed. I turned on the light and laid my hand on his chest which was sweaty and damp. He moaned and mumbled as he tossed his head about. This was different from yesterday morning. He wasn't experiencing pleasure but pain and fear. His muscles were clenched but he as if he were fighting or straining against something.
"Shhhh." I said and rubbed his chest hoping it would comfort him. "It's o.k. I'm here. You're safe, Chu-chut."
He calmed down and stopped thrashing. He began breathing evenly again and was no longer moaning. I sighed and lowered my head against his shoulder. He turned his head and kissed my forehead. At first I thought I had imagined it but I felt one of his long arms reach around me and pull me to him.
"Chu-chut? Can you hear me?" I asked.
"My name is Ben." He whispered, his voice so deep and rough that it rumbled his chest. He took my mouth with his own. His tongue slipped passed my lips and stroking against my own. He moaned softly but this time it was definitely pleasure he was feeling. I pulled back from him, shocked that he had finally spoken. His eyes were still closed and he frowned.
"Ben, are you sure you want this?" I asked.
"Yes." He whispered and smiled so brightly that his face lit with it.
"Ben, I'm a man." Wondering if in his trance and his being asleep he didn't know who was with him.
"Yes."
"You're asleep." I figured. "You're dreaming."
"No." He said and struggled again as if to open his eyes, but couldn't. His frustration and anxiety came back.
"Shhh. It's ok. Calm down." I said and placed my hand back on his chest. He calmed, took my hand and moved it lower down his belly toward his groin.
"Please." He whispered. "Please. Please."
"Oh my God." I said and felt my dick harden even further.
"Yes." He smiled.
My hand slipped under the waistband of his briefs and curled around his fat, hard cock. I squeezed and stroked and his hips rose to meet my hand. The covers had fallen off us with his thrashing and slipped his underwear down to see him in his naked glory. As I fisted his cock, his hand found my chest and slid over it, through my chest hair, tweaking my nipples and stroking my belly. It was my turn to moan as he grabbed my own dick through my shorts. His hand released my member and grabbed the material.
"Off." He whispered and I shucked my shorts giving him full range of my body as he had given me access to his.
We lay side by side, jacking each other and kissing until I wanted more. I leaned over him and grasped his cock pointing it toward my mouth.
"Ben, I want to taste you."
"Yes." He smiled.
I started taking his long length into my mouth and found I couldn't get as much as I aimed for. He must have been close to ten inches if not that and thick as my wrist. I pulled his foreskin back from his head and sucked on his tip as he moaned and ran his hands through my hair. After many attempts I was able to get just over halfway down his veiny shaft and sucked with all my might. I stroked his balls with my free hand as I felt him take hold of my cock again and begin pulling. I realized after a moment he wasn't trying to jerk me but pull me toward him and I moved my lower body till it was near his head. He took my dick into his mouth and his tongue swirled around me laying my fears that he wasn't gay to rest. He had done this before and was good at it. I went back to sucking his own cock while loving what he was doing with mine.
I decided I loved sucking him and happily pulled on his cock for what seemed like hours. My hand ran up and down the length that I couldn't fit in my mouth. The smell of his crotch was spicy and intoxicating with his natural scent. The amount of precum he was spilling over my tongue was impressive, making me swallow often, and tasted salty and sweet. By his moans I knew he was getting close to coming and I sure as hell knew I was. I came first and spilled my load into his mouth as my body clenched and trembled. He swallowed every drop and continued sucking slowly as I returned to finish him off. Ben's body jerked, his hips thrusted and I gagged a bit on his heavy cock while it unleashed it's spunk down my throat. The load was too much for me to swallow completely and I allowed some of it to spill out of my mouth and down his shaft.
After catching my breath I spun around in bed, laying my head next to his. Ben's arm found its way back underneath me and he pulled me tight against his chest and sighed with contentment. I leaned in and took his mouth in a kiss. He moaned in pleasure and stroked the side of my face with his hand.
"Was it good Ben?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Good."
"You?"
"You have NO idea." I said. His chest shook and I frowned thinking the anxiety from before had come back until a deep rumble of laughter fell out. I smiled back at him though I knew he couldn't see me.
"You're there right now, aren't you? I mean, this is you? It's like in sleep, you don't have to be so much a zombie."
"Yes."
"At least you have that." I sighed. "Do you know what's going on when you're a zombie?"
"Yes." He said with all the suffering he must feel everyday.
"You just can't do anything but what other people tell you to, right?"
"Yes." His agreement sounded sad, trapped and desperate.
"How long have you been a zombie?"
"Think a year."
"Jesus, that long?" I was floored to think that he had been under that spell, so to speak, for a year or longer. "Don't worry. I'm gonna get you free of this." Though in all honesty, I had no idea where even to begin.
"Don't." He said and I was confused.
"Don't? What do you mean don't? You want to stay a zombie?"
"No."
"Then why don't you want me to help you?"
"Dangerous."
"Yeah, that's what the old woman said. Don't worry. We'll be careful."
"Hope so."
I kissed his forehead but the worry in his face didn't abate.
"Don't worry. Go to sleep."
"Name."
"Huh?"
"Your name?" He asked and I was stunned. I had never told him my name. My assignments were generally full of strangers and hostile co-workers who didn't want me any where around much less to know my name.
"I'm Dylan."
"Dylan." He said and smiled. "Cool."
I laughed. "And you're Ben. Hey, at least I don't have to call you Chu-chut anymore."
"FUCK!" He bit out forcefully with what I imagined was distaste at the name and I chuckled.
"Yeah, I bet being called `thing' must have sucked."
"A bit." He said and chuckled himself. "Tired."
"Yeah, me too. Go to sleep. We'll deal with this tomorrow." I turned off the light, settled down into bed and leaned toward him.
"Night Dylan." He said.
"Night Ben."
The next morning I woke up just after nine and turned to see Ben still asleep. I rolled out of bed, took a shower and got dressed. I woke him and was crushed to see the zombie was back even though I had expected it. I smiled up at him, knowing that he was still in there.
"Morning, kiddo. Why don't you jump in the shower?" He didn't move and I realized I hadn't ordered him. "Go get in the shower."
I talked him through the morning routine and finally had him washed, dried and dressed. Once we were, I realized that there was absolutely nothing we had to do that day.
"How about taking a drive?" I asked. "Let's do that and we'll figure out what we want to do as we go."
The first thing we found to do was stroll through a state park. The paths that had been laid out were well maintained but off to the side was rugged swamp and marsh land. It was beautiful with tall cypress trees and their knotted roots shooting up from the water and their branches filled with Spanish Moss. An Ibis stood perched on a cypress knot as only a few yards away a gator swam slowly passed. It truly was a beautiful area.
As we walked down the paths, I spoke about my life, more to keep a conversation going than anything. It was my life and I was bored hearing it. The poor guy couldn't run away if he wanted to so I'm sure it was hell for him.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to keep talking about myself but I thought you might just like to hear someone talk to you as if you were an actual person. You're probably wishing you never let me know that you knew what was going on when you're a zombie."
We left the park and walked through an ante bellum mansion smelling the old, polished wood mixing with the begonia and jasmine growing just outside its windows. We left there and stopped for soft shelled crabs and gumbo at a little out of the way crab shack. I chattered on as Ben ate ravenously, scarfing down everything in front of him. I didn't know if it was because he was hungry or because I had told him to eat, but I kept it to reasonable portions just to be on the safe side. I was paying the bill and tipping the waitress when someone tapped my shoulder.
"Your friend doesn't look well, man." He said and I smiled.
"Yeah, he kinda looks like that. It's his normal."
"That's normal?" He asked, disbelieving and I turned toward Ben expecting to find my zombie but he was standing clutching his throat.
"Oh Fuck!" I yelled and ran out to him.
By the time I got outside he had dropped to his knees and I shouted for someone to call an ambulance.
"Ben! What the fuck is wrong?!" I asked. He gave no response but seemed like he couldn't breathe. Red patches had tinged some of his skin and his lips appeared swollen and blue. I figured he was having an allergic reaction.
"I think he's allergic to something. Is anyone an doctor or an e.m.t?" No one was of course. "Does anyone have one of those pens for allergies?" No one did.
"Oh please God, Ben don't die!" I said and then it hit me. "Ben, don't have an allergic reaction! Do you hear me? I am ordering you to breathe and stop having an allergic reaction."
Ben calmed and stopped clawing at his throat. His eyes met mine and though they were still empty he took a breath for the first time in what had seemed like minutes. I touched his face.
"Are you all right?" I asked and was happy when he took a deep breath in response.
"Well, I'll be damned." Said someone from the crowd. "I thought you had lost your mind when you told him to stop having an allergic reaction."
"It's a bit psychosomatic." I said lamely. "Sort of a mind over matter type thing."
The e.m.t.s arrived quickly and though Ben was still breathing on his own, they took him to the E.R. just to be safe. By the time we arrived at the hospital he looked much better and seemed to be back to his usual self.
"Are you his guardian?" The e.m.t. asked.
"Yes."
"Why didn't you have his epipen or know he was allergic to something?"
"I've only just become his... guardian and I.... I didn't know."
The e.m.t. looked suspicious but didn't say anything else. The doctor, however was a different story. Dr. Rivera was an older man who seemed to be burnt out from his chosen occupation or at least from the misery he saw everyday. I became aware very quickly that he thought I was neglecting or abusing Ben from his line of questioning.
"Exactly what medical condition does Ben have?" He asked.
"I don't know."
"You, his guardian, don't know his medical conditions or allergies?"
"No."
"What medications does he take?"
"None."
"Who's his doctor?"
"He doesn't have one."
"No one is in charge of this man's medical treatment?" He asked, scornfully. "Is he being treated?"
"Not at the moment."
"Can you explain to me how he came to be in your care?"
"He was given to me." I sighed before answering, knowing the truth wasn't helping my case.
"Given to you?"
"He was placed in my care."
"By who?"
"By the person in who's care he had been."
"And who was that?"
"I don't know."
"Can you tell me anything helpful so I can treat this man?!" Dr. Rivera asked angrily.
"He thinks.... he thinks he's a zombie. He was working for an old woman who I met when my car broke down and I asked to use her phone. She.... gave him to me."
"This man is mentally impaired or disabled. He's not a zombie! He's incapable of defending himself or meeting basic life skills! What the fuck-!!" The doctor broke off shaking his head. "I'm calling the cops."
"No please! I can prove it! When he's asleep, he actually talks. I mean, a part of him speaks. It's like when he's asleep he can fight it."
"I've never heard such bullshit in my life." He turned to one of the nurses. "Karen, call security."
The doctor turned back to me. "Don't even think of leaving!"
"I'm not leaving Ben. I won't and you can't make me! Please, I made a mistake! How good a job would you do if you suddenly had to take care of someone who couldn't talk or give you any clue as to what they were thinking or feeling? Who you had to tell to eat, to shower, to take a shit and to go to sleep. I mean that literally. He won't sleep until I tell him too."
"Have you slept with this man?" The doctor asked, quietly.
"Yes." I answered and saw disgust fill his face. "He's gay."
"He's gay? He told you this?" We both looked at Ben's blank face.
"Yes."
"When he was sleeping, no doubt?"
"Yes." I admitted just as security guards came into the room.
"Take him into custody and turn him over to the police. I'm not even sure of all that ya'll be charged with. I'm gonna have to talk it over with the police."
"No, please!! I can't leave him!! I'm the only one he has!!" I yelled but was dragged away from him anyway. I struggled with the guards trying to return to Ben's side when one of them released my arm and sunk his fist into my stomach.
My breath rushed out of my lungs and refused to return until the pain went away and that didn't seem to be anytime soon. I doubled over as the other one punched me in the face and kicked me in the back as I was down on the floor. I lay in pain for a minute while people walked by us in the hall. I heard the guards explain to everyone how I was a rapist, a molester and even a pedophile. Loosing patience with my slow recovery, they dragged me the rest of the way into what appeared to be a staff lounge and stood outside. I crawled up onto the uncomfortable institution style couch and closed my eyes. I lay there for a while as the guards passed custody of me over to the police thinking of Ben and who would take care of him from now on. I had to have been there for a little over two hours when the door finally opened and Dr. Woods came in.
"I didn't think to see you again so soon." He said.
"Yeah, me either." I said and winced as I lifted my head from the couch.
"Jesus! What happened to you?"
"This hospital seems to hold an aggressive stance toward treatment of prisoners."
"What?"
"You know they're charging me with neglect and abuse and basically raping Ben, don't you?" I asked.
"I had heard something about that." He said and turned to open the door. "Can you get me a nurse as soon as possible, please?" He asked one of the cops guarding the door.
"I told them the truth. Everything that happened." I said when he pulled a chair over to sit in front of me.
"Everything?" He asked.
"Yup."
"So they know about the zombie thing?"
"They do."
"Jesus, this is going to be a mess." He said and wiped his hands over his face. "But I think I can help."
"That would be awesome cause, frankly I'm not even sure I can do anything to help myself. By the way, what are you doing here?"
"I'm a doctor. Sometimes I work at the clinic and sometimes I work here. You're damn lucky for it too, cause I came in and recognized... you said his name was Ben?"
"Yeah, we talked the other night when he was... asleep. It was weird."
"My professor said that's been known to happen. He's actually really interested in the case and is willing to consult. This might be better than we think."
"Anything would be better than this." I said and then remembered something that wasn't. "Except being a zombie, I guess."
"I agree. I'm going to take care of your wounds right now and then I'm going to speak to Dr. Rivera the one you had the confrontation with. I think I can talk him into dropping the charges."
"Seriously?" I asked, skeptically.
"It's going to take some fancy footwork and probably a hell of a good lawyer to iron out the legal mess I'm thinking of making but yeah. We might have a chance."
"Let me guess, you're also a lawyer?"
"No but I was a dual major. Pre-med and pre-law. I was undecided for a while."
"Shit, it's better than anything I've got at the moment. Consider yourself retained."
Another hour later I was led by the cops to a large group of very professional people all of whom were scowling at me. We were in Ben's room and I saw that though he was staring straight ahead he was breathing and otherwise fine. Having made sure he was all right I turned back to the group. I got this, I thought. After working in corporate hostility for so long, this was nothing new. My head held high, my shoulders back and a determined look on my face, I stood in front of them awaiting what came next and since it was Dr. Woods show I looked to him.
"Dylan, you said you've been intimate with Ben?"
"Yes."
"But that it was consensual."
"Yes."
"That's not possible." The doctor who had charged me said. "He's unresponsive even to pain. There's no way he could verbally give consent and even if he did he probably didn't know what he was saying or being asked."
"He did, doctor." I spoke up. "As I told you before, when he sleeps the 'zombie'... phenomenon" I used Dr. Woods' word. "seems to allow him to carry on a limited conversation. He told me his name, how long he had been a zombie, he worried about our welfare and he spoke of his dislike at what he had been called before. He had been called Chu-chut which is creole for `thing'."
"He told you all this but not that he was allergic to something?"
"His speech is limited to basically one or two word answers."
"And you determined his mental acuity by these one word answers?" The doctor asked.
"You have to remember that he'd been living with me as a zombie for two days prior. To me this was an improvement."
"Dr. Woods, I'm embarrassed for you. To believe this nonsense is damn near unforgivable. And the patient speaking only when he's asleep? It's bullshit!!"
"No, actually it's goat shit." Said an older small framed man as he pushed passed some of the group to stand next to Ben's bed. "I've never been able to determine what the purpose of putting goat shit into the mixture actually does but it's been in every effective potion I've studied. I think it has something to do with proteins."
"I'm sorry," Doctor Rivera began. "Who the hell are you?"
"Dr. Theo Morran, Professor at Tulane University. Also winner of the W.H.O.'s Niesman award for my work in tropical diseases and author of numerous papers and articles relating to the particular subject of zombification."
"Dr., zombification doesn't exist. There have been numerous papers written against the subject saying that the true cause of the disease is schizophrenic or some other psychological disease."
"Yes, I know the papers you're referring to. Written by people who have never stepped a foot on Haitian or West African soil. It's sad that some commentators accept so little from themselves in regards to their research. I've spent four years in Haiti and documented no less than seven zombies. It was when I tried to interfere in the last one's transformation that I was forced to flee the country in fear for my life."
Dr. Theo waved us over closer.
"You see his pupils? How they're dilated? Watch closely and they'll soon constrict for no apparent reason."
"The reason would be changes in light obviously." Dr. Rivera argued.
"What changes? These are fluorescent lights which flicker rapidly but to the normal naked eye appear static."
"Yes but there are some conditions which are aggravated by them. Autism for example."
"Autistics don't react in this way. No, this is in direct result of suppression of the frontal lobe due to the psychogenics he's been given. I've rarely seen a trance this deep." Dr. Theo looked up to me. "You've been able to communicate with him?"
"Yes, when he sleeps."
"The consciousness is one of the most vital ingredients. A person who has never heard of zombies wouldn't be effected nearly as much as someone who has or has seen one. One who grew up within the world of Voo Doo. The trance would easily be broken and by easily I mean that relatively. It would still be quite difficult depending on the skill of the voo doo practitioner. Perhaps you can allow us to speak to him?"
"I'll try," I said. "But first I have to put him to sleep."
"Very well." Dr. Theo nodded and looked excited as if it were all a great experiment and not the life of a man.
"Ben, go to sleep." I ordered and watched as his eyes drifted shut. After he began breathing deeply, I called his name but he didn't respond.
"It might take some time before his consciousness releases it's hold on him." Dr. Morran assured me.
An hour and a half later we waited but every time I quietly whispered his name Ben wouldn't respond. Dr. Rivera was getting antsy as were the police and everyone else standing there. Dr. Woods came and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Don't worry. It'll be all right." He said.
"Thanks."
"How long are we supposed to wait for this?" Dr. Rivera asked.
"As long as it takes I should think." Dr. Morran answered. "But why don't you try it again?"
"Ben?"
"Dylan." He said and smiled. I took his hand and he twined his fingers with mine.
"Hey kiddo." I smiled with pure joy at seeing him back. "How are you?"
"O.k." He shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm so sorry about today. I didn't know you were allergic to anything."
"Saffron."
"You're allergic to saffron?"
"Sucks."
"Ben, I'm Dr. Rivera." The doctor said pushing me out of the way and breaking the contact we had. "We need to ask you some questions, is that all right?"
"Where u?" Ben asked, frowning and reaching out for me.
"I'm right here, Ben. Right in front of you." The doctor answered.
"He's not talking to you, doctor." Theo said. "Zombies can only speak to the priest or priestess who made them. I'm surprised he can actually speak with Dylan."
"I'm right here, Ben." I said and pushed back in front of the doctor. "Do you know where you are?"
"Hospital."
"That's right. Do you know that there are other people here with us?"
"No whoopie?" He asked and his grin grew. I laughed and blushed at the same time.
"No, not right now. Do you know who the people are?"
"Doctors?"
"That's right. Ben, I-..." I took a breath to steady my already shot nerves. "Ben, they think I had sex with you against your will."
"No!" He said as forcefully as he could.
"I told them that but in your state they had to be sure."
"Wanted you." He said and pulled my hand up to his chest. "Want you."
I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "I want you too, buddy."
"Well, I'll be damned!" Dr. Rivera said in amazement.
"Are you satisfied?" I asked him.
"Well, I'd like to ask more questions but for the most part... yes, I am. And I apologize sincerely."
"You were doing your job and you were doing it well." I admitted. "This just was out of your experience."
"Far outside my experience." He said.
"If you want to ask him questions you should hurry. He gets tired from talking and will have to sleep soon."
The doctors asked their questions through me and I watched as his face showed more and more just how exhausted he was. Thoughout the discussion we found that his medical history consisted of nothing more exciting than some burns and broken bones. Other than the allergy to saffron he had no special needs. I finally put a stop to it after an hour and asked for some privacy. I leaned in and kissed his mouth gently.
"Gone?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Whoopie?" He smiled.
"No, you horn dog. You're exhausted. It's been a rough day for you."
"You too."
"Yeah, it has. I was so scared at the restaurant. I thought you were going to die. I'm so sorry, Ben." I said laying my forehead on his.
"Not your fault." He answered.
"It was. I'm here to take care of you until you can do it yourself."
"Do."
"I try."
"Smart."
"What?" I asked. "Who is?"
"You."
"Why do you say that?"
"Told not to be allergic." I figured he was talking about me ordering him to breathe through his allergic reaction at the crab shack.
"It was the only thing I had."
"Smart." He squeezed my hand. "Missed you."
"I missed you too. I'm sorry I talked your ear off today."
"Funny. Liked it."
"Well, I'll talk to you tomorrow but for now you should get some sleep."
"No."
"Ben, you're tired and with what you've gone through today you should rest."
"Not tired!" He said but I could see the effort of speaking written on his face.
"Ben, don't give me that shit. I know you are. Stop being stupid!" I waited for him to respond but he didn't and I knew he wasn't sleeping yet. "Ben?" He grinned.
"First fight." He said and I laughed.
"Yeah, it is. But it's ok. I forgive you."
"Make-up whoopie?" He asked.
"Not here. Maybe after we get back to the hotel."
"Fine." He said, dejectedly.
"You can stay up if you want but I know you're tired."
"A bit." He sighed. "Ok. Night."
"Night buddy." I kissed him and felt his tongue slip in to meet mine. He moaned.
"Tomorrow. Nap."
"Ok. We'll try to take a nap tomorrow." I smiled. "Go to sleep, Ben."
It took another five hours to get the hospital to allow me to take Ben home and continue his care. They were worried about his medical treatment of which, Dr. Theo said there was little to be done but he would do what he could. The police were concerned about his lack of identity until they received a fax from the Bayou St. Cyr police station with a name, age and address. He was now 28 year old Benjamin Jourdin of 22 Perkins Rd. He was slowly regaining the identity that had been stolen from him. And I was going to get the rest of him back.
I was beyond beat when I stepped into the motel that morning and looked at the bed with longing. All I wanted to do was crash onto the mattress and sleep for a good twelve hours straight. I bypassed the bed and brought Ben into the bathroom to wash and change from the clothes we had been in for entirely too long. I told him to undress and stripped myself of my own clothes. I adjusted the temperature of the water and stood under the stream, ordering Ben to come in with me. Instead of ordering him to wash himself I took the opportunity to wash him.
"I'm hoping you don't mind," I said as I washed his body. "but knowing you you're ok with this."
A small gleam in his eye and the fact that his cock jumped and thickened every time I touched it told me that he was more than fine. I chuckled.
"I wish buddy, but we have a lot to do today and I couldn't even if I wanted to. I'm exhausted."
We dried off, dressed and hit the road heading into Bayou St. Cyr. It took some doing but I finally found Perkins rd which was a small unmarked lane and shortly after turning onto it we found number 22. It was a cute little house with a wraparound porch that sat on the water. Cars were strewn throughout the yard.
"That must have been where you got your mechanic skills, huh?" I asked Ben.
We walked up to the house and I peered in through the window.
"Too bad you couldn't tell me where the spare key was." I said as I tried the door handle just for the hell of it. To my surprise it opened. "That was easy. Trusting sort of guy, aren't you?"
I had him sit on his own couch as I took a walk around. Finding his bedroom, I was able to grab clothes for him as he was almost done with the ones we had bought from Walmart. He apparently was more of a boxers guy from what was in his dresser. I packed as much as I could, preferring to stay in the motel away from the voo doo Queen that had done this to him, and headed back to the great room.
"This really is a nice place, Ben. It's so cute. You have your fireplace and the view from the sliding glass doors is beautiful!" I said, sitting down next to him. I looked out the glass door which led to the back porch that over looked the water that sparkled as the mid-day sun shone on it.
There was a wall of pictures and I went to take a closer look. It was so nice to see a smiling and active Ben, free to be himself and natural, even if it was just in photographs. Many of them were of him alone, but some were with other people. I recognized the old woman who had given him to me in one of the frames. In a few others, I saw Ben with his arms wrapped around a young, pretty black woman about his age. A sister, I thought. One picture was of him, the young woman and an attractive older woman who bore a remarkable resemblance to her. I didn't like the look of the older woman and wished I could ask Ben about her.
"We should probably go." I said and was surprised to see him stand up immediately. He had never acted unless I had given him an order and I took that for agreement.
I led the way out of the house and stopped short as I saw the older woman from the picture leaning against the car. Her arms were folded and she smirked wickedly at us.
"I told you not to come back here or I make it worse for you, Ben." She said and moved toward us.
"Hello." I said and moved in between her and Ben. "I'm Dylan and you are?"
"You know who I am, cher. Da old woman gave you my name."
I remembered the name from the piece of paper I had been given.
"Sandra Le Clerk."
"Da's me and you da little white boy taking care of poor Ben here."
"Yes, I am. About that, I need you to release him from this."
"You need me to release him? Da's a mighty big favor. What you gonna do for me?" She asked, mockingly.
"What do you want?"
"Let me see." She pretended to think about it. "You know, I can't think of anything that I want just at the moment." She laughed.
"I have some money."
"What am I gonna do with money out here? Don' need money in the bayou." Her eyes gleamed with amusement. "Dere is something I need, now dat I think about it."
"What?"
"I could use me another zombie. I had Ben but den he got taken from me. Now he's back and he's brung me a little friend for himself. I have two zombie and den if one gets taken ain't no big thing." "Don't hurt him, Sandra." Ben said, clearly. His voice free and strong rang out from the porch where we stood to where Sandra was. "You can have me but he doesn't have anything to do with this."
"Seems he's all in dis, Ben. Seems he thinks he come fight for you. Ask for your soul back."
"He's a city boy. He don' know no better." Ben said, his thick creole accent finally detectable now that he wasn't limited to one or two words. "I'm here now. Leave Dylan be."
She tilted her head to the side as if she was thinking about it and then smiled as she looked back at us. "I don' think so, Cher."
Sandra lifted her hand and blew a cloud of foul smelling powder in my face. I'm pretty sure I blacked out after that.
I woke some time later in a strange room as the setting sun shone through the windows. Something was wrong. The color was off. Though I could see the orange of the sun and the bright rose, pinks and lavenders in the sky it seemed as if they were all off, greasy somehow. The shadows of the trees and on the water were a thick oily black as if they were smudged with charcoal. And even the light in the room I was in was at once bright enough to hurt your eyes but dark enough to make it hard to see. The world had definitely changed while I was sleeping.
"Dylan, are you o.k?" Ben asked and I tried to look behind me from where his voice came but I couldn't move.
"Ben, yeah. I'm o.k. What happened?" I asked.
"Dylan, you idiot. You should have left long time ago. Just left me at Claudette's house."
"Who?"
"Da old woman where we met. You should have left me dere."
"I tried. You ran after the car."
"Yeah. I couldn't help it. Claudette told me to stay with you, so dat's what I had to do. If I had my way you would have never been involved in any of dis shit."
"Why can you talk to me now, Ben? Is Sandra still here? Is that why?" He didn't answer for a moment. "Ben?"
"No, Dylan. Zombies can talk to two people. They can talk to their master and they can talk to..."
"To who, Ben?" I asked, but I knew.
"Other zombies."
"So I'm a zombie?"
"Yeah, you're a zombie."
"Well, shit. I can't do a goddamn thing right, can I?" I laughed.
"Don' do dat, cher. You took good care of me and for dat I'll be grateful."
"The only good thing I did when I was taking care of you was sucking your dick."
"I didn't mean dat, but if you want to mention it, yeah you were really good at dat." I heard the laughter in his voice and actually, felt better for a minute. "But you got me clothes and fed me. You were always thinking of me."
"I bought you clothes from Walmart and fed you food you were allergic too."
"You took me to da doctors and da hospital."
"Again, because I fed you food you were allergic to and I almost killed you."
"You made sure I didn't need for anything."
"I forgot to tell you to take a piss and your bladder almost burst."
"You went up against a voo doo queen for me."
"And got turned into a zombie."
"You always saw me as a man and not a zombie. That was what meant da most to me."
"Well, now we can both be zombies."
"I'm sorry, Dylan. I'm sorry you're a zombie cause of me." He said and I knew he felt guilty.
"I'm sorry I failed you, Ben."
The door to the room opened and Sandra sauntered in looking mighty pleased with herself.
"Now don' dis look cozy here? You should have taken me when you had da chance Ben. But I think I like dis better. Now I can have you whenever I want. Dylan too, but he's not really my type."
"Please Sandra, I beg you. Turn Dylan back and let him go."
"You don't be askin' for nothing cause dat's what you both are now. Nothing. Get up both of you and follow me."
The compulsion to move was impossible to ignore as I stood up and followed her into a bigger room of a cabin that resembled Ben's in someways but with obvious differences. The first was that it was a great deal larger. Then there were, what I assumed were the stock and tools of a voo doo priestess, set about the cabin. Dead animals hung from the ceiling, lit candles were placed every where and odd markings were drawn on the wall with white paint. It smelled like must, death and some exotic spice I couldn't quite determine.
"I'm goin' to have you now, Ben and your lil boy dere is gonna watch." She grinned.
"Don' do dis, Sandra. Please, you got to stop dis." Ben pleaded.
"Come here, Ben and take off dem clothes." She ordered and I watched him move toward her.
I heard the door open but since it was out of my line of vision I couldn't even turn my head. Sandra spun toward the door and the intruder and smiled.
"Well, Tante Claudette, this is a surprise." She said and I watched as the old black woman came into view.
"Are you surprised, Sandra? I'm thinkin' it's long passed time we get dis' done and settled with." Claudette answered and Sandra laughed.
"Be careful what you say, Tante. You may be older but my respect only goes so far. 'Sides woman, you ain' got da power to take me on."
"I knew when you was born you'd be up to no good. I tol' my sister, who ain' had the sense God gave a possum not to teach you da ways. But she went ahead and did anyway. So here we are." Claudette chuckled. "And Girl, I may not have enough power to take you on by my lonesome, but I never said I was alone."
A young woman walked through the door behind the older woman. From my frozen position it looked to be Bens sister.
"Hello, mama." The young woman spoke softly. "You're looking well."
`Not Bens sister', I thought confused.
"Margo?" Sandra's hand went to her throat and her face showed her surprise at what she saw was a betrayal. "Claudette been spinnin' stories about me, I know but I never thought you would come to stand against me."
"Ain't no stories I heard that I can't see with my own eyes, mama." The young woman moved and stood next to Claudette. "You turned Ben into a zombie, mama."
"He was no good for you, Cher!" Sandra bit out. "He made passes at me when you wasn't here and tried to get me in his bed."
"Oh mama..." Margo shook her head sadly. "Ben didn't want nothing to do with you then and he sure as shit don't want nothing to do with you now. You overstepped yourself, mama. You taught me the ways yourself but you never taught one thing that Granmere always did; you got to respect the power."
Sandra laughed, coldly. "Your Granmere was a powerful one but a fool and so are you and that old bag of bones you're standing next to. I have the power, I AM the power here in dis bayou!"
"Girl," Claudette began. "dere's power and den dere's power. I been checkin' da bones and dey been talkin'. Dey say it ends tonight. Did you really think none of this would catch up to you?"
"I am Sandra Le Clerk, Tante. I do what I want in any bayou."
"And with whoever you want?" Margo asked.
"Dat's right."
"Funny thing, you made da white boy a zombie." Claudette laughed.
"Anybody can be zombie. Black, white it don' matter."
"Dat's true but da zombie have to believe in zombie. Ben dere's been taught zombie since before he could poke a gator in da eye, so makin' him zombie wasn't so hard. Dylan's a city boy. Ain' no zombie in da city." Claudette smiled and the conversation I had with Theo in the hospital came back to me. Zombification was more about belief than anything.
Once I had realized that, I saw the odd perceptions I had since waking up for what they were, drug induced hallucinations. And the inability to move was just a paralytic which suggested paralysis. I started trying to move my fingers and toes, then working my way up to my arms.
"He under my power now, Claudette. Dere's nothing to be done. He'll be zombie till I say he ain't."
"Dere's where your wrong, Sandra. He'll be zombie till he decides he don' want to be zombie no more." She said and her words seemed to break the spell.
I was still confused and saw the colors of the world as greasy and runny but I was able to move. Sandra spun to me and frowned.
"Stop right dere!" She said and I felt my muscles clench as I froze but it slowly dissipated and I moved another step toward her. "Zombie, arrete ca!"
I kept walking until I was standing in front of her. Claudette laughed.
"You should have picked a zombie who spoke creole." She said.
"You're done, Sandra. It ends now. Ben is free." I said and looked toward him.
His face was dark with confusion as if he were trying to figure out how I had broken free and if he could as well.
"Ben, you are mine." Sandra said. "You are zombie!"
"Give it a rest, bitch!" I shouted. "He's free and you'll never hurt us again!"
"How dare you talk to me like that?!" She screeched. "I am Sandra Le Clerk and no one speaks to me dat way! Especially not zombie!"
Sandra lifted her hand and swung at me but it was caught by another. Ben had grabbed her hand just before it had reached my face.
"You are Sandra Le Clerk but you no voo doo queen anymore. You leave Bayou St. Cyr and you never come back. We don' want your kind 'round here no more." Ben gave her a little shove and she fell back a step.
"How did you-?" She looked confused and weak suddenly. "You are zombie. Zombie can't break from their master by themselves."
"It's time for you to go, Sandra." Claudette said coming to stand beside her. "But before you do..." Claudette lifted her hand a blew powder into Sandra's face.
She spoke to Sandra for a good couple minutes in Creole which I didn't understand but Ben would nod in agreement from time to time. After she was done, Sandra had an odd look on her face. It seemed happy and wistful and more than a little confused.
"Tante Claudette?" She asked.
"Come on, chile. You've had a long day. You're gonna stay with me for a while." Claudette turned back to smile at us. "You two think you can stay out of trouble for now?"
"I think we can manage it." Ben smiled.
"You did good for a white city boy." She said to me.
"I did my best."
Claudette took Sandra away and Ben walked me outside of the cabin. The moon was full and bright over the water and a cool breeze chilled the air.
"Happy Halloween, Ben." I said.
"Is it?" He asked with a smile.
"Yup."
"Well, ain' dat something." He chuckled and stopped by the water to stare at the moon. "I can do anything I want now, Dylan. I'm free. You have no idea what that means."
"I was only a zombie for a few hours. I couldn't imagine what it was like for you."
"It was hell and dis-." He took a deep breath and spread his arms wide. "Dis is heaven."
"So now that you can do anything, what's the first thing you want to do?" I asked. He turned around and smiled at me.
"First, I'd like to thank you proper for being so nice to me and taking care of me. Not many people, 'specially city people would take care of a zombie as good as you did."
"Don't worry about it." I said, feeling myself blush a bit. "I was just doing what any decent person would do in my situation. But I'll be happy to get home and get some rest. I'm exhausted."
"Why don' you do dat. You deserve a rest."
"I was hoping you'd come with me." I had a sinking feeling that it wasn't going to happen.
"Dere's something I gotta do." Ben said and glanced at the porch of the cabin where Margo stood staring out at the moonlit bayou.
"So when we were in your cabin, I saw her picture on your wall. I thought she was your sister." I asked.
"No. Margo's not my sister." He said, flatly. "She's my fiance."
"Oh shit." I answered, just as plainly. In such a short time this zombie had come to mean a great deal to me and now he was leaving. I had to remind myself that through all of this we hadn't had the opportunity to get to know one another or learn of each other's past. And his apparently was more colorful than I had imagined. "Um.. so this just got weird."
"Yeah."
"I mean, weirder."
"Yeah."
"Cause you were a zombie."
"Yeah."
"And we....you know... in bed."
"Yeah."
"And now she's...."
"No, I get it, Dylan." Ben chuckled a bit. "Dis one hell of a mess, fo' so'." He made his cajun accent so thick it damned near dripped off his lips. I chuckled and as I considered the time we had spent together began laughing whole heartedly. His smile was wide until finally his laughter rumbled out.
"You gonna be ok?" He asked.
"Let's see, I've dealt with zombies and voo doo queens and a voo doo queen turning me into a zombie. Yeah, I think I can handle getting out of the bayou by myself." I winked, trying to seem cheery and Ben smiled.
"All right, but if you run into any vampire just tell them you know Claudette. They'll stay away."
I laughed and shook my head at his joke but he just looked confused as to why I was laughing.
"You did good, Dylan." He said, leaning in and kissing me gently. "I can never repay you."
"You don't have to." I said and watched as he walked back to the cabin, his fiance and his life.
The motel room seemed even shittier than it had when I first arrived. I lay on the bed and complained to the empty room about it being uncomfortable. I kicked off the blanket for being cheap and smelly. I cursed the walls for being painted a dull, uninviting color. It was a few hours of this before I realized that it wasn't any cheaper or shittier or more uncomfortable than it had been when I arrived. Just emptier. It was empty without Ben and I knew it wasn't just that room. I was emptier without him. He had grown on me and now he was gone. But at least I still had my work.
The next day dawned bright and colorful with no hallucinogens in my system. I drove to work and sat at my office for less than two minutes before Bud LeDeux barged into my office.
"Just think you can take the day off when you feel like it?" He started. "I called corporate and told them all about you and the little romps you've been taking. They were mighty interested in what I had to tell them."
"Listen Bud, I don't have the time nor the desire to speak with you today. I'll be finishing up here and leaving tomorrow."
"That's Mr. LeDeux to you!" He huffed out, enraged. "I'm a manager here and I deserve some god damn respect!!"
"You're a manager here at the company's whim and after the report I'm filing I wouldn't be surprised if you're fired out right!! You're a stupid, lazy ass who shouldn't be in charge of cleaning the bathrooms much less the operation of this factory!! Now get the fuck out of my office and start planning what the hell you're going to tell my supervisors when they call to ask you just what in the hell is going on down here!"
I stared him down till he left the office without saying a word and got back to my work so I could finish out the day and get the hell out of there. It was well after five when I put the finishing touches on my report and emailed it to my supervisor. I stood up and bid the shitty office and small little factory a less than fond fair well. If I hurried I could get to the airport and hopefully be back in New York sometime tomorrow.
Not having a whole lot of stuff in my room, I packed very quickly and checked out. I called the airport and found a redeye flight to get me into Jersey from which I could make the short trek home. Finding myself with time on my hands I drove out to Bayou St. Cyr hoping to say goodbye to Ben. No lights were on in the cabin and I figured he was still taking care of his business. Since I had completed my own I had no excuse to remain and headed to the airport.
"That was a good job you did down there in Louisiana, Dylan." My supervisor Linda was saying. I held the phone to my ear as I puttered about my apartment. I had been back in Westchester county for over a week now and was still getting used to being home. Luckily, I wasn't being sent anywhere for a while.
"Thanks, Linda. It was the typical bullshit with the workers but I was amazed at how screwed their organization was. Everything was all over the place. I can't believe how they stayed afloat before we bought them."
"Oh fuck that shit!" She said, suddenly. "Tell me about the guy you were shacking up with down there!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Come on! That pig Bud said you were seen having a, as he put it, large, negro staying at your place. I told him if he ever used the word `negro' again he would be fired without hesitation. So come on, tell me!"
"His name is Ben." I said and realized I didn't know what else to say about him or our time together.
"And....?"
"Linda, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." I said, honestly and she sighed.
"That good, huh?"
"Yeah, it was." I said and sighed myself.
"So what happened?"
"I guess it was just a fling. He had some things to do so we parted ways."
"I'm sorry, kiddo. You're a good person who deserves someone to make you happy. Hey, why don't we go out to one of those prissy piano bars and get drunk?"
"Thanks Linda, but I'm just gonna hang around the house for a bit till my next assignment."
"Yeah, about that... Don't let anyone know I told you already but you're getting promoted. You're not going to have to head out to the shit places anymore."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Bob Martin retired and since you've been doing such a good job, you're taking his place. You'll basically get to write your own ticket and get a nice pay raise to boot."
"Seriously?"
"Yup. You can travel where and when you want or not at all if you don't feel like it. Sort of like my position but with options."
"Thank you so much!"
"No problem. Come on in over the next few days and we'll talk about it. The official offer hasn't been handed down yet but it will be soon."
"Again, thanks Linda!"
"No problem, sweetie. You take care." She said and hung up the phone.
I felt like sharing my good news and headed over to my friends Darren and Phil's house. As luck would have it their friends, Gabe and Kyle were over and we all spent a nice night drinking and celebrating my new promotion. Gabe and Kyle had to drive me home since I had a bit too much to drink.
"I'm sorry about this guys." I apologized for the fifth time as I pulled myself unsteadily out of the car.
"No problem, Dylan. You got promoted. You're allowed to celebrate." Gabe said.
"I know. I just didn't think I'd have that much." I said and turned toward the entrance to my step and came to a stop when I saw a familiar, large figure standing at my door. .
"Do you know that guy, Dylan?" Kyle asked.
"Um... yeah. I'll see you guys later." With Kyle and Gabe completely out of my mind I walked up to the doorway and Ben who stood and smiled.
"You're not an easy man to find, Dylan Whittaker."
"I didn't know you were trying to find me, Benjamin Jourdin."
I had seen Ben freed from the spell of the zombie but still most of my experience with him was of that trapped soul he had been and to see him acting with reactions and emotions and in full control was a beautiful thing.
"Can I come in?" He asked and I realized with a start we were standing out on the sidewalk in the chilly New York autumn air.
"Yeah." I said and led the way up to my apartment. "How have you been?"
"I've been good. Tied up some loose ends."
"Oh, that's good." I said inanely and stuffed my hands in my pockets.
"But there's one more that I have to tie up." He said.
"Oh?" I asked, in lieu of anything more appropriate or even intelligent to say. He took my hand and lead me to sit on the couch. "How were things.... After I left?"
"After you left things were... strange." Ben sat on my couch and looked up at me. "I lived in that bayou for all my life and always felt lucky to be there. But after... waking up from being zombie...." He sighed. "I don't know. It was different."
"I remember when I was a zombie the world looked different." I sat next to him. "The colors were wrong, darker and oily somehow."
"Yeah. Claudette said that would go away. She said I would have to find something in the bayou that made me happy and then the world would seem right again."
"So the whole world still looks like that to you?" I asked, my heart breaking for him.
"Sort of. New York didn't seem oily as you put it but dirty, and gray and kind of hard."
"Oh no, that's how its supposed to look." I laughed. "Welcome to November in the Big Apple."
"Good to know." He chuckled. "But all in all, I still think there's something missing."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, and suddenly got nervous. "Hey, I didn't ask you if you wanted anything to drink. What can I get you?"
I stood and headed into the kitchen and heard his footsteps as he followed me.
"I wouldn't turn down a beer if you got one." He said, leaning in the doorway.
"Sure." I said and grabbed him one. I handed him an open bottle and busied myself with cleaning an already cleaned counter. Ben took a long swallow from the bottle and put it down before taking my hands and pulling me toward him.
"Dylan, why won't you look at me?"
"Honestly, we have so much to say each other and I have no idea where to start. I don't know what's going to come of it and I'm.... I'm kind of scared."
"I hurt you when I let you leave the bayou." He said, frowning.
"No." I said, quickly. "Yes." I recanted, after having thought on it for more than a half second. "I don't fucking know." I sighed.
"We spent so little time together, Ben and for most of that time you were trapped inside yourself. I realized that after... waking you would have things you had to do, things you wanted to do, go where you wanted to, go be with people you wanted to be with.... Be with Margo."
"Der it is." He said, not letting my hands pull away from his. "Margo."
"Well, yeah. I mean, your fiance has to fit into this whole thing somehow, right?" I finally tugged my hands free and walked back into the living room. "You couldn't be with her when you were a zombie and now you're not a zombie so....."
"Margo and I grew up together. Our mamas didn't get along that well but she and I were as thick as thieves from the time we could run around the bayou. People always talked 'bout us getting together but we knew it for what it was. Sometimes other people just have a piece of your soul mixed in with theirs and that's how it was for us. She married some oil rigger from Texas and moved away for a time but she was always with me and I was always with her. After she split from the rigger she came back to the Bayou and I had just split up with whoever the hell it was I was seeing, so we started having some fun. Just seemed logical to get engaged." He laughed and sat back down on the couch.
"We were happy but then there was her mama. Sandra, she always had a shine for me and would feel up my thigh or touch my ass or my chest and say all sorts of things. It was even worse when I started seeing Margo. I told her no and she didn' like dat much but she couldn't do nothin' since I was with Margo. Well, Margo and I started having problems. Started arguing a lot and finally broke up. I always thought Sandra had done it and sure as shit, Sandra was right dere `to console' me. I told her no again."
"I bet she didn't take it well."
"No, she din'. She made me a zombie and I was hers for... a while. Den one day, Margo came to visit and she didn't know what her mother had done. She was fit to be tied and dey argued. Margo got Sandra to let me go and sent me to Claudette. Claudette couldn't undo what Sandra had done but she took care of me as best she could. They both couldn't undo what Sandra had done and they were too afraid of her to stand up against her." He looked at me and reached out for me, pulling me down onto the couch next to him. "Till there was you."
"I didn't do anything, Ben."
"Bullshit." He said, quietly but forcefully. "You freed me, Dylan. More than Margo and Claudette. You took care of me when I couldn't take care of myself. You broke your curse, walked right up to a voo doo queen and told her that you wouldn't let her hurt me anymore, and showed me that I could break mine. You're so strong, Dylan. Much stronger than me."
"No, Ben, I just did what I could do. You survived in that hell for years."
"And when I was set free I let you walk away."
"Well, you had Margo."
"No, Margo and I were done and never meant to be. Besides, I was thinkin' about a little white city boy who loves him some zombie." He smiled and I chuckled. "She has a piece of me in her soul just like I got one of hers in mine. But you got one too, Cher, a special part. You got my heart." He tugged Dylan so he was wrapped up in his arms. "You know that thing I was missing from my life? I think it's you."
Ben bent his head and took my lips with his. I could hear our breath coming fast and furious as the moment turned from sweet reunion to a passionate mating. Using some of the strength he seemed to believe I had, I pulled back from him.
"Wait, Ben. So you're gay now?"
"No, Cher. I'm bi. Always been." He said with a smile. "Margo knew and was fine with it as long as I didn't dally with any men when we were together."
"Oh." I said, simply. Question asked and answered. "So all those things we did together, when you were a zombie-."
"Was nothing that I didn't want to do with you." He said and bit my lower lip. "But Cher, it wasn't everything I want to do to you."
"What-?" My voice cracked with sexual tension. "What do you want to do to me?"
"I want to make you cum so hard you black out." Ben said, his voice full of promise and confidence.
"Um...ok." I said, inanely and he chuckled. The reverb transferred from his chest into my entire body.
"Let's go, Cher. Take me to bed."
I stood and led the way to my bed room where he pulled me back into his arms and kissed me and he stripped the clothes from me. I stood naked in front of him as he looked at me and kissed my body up and down. He paid more attention to certain areas than others, my neck, my nipples, my belly. He knelt in front of me and took my cock in his mouth as I stood, grasping his hair and moaned. Ben undressed while he sucked me before standing and pressing his full naked length to mine.
"You gonna let me thank you proper now?"
"What do you mean?" I asked. "You've thanked me for taking care of you a bunch of times."
"Well, I'm very grateful. But I was planning on thanking you for taking care of me in another way." He said and moved his hips so I could feel his large, hard cock pressed against mine. "I'd really like to let you know just how grateful I am."
He leaned his head down and kissed me, slipping his tongue in to meet mine. I was smaller than him by a good deal, lifted me easily off the floor and laid me on the bed. His scent was still intoxicating and I breathed deeply filling my lungs with it.
Ben kissed me as his mouth and hands roamed my body. I grabbed his head and lifted him back up to meet my mouth. God, the man tasted so good!
I kissed my way down his chin to his neck. Down his muscled chest and his abs nipping at the hair leading me toward my destination. I reached the area just above his fat, long cock and inhaled his own personal smell. He moaned as I licked my way down his long shaft and took his large cock head in my mouth. The tangy taste of precum leaked over my tongue.
"Oh God, Dylan!" Ben exclaimed as his hands tightened in my hair. It took me some time but I finally was able to manage to get most of his thick cock down my throat. As he pulled me off of him, his dick released pre-cum into my mouth. He brought me up to slip him tongue into my mouth and kissed me deeply. As our tongues danced, his fingers slid down my back and passed my ass cheeks. I felt one of his thick fingers slip into my ass hole surprising a moan from me which he caught with his mouth and returned with a deep growl. I was losing control and my body rode his fingers as he added more, stretching my hole open. I was so ready for him by the time he rolled and knelt between my legs.
"I want you so bad, Dylan but only if you want me too."
"Jesus, Ben! You have a doubt?" I cried, exasperated at the delay of what was coming.
"I just don't want to move too quickly. I don't want to ruin this for you."
"I want you, Ben as much as you want me." I reached up to touch his firm chest.
Ben smiled and reached into the pocket of his jeans for a condom.
"I had some in my night stand." I said referring to the prophylactic.
"No offense, baby but I need ones for certain gentlemen that are...." He started and I smiled.
"Blessed with more?" I asked and he chuckled.
"I like how you put it, Cher."
Ben sheathed his long, thick length and began rocking into my ass. I'm not going to lie, it hurt. But as his thick head pushed into my ass, I felt my body begin relaxing and making way for him. Every thrust that pushed him deeper had me accommodating his large cock. He didn't speak until he was pressed entirely into my body.
"Oh God, baby. That's amazing." He exhaled a pleasured, tremulous sigh. "I've never been in anyone as tight as you."
"It's been a while for me." I admitted, once I could speak again marveling in the amazing full feeling of his dick within me.
"Me too, baby." He said and leaned down to take my mouth with his. Ben rested his forehead on mine and I moved my arms to hold him. "Let me know when you're good."
"Fuck me, Ben." I said, softly.
"Anything for you, Cher."
Ben slow stroked me for what seemed like hours. My body arched against him, meeting his thrusts in and trying to hold against him as he pulled out leaving just the tip within me. I was caught between the pleasure of his gentle movements and the need for wild, pounding lovemaking to make me cum. As it was, my dick was leaking pre-cum, saturating our bellies as they met and slid against each other. Our mouths met often, sometimes softly, other times in quick, rough battles. Our breathing was harsh and ragged and increasing as he felt the need to move faster.
Ben raised his leg, moving mine back toward my chest and opening me up further for him. He placed his foot on the bed, gaining leverage and began pounding my ass with his full strength. He shoved himself in me so hard I was being fucked back toward the headboard but I loved it, I needed it. My hands grabbed his shoulders as my body dropped back and went along for the ride. I cried out and shot my load between us but he didn't stop his assault, extending my orgasm. Ben gripped my shoulders and pulled me back toward him as his thrust inside me. The feeling was beyond anything I had experienced and I surrendered to it.
"I'm gonna cum, baby." He said, whether in warning or for my preparation I wasn't sure.
"Do it, Ben! Cum inside me."
His thick cock expanded inside me and I felt it pulse in time with his thrusts as he cried out and filled the condom.
We lay together, wrapped in each other and covered in my cum. His cock still deep within me. When he pulled out, I was overcome by a rush as his dick left my body.
"My God, you were really grateful." I said, finally able to speak. He laughed and pulled me closer.
"I told you I was but that wasn't all gratitude."
"No?" I asked, gasping a little for air.
"No." He rose up on an elbow and looked down at my satisfied face. "That was the beginning of us, I'm hoping."
A warm feeling, which had a little to do with our lovemaking filled me.
"I'd like that."
We spent the weekend in bed, of course we did, but afterward did finally pull ourselves back into the real world and created a life for ourselves. We live in New York and after a time did return to the bayou for visits despite the bad memories it held for Ben. Sandra has conveniently forgotten everything she ever learned of the old ways as they call them and causes no one any hard. Claudette and Margo are there to watch over her making sure she doesn't. I look at Ben and remember having met him as zombie and marvel at how far our lives have come. He says that when he met me, his world was dark and oily as we call it, but since meeting me his colors and his world are right. No more zombies have bothered us, or the bayou as far as we know. We have had the opportunity to meet vampires, but that'll be for another story.
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<em>I'm writing this for inclusion in this year's Crime And Punishment writers' event here on Lit. This story is loosely connected to almost everything else I've published here, and is more directly linked to An unOrthodox Christmas. It can easily be read on its own, but if you like the wacky misadventures of the Kystrov crime family, you should read that other story too. It's pretty good, I'm told.</em>
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Nobody notices cloverleafs.
Roads have been meeting for millennia, and there are as many ways they meet as there are people who travel through them. Cloverleafs have been around for a hundred years, but they exploded in popularity when Eisenhower built the great Interstates. Now there are hundreds of them.
And nobody even notices them.
They sit there where Interstates mingle with other Interstates, or with state turnpikes, or with county roads; the curl of their pavements close around perfect, tiny circles of forgotten wilderness, overgrown in short order with bracken and choking vines, the haunt of the more furtive kind of homeless tent-dweller who knows he can sleep in peace if he can make it inside the embrace of a cloverleaf interchange.
Because nobody ever notices them.
The Burgundy Highway, State Route 244, crossed the big Interstate just east of the town of Adams, well inland from the bustling beaches of Seaborne. The cloverleaf there was a scrubby wasteland of mud and sticks, haunted by flitty squirrels and the occasional raccoon. The County had kept some garbage trucks there for awhile, then for a couple of years it had stored materials for the big lane-expansion. The State had talked about building a structure there to store road salt, but it never really snowed enough that close to the coast to make it necessary.
And so the cloverleaf sat there, bleak and lonesome, with nothing to show for it but a broken-down construction trailer and a lineup of three sea-land containers, the kind unloaded in dizzying profusion at the Northside Cargo Terminal. And if nobody ever noticed the Highway 244 Cloverleaf, then certainly nobody paid any more attention to the trailer or the three forsaken containers.
Well... <em>almost</em> nobody. Because one of the containers was anything but forsaken.
It was to this lonely place that Penelope was brought, on a windy night in the early autumn, handed off from one dour man to the keeping of another dour man, both with no words to exchange other than the bare minimum. She had witnessed something, it was said: wrong place wrong time, maybe a sloppy cleanup or an unexpected interruption. Whatever it was, her eyes had seen something they shouldn't, so she would spend some time in the Container.
Bare minimum: both the men had done this sort of thing before, and had it down to a science.
"I'll bring the extra food tomorrow night."
"Shit. See that you do. The last delivery was late. I've been living on ramen and bologna, and that's just with <em>me</em> here." <em>This</em> dour man had been living at the Container for a week already, whiling away the slow metal days while Mikael and Junior-Junior decided whether he'd need to flee the country.
"I don't work for you," The first dour man was Bailey, and Bailey had been delivering people to the Container for years since a bad wound had taken him out of the Game, "so fuck off. You'll get what you get, <em>supak</em>. You're lucky I don't leave you here with some Gatorade and a bulk pack of fucking Pop-tarts." He turned to Penelope, shivering in her fishnets in the dim glow of the stars; Bailey had clicked off his headlights the moment he'd eased off 244 over the low curb, onto the crunchy sand of the cloverleaf. "Good luck, <em>kurvanka</em>. Nobody likes this guy," he nodded toward the other dour man, "but he's reliable. He'll keep you safe." He turned to go.
"How... how long am I here?" Penelope's teeth chattered in the chill. She'd had a very hard day.
"You're here until you're not." The Mercury's door had barely closed before the car swept away, a dark shadow crackling over the sand past the abandoned trailer, a fast three-point turn pointing it toward the Burgundy Highway. Thirty seconds, and then Bailey and his Mercury had melted into the night as though they'd never been there. The darkness closed down quietly, settling into the usual velveteen silence pierced only every few minutes or so by a passing car. The second dour man cleared his throat.
"It's very unusual for Bailey to come here in his own car. Usually, he uses one of the DPW trucks."
"Yeah." Penelope was not in the mood for conversation. She was chilled, hungry, and very frightened. And she needed to piss. "What's the setup here? And who are you?"
"I'm Fowler." The man leaned in, staring down at her with unconcealed interest. He'd been alone for days. "You're one of the <em>kurvas</em> from the brothel?"
"Gee," she snarled, shivering, "what gave it away?" She glanced around, feeling more exposed than if she'd been naked on a stage. "Can we get inside somewhere? Do you have a car? They told me I'd be taken to a safehouse."
Fowler's laughter was a weapon, the grate of a body dragged over the gravel. She shrank back. "Safehouse. Yeah. You've been watching too much James Bond." His head jerked once, an abrupt invitation. "In the real world, safehouses are not FBI apartments with beer in the fridge. They're this." He led the way through the curtain of the night, starting toward the row of rusty containers, and it took several seconds for Penelope to follow.
"This?" She hurried to his side as he bent to work the latch. It was standard procedure for those whom Junior-Junior sent to the Container: the great rusty doors had to appear locked at all times, whether you were inside or not, even though the lock was fake. The whole thing had to look abandoned, like some misbegotten shipment left stranded by the Burgundy Highway. "What's this?" Her voice had a higher pitch than she wanted it to, but what the hell. She'd had a rough few hours.
"It's where nobody will find you," he muttered bleakly, "or me. When the Family needs to hide people, this is where they go." The sound of the latch seemed like the noisiest thing she'd heard in days, but there was nobody to hear but the two of them and some squirrels. She forced herself to breathe more calmly. "Hop inside. Once I make sure the lock looks right, I'll climb in through the top."
"Fuck." Her step inside the Container was a leap of faith, the clack of her heels chopping down onto unexpected hardwood. "The top?"
"There's a hatch. Don't touch shit," he warned, the clash of the slamming door cutting off his last syllable whether it was ready or not. She found herself once again in darkness, not the frozen wide-open darkness of the moonless night outside, but a closer and, somehow, thicker darkness inside the container, broken by no light at all and no sound but the hum of a far-off generator and, after a few infinite moments, by the heavy clang of Fowler's feet on some rungs outside. She heard him reach the top, then cross the roof with light, liquid steps until he stopped somewhere far, far above and well away from her, up near the middle of the long Container. Penelope caught her breath as a knife of moonlight jabbed suddenly down from the roof, the squeal of hinges blotting out the shuffle of Fowler's body inching through a hatchway. "Hang on."
He landed on the hardwood with a thump that sounded dusty, the hatch falling closed behind him. For a moment there was nothing, a silence and darkness that nearly had solid form and shape, but then he sent a flashlight beam racing toward her. She blinked, pinned like a museum exhibit as the light stayed on her face. "What's your name, <em>kurva?</em>"
"Penelope Schorr."
The light did not waver, but the voice behind it grew harsher. "Not your real name, you dumbass. What do they call you over at the brothel?"
Penelope shivered again, and this time it wasn't from the cold. That voice had pain lurking at its edges. "Jovana."
He paused, then the gravelly laugh barked out again. "Did you pick that?"
"Fuck no." She stilled her trembling enough to plug a healthy dose of disdain into her voice. "You know the Family. They want everyone to have a Macedonian name."
He sounded amused now, the flashlight dominating everything in her life, whipping aside whatever veil she'd been able to build up in a leatherette miniskirt and a satin bustier. "Do you use an accent there? So that you sound like a proper Kystrov Family whore?"
Now it was Penelope's turn to laugh. "When a man's paying to fuck you, he doesn't really care how you sound. Unless he's paying extra." She hesitated, wondering whether she could seize back a little control. The menace had been clear from him, but so had the laughter. "Could you find a lightswitch and turn off that flashlight? You're acting like a fucking cop."
A moment more the flashlight beam played over her face before sweeping off to one side, and suddenly she was looking at his silhouette in the light as he stalked toward the far wall. He was a big man, but lithe, with that silky way of moving that a lot of the Family's <em>vojniks</em> had. She shivered again, the chill returning, and all of a sudden she realized she had nothing at all to put on except the clothing she was wearing.
Well. If "clothing" really described a chancy costume that showed more skin than it covered.
The driver, Bailey, had glared at her in the rearview mirror when she'd asked whether he could go back to the brothel so she could get her street clothes out of her locker. "<em>Kurvanka</em>," he'd chuckled, "after what you just saw? We're not letting you anywhere near anyplace the police might show up."
"I'm practically naked," she'd snapped, tugging the micro-mini uselessly down her thighs. She'd bought the smallest size Secret Whispers sold, the size that barely covered the bottom half of her ass, and even then it was more than she usually wore at work. "At least turn the heater up."
"Yeah," and that had been the last thing the driver had bothered saying to her before he'd swung out onto 244 and moved the car smoothly through the dark. Now she cleared her throat as the man Fowler reached the back of the Container. "Is there a bathroom in here?"
"Relax." His voice echoed strangely in the metal walls, but he'd said it very quietly. She heard a fumbling click from where he stood in the corner, and suddenly a bank of fluorescent lights blinked into sleepy life up on the ceiling. Penelope was left blinking right along with it, peering around in the stark bluish glow. "Give me a minute. I wasn't expecting a fucking roommate."
Before her stood a row of boxes, a wall of them, piled all the way to the ceiling with a bunch of Asian characters printed on the sides. She could see Fowler past a gap in the boxes, messing around in what looked like another world: more light back there, less grime. The walls looked different, and it took her a few seconds to realize the corrugated steel sides in the back of the Container had been framed and drywalled.
She hesitated, still drowning in the confusion of where she was, still struggling to make sense of what she was supposed to do, how she was supposed to act. And, a matter of increasing urgency, where she was supposed to pee. She watched, squinting in the wash of the fluorescents as Fowler busied himself among some furniture at the far end, but then she remembered she was a whore, and a high-priced one, and that she could do a lot more than merely stand off to the side and be timid.
So her heels clicked again, smashing with increasing speed and confidence across the wood as she strode down the length of the cold metal Container, his shape growing larger and larger as she approached. She noticed more now: a normal bed, looked like a queen. A desk. A small old-fashioned tube TV on the cheap kind of TV stand you'd find at Wal-Mart. A large table with a hotplate. A sink of the kind you'd find in someone's basement, all cheap sturdy plastic with a high-arched faucet. She arched an eyebrow as she got close enough to speak, instinct telling her it was bad form to shout in here. "Here's the thing, dude," she began, using the voice she'd once used when negotiating her rates out on the streets, "I need a bucket or something, and I need it just about now. If you know what I mean. So unless you want a puddle on the floor, you better tell me where the pisser is."
Her inspection had shown her nothing useful.
"Yeah. There's an old porta-john outside, past the last container. That's where you shit."
"I'm not going outside and freezing my tits off just to relieve myself." She knew she was whining, but made sure her voice stayed steady. She peered over his shoulder as she reached him, her hand rising to her mouth to stifle a chuckle. "Oh. I see I'm interrupting something." For there on the rumpled bed was a dog-eared copy of <em>Penthouse</em>. She didn't bother restraining a smirk. "You were yanking your cock, huh?"
He glared over his shoulder at her. "Like I said, I wasn't expecting a roommate," he growled.
She laughed, nodding at the magazine. "Shit, dude, an actual print issue of Penthouse? You're feeling retro or something?"
"This place doesn't have WiFi," he sniffed, tossing the porn into a box by the bed. She spotted a bunch of other mags in there too. "It barely has TV. Not even cable. We get water and electricity because it's necessary; the Container is supposed to be abandoned. It's not like it can have a bunch of wires leading in."
"Buddy. It's the 21st century. Nobody uses wires." She noticed a wastebasket by the desk. "Look, I'm just going to go ahead and piss in the trash can while you're putting your dick away. Okay?"
"My dick is already away."
"Don't be literal." She rolled her eyes, not even caring if he picked up on it. "If we're going to live together, even for tonight, you're going to need to relax a little."
"You really should go outside to piss, <em>kurva</em>."
"Penelope," she snapped, "and fuck that. I'm tired and freezing. And the thing's locked."
"No. The lock is fake. Just lift the latch and push the door open. I'll teach you how to make the lock look right tomorrow, then I won't have to mess around on the roof anymore."
"Goddammit." She stalked past him, swiping the wastebasket from the floor. "I'm sick of this." She disappeared behind the tall wall of boxes, the ones with the Chinese writing on them, and plunked the basket down in the corner of the shadows beyond. Her piss was one of those orgasmic moments of full-body thrill, the kind of piss that leaves you shivering and goosebumped in a momentary bliss as the urine hissed into the wastebasket. The thing was thin stainless steel, and she'd been briefly worried it might collapse under her if she gave in to her achy quads and perched on the rim of the thing, but then Penelope reminded herself she barely weighed a hundred-ten pounds and could afford to take her weight off while she finished.
So she did.
"Fuuuck," she sighed, dreamlike with that delicious feeling of emptiness; she'd been holding it since before dinner. She unfolded to her feet, deciding to leave the basket there until morning, then whisked her thong and skirt back up and clacked back around the boxes into the world of light and life that the Family had arranged for her.
Well, for her and her new best friend Fowler. She kicked her shoes off when she passed the boxes, her toes flexing happily in the fishnets as she padded toward where he sat on the bed. "So. What're you in here for, dude?"
He cocked his head, eyes narrow with disbelief. "You're seriously asking me that? No good could come of you knowing anything I've done, <em>kurva</em>."
"Penelope."
"Jovana."
"Penelope." She grated it that time, and watched his face as he received the message. "Get it straight if we're going to be in here together: I'm not going to quiver meekly in the corner. I'm not sure why I'm here, I'm worried about who's going to feed my cat, I missed dinner, I've got three clients tonight that I'm not going to get paid for fucking, and in general I'm not in the mood for bullshit. It's not like I planned to be here. And here you are. So, because I'm a woman whose job it is to make men comfortable, I figured I should get to know you." She plunked down on the bed beside him. "So. Fowler. What are you in here for?"
His eyes burned across at her until he shrugged. "Do you know what a zombie is, Penelope?"
She nodded at the sound of her name, but didn't unbend. "I've seen horror movies."
"Different kind of zombie." He looked into his lap a moment, wrestling with how much he should tell her, then decided it probably didn't matter anyway. The Cloverleaf was one of the Kystrov crime family's biggest secrets, and if they'd brought her here, she had to be at least reasonably trusty. "Sometimes people screw up. They skim too much money, or they beat up the wrong bookie, or they set fire to the wrong witness' house. Little things like that."
"Sometimes my boss steals our tips."
His smile was barely there. "Something like that. Well, there are all sorts of ways for people to screw up on jobs, or even try to fuck over one of the bosses."
She nodded knowingly, feet drawn up so that she could rest her chin on her knees. "Like Julian." Well-schooled in catching the reactions of men, she couldn't miss Fowler's wince. "Julian Nistriti."
"Nistriti was an idiot. He tried to fuck over the wrong boss, and suffered for it." He shuddered. Everyone who worked for the Kystrovs had found out what happened to Julian when he'd tried to steal from Dina, the cousin who ran Kurvy's. "They're still finding pieces of his body all over town. No, not like him. I'm talking about people who do a little less. Serious things, but not the kinds of things you get killed slowly for." He shrugged. "The family ends up with a few of those kinds of people each year. They become zombies."
"Do tell." Penelope's belly gurgled suddenly, an echo that competed with the low buzz of the generator outside. The sound stirred Fowler.
"You hungry?" He nodded over at the hotplate by the utility sink. "Usually Bailey brings a pizza when he does dropoffs. There's plenty of canned shit. Lunch meat in the fridge. Stuff like that."
"Nope. Just me. No pepperoni." She smiled. "I'll forage for something after you tell me about zombies, honey."
"Yeah. Well, so these people who screw up, they get talked to by one of the big bosses, one of the <em>vovois</em>. Or maybe by all of them at once; I don't really know. But it's made clear to them that they've fucked up good, and that they're now zombies. Which means they're under, like, a suspended death sentence."
"Ah. Walking dead. Zombies. Got it."
"The idea is that they keep on working for the family until, at some point, the family needs them to die. As long as they keep their noses clean before that happens? The family takes care of their wife and kids afterward."
"'Needs them to die.' What's that mean?"
Fowler nodded, slightly impressed at this woman's smarts. She'd picked up on the main idea. "Say we do something really high-profile. A major hit, or a political thing, or a big theft. When the cops get close, the family kills the zombie and then frames them for the crime. The cops pin everything on the zombie, the case is closed, and everyone breathes a sigh of relief and goes on about their business."
One of Penelope's eyebrows rose. "This is fascinating. But I'm having a hard time figuring out what it has to do with you being here in a fucking shipping container in the middle of a cloverleaf on the Burgundy Highway."
"I'm getting to that." Fowler paused, thinking hard about what he should tell her. "Thing is, the person who actually <em>does</em> the crime? The wetboy who pulls off the major hit, or the forger who does the political thing, or the burglar who scores the big theft? He needs to vanish until the family can pick a zombie, do the frame-up, and make sure the coast is clear before the guy who did the crime can go back to doing more crimes."
She considered, then nodded. "You're the guy who did the crime."
"Yep."
"And they're going to kill someone to cover for you." When he nodded, Penelope barked a short laugh. "How's <em>that</em> feel? Knowing someone's about to die for you?"
He shifted on the mattress. "It's not the most comfortable feeling in the world," he admitted, "especially since the zombie's one of our own people."
Her eyes widened as she considered that part. "Oh. Fuck. Do you know who it is?"
"No." Which was true, as far as it went, though there were always rumors. No two family men could ever get together without gossiping about who the zombies might be. "I think I might have a guess. But I don't know." He sighed. "Eventually I will, obviously. One of our guys is going to get dead, then I'll be sprung out of this container, then that guy's family is going to get a nice funeral and a new BMW. So I'll know. Everyone will know."
"Damn." Penelope looked down at her lap in the sudden silence, thinking about her clients. A lot of the men who came into Kurvy's were family, of course, using the whores on a discount. She'd never seen Fowler at the brothel, but it occurred to her now that a zombie, whoever it was, might have fucked her once. Or twice. "This is some serious shit, man."
His eyes glittered. "You really should eat. I don't know what you saw tonight that brought you here, but trust me, you're on adrenaline right now. And you're going to crash, suddenly. Then you'll wake up hungry and cranky, and that'll harsh my mellow."
Penelope grinned despite herself. "Why should my crankiness harsh your mellow?"
"Bad moods are contagious. I'd know. I'm married," Fowler shrugged. "I know how these things work."
She laughed this time. "'These things?' Fuck you. I'm not your wife."
"You been to jail, Penelope?"
It was her turn to shrug. "Of course. I work for the Family. Everyone's been Inside. Not for more than a few days at a time, though."
"Trust me when I tell you that when you're locked up in a small space with someone? You might as well be married." He hesitated. "Though most of my cellmates haven't been as hot as you are, frankly."
"I bet not." She frowned, thinking about what he'd said. "How long will it take them to figure out what kind of zombie to kill?"
Fowler sighed, impatient with the conversation. It was late, and he'd been looking forward to a nice wank followed by a short workout and then a quiet night. All of that was shot to shit now, but he thought he was concealing his disappointment well; after all, none of this was the fault of the scared whore sitting beside him. "No idea. It was a big deal, though, so I'm a little surprised they put me here instead of sending me out of the country. Sometimes, they do that."
"Like Michael Corleone. In Sicily."
"Something like that."
"How big a deal was it?" Her eyes looked huge now, her interest obvious. "Your hit."
He shook his head. "Doesn't matter. Big. You've read about it in the papers, but not in this state. Don't worry, Penelope. I figure I'll be here longer than you."
She frowned. "You don't know why I'm here."
"Exactly," he chuckled, "and that's how it's going to stay. Because unlike <em>kurvas</em> on their first go-round in the Cloverleaf who don't know not to piss in the wastebasket, I know to shut up and not ask questions." He nodded again at the hotplate. "Want me to make you a sandwich?"
"Sure." She yawned. "And... like, I hate to be a bitch, but you don't have any clothes I can wear, do you?" She gestured at herself. "Work clothes aren't really made for daily life."
He gave a coarse laugh, the bed creaking as he got to his feet. "They look fine to me."
"Yeah, thanks," she smiled, "but they're supposed to come off, not stay on, and they feel like it. So, you got anything I can borrow?"
He looked down at her, his eyes hard. She was very typical of the kind of girls they hired at Kurvy's, he thought: on the small side, but saucy. "Out of the goodness of my heart?" he sighed.
Now it was Penelope's turn for a coarse laugh. "If not? I can pay you." She let her eyes fall down his shirt, to his pants. "Or? You were planning on getting off tonight. I'm good at that."
"Jesus." He shook his head nervously. "You're going to fuck me for a pair of pants? That won't even fit you?" He strode off toward the kitchen area. "I'm married."
"Yes, you said that. Earlier. When you were accusing me of being cranky." She yawned. "Doesn't bother me. I work in a whorehouse. I do all sorts of things with married men. But no, since you ask, I <em>wasn't</em> thinking I'd fuck you for a pair of pants." She giggled. "I was going to offer a blowjob, and I'd have demanded a shirt, too."
"The shirt won't be a problem, Penelope," he sighed, bending down to rummage in the mini-fridge. "Those boxes are full of shirts. Probably sweatpants, too, if you dig deep enough." He peered over his shoulder. "So no need to suck my dick."
"Well. Maybe I <em>want</em> to," she muttered, padding barefoot across the floor. She saw now that some of the boxes had been ripped open, carelessly, the Container's previous tenants apparently bored enough to be curious. Fowler clinked around in the corner, messing with bread and mayo while she reached randomly into one of the boxes and pulled out a handful of dark-blue cloth with that new-shirt smell. A flick of her wrist sent a little cloud of dust flying, then she spread the thing out and held it to the light to see what was printed on it. "New England Patriots," she mused, shaking her head. "Perfect Season? 2007 Super Bowl Champs?"
He heard her, his voice rising above the splatter of water in the sink. "They lost the Super Bowl that year, but they already had the shirts printed. So."
"So. They wound up here. Bummer; I'm not really into football." She glanced up at the cardboard wall. "The rest of these? I guess the LA Clippers are finally champions in one of these boxes?"
"Beats me. I'm not really into basketball," he called back pointedly. "If you don't like the Pats, try another box; I'm sure one of them has your team."
"Nah. It's just a shirt. I don't really care." And she didn't, either, the lingerie suddenly clamping at her body. It was funny how that worked, she reflected, like how you don't need to pee all that badly until you actually pull into your driveway: at Kurvy's, she never really noticed how her underwear felt. As soon as she left work, though, it felt like a straitjacket... and right then, standing in the quiet Container, it felt like a fucking pair of pliers around her body. She decided in an instant, her fingers flying to the hooks on her corset, the relief working its way down her chest, to her belly, a waterfall of blessed release. "<em>Fuck</em>, that feels good," she groaned.
He didn't answer from behind her, but she could feel his eyes on her. And why wouldn't they be, she asked herself: she was a woman, removing her clothes in front of a man, so of course he'd look. Penelope Schorr had stripped many, many, many times over the years, and one of the cardinal rules was that if there was a man in the room, he <em>always</em> looked.
So she did what she'd learned to do, what she'd always done: she sold it a bit. The little shrug of the shoulders as she ditched the bustier, just a wee bit more slowly than needed. The toss of her hair over her shoulder, her bare back in sharp relief in the light of the lamp as she bent over to slide off the fishnets. The slight shimmy of her hips as she quite unnecessarily adjusted the strap of her thong. She debated about taking that off too, but there was no need: he could see her ass just fine as it was, and if she needed to pull it off later, it would take about half a second.
All this she did automatically, her movements conditioned like an athlete's, like a soldier's, the motions drilled into her by countless repetitions over years of pleasing men. She hoped Fowler appreciated it, but if not? No big deal.
She'd be here in the Container with him for awhile. Long enough, anyway.
She'd pulled an adult size Small out of the box, meaning it fit her tightly but left her thong completely exposed. She thought about the chancy insulation and the man she'd nearly interrupted masturbating, and decided more coverage might be better. So she took it off and burrowed back through the box until she found a Large, which she could feel brushing the very bottom of her butt. "How do I look?" she called, whirling for his inspection.
"Great." Fowler did not bother turning around, but that was not a big deal to Penelope; he'd be seeing plenty of her for the next few days. She smiled to herself, debated about whether to search for some bottoms, then decided the smell of his sandwich and the growl of her belly required her attention elsewhere. So she was already prancing over when he announced, "Dinner's ready. Ham and cheese. No vegetables, but whatever."
"Thank you." Penelope was aware she was purring as she smiled her way toward Fowler, but some things were hard to turn off: this was a man and they were alone and she was a <em>kurva</em>, so some mannerisms just came naturally. That's why her smile reached all the way up to her eyes as she took her sandwich, her back arching just a little.
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Fowler went over the daily routine while they ate, sitting once more on the bed. She noticed that he was fastidious about his crumbs on the sheet, something that made her like him more. "The thing is to keep the generator going, which needs to be checked and topped off each day. It gives us power and ventilation. We shut it down at night, and open a vent."
"So, it'll be dark at night."
"Dark like you've never seen it, unless moonlight shines through the vent. We have flashlights, but it's not good to use them because if there are any holes in the structure, it'll give us away. I mean, we're the middle of three containers, but still. It's not wise to push our luck."
"Got it." She yawned, sweeping crumbs off her Patriots shirt. It still smelled unpleasantly, that new-shirt smell intensified by must and dust.
"The trick is to minimize the times we go in and out of the container. I'll head out to fuel the genny and turn it off in a few minutes, then back on in the morning. I'll check the landline in the old DPW trailer for messages from Bailey. But other than that, we're stuck in here unless we need to take a leak." He reached for the paper towel Penelope had been using as a plate. "We send our trash out when Bailey brings food, so that'll be tomorrow night. The whole thing really sucks in the winter; last time I was in here, it was February. Fuck that."
"Um." She'd been wanting to ask, and already knew the answer, but she'd been holding back so far. "We're going to wind up sharing the bed, Fowler. You know that, right?"
He looked away. "I'd thought about it."
"Don't worry. It's a part of my job." She thought for a moment. "Around five years doing this kind of thing? I bet I've shared a bed with a few thousand strange men. It almost feels weird not to." She giggled, poking his arm. "Even apart from sex, I think the best way to really get to know someone is by sharing their space with them, nice and cozy-like."
He sighed. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever."
She cocked her head sideways, her professional vanity tickled. "Well. Don't act all overjoyed or anything. It's not like several free nights in bed with one of the Family's best earners is something you should be all pissy about."
"I don't want to fuck you, Penelope."
"Yeah. I don't want to fuck you either, Fowler. But I might anyway, just out of habit." She grinned. "Cheer up. What happens in the Cloverleaf stays in the Cloverleaf, right? And be warned: I'm a snuggler."
"A snuggler."
"I'm bad at keeping to my own side of the bed. It's sorta been trained out of me." She laughed at his scowl, then glanced pointedly at the box by the side of the bed, still stung by her sense of pride. "And I was scheduled to go three more times tonight, so my hands might get antsy in my sleep."
He stared at her a long moment before his eyes softened a bit. "Something landed you here tonight, and I don't want to know what it was, but it must have been pretty wild."
She stiffened slightly, her lips twisting downward for an unguarded moment. "I wouldn't call it a high point in my career."
"Yeah. Sometimes, people see things they're not ready for. If this is the first time, you're in for some bad dreams tonight." He nodded quietly. "There aren't any kleenex in here, but if you get all weepy and shit, I'll grab you some paper towels."
She chuckled as he got to his feet. "Such a gentleman."
"I can be." He looked down at her. "I'm going outside to piss and turn off the genny. It'll get dark real suddenly." He nodded toward the harsh corrugations of the wall, where a beefy Mag-Lite clung to a magnetic rack. "There's a flashlight right there if you get freaked before I come back."
She put on one of the smiles she gave to older, more gentle clients. "Thank you. For the sandwich."
"Yeah." He moved off toward the piled boxes, bound for a climb to the roof hatch. "Whatever."
* * *
His mind wandered as he went about the nightly chores, breathing the clear fresh autumn air; he choked it quickly with the sweet smell of the gasoline in the generator, but soon enough he was taking deep piny breaths once again. The cloverleaf opened out into a beaten-down waste of sand reaching in front of them to the highway, but everything behind was nothing but trees and squirrels.
He waited until no cars could be heard or seen, either on 244 or on the big interstate above, before snaking across to the elderly DPW trailer and sliding in. They kept the phone line open here along with an old answering machine, but Bailey hadn't called today. That meant everything was still on schedule for his food run tomorrow night. Fowler nodded to himself, then locked the trailer and crossed quickly to the porta-john. He heard three cars whisk past as he peed vacantly, letting silence descend again before he pulled up his sweatpants and stepped noiselessly out of the plastic cubicle.
There was a lot to think about.
Ever since the girl had been dropped off, he'd felt the uneasiness that any of the Family's <em>vojniks</em> was bound to feel whenever anything about their meticulously planned universe went suddenly different. He'd never heard of two people in the Container simultaneously, and with his phone gone he had no way to get any reassurance from anyone else. He was totally in the hands of Bailey, which was par for the course for everyone in the Container, but he still didn't like the usual routine being disrupted.
On top of that, she was an amateur. Skilled as a prostitute, no doubt, and deep in that side of the Family's business, but the secret life he and the other <em>vojniks</em> lived, the life of blood and violence and blades and gunshots, was not her world. He could smell the fear on her, even when she was acting brave. Though she was a good actress, he admitted to himself, and a beautiful one. But she did not belong there, with him, and every part of him rebelled against her being there.
"Two, three nights. Just long enough for the fuss to die down," Bailey had muttered to him when he'd dropped her off, shivering in the dark. "She's seen something she wasn't supposed to see."
"You brought her here in your own car?" Fowler had been in deep shock at such a breach of protocol. "What the fuck?"
"Kitty Silber told me to take her away fast, and even Junior-Junior confirmed it." Bailey had shrugged. "What the fuck do you want me to do? Disobey fuckin' Kitty?" They'd both looked down at the sand, pondering such a death wish. "She's here. Deal with it. I'll bring pizza tomorrow night."
And so she was here. And he was dealing with it. But she was still trouble, he thought glumly to himself as he clambered back up the ladder to the top of the container. The hatchway was all inky blackness now, with the genny turned off, and he dropped down cautiously. Her voice from the far side of the boxes, deep inside the container, was apprehensive. "Fowler?"
"Yeah. It's me." He moved surely in the dark, his feet long accustomed to how many steps it would take to get around the wall, then into the little living space, then to the side of the bed. He could hear her rustling in the sheets, but he could see nothing at all. "Scoot over."
"I'm scooted." Her voice was lively, but not eager. He hesitated, then began to take off his clothes. He usually slept nude in here, but there was no chance of that tonight; still, the rough sheets would pull at whatever clothes he was wearing, so he did take his shirt off and, with some hesitation, his pants.
<em>Like it mattered,</em> he reflected. This woman had been in bed with a million naked men. But still, the feel of his boxers around his waist gave him some sense of control over this weird situation, and he was glad he was wearing them as he took a breath and then knelt on the mattress. "Try not to get too excited," he muttered, mostly for lack of something to say.
"Don't tease me." It came out as a drowsy laugh, but he could feel in the bed that she was over as far as she could go. He slid between the stiff covers; they usually brought each <em>vojnik</em> with a brand-new set of linens every week or so, then burned them later. He was very aware of her body beside him, the bed just slightly too narrow for the two of them to feel like they had enough space. "Let me know when you're all set."
"Why?" The blackness seemed even thicker than usual now that he had someone to share it with.
"So I can get figure out where my arms and legs can go and not go, stupid."
He sighed, but felt just a slightly giddy thrill anyway, because there was no doubting that Penelope was a fine-looking little <em>kurva</em>. "That's right," he grumped, "you're a snuggler."
"Indeed I am, son. Indeed I am." There was relish in that voice of hers, but he stilled himself anyway, on his side facing away from her.
"Set."
"Good." Her body curved around his with unexpected grace, limbs sinuous and loose, every muscle moving smoothly. He was not terribly surprised to feel skin on skin. "Sorry I'm topless," she murmured, not sounding even slightly sorry, "but the sheets kept dragging my shirt around."
"Yeah. I can relate." He managed it dryly, but he knew his pulse was rattling faster as Penelope weaved a proprietary hand between his arm and his ribcage, laying it cool and confident atop his hairy chest.
"You work out." It was not a question. He was very aware of her nude tits pressing against his back. Her fingers explored, but not indecently: a simple drift downward, an experimental prod at his abs, then back up to his chest.
"I have to. The Family likes its <em>vojniks</em> to be badasses. We're expected to look the part."
"Or?"
"Or we become Bailey."
She laughed, her breath hot on his neck. "Don't talk to me about <em>looking the part</em>. Dina pays for our gym memberships, and we make the new girls go twice a day. Cardio and kegels." She yawned. "Standards must be maintained, she says. Abs matter when you're getting banged for a living." He couldn't think of anything to say, the silence stretching, so he reached tentatively up to lay his hand over hers. He could hear and feel her answering sigh, but by the time he decided he should say something she'd already gone slack, breaths deep against his back, the woman completely exhausted after a trying day.
"Goodnight, Penelope." It was a low rumble in the dark, the silent night pressing around them both.
* * *
The morning brought a different quality to the darkness, something Fowler had noticed before but Penelope was dealing with for the first time. The Container was in good shape, but it did have tiny pinholes and other little breaches. And, of course, the vents had been open all night, letting in the murmur of the highway and the interstate. Now they let in a murky, brownish sort of glimmer that touched the edges of things, but never their centers; Penelope's eyes, as they came slowly open, took quite awhile to decide it wasn't the deep of night.
She resisted the temptation to go for the flashlight on the wall, which wouldn't have mattered much anyway: she had no watch to tell the time. So instead she lay there, her mind slowly assembling itself, reminding her where she was. What she'd seen and done last night. Why she was here.
Who was in her arms.
He slept deeply, lying on his back now with her arm and leg draped across him as if he belonged to her. She found her head pillowed on his shoulder, the spiced smell of his armpit filling her nose as she let herself feel him, tuning herself to his body the way she'd been doing to men for years, calculating the eternal equation: was he safe? Should she slink silently out of bed? Could she wake him? Would he want her this close? Did he want a fuck?
She felt hard muscle under her palm and fingers, and very soon she became aware that a hard-on pressed against his boxers just beneath her thigh. Careful not to move against him, she assessed what she could about that penis in there: it felt fairly thick, though not monstrous, a warm solid ridge that fell across the top of his right thigh, forced that way by her leg across his waistband.
Penelope remembered a distant boyfriend, long ago, who'd told her it was uncomfortable to be sideways while erect, a concept that had always stuck with her, so she nodded to herself and, being careful not to wake him, raised her thigh off his body. Sweat stuck them together a moment until their flesh gave way, a wave of coolness finding her thigh where it had clasped his body: she lowered the leg smoothly, ignoring the cramp where her hip protested such a quick movement after hours of sleep, then waited a moment to listen to his breath.
No change.
So, with the ease of long practice, Penelope pushed her arm down to his dick, fingers slithering inside his boxers, and set about straightening him out. He was sweaty in there, but that certainly didn't bother her; her experienced hand took his meat, assessed it swiftly, and hauled it so that it pointed up.
For a moment she pulled back, ready to slide her hand back up to his chest, but then something wild and mischievous awoke in her mind and she decided it might be more fun just to leave her fingers right where they were. He'd wake up with his cock in her hand, and there were worse fates. She could always close her eyes and claim she'd been asleep, anyway, if he took exception.
But something told her he wouldn't, and Penelope Schorr's intuition was usually spot on about these kinds of things. All the while, the stillness of the night was giving way to the murk of the day, and she knew he'd wake up soon.
She did not stroke him. This was not going to be about getting him off: it was not quite sexual, not yet. This was merely <em>comfort</em>, the natural acts of a man and a woman, a thing that happened when a bed was shared, expected and normal and not at all alarming. Well, not to her, anyway: she was an open-minded woman with a new erection in her hand, so why should she worry about it? She nestled more deeply against his shoulder, hitched her body just a bit closer to his, and then closed her eyes again and listened for his breathing to change.
She didn't think it took long, though it was difficult to tell as she drowsed. For Fowler's part, all he knew was that he stirred himself out of a comforting dream with the smell of a strange woman's hair in his nostrils, the feel of a strange woman's breasts pressed against his side, and the fingers of a strange woman, now cradling his balls. Skin to skin, he couldn't help but notice.
It took him a few seconds to remember who this woman was. It took him about a second more to realize he was hard. He tried to pat Penelope awake, but his hand was all tingly from her head on his shoulder. "Hey."
"Hmm?" She answered too quickly, so he knew she'd meant to put her hand there. Again, he felt that unexpected but very masculine thrill, the excitement of a woman's attention.
"Good morning," he muttered, letting his eyes flip open. "Your hand's down my pants."
"Hmm." She did not move, her voice sleepy but still quick, still saucy. "They're not pants. They're boxers."
"Okay. Your hand's down my boxers."
"Is it?" She stretched her body out, the fingers at his nuts making a quick convulsive twitch. "Sorry. I told you I had wandering hands. I can't control what they do in my sleep."
"Yeah," he sighed, willing his cock to deflate but not surprised when it didn't. "If you say so. But now you're awake, Penelope, and it's still down there."
She yawned, a wash of warmth along his neck. "Habit." She squeezed him, once, then drew her hand back out onto his abs. "There you go. Now you can pretend I don't know about your morning wood." On impulse, she brushed her lips along his neck, pecking him there, and when he didn't object she raised her mouth to his ear. "Or? I'd be happy to make it go away."
He snorted. "My hard-on?"
She let her fingers drift back they way they'd come, slowly down toward his boxers again. "Of course, your hard-on. I wouldn't even make much of a mess. I swallow."
"I told you," he rumbled, his hand coming to rest on top of hers, "I'm married."
"Yes. Which means you're not having enough sex." She giggled, lips still close to his ear. "Come on, Fowler. Erections that aren't taken care of offend me, professionally."
He turned his face toward her then, eyebrow raised. "'Professionally?' You're shitting me."
"No, really." She seized her opportunity, their eye contact burning as she leaned in close, so that he could feel her breath on his mouth. "I've spent my entire working life emptying balls. Full ones bother me." She slipped her hand out from underneath his, then laid it boldly back over his dick above his underwear. But this time, she <em>did</em> rub a bit. "You want it."
"I do," he admitted after a few moments, "but it's a bad idea."
He was an iron rod inside his boxers, and her fingers sought the hole in the front, aching for his flesh now. "Not <em>that</em> bad. Right?" She was already getting carried away. Penelope Schorr was a woman who loved pleasing men, and it was always so much better to do it on her own terms instead of for money. Her hand had just wriggled back inside his boxers, fingers closing around the cock inside, when he shocked her.
By kissing her primly on the forehead.
"No thanks." His body was gone, suddenly, a hole in the bed beside her as he swept to his feet in a creak of bedsprings. She still could not see him, but she heard the rustle as he hid in his clothes. "Might want to just stay put. You don't know your way around yet. I'll have the lights on as soon as I can get the generator going."
She laughed then, long and loud as she fell back onto the pillow. "Just wait, Fowler. You'll get bored eventually."
"Yeah." She heard him take a long, deep yawn, then the thunk of his boots as he stepped into them. "This place, this job? It's dangerous. I need to pay attention. That's not going to happen if I'm buried in your pussy for no good reason."
Her laugh grew throaty. "Oh, it'd be a good reason."
"Yeah," he said again, and then she could hear his footsteps moving off into the still, thick darkness. Sunlight stabbed suddenly through the hatch on the roof, snapping onto the boxes, and then he was through; when the lights came on a few minutes later, it felt like he was greeting her.
He scrambled back down from the hatch awhile later, just as Penelope was getting the kettle finished on the hotplate. She'd found a French press on one of the shelves screwed to the drywall. "Shitty coffee," she observed as she heard him pass the boxes behind her.
"Don't let that water boil. Good coffee needs the water hot, not boiling."
"Thank you, Captain Mansplain. You can have the first cup; I'll take second."
"I appreciate that." He nodded, looking vacantly at her as she spooned grounds into the press. "You're naked."
"I'm wearing my thong, idiot."
"Barely," he groused, but he didn't stop staring at her ass. The thong really might as well have not been there. He cleared his throat. "That was a polite offer. This morning."
"Politeness had nothing to do with it," she snorted, turning pointedly around to lean on the fiberglass sink. She watched him take her body in: it was the first time he'd be seeing her tits, and she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of in that department. "Playing with dicks is a good way to pass the time. Beats crossword puzzles."
He cracked a smile. "You going to get dressed?"
She looked down at her nipples. "You going to insist?"
"I'm not your boss. But it gets cold in here." He shrugged. "Bailey left a message. He's coming tonight with pizza... and some clothes for you. Probably whatever's on sale at Salvation Army."
"I'll still look amazing. I guess, if you need me to protect your modesty, I'll cover up," she purred, prancing past him, "but only for now."
"Great." He did watch as she brushed by him, shaking his head. "It really does get cold in here."
"It doesn't need to," she reminded him, with a pointed nod at the bed, but she had to pee anyway. She picked up her shirt as she passed the boxes, looking for her wastebasket. "Five minutes in the French press, Fowler."
"Yes ma'am."
* * *
"So. You ever done anything zombie-worthy?"
She asked it from the floor, where she sat cradling a bowl of Frosted Flakes. Fowler was eating some toast on the edge of the bed, and he stiffened at once. She noticed his eyes go narrow. "What do you mean?"
Penelope made sure her own eyes were as innocently wide as she could make them. "Just since you told me about zombies last night. How they mess up, but not bad enough to get killed outright. How they still contribute something. Have you ever messed up like that?" She winked. "Promise I won't tell."
"That's good. I won't, either."
"Oh, come on. Everybody makes mistakes." Her legs were crossed comfortably, where he could glance at her panties whenever he wanted. "Want to know how I fucked up once?" She didn't wait for him to nod. "This one time I was sent to screw a guy outside a house. I think some of our guys were going in there to steal something; I dunno. My job was to distract the guard outside, a short dude with a smelly dick." She brightened suddenly. "Hey! Maybe you were there, on that job! About six months ago? Speel Street?"
"No comment," he replied, carefully neutral.
"Anyway, I bent over the porch railing so that he could do me from behind, and he was really going at it. I'm selling it like nobody's business, screaming and thrusting back, the whole deal. And he's spanking me, spitting on me, all that jazz. I was supposed to keep him busy for ten minutes at least, but I could tell he was going to lose it sooner." She winked, her smile wide. "I've got some good pussy, I'll tell you."
His smile was quick, ghostly. "No comment, again."
"Right? Anyway, he's about to blow, and I'm racking my brains thinking about how I can hold him off, when all of a sudden I leaned too hard on the railing and the whole fucking porch breaks. He'd <em>just</em> pushed into me, a nice hard thrust, so I go flying off into the bushes, totally naked. He follows right after me, confused like a motherfucker, landing on top of me with, like, pieces of railing and bannister falling all around us." She shook her head, remembering. "Thank god it wasn't thorns. And the porch wasn't very high."
"I think I do remember hearing about this," he nodded, his tone still cautious. "He broke an arm?"
"A leg." She snickered. "Poor guy. He was lying there, screaming and holding his ankle, and right then as I picked myself out from underneath him, he just started nutting, like, right there!" Her snicker became a laugh, the memory still fresh. "His dick was totally spastic, cum and blood all over the place, and he's still screaming." Her eyes crinkled with the force of her smile. "Later, the girls at work kept joking about how Jovana got railed."
He shared her laugh, but it looked like it pained him. "Railed. Funny."
"Yeah." She glanced up at him. "They shot him, of course, because he was making so much noise. And we didn't want an ambulance. You sure you weren't there? All our guys were wearing ski masks."
He stared at her until she stopped smiling. "No comment."
She shrugged. "Anyway, the girls thought it was funny, but I'm told Andy Deuce and Konstandina were fucking pissed. Because the guard guy wasn't supposed to get killed." She slurped the milk out of the bowl, a bomb of sweetness dragging thickly down her throat. "Is that the kind of thing that might get me turned into a zombie?"
"No," he replied quietly, "because you're just a <em>kurva</em>. The Family doesn't think you're responsible for anything."
"Right, I know, but if I were a man? A <em>vojnik?</em> Would that be the kind of thing that would get me zombified?"
He stared at her for a long minute, sitting sprightly on the floor, her eyes shining. Her face was so open, so trusting. "Hypothetically?" he said at last. "Hypothetically, if something like that happened to one of us, no. That'd just get you mocked."
"So," she said quietly, cocking her head, "hypothetically? What would?"
The silence stretched a moment until Fowler sighed, laying his toast-crusts carefully aside. "Hypothetically? Suppose a <em>vojnik</em> is supposed to go rough someone up. Maybe a guy who owns a bar. Say, Third Street Lounge over in the theatre district." The scene was clear in his mind, but the night had been a confusing jumble of missteps and misunderstandings. Even in retrospect. "They'd been messing with one of our guys, and Junior-Junior decided they should be sent a message."
"A hypothetical message."
"Sure." He took a deep breath. "Then, say the message was... well, a bit too rough. Like, you're supposed to leave the guy with a black eye, but he winds up with two fingers cut off." He let the breath out. "And then, say it was the wrong guy completely. Say it was the brother of the bar owner. And the bar owner got off scot-free, because he'd been home that night." He nodded. "Hypothetically, that might get you turned into a zombie. Because of the mistake, and because of the negative attention." He found her big eyes again, turning his expression into the dead-mouthed mask his victims sometimes saw. "That's if Junior-Junior ever found out about it."
"Which he won't," she added smoothly, "because it's all hypothetical."
"And because like someone told me recently? What happens in the cloverleaf, stays in the cloverleaf." He fell silent, his chin on his chest, amazed at what he'd told her. He looked off to the side, the genny humming low and comforting outside. "Hypothetically, the <em>vojnik</em> might tell Junior-Junior that he'd done it on purpose, because he thought the message would be stronger if it was done to the guy's brother."
"And Junior-Junior might buy that. Hypothetically." She shook her head. "A <em>vojnik</em> like that would be playing with fire, babe. You're sure nobody saw him take out the wrong guy? Hypothetically?"
"I'm sure." He'd been the only man on that job, and Fowler assumed he was way past the point where a minder would be assigned to check up on him. "Hypothetically, none of the bosses will ever find out.
"Oh." She suppressed a shudder. "Good."
"Good?"
"Good. Because hypothetically, a <em>vojnik</em> like that might be a nice guy, and one of the <em>kurvas</em> might start to enjoy his company. Say, in the Container on a cloverleaf."
"Hypothetically," he hedged.
"Yes. Hypothetically." She smiled, and after awhile he joined in.
* * *
"It's just easier to blackmail DPW than the cops," he shrugged over lunch, explaining about the Container. "Even more easy now, because we've got guys inside DPW."
"You've got guys inside the cops, too." Penelope was dying for a joint, but she'd been dragged here before she'd had the chance to grab her stash.
"Yes. But still, the DPW guys cost less and it's less risky to put them on the take." He shrugged. "Bailey told me once that there are about three people in the whole DPW that know about what's in this container. And it's not a big deal, because it looks locked. And even if someone does gain entry, they just see boxes of old shirts."
"And if they prod more deeply?"
He arched an eyebrow. "Then we threaten to kill their family. Until they shut up. And then, presto, that's another guy inside."
Penelope sighed. "Yeah. You don't have to tell me about blackmail. That's the only reason the Family keeps a whorehouse, is for blackmail."
"Yeah? Not because it's a great revenue stream?" Nothing was more certain than people needing sex.
"Well, that too. But mostly it's so that we can get shit to hold over public officials." She yawned. "First thing that happens after a new police chief or mayor or school superintendent gets sworn in? This is in Seaborne, West Adams, Ray, or anywhere else in this area?" She smiled. "That same day, one of our <em>kurvas</em> finds you at your inaugural reception, takes you into the bathroom, and sucks your dick."
"First thing?"
"The very first. We get it on camera, obviously, and then we send them a text a little later. Once we've figured out what we <em>really</em> want to do with them." She fell silent then, freaked out by the prospect of telling this strong, dangerous man about anything as mundane as one of the Kurvy's schemes. "The, uh, the blowjob gives us leverage to get them into the brothel. Then we film them doing all sorts of weird shit." She shrugged. "They seem to enjoy it, sometimes."
"What kind of weird shit?" Fowler didn't think this was mundane at all. The Family was usually careful to keep things separated; he'd spent very little time with any of the people on the prostitution side. Or the shipping side. Or the restaurant side. These things interested him. Stories like these were the kinds of things that made him think maybe, just maybe, there might be a long-term future for him in the Family.
She shrugged, suddenly bashful. "Just... sex shit." She sat there on the floor, enduring his wait until she had to fill in the silence. "Okay. You know John Lagrada, the old mayor over in Geyer?" He nodded quietly. "So we set up this thing, in a room, with a bunch of anonymous women laughing at how small his dick is."
"Oh," Fowler said after a long moment. "And... is it small?"
"We, like, dared him to fuck me in the ass, and I kept saying I couldn't feel it," she chuckled, smiling at the memory. It had been a fun night, the mayor a good sport. Until he'd understood he was on film. "So, you know, now the Family can get him to do stuff they want. Or not to do stuff they don't want."
"Yes, Penelope, I'm aware of how blackmail works."
"Well. That's how you buy a mayor," she smiled.
"He's out of office now." Fowler was curious. "What happens to the tape?"
"Now? Once we're sure he's completely done with politics, we delete the footage. We're not animals." She hesitated, then lowered her voice. "I admit, sometimes we keep old stuff. Because it's fun to watch."
"What other kind of stuff do you have on tape?"
She grinned now, remembering. "We had one of our girls peg the police chief down in Jefferson Shores. He was into it, too."
"Peg." Fowler frowned, searching his memory, then his eyes went wide. "You mean..."
"Yes. Then another time, we all did lines of coke off a city councilman's cock. We've done a few of those, actually."
"What if they're not into that kind of shit?"
"Honey," Penelope laughed, "if a man knows he's going to be able to stick his dick in you, they get 'into' a lot of stuff they're not normally into." She shrugged. "We do end up playing a little rougher sometimes. We had one dude who kept turning us down, so one of our dirtiest ladies cornered him in an alley one night and he fucked her." She looked off to one side. "It wasn't rape, but she was a good actress. So it looked kinda-sorta like it might be rape."
Fowler shook his head. "That's bad."
"I know. I felt weird watching that one. But he's a scumbag, so I'm over it." She cocked her head. "One more: remember last year? When the DA dropped the charges on Alex Kristatos, after he killed those three guys?"
"Yeah?" People in the Family still shook their heads at that one. Alex had been careless, the case airtight. The entire region had expected a conviction. "What happened?"
"Police chief in West Adams made it clear that none of his guys would testify. Know why he'd do such a thing as that?"
"No."
"Because once, while he was nailing two whores, we stole his gun."
Fowler thought about that, then nodded slowly. "Smart."
"So now, we don't even have to fuck that dirtball anymore. Now he knows that if he does anything we don't like, we'll just use his gun in a crime. Or we'll let it be found somewhere it shouldn't be."
He smiled. "Remind me never to get on Dina's bad side. She's got you girls trained up."
"We're not bad people." Penelope stirred, tugging at her thong. She needed a new one. "Look, most of our girls are paying their way through college. So they do whatever they have to do, then when they're done? They go on to professional jobs, families, white picket fences, and a mortgage. The last thing a woman like that wants to talk about is how she used to be a prostitute, and how she once let the district attorney shove his dick past her cinnamon-loop without lube just because her boss said so."
He paused, thinking about the image. "Cinnamon-loop."
"Yes. The balloon knot. The leathery Cheerio. The pineapple ring. The wilted peanut. The <em>zadnik</em>. The day-old bagel. The starfish. The dusty crinkle-hole."
"Oh."
"The Nutella funnel."
"Yes. I get it."
"So, yeah. That's what we do. That's the Family's big interest in keeping Kurvy's Day/Night Spa open." She yawned, glancing at the clock by the sink. "When's our pizza getting here?"
"After dark. Bailey won't come until then, even in a DPW truck."
"Yeah? When's dark?"
Fowler thought about it. "Couple hours?"
"Good. Then scoot. I want a nap." She hopped lightly to her feet. "Join me?"
He rolled his eyes. "Stop."
"Whatever." She giggled as she whipped her shirt off and sprang onto the bed. "Wake me if you feel any urges," she grinned, sweeping the sheet over top of her. "You know the ones I mean."
"Yeah." He stood up instead. "Might just go around to the other side of the boxes and jerk off." He stalked toward the sink, chased by her laughter.
* * *
She blinked in the wash of Bailey's headlights, so different from the night before when he'd pushed her out of the Mercury under dark, chilly skies. Already, after just twenty-four hours in the Container, it felt strange to be back outside in the open air.
Fowler had warned her to stay out of sight inside the darkened, musty trailer, at least until the headlights went off. "People drive by, and they don't pay attention to a couple of DPW guys roaming around the old sealand containers, but if they see a woman here in fishnets and a miniskirt?"
"They'll probably put the word out that the local road crews are coming out here with hookers," she smiled.
"Something like that. So if Bailey has something to say to you, I'll just tell him you're in the trailer." Fowler licked his lips. "But he won't."
"Because I'm just a fucking <em>kurva</em>."
"Because you're just a fucking <em>kurva</em>." His smile was a pale echo of hers. And now she sat on the floor of a trailer with years-old work schedules still clipped to the walls, the remnants of that road-widening project that had gone three years longer than scheduled, meaning that by the time the project ended the State had already replaced the trailer. So here it sat, forever, a henge dedicated to the wonders of modern bureacracy. She tried to ignore the faint whiff of mold on the air, her mind a whirl of thoughts and ideas. Of memories and instructions. Of anxiety about whatever message Bailey would have for her, if he came into the trailer.
And if he didn't? Well, that would be a message too, of sorts.
She was shivering now, the night's chill pressing at her, her miniskirt bunched under her butt with the Patriots shirt doing a very inadequate job warming the rest of her. She'd put on the fishnets out of habit, barely even realizing she was rolling them up her legs until the first one was all the way up to her thigh; they certainly did no good at all, warmth-wise. The glare of the headlights through the cracked trailer windows snapped off suddenly, the harsh diesels of the orange DPW truck sputtering into silence.
Bailey came for her after five minutes or so, five minutes of low-voiced chatter drifting in from outside: Bailey and Fowler passing around the small-change gossip of the <em>vojnik</em> fraternity they both knew, soft laughter punctuating the hum of their conversation every now and then. She started when the door creaked open, Bailey's hoarse voice croaking out. "He told me you're in here, Jovana. Show yourself. I'm in a hurry."
"Yeah!" She scrambled up, blinking at the shadowy trees out the window; it seemed like a week since she'd seen anything but the inside of the Container. "I'm here."
"No shit." He sniffed loudly. She could see his outline, in some sort of coverall with an orange vest and a hard-hat. "He's taking the pizza into the Container. I'm leaving in like forty seconds, so listen." He swung a shopping bag up onto one of the old desks, puffing up a cloud of dust. "Clothes. I bought some socks, leggings. A hoodie."
"Underwear?"
"Sure. It's in there."
"Secret Whispers?"
"Fuck no, <em>kurvanka</em>. Wal-Mart, like the rest. And no whining." He paused. "I didn't know your shoe size, so I threw in some of those mocassin slippers. Size small."
"Great!" She cleared her throat. "Um, any idea how long until I... like, how long I'll be out here?"
"Yes." He glanced once over his shoulder, a hard look out the doorway behind him. "Tonight. One in the morning."
"Yeah?" She hadn't expected an answer so quickly. "Wait, really? Tonight?"
"Do I sound like I'm teasing you?"
She swallowed. "And that's straight from Junior-Junior?"
"And all the rest of the big <em>vovois</em>. Who else?" He lowered his voice. "So tonight. Be ready to go. Just like I talked to you about last night, when I was bringing you over here."
"Got it."
"Just stay relaxed. Think about a story. And this time next week, you'll be back to work at Kurvy's with your legs in the air."
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't."
"That's between you and Dina. And Kitty, maybe; I don't know. My job is to drive a car, you understand?" He shuffled back into the doorway. "So. What time?"
"One am. Tonight."
"Yes. Don't tell Fowler; I've already told him, but he doesn't know both of you are leaving at the same time. He's more of a risk than you. Understand all that?"
"I do."
"Good." He squinted at her. "You've got nice legs, you know that?"
"Yes, I do." She reached for the bag, which was heavier than she'd expected. "Thanks for this."
"Get back inside and get dressed, Jovana. You'll catch pneumonia or something. Fowler opened the main door, so you won't have to climb up to the roof," he snorted, "wearing that shit." He turned abruptly and stalked out over the sand, leaving her to scamper down from the little steel porch in his cigarette-smelling wake. She didn't try to call out a goodbye, or anything like that: this was business, Family business, and the Family liked things done fast and easy. Before her, the Container's massive door yawned open with Fowler just hopping back down out of the dim interior.
"Get in. I'll close up behind you and set up the lock." The clang of the door as it swung behind her, the squeal of the latches, sent chills up her spine. But the sounds meant something now: safety. Security. Secrecy. She took a few steps inside, mouth already watering at the smell of pepperoni from the far side of the wall of boxes. And even before she started hearing Fowler's feet on the rungs outside, she was already tearing into the bag.
Penelope Schorr was tired of being cold tonight.
* * *
"Your hands going to wander again tonight?"
"Probably. Will you mind?"
He looked over at her, his gaze dead. "Would it matter if I did?"
"Honey, if there's nothing to grab? I won't grab." She looked pointedly at his crotch as they prepared to shut the generator down for the night. "Last night, you gave me something to grab. So."
"I didn't give it." Fowler was not angry, she knew; he barely even seemed excited. It was as if he was discussing the state of seashore management, and not her hand on his dick. "You just took it."
"I didn't think you'd mind," she purred, "but now that I know you better, I'm asking: <em>will</em> you mind?"
The pizza had been shitty, the half-price Medium from Seaborne House of Pizza, but people who live in a shipping container have low standards. They'd both thought of it as a feast. He burped, a rich mix of pepperoni and the Budweiser Bailey had dragged along. "I don't want you to feel weird. If you need to hold a penis to sleep well, who am I to argue?"
She laughed at that. Penelope was no drinker, and had watched carefully to see whether the beer had done anything to Fowler. "I don't need to, sugar. Sometimes, I just want to." She yawned. "You're not talking as much about being married this evening."
"No. I figure it probably doesn't matter."
"I <em>told</em> you it didn't matter," she nodded, her mind shifting smoothly into another mode. Penelope Schorr became a different person when she'd decided to try to sleep with a man: more vivacious, quicker, more calculating. She prided herself on the change not being obvious, especially with men who weren't paying. "I'm not sharing a bed with your wife, I'm sharing it with her man. She doesn't matter to me. You do." She let her eyes open wide again, knowing how irresistible it would make her, and laid a hand gently on his arm. "If you seriously tell me to hold back, Fowler, I will. No pressure."
His mind flicked through a number of possible answers, and she could see all of them reflected in his eyes. She'd not met all that many of the Family's <em>vojniks</em>, but they all seemed to have that same quality: they acted like computers sometimes, sorting quickly through options that probably didn't differ much from each other. "It doesn't matter."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Good." She got to her feet. "Then get out there and flick off the lights, darlin'. I'll be here waiting for you." The river had been crossed, and she knew he knew it. "You can come to bed with me and we can see what happens. If you don't want to fuck me? Just don't fuck me." She blew him a kiss as he stood a moment, looking down at her in that oddly inscrutable way, and then he nodded to himself. Swiftly he moved around the kitchen area, flicking everything off, plunging the Container into a darkness that grew steadily deeper, heavier, headed for the utter blackness she knew would come soon. "Just try not to make too much noise when you come to bed, sweetie."
"Yeah," he snorted, sighing his way back up to the ceiling hatch. "Be back in a second."
"I'm counting on it." She watched him fade into the shadows up there along the top of the boxes, her heart beating faster, leaning back on the bed with her arms propped like a forties pinup girl. She didn't move, her smile still mysterious, until his feet vanished out into the night up there.
Then she shucked all her clothes, the cheap Wal-Mart shit Bailey had brought, heaping it on the floor with the new panties on the top of the pile. Because there was no point in wearing anything, now. She looked down a moment, pondering the panties: the perfect example of what a man would buy a woman if he had zero clue how underwear fit on women. She nudged at the pile with her foot, smiling softly to herself.
Quickly she evaluated herself, smelling under her arms, her crotch, checking her breath. She knew she looked good, but it would be so dark that wouldn't matter. What would matter would be her scent, her sounds, her touches, and she decided she was doing well enough in those departments. She'd been without a shower since her last client more than a day ago, but she'd scrubbed her pussy in the sink earlier in the day.
Besides, they said it was self-cleaning anyway, right?
She swiped a wet paper towel through the crack of her ass, stretched her arms up high, and hurried to the bed. He'd be back soon after doing the generator thing, and she didn't need to be rattling around in here while he slipped down to the floor. She was still arranging the pillows under her head when the lights winked out, that silent darkness once again falling over her like a hammer, her pulse quickening even though she knew it was nothing to worry about... but still there was that instinctual fear of the dark, as old as humanity and even older, that fear of what the night might bring.
The harsh clank of the vents, then, as Fowler opened them from outside, and then before she knew it there came the shake of his boots on the ceiling, the rustle of his body at the hatchway, the clang as the hatch dropped on its rusty hinges. She lay back down, smiling and quiet, and flicked the sheets off his side of the bed to welcome him when he'd arrive. For a moment she thought of saying something, giving a throaty voice to her lusts, but she decided against it.
He was a big boy. He knew what was coming.
The sigh of his boots slipping off, the muffled whisper as his pants and shirt came off, and then without another word he was sliding once more into bed beside her. Penelope did not wait. No sooner had she felt him settle in than she scooted close, her hand already on his bare chest, head back into the crook of his armpit where it had been this morning. She once again laid her leg comfortably, possessively, across his thighs. "Welcome back, babe," she murmured into his ear.
She felt his fingers on her back, roving down, then up. "You didn't bother with underwear."
"Did you?" she asked in reply, letting her lips graze his jaw. She saw no point in waiting, not now. She knew the answer, his boxers wrinkled against her inner thigh, but she wanted to hear him talk.
"Yes." He cleared his throat. "Why? Is that a problem?"
"No." She knew he'd hear the grin in her voice. "I'm good at taking off mens' underwear. Of course, if you want to save time and just do it now..."
He let the words roll around in his mind a bit, knowing this would make him complicit, before he shrugged alongside her face. "I would, but there's this woman's leg in my way."
"Yes. There is." She pressed her thigh against his once more. "I bet she'd move it for a moment, if it meant getting you naked."
"I bet she would." He hesitated one more time, his voice carefully nonchalant when he finally spoke. "I mean, if it saves time."
"Yes. It does." She kissed him again, this time lightly on his mouth, her hand already slipping down his chest to his waistband. "Scooch your butt up. I need to get these off."
"Sure." He wasn't hard yet, the boxers slipping straight down his legs as soon as his body surged up beside her, and once she'd pushed the elastic down to his knees, her foot took over and kicked the boxers the rest of the way. "That was quick."
"I told you. I'm good at male underwear removal. It's sort of a basic skill in my profession." He'd be feeling her now, all of her, as she pressed against him. He'd feel her skin, her muscles, the state of her pubic hair, the drag of her nipples. She trailed fingers back up his leg, all the way up to his chest, purposely avoiding his penis. "Now. Where were we?"
"We were getting ready to go to sleep, I think."
"Maybe." She leaned in, already his, and planted a kiss on his nipple. This was her wheelhouse now: she had him. She'd seduced him. Now she'd enjoy him. He tensed a moment under her touch, but as she worked her mouth along his chest, back toward his shoulder, she felt him relax.
It was time.
"So I can tell you want to ask me." She kissed his neck softly.
"Mmm?"
"Why I'm here." She sighed, his body big and warm and firm in her arms. She knew a lot of whores got jaded by men, by their bodies, by lying in bed with them, but she never had. Not yet. She loved holding and being held. And Fowler smelled so good, like a man should... "You want to know why the Family put me here."
His answer came as a drawl, after a long moment. "I already told you I wasn't going to ask and I didn't want to know."
"But I want to tell."
He sighed, his chest rising and then deflating under her hand. "Fine. If it'll shut you up."
She squeezed him, once, and thought about draping her leg back up over his. But no. Not yet. The years had given Penelope a good sense for how to hold a man, and she knew Fowler wasn't yet primed for that. Not when he was naked. She kissed the top of his shoulder instead. "I had two clients, then dinner, then three more scheduled. I did the first guy, a semi-regular. Then before the second one came in, I got a call from Auntie Bitch herself."
"Yeah?" For the first time, Fowler's voice showed interest. "Kitty Silber?"
"No. Kitty's just Auntie. Auntie Bitch is her mother, Diane."
"No shit." Fowler did not have to fake a tinge of awe in his voice. Diane Silber was the last of the Old Papa's children still active in the Family. That meant a lot, even though Old Papa hadn't been married to her mother. "I've never seen her. They say she's the worst of all his kids."
"That's why I listened to what she said," Penelope went on softly. "She comes into the brothel sometimes, and everyone treats her like gold. The conversation was not long: she said I was to distract the next client and make sure he was facing away from the door until one of your fellow <em>vojniks</em> came in and 'took care of him.' That's what she said, then she hung up, and next thing I knew the second client came in."
"The one you were supposed to distract." He risked a smile. "Was there a railing involved this time?"
"Oh. No, no railing." She didn't laugh. "I turned him so he was looking away from the door. Then I sucked his dick. Then he went to pull out and fuck me, so I grabbed his ass and kept him in my mouth." She took a deep breath. "Then the <em>vojnik</em> came in and shot him in the side of the head."
"Shit. While you were blowing him?"
"Yes. Actually, his cock twitched in my mouth when the gun fired. It was really creepy." She sighed. "I freaked the fuck out. I had blood all over my left leg. The <em>vojnik</em> just looked at me and then headed out."
"Did you know him?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Just, you know, professional interest." Fowler was, in fact, a little offended he hadn't been offered the job, but then he'd been in the Container for almost a week. Maybe it was just something that had come up, really suddenly.
"That's when Bailey came in." She kissed his neck again, right where his shoulder started. She was finding that she liked his taste. "He didn't even look at the client, just shoved me into the bathroom, hosed off the blood, and bundled me out the back door into his car. And now? Here I am."
"Here you are." He knew not to ask, but now he thought he had to. "They've never had to do anything like that with you? Use you as part of a hit?"
"Never anything close."
"Must've been a pretty important client," he probed, carefully aloof.
She knew he was asking, but didn't make him voice it. "It was the Assistant US Attorney for this part of the state," she whispered.
He said nothing for a moment, her hand stroking his chest gently. "Ah," he managed at last.
"I didn't know that at the time," she stressed, "just later. Bailey told me in the car."
He went still. "Ah," he said again.
"Um. I probably shouldn't know that," she murmured after awhile.
"It's fine," Fowler lied. "If Bailey shouldn't have told you, he wouldn't have told you." He had to force himself to relax now, his mind tossing through possibilities. Ideas. Reasons why she'd been sent here... to him. "I'm sure it's not a problem."
She said nothing for awhile, there in the dark, and when she spoke her voice was harshly controlled. "If you're supposed to kill me, Fowler, don't tell me."
"Okay." He had not, in fact, been told to kill her, nor anything else about her. But he was wondering now whether he soon would. "I don't think you have anything to worry about, Penelope."
"And make it fast." She'd resumed stroking him, he noticed, her mind calming itself quickly. <em>Yep</em>, he told himself, <em>this kurva's been in the Family long enough to think about how these things go</em>. He wondered for a moment whether he'd get a message tomorrow, about her. She kissed him again, this time on the side of his neck. "Please."
"Okay."
She shuddered, the conversation just too surreal, their little corner of darkness smothering her. She could feel it now, her response to the man in her arms: to the sound of his breath, and the warmth of his skin, and the stir of his limbs. Her body started to buzz. "You've never come in. To the brothel." She ran her tongue slowly, almost imperceptibly, up along his ear. And he didn't tell her to stop.
"I told you," he said instead, "I'm married."
"Ah. So you go to Southside Wellness, not Kurvy's." They both chuckled. It was well known among the people who dwelt in the underworld along this part of the coast that Southside Wellness was where the cleanest girls worked. "They're higher class, but we'll do things they won't."
"Yeah?" For the first time, Penelope thought she could detect a hint of interest in his voice. "They've got that scam, though. They can get insurance to pay for what their <em>kurvas</em> do."
"Hmm." She kissed him again, her lips lingering longer on his skin than they had been. "That just means they can disguise what their girls offer, to keep an insurance adjuster from noticing. <em>Nothing</em> I offer can be disguised that way," she told him in a hot whisper, letting the words sink into his mind, letting them tickle his libido.
"Nothing?"
"Not a goddamn thing." It wasn't even a whisper, more like a breath, her lips moving ahead of his ear, along the side of a face she could not see even as her leg finally climbed up and over his hip. She felt his cock, erect now, pressing into her skin, and it gave her the usual sense of satisfaction. "You're so hard," she whispered in his ear. "I still feel bad that I interrupted you last night. When I showed up. When you were about to whack it." She shifted her hips a little, knowing now how this should go next. Almost, she could have predicted his next sentence.
"It's no big deal." He sounded a little strained, almost gravelly, and she knew it was time for the next step. So she kept her hips moving, arms straining too, lifting herself fluidly up and over his body, straddling his thighs there in the dark. She laid proprietary hands on his abs, just under the ribcage, and scooted her body up toward the heat she knew she'd feel coming off his dick. She heard him swallow underneath her. "I'm, uh, not even thinking about it now."
"Touch me," she murmured, giving permission, and it wasn't even half a second before his big, powerful hands encircled her waist, drifting up and down her sides. Feeling her flesh. She shivered when, at last, both his palms rose to cup her breasts. "No," she agreed, her voice a sigh, "you're thinking about other things now."
"Yep."
"Better things." She felt it now, hot and solid against her bare pussy: his balls, the base of his dick. Waiting for her. She traced her hand down through his chest hair, over his belly button, to curl around his shaft like it was an old friend, something she'd touched many times before instead of just once. She was good at this: at establishing connection, intimacy, very quickly. It was why she was such a strong earner. "Well. Not <em>better</em>, necessarily. But definitely hotter."
His hands dropped to her hips again, curling around back. Feeling her ass. "No," he replied, still hoarse, "I think 'better' is the word. Definitely better than porno mags from 1996."
"Such a compliment!" she giggled, holding his cock high against her mound. <em>Almost</em>, she thought. She knew she was soaked, probably creaming all over his balls. And he was ready, too: he throbbed hard in her hand. "Remember, if you don't want to fuck me? Just don't fuck me," she challenged, chuckling this time.
She headed him swallow. "Yeah. Right."
"Yeah," she mimicked, "right," and then she decided to move this along. He was hard and hot against her skin, her lips eager for his, and so she bent low over his body. His hands rose further, digging fully into her ass as she kissed him, first softly and gently, but plunging her tongue against his after a few seconds. She rose up over him, hips high, nudging his erection up toward her waiting slit. It caught with no hesitation, no resistance, his thickness sliding halfway up into her on the first slow thrust; she was so wet that he hilted inside her almost as soon as she bore down, his hips taking over and humping up against her. They both moaned, hot breaths straight into each others' mouths, and then she pulled up off his lips with her hands running once more over his chest. "Guess you want to."
"Guess I do."
"Good," she smiled, her lips just an inch away from his in the darkness, but then he arched high and drove deep and she gasped hard into his face. "Oh, fuck. So good."
He said nothing, his decision made by his body, by his dick and his hormones. He unleashed them now, just a man taking a woman, fucking steadily up into her. She could see nothing of him: everything, everything in her world, was feel and smell and sound, the clash of clapping bodies and the rich heady scent of sweat and sex. "I'm going to cum," he announced, very quickly, and she was not surprised; he'd been horny for her all day, since last night.
"Yes, you are," she managed, the words trailing to a low whine. She was nowhere close to an orgasm, but she didn't really care. This was about him, about his pleasure, and she knew he'd last longer the next time. She rode him perfectly, her body feeling him and matching his motion, hips grinding against the root of his cock every time he slid out of her. "Do it." It wobbled out of her mouth, the syllables punctuated by his thrusts. "Don't hold back. We have all fucking night!"
"Goddamn," he grated, hands clawing at her flesh, and just like that he was shooting far and deep inside her. "Jesus."
"Yess," she hissed, triumphant like she always was when she made a man cum. Not that Fowler had been a challenge, but still. She laid her lips on his again, kissing deeply, hungrily, her body still coaxing his climax out of his twitching dick. Her limbs settled into the lassitude she usually felt whenever she could turn it off at work, in those moments like this when she no longer needed to worry about actually working. He was big and warm underneath her and inside her, and that was enough as she laid her head on his chest.
His heart pounded.
"Uh. I'm sorry," he wheezed. He sounded embarrassed, but Penelope was ready for this. She stirred and clenched her pussy around his dick.
"For what? Not lasting longer?" She'd learned it was best to nip these kinds of insecurities in the bud, especially in men who weren't paying. This clearly wasn't going to be the only time she let Fowler inside her; it did no good to ignore the elephant in the room. "I teased you mercilessly, honey, and I'm one of the best. You were never going to last long." Her laugh was long and throaty, but fond. "You were fine. You feel great. And besides," she added, kissing his nipple lazily, "now you'll last longer next time."
"Yeah."
"Seriously." She chuckled. "I stripped for a couple years before I did this for a living, and this one time I had a guy who wanted a lapdance. I told him to go back there to the private room and I'd be there in a sec, since I'd just gotten off stage, and by the time I walked in? He'd already nutted in his pants." She laughed at the memory. "He was the nicest guy, but just the anticipation was enough to make him cum." She kissed him again, little sweat-tasting nips along his chest. "So yeah. You're good." She felt him flex inside her; he was softening, but not all the way. He had at least another round left in the chamber, once she could get him hard again. And Penelope Schorr did not doubt her abilities in that area. "I still charged him for the whole song."
"Do you remember which song?" he asked after a moment. She could feel his voice in her chest.
"'Love In An Elevator.' <em>Such</em> a piece-of-shit song." His arms lay comfortably along her back, embracing her, and this was the time it was best: right after, when she could get to know the guy. She tipped her face up toward him, though it hardly mattered in the dark. "You an Aerosmith fan?"
"I don't really like music."
"Well. Aren't <em>you</em> a stereotype. Strong, silent hitman with a gruff demeanor and a big dick. No vices, nondescript, doesn't have any hobbies. Is that you, Fowler?"
"Sort of." He was still in her, and she knew she'd need to move soon or his pubes would get all gluey. She'd been leaking freely, and of course he'd added plenty of fluid to the mix down there. Penelope knew she'd need to suck him, and was glad he couldn't see her grimace. "I have a hobby. I collect stuff."
"Yeah? What stuff?"
"Guns. Knives."
She laughed. "See? Stereotype." She raised herself up, hips protesting slightly, and moved her face down his chest. "I don't mind." He tasted sweaty, predictably enough, and nowhere near as sweaty as he'd taste later. "Does Bailey change the sheets in here? I can't imagine this bed gets much action, but as soon as I get off you it's going to be a fucking mess."
"New linens, every time I've been in here." She knew he was watching her, even though he couldn't see her; his hands on her body were more confident now.
"Probably for the best." She slid down his legs, feeling the thick ticklish creep of his semen oozing out of her. "You just lie there, baby, and let me work." His dick lay half-hard across his upper thigh, grazing her tit as she passed, her mouth never leaving his skin for long. She was going to clean him now, licking off his juices and her own, and that wasn't something she was a fan of. But it was part of the gig. "You're in my hands now," she added, "literally." Her fingers closed around his penis, hot and slippery, raising it up to her mouth.
They tasted tangy, the two of them, better than they smelled together. You never really could tell until you got your tongue on the dick, how everything would taste. Penelope knew her own flavor, obviously, and most guys tasted about the same; still, it was always different, and as she held his shaft up against her tongue, lapping busily from bottom to top, she let her mind wander in the dark. Once, when she suckled at his balls, she heard him gasp. "You like?"
"I like," he sighed after a moment, his fingers finding her hair, and as he got more and more into it, she found her own body responding again too. The Container was an echo chamber of smacking noises, the wet slick slide of lips on cock, of tongue on thighs. "You feel good," he ventured.
"You <em>taste</em> good," she teased in reply, but the lie hardly mattered anymore: he was stiffening again, and pretty soon she knew he'd be able to take her once more. She was patient, dipping low to run her slow, confident tongue along his thighs, his taint, the back of his scrotum, all the while stroking his shaft gently above. When she felt him stir, his legs beginning to spread themselves wider, she knew it was almost time. She nuzzled her face deep into his crotch, adoring him, her eyes instinctively wide over his body.
She did not need to see him to know she was making eye contact.
"Baby?" she cooed, her voice roughened by lust she barely even had to pretend about. She kissed his balls one last time, then perched up on her elbows with her fingers pulsing busily under his cockhead. She felt like she had a good read on him now: he'd like dirty talk. "Want me to stay down here and start licking your ass? Or do you want to fuck the shit out of your horny little <em>kurva?</em>"
His reply thrilled her, even though she'd been expecting it. He tightened his grip on her hair, his other hand shooting down to seize her arm. "You know the answer to that."
"I damn well do," she choked out, feeling his excitement and feeding off it, and with a percussive lunge she leapt up his body to kiss him again. Her aim wasn't quite there; the darkness was a pain in the ass, but soon enough her tongue grappled with his again, her body grinding down against a dick gone hard once more. "How do you want me, stud?" It was a gasp, hot and fast, barely even audible.
"I want you like a little bitch." She knew what that meant: she was already crawling off him, planting her knees on the mattress, one hand landing in the wet spot as he scrambled behind her. His entry was not smooth: he had one hand pressing on her lower back while the other groped shamelessly underneath her, his fingers sliding into her sodden pussy before he was able to maneuver his dick there in the darkness. But he figured it out quickly, sinking deep inside her just like before, his thighs meeting hers with a satisfying smack.
His hand twitched against her spine the moment he bottomed out. Penelope remembered that for a long time.
He paused then, lining his knees up the way he wanted them, his hand tracing along her butt. She expected a spanking, but instead he just threw himself forward, dicking her deep enough to force her face into the piled sheets. "Fuck yeah!" she gloated, her voice thick, as he slipped slowly back and then thrust into her again, hard and sudden, taking her breath away. She loved this, the passion, the tension.
Even when sex was bad, even when sex was work? It still showed her something a little bit special, every time.
He was not a particularly skilled lover, but he was far from the worst. And the surroundings, the situation, the pitch darkness, those things raised her up, ratcheting her mind tighter and tighter as he powered his hips back and forth, back and forth, panting above her, moving in smooth rhythm. He was not a moaner, she soon found, more of a breather. "Yes," she managed, her voice cracking, and who cared if it was partly an act? "Goddamn, yes!"
He fit her well, she was pleased to see, even when she tightened up around him, her body starting to milk his so that she could relax, let herself go. She thought she might be able to let herself cum, one of the softer and longer orgasms she got sometimes, if he could keep this up long enough. She reached back between her thighs, feeling the slap of his balls against her fingers as she hooked her clit, pinching hard, pushing herself toward her climax.
She was starting to enjoy this fuck. The darkness helped, lending an unexpected sense of anonymity, of secrecy. And Fowler was turning out to be just the right kind of man for this: not creative, but sturdy. Dependable. Reliable, a metronome she could use to time the speed with which her burrowing fingers frigged herself, pulling hard. "Yeah, baby," she sang, her voice hushed and breathless, "fuck your bitch. Fuck me hard. Come on." He responded at once, his speed impressive, and she choked back a gasp.
Yes. Definitely, she was going to be able to cum.
"Keep going, honey," she urged, the whine in her voice not at all an act now. "I'm almost there!" From the feel of it, the way he was jamming her, the sounds of his breath, he was almost there too. "Come on!" It was a chant now, continuous and excited, her body starting to melt around the stir of her dancing fingers, fueled by the friction of his thick dick spreading her hole. Goddamn, this felt good! "Almost..."
It burst within her like a grape squeezed slowly in a vise: not smashed, squashed, like some orgasms left her bruised and stunned, but a steady rise in tension, peaking, peaking, peaking... then tipping her over, a breathless fairgoer at the top of a roller coaster, flying down into a soft, hot mass of pleasure that buzzed from her clit, from her invaded pussy, and spread to every corner of her body. She shook around him, his dick wedged tight by the sudden snap of her muscles, his rhythm disrupted so much that he fell across her back, bearing her down onto her tits.
But he was still inside her. Still hard. Still going. She felt it through a dimmed haze now, the quick heave of his legs alongside hers, outside her thighs, one hand clamping on her tightened ass as the other groped blindly for her neck, driving into her prone and helpless. She sucked in a great gasp of air, still riding her orgasm as he hooked her throat, drawing her back like an archer draws a bow.
She'd so seldom been fucked prone. She gave herself up to it, letting him use her there in the dark on the tired bed, her nerves already molten. He pushed against her, down and in, his fingers clamping at her skin as her thighs stroked his dick until, finally, he lost control. She felt his cock jerk, wild and frantic within her, but he was backing out at that point and the rest was just the familiar sensation of hot semen painting her ass and spine, splattering thick and welcome as his breath sighed out above and behind.
So much sensation. So many things for her to take in. So much joy. And he was already spooning her as they collapsed sideways, the last of his spasms still dribbling spurts of warmth even as she flowed back against his body, cocooned by his arms and his legs, imprisoned by his warmth. "Fuck," she raved, laughing.
Good sex was always so much better when it was a surprise.
His voice behind her seemed to come from a distance. "I have to tell you something, Penelope."
She thought about Bailey, his words in the trailer earlier. "Yeah?"
He paused, his finger lazily circling her nipple. "I'm leaving tonight."
<em>Here we go.</em> She twisted around, her voice shocked. "What?"
He kissed her cheek, already feeling distant even as his cum still drooled from her skin onto the sheets. "Bailey told me. I'm out of here at one in the morning."
"What? Tonight?" Her voice rose to a mild squeak. She hoped she sounded convincing.
"Yes. Tonight." Already she could hear his voice clamping down, rejecting those moments, just before, when for an instant he'd been utterly unguarded as he'd given himself to her. "Bailey said it's been decided."
She made herself whine, "Well, what about me?" Penelope was grateful for the darkness, so that she didn't have to act... although facial expressions had always been easy for her.
"Maybe you're staying, maybe you're going," he mumbled, and she told herself she should stay quiet now. That she should let him suspect she believed he'd been given orders to kill her. That she should start to draw away from him, but not suddenly, not immediately; she had to make him believe she was still too new to his world to understand it. "I'm not sure. I wouldn't worry."
She rolled onto her side, making distance in their bed. "I... I don't know what to feel."
"Don't feel anything, Penelope," he advised her gravely. "Just react. That's all we ever do in this Family. When the waves come, we let them take us until we can swim in our own direction." He shrugged, then reached tentatively for her cheek. "Don't worry. If this was anything to do with you, he'd have mentioned it."
"Okay." She made sure her voice sounded small, defeated, and then she curled into a little ball against the bulk of his body. "I hope it'll all be okay."
"It will, <em>kurva</em>. It will." He kissed her again.
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"He wants you, too."
She'd jumped, startled, when he'd opened the big door at the end of the container just after one in the morning. "You sure?"
"Yes. Hurry. Bring your stuff; he'll come in tomorrow and clean everything out." Penelope hopped from the bed, grabbing the flashlight to step into her clothes. "Come on."
Bailey stayed in his Mercury as Penelope and Fowler walked blear-eyed and with damp underwear across the broken-glass sand of the cloverleaf. They ducked into the backseat of the sedan with midnight haste, Bailey swinging back onto 244 less than a minute after he'd bounced his car over to the Container. "You guys good?" he asked the rearview mirror as he flicked on the headlights.
"Yeah." Fowler settled into the bench seat and didn't bother with his seatbelt, staring out the window with the wonder of a man who's been cooped up awhile. Penelope glanced across from her spot behind the driver, thinking about the cock he'd just pulled out of her an hour before. She wanted to tingle with the memory, but clamped that down: she was back at work. "Where to?"
"I'm taking her back to Kurvy's first," Bailey drawled. "They figured out she's all good. You? You're off to Mexico for a month or so, my friend."
A few seconds of silence was barely broken by a noncommittal grunt from the hitman. "Good food down there, at least."
"Yeah. But avoid the water." Penelope caught another, odder glance in the rearview, this one aimed at her, and strained again to focus. Things were happening here. She remembered Bailey's words earlier, in the trailer, then sighed as she leaned back and rested her head in the glow of the streetlights through the rear window. "Way down there. South of Yucatan, or however you pronounce it."
"Yes. Safehouse near Belize." Fowler shrugged. "I was there for a week last year. Boring, but at least there's fresh air." The Mercury swung into the outskirts of the South Side, drab industrial buildings beginning to sprout at the roadside like tentative rodents. Kurvy's was about a mile up the road, a couple blocks from the beach, and Penelope knew the way by heart.
Not that she'd actually get there tonight.
"They want you at the Terminal before sunrise," Bailey was telling Fowler, "so I assume you're sailing down the coast. Or maybe to an airport someplace out of this area; fuck if I know. You know how things are."
"Compartmentalized," Fowler muttered.
"Yep. Compartmentalized." Both men seemed to ignore Penelope completely, and she allowed herself to savor, one more time, the memory of his dick plunging into her as Bailey steered off the main road. "Almost there, <em>kurvanka</em>."
She yawned. "Okay." She shook her head, her mind full of her instructions from earlier, the memory of Fowler racing out of her mind like an ebb tide on the nearby beach. She had things to do. "Fowler," she said, making sure her voice sounded appropriately meek, "when we get there, can you let me out your side? We've been having problems with drag-racers lately." She shifted on the seat, feeling his semen still leaking into her panties. "I fucking hate getting out on the street side."
"Sure. Whatever." He was still looking out the window, almost dreamy, a man released from prison and contemplating his future, not even noticing as the car pulled up to the gritty curb. The buzzing neon of Kurvy's washed the street a few doors ahead, the area around them salted with shitty clubs and dead-end bars of every sordid description. Bailey braked them to a gentle stop, his eyes burning at her in the rearview, but everything was happening fast now as Fowler glanced back at her. "See you 'round the clubhouse, Penelope."
"I'll get you my number," she made herself smile, "so you won't have to go through the receptionist at the House if you want to see me again." He chuckled, then stepped out of the car with the smooth grace most of the Family <em>vojniks</em> seemed to have. She hiked her butt across the bench seat after him, eyes out into the night as Fowler straightened up on the sidewalk, but she knew she needed to be slick and fluid now as she took the Glock from where Bailey held it out behind him, his eyes on the side mirror.
She came out fast, the coolness of the night clamping around her, the gun already up at Fowler's chest. Two quick shots drove him to the concrete with a faintly surprised little grunt, his legs folding with the sudden shock of a body realizing it's in big trouble. Penelope's ears rang and her hand was numb; that hadn't felt like a nine millimeter, but by then she was staring down at his confused face, a face going pale, and she was bringing the Glock back up to his forehead.
"You cut the fingers off the wrong dude behind the Third Street Lounge, Fowler." She said it quietly, because at any moment a bystander might start listening. The <em>vojnik</em> could hear her, she saw, but barely. She leaned closer, avoiding the sight of his torn chest. "The zombie," she made herself say, "is you." His eyes showed disbelief, but that hardly mattered now; soon, they'd show nothing at all.
Her last shot went through his brain, took the back of his head, and splattered it across the sidewalk, but by the time his body slumped to the concrete she was already kneeling and pulling his wallet from his pocket; she swept a finger through it even as his leg twitched in a last, confused burst of disconnected thought. She ripped out all the cash she found in there, tossed the wallet into the gutter, and let herself fall back into Bailey's Mercury just ten seconds after she'd popped out.
The first few turns were fast, Bailey shaking any tail and fleeing the sound of the shots before he settled back onto Burgundy and drove coolly toward West Adams, paying attention to the speed limit. He didn't speak for a few minutes, by which time Penelope had the Glock in pieces in a greasy Ziploc bag. "You had to bring a .40?" she grated at last.
"It's what was available. Nobody wants .40 anymore, so when there's a gun that needs tossing, well, a .40 is what gets tossed." He watched in the rearview as she closed the bag. "Put it under the passenger seat. It'll go out on one of the ships, and be at the bottom of the ocean by lunchtime tomorrow." He glanced back. "You good?"
"I'm good." The numbness was already fading in her hand. She <em>really</em> preferred 9mm. "Where am I off to?"
"Your apartment. By the scenic route. Then you wait around in case the police call." His eyes found hers again. "What's the story?"
Penelope shrugged. "He was leaving after stepping out on his wife to fuck a Kurvy's girl. Someone rolled him for his money. A tale as old as time." She yawned again. "The cops won't look much further."
Bailey let the silence stretch. "It'll look like he fucked a Kurvy's girl?"
She nodded, remembering him inside her. "He <em>did</em> fuck a Kurvy's girl. They'll find me all over his dick, and you'll have to change the sheets completely." She shrugged. "I left plenty of evidence, and so did he. In case they need a timeline. And my alibi is no problem." Everyone at Kurvy's would be briefed: Penelope, the whore called Jovana, had been entertaining clients all evening.
"And nobody cares if the police poke around the brothel?"
She laughed, remembering the mayor's little cock in her own ass under the eye of the hidden cameras. "<em>Nema problem.</em>" She said it with the harsh Macedonian gutturals she'd been careful to conceal in the Container. "They won't look much further," she repeated, leaning her head back along the top of the seat once more. "Fowler's just a dead client now, a client who got unlucky and didn't pay attention when he left the House." Her eyes fluttered closed. "Next time? Bring a fucking nine millimeter."
He nodded, his eyes glinting approval. "You'll get what you get, <em>kurvanka</em>. This makes, what, two for you? You're hardly the most reliable shooter we have."
"Yet." His warning had no teeth, she knew: she'd done well tonight, and Bailey would report as much to Junior-Junior. She lifted her head to glare back at him. "And it's Penelope."
His face went dark as they passed out from under a streetlight. "Penelope," he allowed quietly as he brought them through the cloverleaf that led to Beachside Parkway. It passed in the night, unnoticed like every other cloverleaf.
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I shifted in my chair. I could feel his eyes on me, making it hard to focus on what Jessie and Jason were saying. The hair-raising sensation of being watched had goose bumps popping up on my skin. I looked around until I saw him. My stomach flip-flopped even as I tried to ignore him. Finnegan Kendrick: college nemesis. Okay, so he wasn't exactly my nemesis, but mentally I thought of him that way. I still held a grudge for the almost date we had two months ago...
***
I noticed him the first day of our European Lit class. He was easily the most handsome guy in the room. His auburn hair was short, and his pale blue eyes were striking in their intensity. His face was angular with a slim nose that fit his face well. I would guess he was about 6 feet tall; five or so inches taller than me. A baby blue polo and jeans couldn't quite disguise his muscular frame. He was drop dead gorgeous.
As for myself, I would admit to being attractive, although I definitely felt I was slightly out of Finn's league. At 5'7", weighing in at 130 I had a decent figure. Full hips, a round ass, and a 34D chest weren't bad to have. Dark brown, almost black hair fell halfway down my back in soft curls, and my big hazel eyes had a habit of changing with the weather. Usually they were a mixture of brown and green.
He sat right next to me that first day. Even then I would feel his eyes on me every so often. As the professor called names for attendance, I caught him looking once and smiled, one of those "aren't first days awkward, but nice to meet you" smiles, but he didn't smile back. The moment got slightly more awkward and I turned back to our overweight professor.
That evening when I got back to my dorm, I flopped onto my purple bed and tried to relax. My roommate Jessie, also my best friend from high school, came in ten minutes later with a huge smile. She jumped onto my bed with me. "Hey Logan, how's it goin'? she asked.
I sighed. "I miss winter vacation."
"Awe, come on. There are a ton of hot guys here this semester. One of them is in my anatomy class. You wouldn't have to ask me twice to check out his anatomy," she wiggled her blonde eyebrows suggestively.
I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her playfully. "You're ridiculous."
"C'mon Lo, don't tell me there wasn't at least one hot guy in all of your classes."
Immediately I thought of the guy from my English class. The teacher had called him Finn. He was hot, but there was something about him that made him seem... intense. I looked up at Jess, and my silence must have given me away because she had a huge grin on her face.
"So there was a hot guy," she prodded.
"Yes, he was hot, gorgeous actually. But he just kept staring like some brooding Edward Cullen. His name is Finn. He probably wouldn't be interested. Maybe I just had something in my teeth."
"Honey, you're sexy and he was staring, of course he was interested. When was the last time you got laid anyway?" she asked. This time instead of throwing a pillow, I threw my slippers instead.
"Hey!" she shouted playfully.
"Well if you weren't such a perv," I said with a smile, "I wouldn't have to throw things at you. I'm not even into the Edward type. Besides, my goal is to get a 4.0 this semester, and a boyfriend would probably just interfere."
"Whatever you say girlie, but I swear he's into you."
***
For a week I tried to ignore his stare, but it was driving me crazy. I didn't want to admit it, even to myself, but I was developing a crush on a guy I had never even spoken to. I had even turned down a lot of offers from hot guys on campus because the only guy I could think of was him. How was a smart girl like me falling for some brooding college guy? It seemed slightly reminiscent of Bella and Edward, and that thought alone made me cringe.
Finally one day I slid into my desk next to him, and when I felt his blue eyes on me I stared right back.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" I demanded to know. My question seemed to take him by surprise, I could see his brows furrow as he thought of a response. "Well?" I insisted.
"I don't know," he answered. The answer frustrated me, but the look on his face said that he was telling the truth and that he didn't necessarily like it.
The conversation ended there, and I turned and tried to pay attention to the professor. I felt his eyes roam over my body, and it almost felt like they were caressing me. It was difficult to sit still when my mind kept wondering exactly how much it would take to shake his calm. Wait a minute. What was I thinking? This guy had heartache written all over him, and I wasn't going to let some guy keep me from keeping my spot on the Dean's list. Periodically I would check the clock, impatient to get to my next class, away from his stare. As soon as English was over, I grabbed my book bag and headed for the door. I made it a few yards before I heard his deep voice call out.
"Logan, wait!"
I took a few more steps, debating, before I stopped and waited for him to catch up. He must have paid close attention in class to have learned my name. Either that or he had asked someone about me. I wondered which it was, and found both possibilities to mean that he was interested. My heart thumped at the thought, but I mentally scolded myself. I should stay away from the jerk.
I raised a brow and looked at him expectantly. He really tries my usual good humor.
"Would you go get coffee with me tomorrow morning?"
The question was unexpected and it took me a moment to think about it. The intelligent portion of me said no, I definitely shouldn't go. But the butterflies in my stomach told me that I wanted to. Before I could change my mind, I answered him.
"Okay, where?"
For the first time, I saw him smile, "The school café. I'll meet you there around 8:30?"
"Ummm, I have a class at 8:40, maybe 8 o'clock or 8:15?" I countered a little bit nervous.
"Okay, I'll see you then."
He smiled one last time, then turned and walked away. I couldn't decide if I felt excitement or regret. I decided to throw caution to the wind for just a little bit and be excited. I couldn't wait to finish up my classes so I could chat with Jessie. I pulled out my iPhone to send her a text.
'Girl talk later, I have news!'
My phone dinged a few moments later with her response. 'Finally!'
That evening I waited impatiently for Jess to get back. Her classes ran later than mine. The first thing I heard when she opened the door was "Alright, spill it sister."
"He asked me out!" I said happily.
"I told you he was into you! Are you going out to dinner?" she asked.
"Not dinner, coffee."
"Oh. Well coffee is nice, but not as good as dinner. Maybe he wants to feel you out before he asks you on a real date. It's easy to escape coffee if things go badly, but at dinner, you're stuck. At least if he ends up being a jerk you can flee more easily," Jess added. Her response left me slightly less excited and I think she noticed. "Don't worry Logan, you're smart and funny and gorgeous, and he's definitely going to like you."
I smiled at that. "Thanks Jess, now you have to help me pick out and outfit for tomorrow!"
The next morning I showed up to the College Union Café at 8:05. I wore dark blue skinny jeans, a cream colored V-neck under a brown leather jacket and some sexy brown boots. The outfit showed off my curves while giving me the hint of a wild edge. I tried to look calm instead of nervous, but I was looking forward to hearing more than a sentence from him.
I scanned the coffee shop, and at first I didn't see Finn. After a second glance I stopped cold. There he was, standing against the counter, with some stupid blonde plastered against him, looking like she was trying to give him bedroom CPR.
I didn't need to see any more. I turned on my heel and walked out of the building. Dejected, I sunk to the steps of Strosacker Hall. What the fuck? How did I agree to get coffee with a guy who wasn't only a player, but a bad one at that. Forget dinner one night. Seeing him in class would be bad enough. Thankfully, I only had English on Mondays and Wednesdays. That gave me four days to prepare myself for seeing him again. Only four days to try and figure out a way to keep from punching him in the face on Monday for being such a dick.
***
At 8 o'clock sharp Finn was at the café. He wasn't sure why he was so fascinated with Logan Hartley, but that didn't negate the fact that he was. The obvious reason was because she looked like a green eyed goddess, but it was more than that. There was something about her, maybe her smile, or her quiet intelligence, or possibly something else altogether. Whatever it was, it was captivating. He knew he stared, but he couldn't help it.
Finn was used to studying hard for his classes and pushing himself to excel in cross-country. He was determined to get a good education and a good job so he didn't end up like his father, a drunk who never kept a decent job. If not for his wonderful mother, he probably wouldn't even be in college right now. Luckily, his deadbeat father had passed away some years ago. Too bad memories didn't pass so easily.
Despite his determination, he found he couldn't ignore his attraction to Logan. So after a week he had given in and asked her out. Kind of. He could work on his social skills a little.
He checked his watch, only 8:01. Finn had just decided to go pick a table to wait at when Carina walked up to him. Cari was some blonde idiot his brother Tristan, a senior at the same college, had set him up on a date with last fall. Despite his brother's good intentions, the date had been a failure. Well, to Finn anyway. Carina was an airhead and completely annoying. She had that clingy air that made him grateful when it was over. And even though it had been a long dry spell for him, he declined when she offered to go home with him. Since then, she texted him non-stop and wasn't dissuaded by his lack of reply.
"Hey Finn, I've missed you handsome," she cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck. He groaned inwardly in misery.
"Well I didn't miss you Carina," he said back, hoping she would get the picture. Instead, she chuckled.
"Always such the joker. You don't have to be all macho, you can admit to missing me too," she responded happily. Finn put his hands to push her away, knowing that he had to get rid of her before Logan arrived. Without physically hurting her, there was nothing he could do. Cari had a death grip and was only getting in closer. She even leaned in farther, and all of the sudden her lips were on his. Her tongue probed the seam of his lips, seeking entrance.
Out of the corner of his eye, Finn saw Logan. The look on her face when her eyes found him made his stomach drop. Finally he pushed Carina hard enough to get her to back up, but Logan was already walking away. Finn looked back to Cari.
"Don't ever kiss me again. Stay away from me, and stop texting me you psycho!" With that said, he started walking away.
"You don't mean that Finn! Don't walk away from me! FINN!"
Finn didn't care, he had to get away from that crazy bitch before he slapped her. His mother would hunt him down if he ever hurt a woman. He also knew it wouldn't do any good to look for Logan. She wouldn't believe him even if he did try to explain. Hell, he wouldn't believe it if he were her. He probably never had a chance with her again. Well, at least he had four days to prepare before he had to face her. Somehow he didn't think it would be enough.
***
I waited outside of Jessie's class. I was in desperate need of a girl talk, and it couldn't wait. Jess could tell something was wrong when she came out.
"Uh oh. Tell me everyting."
And so I did. I told her about the stupid slutty blonde and Finn kissing her. "I liked him Jess. How could I like a guy like that?" I asked her seriously.
"Babe, most guys aren't that stupid. I don't see why he would have asked you out only to French some chick in front of you. But, I could be wrong. Men are pigs, right?"
"Right," I sighed. But I hadn't wanted this one to be a pig too. "He didn't even try to explain. He didn't come after me either."
"Men, ay."
***
Heat pooled between my thighs. Strong hands cupped my full breasts. Deft fingers tugged on my hard nipples. It felt so good I moaned. My hands gripped the sheets as soft lips traveled from my throat to my breasts, a tongue licking the valley between them. My eyes were shut against the ecstasy. I rubbed my thighs together, restless and needy. One of those strong hands slid down over the soft plane of my stomach to my silky wetness. One finger flicked my clit and I cried out in pleasure. I didn't want it to stop.
"Please," I begged, not sure what I was begging for, but wanting it all the same. I spread my legs farther apart, inviting the hand to touch me some more. Two fingers slid inside my pussy and my back bowed off the bed. I couldn't keep quiet and my head was thrashing on my pillow.
So long, it had been so long since I felt pleasure like this. And whoever was giving me said pleasure was exceptionally good at it. Teeth started biting my nipple, gently at first, then harder, until the pain mixed with the wonderful sensations jolting to my core. The hand between my legs must have been covered in my juices. I was getting closer to that peak, I needed it so badly. The hand slid out of me and I groaned in disappointment.
I wasn't disappointed for long. I felt him settle in the vee of my legs. He? My eyes flew open to see Finn above me. His intense blue stare trained on my face. Without warning, his cock slid into me. He filled me up completely in that one thrust, and I shouted when I felt the fullness. I was so tight that it hurt a little, but I craved every inch of him.
His usually stoic face showed his arousal, he looked like some Greek God above me, muscles straining, hips pumping. His dick was glistening with our juices as it sawed in and out of my hot pussy.
"Finn! Make me cum Finn, I need you, please!!" I was nearly screaming with the need to cum. His thick dick bumped my cervix each time he slid in, and I was so close. Just a little more, almost there.
He seemed to know exactly what I needed. He supported himself on one arm while he slid one hand to my pussy. He pinched and flicked my clit and I shattered around him, coming on his cock with a scream. My release triggered his, and as I felt his cock shoot his cum deep in me, I heard him shout my name...
"LOGAN! Wake up! I don't know what kind of dream you're having, but I can't sleep with you moaning like that!" Jess yelled at me. She threw a pillow at me, then grumpily rolled back over.
I tried to slow the racing of my heart. It was just a dream? Of course it was just a dream. I wasn't going to let some womanizer like Finn fuck me. No way! He was sexy and all, and if he hadn't been kissing that bimbo... No! No what ifs, and no Finn. Geez!
***
Two months later, Logan still wouldn't speak a word to him. The Monday morning after, he had attempted to talk to her, but she ignored him, and she had ignored him every day since. He didn't know what to do. So he tried his best not to think of her, except when she was right next to him. English was torture, smelling her fruity perfume, hearing her sexy voice. He was being punished for that episode with Carina by being put so close to something, someone that he couldn't have. He never lingered long in that room once class was over.
After class one day Finn went to the student union to relax and study. He was doing an assignment for his advanced biology class. From his table he saw Logan walk in with a skinny girl with strawberry blonde hair and some tall guy with brown hair. The trio chose a table not too far from his. He didn't like the way the guy was checking Logan out, but he had no place being jealous or territorial.
Finn tried to do his homework, but he was slower than usual. He spent half of his time watching Logan, and the one time their eyes met she scowled and looked quickly away. He didn't blame her, but he still wished he could explain. About ten minutes later, some techie started shouting.
"Hey! Everybody come here, you won't believe this video!! COME ON!"
His excitement drew you in, and everyone in the café gathered around him to see what the video was, including Logan. With all of the jostling, she ended up right next to Finn, even though she didn't look happy about it. Once everyone was quiet the techie turned on the video. There was some sort of news anchor on the screen. Before long everyone were stunned.
"Hello, this is an emergency broadcast from Vancouver, Canada. I am inside, as you can tell. Outside there are people, human beings, attacking other people. Men, women and children and turning into savage beasts, and tearing apart anything in their paths. They seem to have turned into cannibalistic animals," her voice was shaking, and we saw why. Some little girl in a pink sundress and white jacket had a chunk of her skull missing while she chewed on some fallen man's intestines. Growling could be heard from the creatures, as well as screams from the people running on the streets outside. "We caution you to remain indoors if you are in the area. Be aware of anyone that looks pale, won't speak, and has obvious injuries without being affected. If you are absolutely sure that this hasn't spread where you are, hurry to somewhere safe. Take food and weapons, and do not come out. Shoot them in the..."
Then there were screams and static as the video cut out. They were all stunned into silence. Could this really be happening? Those things looked like... zombies. But zombies couldn't be real, could they? Resident Evil was fiction, and so was The Walking Dead, right?
Finn felt a hand grip his, and looked to see Logan holding on tightly as she watched the screen. The techie scrolled down the page and found more videos from all over Europe and Asia. All posted within the past three days. He went to CNN.com and saw videos from the west coast. CNN wouldn't joke, or show edited videos to scare people. There were too many videos, it couldn't be a joke. All of the news channels were showing videos and warning alerts showed up on all of the other channels. This was real.
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"You're a dead woman, filthy Mutant," Slater said, and the tall, silver-haired, pale-skinned man aimed his shotgun at me. At this distance, even an old codger like Slater couldn't miss. Genetic wonder though I might be, I was far from invincible and we both knew it. A bullet to the head does to a Mutant exactly the same thing it does to a normal human. I couldn't run. Even with my speed, I was dust. What's a gal to do in situations like these?
"Hold up," I said, with my hands in the air, for I was honestly out of ideas. I looked into Slater's frosty blue eyes, and saw not a hint of mercy in them. The old man smiled cruelly. I had my rifle at my back and a foot-long curved knife on my waist sash, but I'd be dead before I reached either of them, even with my superhuman speed. He was going to end my life.
Slater ruled these parts and had quite a few men and women under his command. As a Landlord, he didn't get to his position by being nice. Mercy, pity and compassion went out of style ages ago, since the very end of the twenty-first century, which saw the modern world end in nuclear fire, and saw the improbable rise of Mutants...and Zombies.
It occured to me that I was about to die, at the tender age of twenty two, far from home, and at the hands of a frigging Landlord. What's a Landlord? A man or woman who runs or controls a territory, backed up by heavily armed men and women. They're a few sedentary types in a world where most people are on the move, in search of food and water. Some of them are formidable, like Slater here.
Earlier, it seemed like a good idea to raid Slater's compound, since it appeared promising, what with oil canteens, rusty but functioning cars, and a fully stocked wheat field and gardens in the back. In our world, this is considered the pinneacle of wealth. I thought I could take it from him. Now I was about to be dispatched to the next world for my hubris. It simply didn't seem fair...
"There's enough of that," came a deep, masculine voice, and half a second later, Slater suddenly dropped like a marionette whose strings got caught. Standing over him, wearing a bright smile, Antonius Pierre, leader of the Marauders, winked at me. I looked at my savior, and sighed in relief. I went to him, arms wide, and gave him a hug. Antonius gently kissed me on the forehead, and I buried my head against his chest.
"I got your back, Sheliza," Antonius said, and I looked up at him, and smiled. Antonius is six-foot-four, broad-shouldered, massively muscled, with smooth charcoal skin, a thick dark beard and a neatly shaved head. He's human, and originally from the remnants of metropolitan Detroit, Michigan. A place which my kind, the Mutants, consider to be almost sacred ground because so many of us came from that region.
"Thanks big bear," I replied, and Antonius ran his hand through my long, unruly blonde hair, then poked me in the nose. Normally, I would feel annoyed by such a gesture but today I'm actually relieved. For a man his size, Antonius can move with surprising speed and stealth. He'd snuck up on Slater and knocked out the old bastard, saving my life in the process.
"What do we do with him?" came another voice, and I looked past Antonius, at Shoukri Abdi, the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, curvy young Somali Muslim woman originally from Minnesota. My sister, I thought with a smile. Shoukri smiled back at me, and then gave a swift kick to Slater's insensate body. I smiled with satisfaction as the old buzzard moaned in pain but did not wake up. He would never wake up, I'd make sure of it.
"Problem solved," I said, as I took my blade from its sheath, and slit Slater's throat with it. Blood oozed out of the wound, and in the hot desert sun, the old Landlord breathed his last. I counted to sixty and sure enough, Slater's eyes opened, and a deep, guttural, hunger-filled moan emanated from his mouth. The Landlord was gone, and something else had come to take residence in his body.
I shoved my blade into Slater's skull, and destroyed his brain. Instantly, the Zombie that Slater had become stopped moving. Destroy the brain and you kill the thing, whether it's a human, a Mutant or a Zombie. I killed the old man twice, and felt nothing but a sense of satisfaction. Antonius looked away, but Shoukri Abdi smiled at me, nodding in approval. I returned her smile, and we bumped fists. Shoukri is a killer, like me. We do what has to be done.
"The loot is ours," Shoukri said, and I nodded, as the final member of our group, a young Asian guy named Mario Yan, appeared. Six foot-one and lanky, with dark hair, bronze skin and a jovial, friendly face marred by a few scars, Mario is our little clan's tracker. He can find anyone anywhere. In his hand he held a bloody machete, evidence of a fierce fight against the other members of Slater's compound.
"There's no more of them," Mario said, and I watched him wipe his bloody machete against his coat, and then put it back in its sheath. The four of us, with Antonius in the lead, headed to Slater's compound, to loot the dead man's treasures. It was a veritable treasure trove. Fruits and vegetables, oil for cars, tons of weapons, and domestic animals such as goats and sheep. Slater had been quite wealthy by post-Apocalyptic standards. This was a good raid.
We took about all that we could fit into the back of our Rider, an old Pickup truck that's probably older than me. We set the sheep and goats free, let them roam in the wilderness and find what scarce grass and water remain. If we left them in the pen, they'd get mauled down by any Zombies which happened by, drawn by their scent. In the wild, like any living creatures, at least they'll have a chance.
We Marauders knew better than to stick around Slater's lair. The Landlord might be dead, along with the seven men and three women that were part of his compound, but there might be more of his people on their way back. We got what we needed, plus a little extra, and were on the move once again. That's what it means to be a Marauder.
Now, given the state of the affairs between humans and Mutants in this post-Apocalyptic world, you might wonder what someone like myself is doing with humans. I, Sheliza Hauser, am a Mutant. That's true. I should also tell you that I don't believe genetics are everything. I'm an intelligent being and make my own choices. I'm my own woman. Fate cast my lot with these people, and they're my family.
I first saw the light of day near Detroit, Michigan, in a Creche. I'm older than I look, having been left behind when the First Ones left. You see, many decades ago, when the United States and Europe were duking it out with the Islamic World Powers, they secretly used cutting edge technology to genetically engineer a breed of super-soldiers to fight the battles they never could.
Hundreds of us genetic wonders emerged from these underground bunkers after the Nuclear war devastated the entire world, and rather than fight a war between rival factions of humanity, we became humanity's ultimate rivals. We banded together for survival, forming different Clans, and taking on the post-Apocalyptic world and all that it had to throw at us. We've multiplied while the number of humans went down, and they absolutely hate us for it.
Once upon a time, I loathed the humans with a passion. I saw them as a breed that had seen its heyday, and needed to get out of the way. Like an old boxer who must leave the ring and make way for the new boxing champs, as my Antonius likes to say. I've never seen a boxing match so I'll take his word for it. I've since changed my mind about humanity, though.
Look, I'm not foolish enough to believe that the humans and my fellow Mutants will hug and become brothers. This isn't happening any time soon. We've killed too many of each other's friends, allies and families for that to happen. However, there is a threat that both halves of the Homo Sapiens species, human and Mutant, cannot afford to ignore, lest we all go extinct...
For decades now, Mutants and humans have been fighting one another all over the world. In our infinite stupidity, the breed known as Homo Sapiens, both the artificially enhanced Mutants and the natural-born humans, gave rise to a worst breed, the Zombies. These days, any person who gets bitten by a Zombie becomes one of those slow-moving, non-breathing, flesh-eating nightmares. Doesn't matter if you were a human or a Mutant, get bit and you're one of them.
The way I figure it, it won't be long before both humans and Mutants are outnumbered by the damn Zombies. If we're not careful, they will inherit what's left of the planet Earth long after we're gone. We've had to fight hordes of them, my fellow Marauders and I, in places where foolish people fail to clean up after themselves. We always take care of our own, and we take care of our rivals and enemies too.
In this world, given the way things are, only one rule truly matters. Clean up after yourself. I don't care if you're a goody-two-shoes, or a serial killer, a power-hungry warlord or a die-hard pacifist. Clean up after yourself. If your best friend, lover, family member or worst enemy dies, do the world a favor and destroy their brain before burying or cremating them. Otherwise you're the worst kind of asshole.
We refueled the Rider and even found some spare tires that fit it in Slater's compound. With two extra tanks of fuel, we ought to be good for a while. We returned to our lair, a massive cavern system hidden from view by an endless sea of wind-swept dunes. We barely have to cover our tracks in this area. The wind blows everything away. Nice, huh?
"Home sweet home," Antonius says, and I smile at him as he squeezes my hand. Antonius and I are lovers, but it goes deeper than that, our bond. Prior to meeting him, I hated all humans, just as I figured all humans hated my kind, the Mutants. Antonius showed me that there's room for basic decency in this turbulent, at times terrifying world that we live in...
Three years ago, I was a member of a group of Mutants known as the Magyar Clan. The leader, a tall, handsome, charismatic Mutant named Alexander Magyar, ruled the Clan with his sister Rachel Magyar. Alexander was tall, handsome, muscular, with blond hair, alabaster skin and blue eyes. He was a magnificent leader, and his Clan was over a hundred strong, feared by both Mutants and humans.
There are dozens of Clans of Mutants around the world, and we're in competition with other Mutants, and sometimes band together against the humans. These days, we Mutants are a prolific breed. The post-nuclear environment seems to have impacted the humans fertility rates, and their numbers are declining worldwide. By contrast, Mutant females like myself are highly fertile, and the future looks bright for the Mutant subspecies.
I was an Infiltrator, a Mutant female trained to seduce and infiltrate both human compounds and Mutant Clans. Now, I've got other skills and I'm an excellent fighter and a great sniper, and knife-fighting happens to be one of my top skills, but someone felt I'd make a better spy. The matriarch of the Magyar Clan, Rachel Magyar, decided that I'd be a better Infiltrator than a soldier.
Blame it on my good looks, I guess. I'm five-foot-ten, sturdy and curvy, with blonde hair, large breasts and an ample derriere that men and certain women can't stop staring at. I would go out and pretend to be a loner, and meet humans and Mutants, gain their trust, learn all I could about them and report back to the Magyar Clan. Using the information I provided about our rivals strengths and weaknesses, they'd mount a successful raid against them. I was good at my job...until my world changed.
One night, the Zombie horde came, and they happened upon our camp. We of the Magyar Clan fought bravely, but even our superhuman strength and speed were no match for the thousands of fearless, ravenous Undead things which came for us. By morning, most of us had been devoured or infected. Man or superman, one simply cannot hold off indefinitely against the Undead...
I was on a hill, with hundreds of Zombies converging on my position. A woman alone against a horde of monsters, I thought I was dead for sure, and then Antonius and company came. Antonius manned a heavy-duty machine gun he had, mowing them the Zombies, and he and his friends saved me. I was surprised, to say the least, but they saved my ass. I've been with them ever since.
"Back there, that was cold, what you did," Antonius said to me as we lay in bed together later that night. I rolled my eyes, seeing him perfectly well in the dark, thanks to my superior night vision. I bit my lip, wishing that Antonius would let me frigging sleep instead of going on and on about stuff that really didn't matter. What's done is done, dammit...
"Antonius, my love, I did what I had to do," I replied, wishing he'd drop the subject. I've seen Antonius kill before. Last month, we got attacked by a band of Mutants called the Shatter-Star Clan. Back in the day, they'd been rivals of the Magyar Clan, until we grew too big under Alexander Magyar's leadership, and they fled from our superior numbers whenever we ran into them.
Now, you might think that I felt conflicted, as a Mutant woman, about fighting fellow Mutants to protect my human family. I didn't. The Shatter-Star Clan, led by a tall, beautiful, dark-skinned female Mutant named Ravanna Lopes and her lover, Lupita Donkor, was close to a hundred strong and a force to reckon with. I did not underestimate them, not one bit.
As I fired upon the Shatter-Star Clan's men and women, I saw it as doing what had to done, that's all. I don't enjoy killing, far from it. I wanted Antonius to understand that. He's stranger than anyone, Mutant or human, that I'd ever met. A man with morality and a sense of decency who was somehow thriving during the Apocalypse...
"Sheliza, the old man didn't have to die," Antonius said, and I barely stopped myself from scoffing at that. Antonius and his overblow sense of morality. How have you survived so long, you handsome fool? I thought as I caressed Antonius beard. He tensed, obviously he had something else to say, but as I snuggled against him, he didn't rebuff my advances.
"I don't want to talk about it," I whispered, and I pressed my curvy body against Antonius, and he reacted to me. Just like I knew he would. I'm designed to seduce both men and women. My curvy, sexy body makes them wanton desire. I've bedded and killed too many to count. The only difference here is that I actually like Antonius, and prefer that he remains alive, even if he irks me...
"Temptress," Antonius says softly, his voice barely above a whisper, and I draw closer still, and his hands cup my breasts, and proceed to caress them. I'm naked under the covers, the desert heat doesn't completely vanish at night, but actually amplifies, depending on where one is. Luckily, our cave is nice and cool. Antonius grins as I roll on top of him, seeking his heat...
"Whatever, you know you want this body," I reply, smiling as I straddle Antonius. I feel him harden under me even as he continues to caress my breasts with one hand and my big round buttocks with the other. I yelp as he playfully slaps my derriere, and just like that, the fun really begins. Woman and man, dark skin and pale skin, we all need each other at the end of the day...
"Shut up and ride me," Antonius says in a commanding tone, and I grab his manhood, which is long, thick and dark. I stroke him, then rub his dick against my vagina. With a swift thrust Antonius enters me, and I start riding him. I welcome his manhood inside of me, and moan deeply while my vaginal muscles grip him. Oh it's on, I thought, as Antonius began to fuck me silly.
There's something unique about making love like this, barely removed from the rocky floor thanks to our bed of furs, and I relish it. Antonius fucks me with deep, passionate strokes. I ride him, my breasts swaying this way and that, and I welcome the deliciously hot pain I feel down below as he fills me with his manhood.
Prior to meeting Antonius, I found human lovers, female and male, to be subpar, though a number of us do try. They simply cannot match a superwoman like myself in stamina and passion...or so I thought. Antonius is blessed with a long, thick member, and he knows what to do with it, believe me.
"Fuck me silly," I squeal, a little while later, as Antonius takes me on all fours. Face down and ass up, I cry out as he drills his dick into me. He grips my long blonde hair and yanks my head back as he fucks me. He smacks my thick ass, and fills my pussy with his huge member. I grind my ass against him and sass him as he fucks me, and he answers in kind. I surrender to my dark prince, and he takes me to the edge of passion...and beyond.
"Sheliza, how do you feel, darling?" Antonius asks me, and I purr like a kitten and smile at him instead of answering with words. I rest my head against his chest and listen to his rhythmic heartbeat. My body is pleasurably sore, especially down below, thanks to the pounding I just received. I'm a happy woman as Antonius falls asleep with his arms around me...
"I feel wonderful, my love," I reply at last, as Antonius starts to snore. I roll off of him, and lie next to him. A slight breeze blows through the cavern. The others are fast asleep. We sleep in shifts, with one of us on guard duty at all times during the night. Usually, I do more guard duty than anybody else, but lately, I haven't felt up to it. Unable to sleep, I grab my clothes, gently kiss Antonius on the forehead, and go for a walk.
"Salaam, sister," Shoukri Abdi says, and I smile at her. The tall young woman stands guard, rifle in hand, machete on a sheath in her waistband. I cautiously approach her, and we shake hands. Shoukri looks me up and down, and her eyes narrow, focusing on my midsection, and her smile vanishes, then she meets my gaze questioningly.
"Salaam, Shoukri, and yes, you are right," I whisper, as I rub my belly, which is still mostly flat, and Shoukri smiles and nods. Certain things women are the first to know, whether artificially enhanced or regular. We differ from men in fundamental ways, and that's the way the Universe intended it. I return Shoukri's smile, and she draws closer, gently touching my belly.
"Does Antonius know?" Shoukri asks, and I shake my head. I haven't told Antonius yet. I've been waiting for the right time to tell him. Life is hard out here in the desert, under radioactive skies, in a landscape teeming with danger. What kind of a world am I bringing my son or daughter into? Antonius and I will have our hands full, that's for sure.
"Waiting for the right time to tell Antonius," I reply, and Shoukri smiles, nodding understandingly. Genetic differences between ordinary humans and the artificially enhanced ones like myself are slight, but people are dying all over this Nuclear-ravaged planet because of those slight differences. The arrival of a half-human, half-Mutant offspring might upset a lot of people on both sides...
"Congrats to you, Sheliza, and to Antonius too, I guess," Shoukri says, and I smile and give my friend a hug. We are quite alike, Shoukri and I. Women who have to be ruthless to survive in a harsh world, but we care about our friends and loved ones underneath it all. Women are the backbone of every Clan, human and Mutant alike. This isn't going to change anytime soon.
Soon I will reveal my pregnancy to Antonius. Nothing's going to be the same, for any of us. Change is the only constant in our Universe. Looking at the sky, I notice a few stars, barely visible among the dour radioactive clouds. I silently pray to a Supreme Being I'd never truly put stock on in and plead for a better world for my son or daughter. Together Shoukri and I watch over the others until dawn...
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<I>Dear Readers: I hope you like the new type of story I'm starting. I plan to make it much longer. There isn't anything steamy in this chapter, but there will be soon. This isn't a quick read, so for those of you that take the time to read it. I do apologize if there are any typos or grammatical errors. As always, please comment and/or vote!!</I>
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I numbly walked back to our table and sunk into my chair. This was really happening? Maybe I was hallucinating. I looked to Jessie and Jason but they had the same look on their faces that I knew was on mine. Abruptly I realized there was still a hand wrapped around mine. I followed the arm to its owner and saw Finn. Where had he come from? My addled brain wondered. His touch was very comforting and I almost didn't remember the leggy blonde. Almost.
I yanked my hand back and cradled it as if I'd been burned. "What are you doing here?" I asked haughtily. His face was set in grim lines.
"Well right now, I'm wondering the same thing as you: How did this happen and what are we going to do? But I guess you might mean what am I doing near you after that day in the café."
"And what are you doing over here?" I prodded. A quick glance at my companions showed that they were very interested in the conversation.
"That girl, Carina, I didn't want her to kiss me Logan. I was waiting for you."
He seemed sincere, but I rationalized that maybe he was just a good liar. Just thinking back to that scene made me feel sick. "Sure you were, some gorgeous blonde just happened to fall on your lips."
Wow, way to go Lo, shouldn't we have kept the cards a little closer to our chest, hm?
"No. Listen, my brother set me up on a date with her last semester because he doesn't think I get out enough. I had never met her before that and it was a disaster. She's nuts, and a stalker. I swear I can't get rid of her. Believe me, I've tried."
"Then why didn't you just push her away?"
The look on his face turned pleading. "I did, you weren't around long enough to see."
I thought about it. Did I believe him? I looked to Jess to see if she would say something, but she didn't. Instead it was Jason that spoke up.
"Actually Logan, it's probably true. My friend Eric went on a date with her once, and he told me she was crazy. She stalked him for a few weeks until she found a new target."
Okay, so he probably was telling the truth. How was I supposed to know the other day in the café? I'm not a mind reader. Did it even change anything? Well, even if THAT did change anything, the pending apocalypse certainly did. Would we really stay long enough to finish the semester? It wasn't like the college was all that secure. If zombies were coming, I didn't want to be here.
"Okay Finn. I'll take your word for now. But we need to figure out what to do." The wheels in my head started turning. "I'm going to call my dad. He used to kind of work with the government. He'll know what to do. But first I think we should head back to the dorm, and we should have a car ready nearby. Finn what do you drive?"
"I have a Jeep Grand Cherokee."
"Okay, well that's not bad. How about you Jason?" I asked. Jessie and I both had small sedans, not the best vehicle for fleeing zombies or driving through a flesh-eating mob.
"Actually, I have an H2," he said proudly. "It was a gift from my parents." Jess and I were dumbstruck.
"What's that?" we asked. Jason let out a sigh.
"It's a hummer ladies."
"Perfect! You and Finn go grab your cars, and meet us by the girls' dorm next to the library. Room 213"
"I'm grabbing my brother too, he's cool don't worry," Finn replied.
"Okay, see you in twenty."
Jessie and I walked cautiously back to the dorm's, looking over our shoulder the entire time. It seemed almost normal except for the few students rushing around with packed suitcases or speeding through campus. When we made it back to the dorm we shut the door quickly behind us and locked it. We curled up together on the bed, and I quickly dialed my dad on my phone. He picked up on the first ring.
"Daddy?" My voice came out scared and quiet, like when I was little and afraid of the monsters under my bed. With that thought, I prayed there weren't any hidden zombies beneath my bed right now.
"Logan? Baby are you okay??" There was a sense of urgency in his voice.
"I'm fine Daddy, but what's going on?"
"We aren't exactly sure, but pretty soon everyone's going to go crazy. I need you to listen to me. Do you remember Mr. Mackey?"
"You mean Professor Mackey? I haven't met him, but I've heard of him. He teaches government and history."
"Yes Baby, but you did meet him when you were little. I'm going to tell him where to find you okay? He's going to come to your dorm in about an hour. Before then, back one suitcase full of your things. Tell Jessie to do the same. No frilly clothes, pack jeans and sweaters, boots if you have them. And in another bag, pack all of the food you have in your room. Still there Lo?"
"Yes, I'm listening..."
"Okay, once you're packed up, he's going to drive with you to his house. He's got some things to pick up there, but it isn't far away. He lives in Brandon. After you stop there, you're going to be stopping at a store, maybe a department store or a shopping center. By then people will probably breaking in. If they are, be careful, and take what you need. Mr. Mackey will keep you safe. If the store hasn't been broken into, use your emergency credit card I gave you. Honey?"
It took me a moment to realize he was asking a question. "Yes?"
"You remember how to shoot a gun right? All those days we went to the range, you didn't forget everything did you?"
"No daddy, I remember how to use a gun."
"Good, Mr. Mackey will give you one to use. Keep it on you at all times unless he tells you different. Okay, after shopping, it's going to be a little longer of a drive, but you're going to drive to the ship port in Tampa. I'm already here. I'll be on the boat. If you try to call me again, and it doesn't work, just do what I told you. I'll be right here, okay?"
"Okay. But Dad? It's not just me and Jessie, there are a few other people coming with us. Will there be room?"
"Yes Baby, that's fine, but try to keep it as small as you can okay? I've already got Jessie's parents here, you can tell her that."
"Okay. Daddy?"
"Yes Logan?"
"I love you."
"I love you too Baby Girl, try to stay safe."
"You too."
He chuckled, "I'll be safe. Just listen to Mr. Mackey. See you soon."
The click signaled that the call was over. I looked to Jess.
"Did you hear all that?" I asked. She nodded. She was right next to me after all.
"I'm glad my parents are there. Do you think we'll be safe on a boat?" she asked. I nodded.
"My dad always knows what to do. And since we're going to a larger port, my guess is that it will be a big ship. Big ships sail out into deep water, and I doubt zombies can swim under miles and miles of water."
"Good point. Well, let's pack."
A few minutes after we started packing there was a knock on the door. Both of us girls jumped, wondering what was on the other side of the door.
"It's Jason, open up!"
With a breath of relief we did what he asked. He came in with a duffel and set it down to close the door.
"Did you see Finn?" I asked.
"No, but he'll probably be here soon. Everyone's going crazy. They're all leaving, even the professors. No sign of zombies yet, but a few guys even broke into the school convenience store. It's chaos. When are we leaving?"
"In less than an hour. I'll give you the run-down when Finn gets here so I don't have to repeat myself," I replied. Jess and I continued to pack as I worried about Finn. How far away did he live? Where was he? Was he okay? And then I felt stupid. I barely knew the guy, why did I care so much? I calmed down a few minutes later when I heard another knock and his voice through the door.
"It's Finn."
I rushed over and opened the door, only to have the breath knocked out of me. There he was alright, with another handsome guy, and that stupid blonde!!
"Logan, I'm sorry. She was hanging with the same people my brother was and she refused to leave. And of course this is my brother Tristan." So that explained the other Greek God. Finn looked like he swallowed an egg, but I really didn't care. I didn't want that bitch coming with us.
"We couldn't leave her alone when the world is about to be overrun with zombies," Tristan said helpfully. He sent an apologetic look to his brother. The blonde was shooting daggers my way with her eyes, but I shot them right back.
"Fine, come in."
Only Tristan and Finn had bags with them. Blondie didn't, and I got a small amount of pleasure out of the fact.
"Okay, so what is the plan?" Jason asked again. I took a deep breath.
"I called my dad," Blondie rolled her eyes, "he used to work for the government." I added for Tristan's benefit. "Do any of you know Professor Mackey?"
Finn nodded. "I had him last semester. He's a good prof, but he can be strict."
That sounded like someone that would be friends with my father. "Okay, well he'll be here soon. He and my dad are friends. When he gets here, we're going to leave. We have to stop at his house for a few things, then a store, and then we'll be heading to the port in Tampa. My dad has a boat waiting there. We're going to get on the boat, and probably get out into the ocean."
"A boat? How are we supposed to live on a boat? What about food?" asked the blonde bimbo. I gave her a sharp look, reminding myself that it would probably look bad to Finn and his brother if I strangled her.
"Listen Blondie, it's probably more of a ship than a boat. My dad is an intelligent guy, he has a plan. But," I paused for emphasis, "you could just stay here. You don't have to come at all. So if you don't like the plan, leave."
"My name is Carina," she spat.
"Well then, Carina, are you staying or going?" I asked angrily. She didn't respond other than to cross her arms and stare me down, so I assumed she was staying.
Jess and I finished packing in a room that was now filled with awkward silence. Before too much longer the door opened to a face that took me a few minutes to recognize. I was sure Jess would recognize him too once she thought about it. My dad was right, I just always knew Mr. Mackey by his first name, and he wasn't really that old. Well, older than us, but not quite my dad's age. I think he was about 30.
"Ricky?" I asked.
"Logan?" he asked.
I probably looked different than I had the last time he saw me. Eight years ago I had been only 12, an innocent little girl with a crush on someone almost twice my age. He had been just as good looking then as he was now. During the summers that my dad took him under his wing I would follow him as often as I could, Jessie too. He would take us to the beach sometimes, or watch us if my dad was called out of town. He had let me snuggle up and watch movies with him. To me, I was excited to snuggle such a handsome boy, while he was probably just being nice to his mentor's little girl. Nothing more had ever happened, but he was my first crush.
Rick walked into the room and swept me into a big bear hug. Who would've thought that we would somehow end up at the same college? It felt good to have someone I trusted hold me close for a minute. He drew back a little but still kept me in the circle of his arms.
"It's good to see you kid. Though it's hard to recognize you without the pigtails," he said with a smile. I blushed a little and smiled back.
"Well, you're kinda old now, but I can still recognize you too," was my cheeky response. He chuckled before his eyes finally drifted to the other five people in the room. I followed his gaze and realized Finn was watching Rick like a hawk.
"Hello everyone, I'm Rick Mackey. Hey Jess," he said, smiling at my friend. Jess blushed under his gaze as I had.
"Rick, this is Jason, Finn, Tristan, and" and I paused unhappily, "Carina."
Rick looked at me during the pause, and I could tell he wanted to ask about Carina. I was sure he would, probably later.
"Are you all ready to go?" he asked. We nodded. "If you want to call your parents and have them meet us at the dock, you can try. Tell them to mention the name Roan Hartley when we get there."
"I brought my Hummer, and Finn has a Grand Cherokee," Jason added helpfully.
"Okay, we can take those. Jason, if you don't mind I'll drive the Hummer. You, Jess and Lo can ride with me. Finn, you can drive your SUV with Tristan and Carina. Let's go."
Finn didn't look happy with the riding assignments, but he didn't complain. Those of us that had bags grabbed them, and we headed back down to the cars. Jason had been right: it was chaos out here. There was running and screaming, but thankfully, no zombies. Yet.
We loaded the bags into the back of the vehicles, but before we piled in and drove off, Rick pulled Finn aside. "Here's the address to my house, this is where we're going next." He handed him a black walkie-talkie. "They're already set to the same channel. If you get lost or something happens, use it."
On that note, we got into the cars. Rick got in the driver's seat and me the passenger seat with Jason and Jess behind us. I heard Jason on the phone with his parents.
"My parents are going to make it there! My little sister too."
"That's nice Jason, hopefully we'll be there soon" Jessica said.
Rick took the back way out, but there were still a lot of cars. Eventually we ended up in a traffic jam. When it came to a standstill, Rick got on the walkie-talkie.
"Finn?" Click.
"I'm listening."Click.
The sound of his voice made my stomach flip over.
"We're going to take a different route. Just follow me, alright?"
"Sure thing Rick."
As soon as the car in front of us gave us enough room to move, Rick drove the hummer off the road into the field beside it. Finn's Jeep sat there a moment before he realized what was going on. Soon, however, he was right behind us again. We continued like that, riding beside the road until we turned off onto an empty road. The houses on it already looked deserted. I wondered where everyone else was going. Finally, we stopped in front of a white house. Rick turned to us.
"This is my house. I've got to go in and get a few things. Logan, you can come with me. We won't be long. Jason, can you get on the walkie-talkie and tell Finn and the others?"
Jason nodded and grabbed the walkie-talkie, but Rick and I were already off.
Once inside the house, I was tossed a large bag.
"What are we grabbing Rick?"
"Right now, follow me to the kitchen and grab food, and then we have to pack something else."
I followed him and did as I was told. I packed all of the non perishables and he grabbed a cooler for the colder food like the meat and the milk. Once it was packed he looked up.
"Let's carry these out so they can load them up, and then we'll come back in for the rest."
We dropped them outside the door and Rick ran over to the Jeep to have Finn pack them up in his car. Then he jogged back over.
"Okay Doll, follow me," he led me through the house and into the basement. The door had a keypad lock on it. Rick carefully punched in the code and the door opened to reveal a nice collection of weaponry. Most of it was composed of firearms, but there were some bows and swords as well. He grabbed two more bags and started putting the more conventional weapons in, like semi-automatic pistols, some rifles, a couple shotguns, and a few shorter swords and daggers.
"Logan? See that stack of bullet boxes over there? Grab them and fit as many as you can into that bag. If you can't fit it all, try to pack a variety."
"Okay Rick." I started setting the boxes into the bag, careful to grab different calibers. All but a few boxes fit. Rick was finished too. He looked so much more serious than the Ricky I knew as a little girl. I was definitely glad he had come to my rescue.
"Ricky?" I asked tentatively. The tone of my voice had him looking up slowly.
"Yes Logan?" he responded carefully.
"I'm glad you came, that you're here. I know my dad probably asked, but thank you." I walked over and hugged him really quick. He felt stiff for a moment, and I was about to pack off when he hugged me back.
"I still would have come for you Brat. Though I guess I can't still call you that, you've grown up a lot. I'm happy not to be alone too." He planted a soft kiss on the top of my head, and then slowly pulled away.
He tucked a .45 pistol into the back of his jeans and handed me a smaller Beretta. "Your dad said he taught you how to shoot, you know how to use this right?"
I felt the weight of the fun in my hand. Gripping it with my right, I slid the magazine out with my left. Full. I pulled the slide back a little to peek in the chamber, no round in there. Then I raised the gun in a modified Weaver, pointing it toward an empty concrete wall. It felt pretty good, and all of the lessons my dad gave me came flooding back. I flipped the safety on, and following Rick's example, wedged it into the back of my tighter jeans. He had a grin on his face.
"I'll take that as a yes. My guess is that Jessie doesn't know how to shoot a gun and I'm not giving anyone else one until I get to know them better."
I smiled back and agreed. I struggled to carry the heavy bag of ammunition, so Rick took it from me and he carried both. Back outside he quickly loaded those bags into our vehicle. He got behind the wheel once more and waiting for Finn to back out behind him. Now on our way he asked Jason for the walkie-talkie.
"Finn?"
"Yes."
"Time to do some shopping. We need to bring supplies with us. There's a large store about 2 miles ahead. We're going to go there, then I'm going to go in with you and Jason." He navigated easily while talking. "We need food, things that don't need to be refrigerated. We also need first aid supplies. Any useful tools, things like matches or lanterns, grab it. And if you see soil, dirt or seeds for fruits and vegetables, grab those too. Some clothing if it's there and we have the time."
Soon we were at the store. The windows were broken and people were running in and out, most carrying armfuls of merchandise. It appeared that the cashiers and management had fled. I was glad now for the pistol that Rick had, and for the one that he had given me. Finn hurried over to the Hummer to meet up with Finn and Jason. Rick handed me his walkie-talkie.
"Logan, take this one. I have another on me, and Finn's is in the other car. If something happens, you call for me, okay Doll?"
"I will. Be careful," I said, looking between him and Finn.
They went in, and I sat in the silence biting my nails. I looked back at Jess. "I can't believe this is happening."
"What that good ole Ricky came to rescue you? And that he still happens to be really handsome? And that he's looking at you like he never has before?" she asked with a smile.
"That's not what I was talking about," I laughed, but I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I thought back to Finn and groaned. Two gorgeous men that I had crushes on when the end of the world was coming, just my luck.
***
Finn followed the directions he'd been given. People were acting like crazy animals, though still no zombies. He tried to just put one foot in front of the other for now. Tristan had tried calling their mother and aunt in Miami, but hadn't managed to get an answer. They were starting to wonder something had happened to her. He had to keep a tight rein on himself or he would lose it.
Carina was being especially annoying. He was unhappily stuck with her for the remainder of the drive. She was whiney and clingy, and she just wouldn't shut up. On top of that, Professor Mackey seemed awfully close to Logan, and he didn't like the way he looked at her. Rick, ugh. When he'd referred to Logan as "Doll" Finn had the irrational urge to punch the guy. After all, he should be grateful. Thanks to Rick and Mr. Hartley, he was better off than most people right now. Their plan was a decent one. Zombies couldn't swim too well, and they sure as Hell wouldn't be able to swim in the ocean. Hell, what a good term. Life was turning into Hell on Earth.
Once the three had gathered all that they could, they carried their goods back to the cars. Finn was doubtful that it would all fit, but somehow it did. All packed. They got back on the road again. When traffic was too bad, they drove around it. Both the Jeep and the Hummer were good on rough terrain.
When we finally arrived at the port of Tampa, the sun was starting to set. There was a huge chain link fence surrounding the port we wanted to enter. Men with guns at their sides guarded the entrance. A call came over the radio. "Don't get out of the car unless I tell you to."
***
Rick looked at me then Jess and Jason. "That goes for you too. Stay here."
I watched closely as he left to speak with the guards. The conversation was short before he climbed back in. He put the Hummer back in drive and drove through. Slowly, Finn followed. When the cars finally stopped we were in front of what looked like a large cruise ship. There were more men loading boxes and bags into the cargo area. There were also what I would guess to be oil drums, a lot of them. I looked over to the ramp that led onto the passenger part of the ship and saw my father. Once he spotted the cars and headed towards them, I jumped out and ran to him.
"Daddy!" I yelled, throwing myself into his arms. Jessie's parents came out too, and she ran to them in a similar fashion. My dad spun me around and hugged me tight.
"Glad you made it kiddo." He looked up to Rick. "Thank you. I wouldn't have trusted anyone more to bring her here safe." Rick nodded. "So who are your friends Logan? Other than Jessie of course." He smiled at my friend.
As the other piled out of the cars I introduced them. "This is Jason, Tristan, Finn, and Carina."
"Nice to meet you," he responded as he let me go. He indicated a man to his right. "This is Marc, he'll take you to one of the dining areas. There are about 140 of us total so far, give or take twenty. Everyone should be in the dining room. Wait there until I come back in with Rick. You can take any personal belongings with you."
Those of us that had bags grabbed them and followed Marc, with the exception of Rick. My eyes went to his a moment for we walked up the ramp and onto the ship with Jessie's parents. Inside the lobby, we got into the elevator for a short trip, and after that it was just a short walk.
The room itself was gorgeous. The occasional chandelier hung from the ceiling, shining bright light. The walls were golden, and each table was covered with a spotless white tablecloth that hung nearly to the floor. Beautiful paintings adorned the walls and a mosaic covered the floor. I would be excited to be here if it were under just about any other circumstances.
In the dining room there was a low hum of conversation. Some people were crying, some people seemed angry, and some people just seemed numb. In that moment, I wondered why I wasn't having some sort of emotional reaction. Maybe it was because I was lucky enough to have every human being I had cared about for the past 10 years on the ship with me. My mom had passed away when I was a girl, so my dad was the only family I had left. And Jess was here, along with her family. Rick and Finn were also here, yet I didn't want myself to dwell on that thought at the moment.
We chose an empty table on the outskirts of the crowd and sat down together. Jessie looked happy to be with her parents and sat between them. Mr. and Mrs. Swain looked like they couldn't be happier than to have their only daughter back. Finn sat beside me, Carina on his other side next to Tristan. Finn had a worried look on his face. While that was exactly out of the blue considering our situation, I still felt compelled to ask.
"What's wrong Finn?"
He was silent for a minute before he finally answered. "Tris and I have been trying to get a hold of our mother, but she hasn't answered." What he left unsaid was that they feared the zombies had claimed her. Not knowing what to say, I grabbed his hand under the tablecloth. Carina, however, wasn't willing to be left out.
"Oh Finn, I'm so sorry baby," she said sympathetically, laying her head on his shoulder. He gave her a disdainful look before shrugging her off and glaring at his brother. I had a hard time ignoring the urge to smack her.
We heard the door creak open and a few more people filtered into the room. Jason saw his family come in and went over to them. It was about an hour later that my father and Rick finally came in with a few other men. They all went to the front of the room and asked for everyone's attention. My dad was the first to speak.
"Ladies and Gentleman, welcome aboard the Voyager. My name is Roan Hartley. This," he indicated Rick, "is Rick Mackey, Joe Schaefer, Will Covington, Brian Cowan and Marc Cuevas," he introduced the rest. "We will be in charge of this ship for the duration of our time aboard. Not because we seek power, but because we have experience in dire situations. And this," he paused, "is indeed such a situation. We will make decisions together, and listen to any opinions you have. We will try to be fair and make this and enjoyable as possible considering. However, we will do what needs to be done to keep everyone safe. If you feel uncomfortable after hearing that, leave now."
He gave the opportunity for anyone to leave if they wanted to. No one did. "If any of you change your mind, you may disembark when we next dock, whenever that may be, there will be no repercussions. This is indeed a cruise ship, as I'm sure you've noticed. Mr. Schaefer," a man who looked to be in his 40s or early 50s stepped forward, "will be the captain of this ship. He used to be a captain in the Navy before he began working on the cruise ships. Mr. Cowan," a man in his 30s with blonde hair stepped forward, "will be his second in command. He has captained cruise ships before and has enough experience. I will be a general coordinator for this ship. My job will be to make sure things go smoothly. If you have complaints, come to me. I will also be in charge of discipline if the need should arise. Rick used to be SWAT. He will be in charge of security. Will Covington will be in charge of supplies. Mr. Cuevas had some engineering experience and used to do ship maintenance for government ships. He will do his best to keep the integrity of the boat intact to ensure safe sailing. If one of these men tells you to do something, do it. We also convinced some of the crew working for the company to stay on and help us run the ship. They agreed that it would be one of the safer places to stay.
We have loaded a lot of extra barrels of fuel onto the ship. They should last a while, but eventually we will need to dock for food and more fuel. When that time comes we will need a security force to go out into port and look for it. There will probably be creatures to fight there, so training should start immediately. Anyone interested, please contact Rick.
Now, we have room keys to the uppermost deck containing passenger rooms. You can select a room from the list and get the card now from Mr. Cowan, or you can roam around the ship and find a room that you might like and come get the key from us. If you're hungry, we should have food ready in an hour or so. If not, I still expect to see everyone back here at 10:00am sharp tomorrow morning. We leave port in one hour."
Some people started forming a line near the table the captain sat at, and some began wandering through the ship. I went back up where my dad and Rick stood, while my friends seemed content to stay at the table a little longer.
"Hey Honey," my dad greeted me. "I already have a good room picked out for you. It's a suite, and down the hall from my room. Not far from Rick's either. You can either share the room with Jess or she can have her own. I'll be in room 1314." He handed me two plastic key cards and a map of the ship. Deck 10, Room 1298.
"Thank you Dad," I hugged him again.
"You're welcome Sweetie. Do me a favor and come back for the dinner later, okay?"
"Okay, I will. I'm just going to put my stuff in my room really quick."
"Atta girl," he smiled. With that he was off to talk to the other men in charge. Rick, however, stayed near.
"I'll be in room 1308. If you want, I can show you and Jess to the room."
"Sure, I'll be right back, let me go get her."
I went back over to Jessie and our friends. My bag was still sitting by my empty chair. "Hey Jess, did you want to share a room?" I asked.
"Of course," she said with a big smile. I looked to her parents.
"We'll be in room 1298 if you want to find a room close to ours." As I said it my eyes also darted over to Finn. Would he want a room close to ours?
"Sounds good girls. We'll go request our room right now, and then we'll go get settled in too. Will you be back for food later?" Mrs. Swain, Kathy, questioned.
"Yeah, we'll be back."
"Okay, see you soon."
I watched Jess hug her parents goodbye and my stare fell back on Finn. I wanted to say something, but I wasn't sure what to say to him. So I waved and picked up my bag. Jess did the same and we walked back to Rick. He offered to carry our bags, and hesitantly I let him. What a nice guy.
"Follow me ladies."
He led us back to the lobby and the elevators, taking us from Deck 15 to Deck 10. We took a left around the corner and our suite was less than a minute away. I gave Jess a key card and used mine to open the door. We went inside to look around.
As far as size went, it was somewhat small by normal standards, but slightly larger than the dorm room we had shared. The bonus was that it had a kitchenette, a shower, and a desk/study area. Two large beds shared the largest portion of the room. The room was mostly blue, white and yellow, with wood accents. A patio door led the way onto a balcony, not far from the life boats. Overall, it was a very nice suite.
Rick set our bags down and Jess rifled in her bag for something.
"I hope you don't mind," she looked between us, "but I really want to shower."
"Go ahead Jess, I'll be here when you get out," I told her. She swept into the bathroom, leaving Rick and I in the silence.
"Hey kiddo, how are you holding up?"
"I'm okay. I feel like I should be more upset, but I just keep thinking about how lucky I am. Everyone that's important to me is on this boat. Not everyone is so lucky." I answered. "What about you?"
"I'm doing pretty good too, despite everything. I've never really had a family. You're dad is my closest friend, and he's here. So are you," he added.
That thought made my heart beat faster, but I did my best to ignore the sensation. "It's hard to believe that there are really creatures like that, zombies, really living out there. Well, not living, but you know what I mean."
"I know, I haven't seen one yet, but all of our government contacts confirmed it. The president was taken to a secure shelter hours ago. I never thought I would say this, but zombies are real. You don't have to worry though Logan. We have a good plan, and we'll keep you safe."
I got one last hug before he went back to the door. "I'll see you later?"
"Yes," I said softly. And then he was gone. I wondered what Finn was doing right then.
***
Watching Logan go with Rick was hard. Finn thought he was a nice guy and all, but he really wanted to be the one keeping Logan safe. He felt the urge to protect her, keep her safe. Maybe there were some other urges, but he knew when to think with his brain. Right now his brain was thinking of a way to get rid of Carina. Jessie's parents had left the table, and now it was just the three of them. He looked over to his brother.
"Tris, I'll be right back. I want to see if they heard anything about Miami." Cari looked like she wanted to follow, but he told her to stay with his brother. Before he made his way up to talk to Mr. Hartley, he waited until Carina wasn't looking and snuck over to see Mr. Cowan.
"Do you have any rooms near room 1298?" he inquired. The man gave him a strange look, but took out his map for inspection.
"1278 is open. Will you be the only one in the room?" He looked up.
"No, my brother is with me."
Cowan asked for their names and added them to the list before handing him two room keys. Finn quickly hid them in his pocket. Next stop: Mr. Hartley. He was chatting idly with his companions.
"Excuse me, Sir?"
He turned to me. "You're one of Logan's friends aren't you?"
"Yes Sir, Finnegan Kendrick. Most people call me Finn." His hand reached out toward Finn and they shook.
"Nice to meet you Finn, you can call me Roan. What is it that you need?"
"I was wondering if you'd heard about Miami. My mother and my aunt live there," he ventured. Finn held his breath, hoping against the odds.
"I'm sorry son, but from what I heard, the zombies hit there already. They'll probably be here any minute, which is why we're leaving." The older man patted him on the back, unsure what to say. Finn walked back to his brother.
Tristan looked up and could tell from the grim set to his brother's face that it wasn't good news. "What did he say?"
"The zombies hit Miami already." Hesitantly, Finn took out his Smartphone and went to YouTube. He typed the words "zombies" and "Miami". Up came a myriad of movies. He didn't have to open them to know they weren't good. He didn't really want to open them. He put his head in his hands and took deep breaths. Carina tried to talk and touch him, but he pushed her back. She must have been somewhat intelligent because this time she actually backed off.
"Tristan, I need to talk to you for a moment."
The brothers stepped away for a moment, leaving Cari pouting by herself. Quickly Finn slipped his brother the room key.
"Here, this is the key to our room. I think it's a suite. I didn't want psychopathic blonde getting a room by me. It's already bad enough you let her tag along."
"Sorry Bro, but I couldn't let some girl get eaten by zombies just because she's really clingy and annoying. She didn't have anywhere to go. Her parents are on the other side of the country and by the time we got news all planes were grounded. Deep down, she probably feels almost the same as we do right now. "
Finn wanted to feel some sympathy, and he almost did. But he had too much on his mind right now and he didn't want to deal with her.
"Fine, I'm going back to the room, see you later."
***
Jess was finally out of the shower and primping for dinner, though I wasn't sure why. There was much more on all of our minds, but maybe it made her feel better. I was looking out the window as the ship finally started leaving port. The tall buildings were drifting farther and farther away. Some buildings in the distance were on fire. It looked like we were leaving right on time.
I put on a fresh set of clothes real quick. Fresh jeans and a comfortable black top were my simple outfit, followed my some black moccasins. Nothing fancy.
"Jessie, you ready?"
"Yeah, let's go."
It was a quick trip back to the dining room. We scanned the crowd for familiar faces. We found the Swains by my dad. No sign of Finn, but I did see his brother and The Bimbo at a table with some other people. Jason was sitting with his sister and parents. We headed in the direction of our own parents. Together we sat at a table. Bowls were set out. A woman came around with a cart and a pot of what I guessed to be soup. Gradually we were all served.
"So how's everything going so far Dad?" I asked.
"Well we barely made it out on time, but the ship's running well, and we have a decent amount of supplies. It should be a while before we dock, and by then hopefully by then the docks will be fairly deserted. Our goal right now is to get into the ocean. Then we'll probably drift until we come up with a better destination."
"Have you considered one of the private islands owned by the cruise companies?" Kathy Swain asked. My dad nodded.
"We've been debating it. It may be a safe place, the zombies couldn't reach an island, but if there were people there, and one had accidentally been turned before they arrived, who knows. We'll figure something out." He smiled. Rick appeared behind him.
"Hello everyone, mind if I join you?" No one did, so he sat. He looked handsome in a tight shirt and tight jeans, hair wet from a shower. I thought about the other handsome man that I'd been around today and again wondered where he was.
The soup was good, really good actually. Somebody on the ship really knew how to cook. The conversation was dull and I spent more time playing with my food than eating it. I was glad when dinner was over. Since all of our rooms were in the same area, everyone left at the same time in a group. Once on Deck 10, we split, Rick walking us ladies to the door.
"Can I talk to Lo for a minute Jess?"
"Sure, you have your key right Logan?"
"Yeah, I'll be in shortly."
After I heard the door close I turned to Rick.
"You hardly touched your dinner. Something wrong?" He brushed a finger over my cheek, not liking the worry that marred my features.
"Just worrying about my friend. He didn't eat dinner. He was worried about his mother, I'm wondering if he got bad news."
"Finn?" he asked. My answer was a nod.
"I'm sorry about your friend Logan. Do you still have a walkie-talkie?"
"Yes, it's in my bag."
"Keep it, I have the other two. If you need anything, just turn it on and ask for me. Okay?"
"Okay. Thanks Ricky."
His lips curved upward at the nickname I'd used for him during childhood.
"Anytime Logan. Any time."
"Goodnight," I whispered.
"Goodnight."
I slipped into the room, and then into the bed. The day finally caught up with me, and I drifted right off to sleep. Not even dreams plagued me. I probably drooled everywhere in my deep sleep.
I awoke to loud knocking in the middle of the night. I looked over to Jessie and I was surprised she wasn't awake. I shouldn't have been surprised; she always slept like the dead. Hah, the dead. Bad joke. But someone was still knocking. I got out of bed in my rumpled clothing and looked through the peephole.
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I awoke to loud knocking in the middle of the night. I looked over to Jessie and I was surprised she wasn't awake. I shouldn't have been surprised; she always slept like the dead. Hah, the dead. Bad joke. But someone was still knocking. I got out of bed in my rumpled clothing and looked through the peephole.
There wasn't much light in the hallways, but they soon adjusted to the darkness. When they did, I realized it was Finn in the hallway. I opened the door quietly and let him in. Not wanting to speak while Jess slept, I indicated the balcony and let the way onto it.
Once the sliding door was shut behind us, I whispered softly. "Hey Finn."
"Hey yourself." A lopsided smile curved the corner of his lips. My first instinct was to hug him; he looked like he could use it. Would he mind if I hugged him? Would it seem weird coming from someone he hardly knew? What the Hell, the world was coming to an end. Some of our classmates and a lot of the world were turning into some sort of monster and we couldn't save them. I needed a hug just as bad as he likely did.
I half glided, half flew into his arms. I slid my hands around his neck and held on tightly. His own strong arms encircled my waist and held me close. Being that way felt so right. I could hear the steady beat of his heart under my cheek.
"How are you?" I mumbled against his chest. He stiffened.
"Finn?" I looked up into his face and the hurt there was barely discernible through his stern veneer. The silence stretched.
"I don't think my mom made it."
Those words hung in the air before I finally spoke. "I'm sorry."
I knew it wasn't enough, that it didn't make anything better. It hadn't made anything easier for me when my own mother had passed away 10 years ago. I barely remember her now, sadly enough. But Finn's wound was still fresh, and it must have hurt him so much more. I hugged him tighter and rubbed my cheek over his thumping heart.
I'm not sure how long we stayed like that, just holding each other during that trying time. Eventually I felt a finger go under my chin, lifting my face to his. Those blue eyes were no longer filled with grief; there was a fire burning in them now. My pulse sped in reaction. When he leaned his lips down and pressed them to mine, I didn't back away.
Our mouths met and my desire flared. He had fuller lips than most men, but they were still firm and masculine in his oral assault. His tongue darted out to lick my lips like a starving man before white teeth tugged at my lower lip. Heat and wetness pooled between my thighs. My gasp opened my mouth to him and he took advantage of the opportunity. Our tongues met and clashed. I was ravenous for a taste of him. Kissing him like this made me feel alive. It made it hard to forget about the world coming down around us.
My fingers clutched at his shirt as he backed me into the patio doors. I could feel his arousal against my soft belly and it made me even hungrier. Finn definitely had above average equipment. I moaned into his mouth and my hips rolled into his. Mmmmm, he tasted so good.
A loud sound from a balcony not far from mine startled us apart. We were both breathing heavily. Realizing how easily I had given into his kiss, a blush started creeping up into my cheeks. It was the end of the world and everything, but I had almost thrown myself at him. A minute ago I might have agreed to have sex with him. What was wrong with me?
Probably the sex drought, the naughty part of my brain answered. Despite my sudden reality check, my body still wanted him. I felt a little bad for leaving him hanging. I smiled sheepishly, feeling a bit shy now. He returned the same smile, though a quick glance south confirmed my suspicions that he was still aroused.
"Thank you," he said, out of nowhere.
"For what?" I was puzzled, what could he be thanking me for?
"I needed to talk to someone, even if I didn't say much. And for the hug..." What he left unspoken was that he was also thanking me for the kiss. He seemed almost as shy as I did now. Another small smile tugged at my lips.
"You're welcome Finn, I'm glad you wanted to talk to me. You can always knock." I hugged him once more. "C'mon, we both need to get some sleep before breakfast in the morning. I'll see you then."
We walked back through the room quietly. Out in the hall he hugged me for a final goodnight.
"Sweet dreams Logan."
"Same to you Finn."
***
At 9:45 the next morning Jess and I were waiting in the dining room for the breakfast announcements. Not as many people were crying and chatting this morning. Most of the children in the room stayed by their mothers and fathers, but there weren't too many of them. There was no sign of my father or Rick yet, but Jessica's parents were with us. I kept looking around, trying to spot Finn but I didn't think he and his brother were here yet. Thinking about last night, I began chewing my fingernails nervously.
Would he feel different about me this morning? Would he talk to me? Or was he one of those guys that only wanted to be close when we were alone? Why did my heart insist on beating twice as fast anytime I thought about him?
At last he entered the room with his brother, and thankfully there was no Bimbo to be seen. Relief flooded me. His eyes scanned the room, and when they stopped on me, I knew I was what he had been looking for. Jessie must have notice too, because she leaned over and whispered into my ear.
"I see you're starting to forget all of your objections about him huh?" I gave her a sharp look. They were walking over to our table.
"Good morning Finn, how are you?" Jessie asked him.
"I'm good, much better after a good night's rest." He answered her question, but his eyes were on me the whole time. I coughed gently.
"I'm not sure if I introduced you yesterday or not, but this is Finn and his brother Tristan. And Finn, these are Jessie's parents: Mr. and Mrs. Swain. " I indicated the couple in their late 40s.
"Make that Kathy and Jim," her mom said with a smile.
"Nice to meet you," the brothers responded. "I hope you don't mind if we join you," Finn added.
"No, not at all," I returned.
They sat, and though Finn was quiet, his brother wasn't. Tristan's charm had everyone at ease as he chatted with Jess and her parents. Finn and I shared a smile before he slid his hand down to mine and held it under the table. I squeezed his fingers for reassurance. The news about his mother still had to be hurting him.
Jess looked over at Finn, "so how did you manage to get rid of Carina?"
Just the mention of her name made me see red, yet I found I was curious too.
Finn just shrugged. "I got lucky. I think she found some other guy she'd rather stalk. I'm not going to question it; I'm just going to be thankful."
Good, I thought. Now I won't have to kick that Bimbo's ass.
When my father and the other men I had mentally dubbed 'chiefs' came in a hush fell over the crowd. They took up their positions in front of the room and the chiefs let my father step forward to speak. His deep voice filled the room.
"Good morning Ladies and Gentleman. In case you don't remember, my name is Rick Hartley. If you have any questions or problems on this ship, you can come to me. I'll also reintroduce my fellow leaders here and give you their new titles."
He walked over to Rick. "This is Rick Mackey, head of security aboard this ship," he moved along to the next man. "Joe Schaefer is the Captain of the ship, with Brian Cowan as his second in command. Marc Cuevas is in charge of ship operations. Will Covington will be in charge of supplies.
I will repeat my statement from yesterday: If these men tell you to do something, do it. I trust these men to be reasonable and to keep the best interests of our group in mind. However, should a problem arise, I would prefer you come to me and I will listen to your complaint. If I feel there is an issue, I will resolve it. We do not take these positions as leaders seeking out power. We only strive to keep everyone on this ship alive and well, and to do whatever necessary to aid in that goal.
Starting now we will ask that you do your best to conserve energy and all other resources on this ship. The longer we stretch the supplies we have, the more time we have before we have to dock and venture back onto land.
Turn the lights on only when necessary, shut them off when you leave a room. Take quick showers, and try not to take them too often. We will not ration food unless dire circumstances should arise, but we will not prepare excess for group meals. A group meal will be held here three times a day. Breakfast will be at 9:00am from now on. Lunch will be at 1:00pm and dinner will be served at 5:00 pm. If you do not make it to a group meal, you will have to go to the kitchen.
As I said, we will do our best not to ration food. However, we suggest that you try not to take advantage of that. By the same token, we all need our strength, so don't starve yourselves either. We do have the items required for growing fruits and vegetables on this ship, so we will be able to grow some of our own food. To keep us in shape, Rick will hold an optional group exercise in the gym each morning at 7:30am. It will run for an hour. It isn't mandatory, but we recommend that you go.
Starting tomorrow, we are going to need you all to start helping around the ship. If you would like, you may join Rick's security team. Know that in doing so, the team may be sent to scout if we dock at a port. We will also need people to work in the kitchens, people to clean, volunteers to help with ship maintenance, and we will need help with inventory. You will start training and working tomorrow.
If you know what job you'd like, you can contact me or whichever of us corresponds to the job. If you do not select your own, we will assign one to you. As you leave the room today, I'll be by the door to take down your names and room numbers, even if you haven't selected a job yet. For the remainder of the day you are free to use decks ten through fifteen. If you need a map, some are available by the door. You can swim, find something to do in the day spa, or even climb the rock wall.
Is there anything else you want to know before we start breakfast?"
Questions started popping up from all over the crowd. My father shook his head and held up his hands for silence. "We're going to try this a different way. Ma'am," he pointed to a woman, "what was your question?"
The woman he indicated stood, "How do we know what's happening back home? Are there any televisions working? What about the internet?"
"We've lost satellite reception for television, and only occasionally do we pick up internet. Most cell phones are no longer working. We have a radio that picks up the odd frequency every so often, but nothing of much value yet. We will keep trying."
The woman sat back down, looking defeated. She pulled her child close to her and watched the rest of the meeting silently.
A man stood up this time. "How DO we know what's happening back there? What were those things and maybe the government killed them all already. When can we go back?"
Rick answered this one. "Do we know for sure what's happening back home for sure right now? No, but we do know some people were turning into inhuman monsters while the rest were drying gruesome deaths at their hands. We know that it was only getting worse, and that it was spreading.
I know it sounds farfetched, but yes, we believe them to be zombies, or at least very similar. Many people we used to know are no longer with us, not really. They have turned into those creatures. I know it sounds harsh, but we have to be realistic about our situation.
They were most likely infected by a virus from any of the numerous companies researching biochemical warfare. I'm sure most of you have seen 28 Days Later, Dawn of the Dead, or Resident Evil. If you have, I'm sure you're thinking the same thing. Let's hope it isn't as bad as Resident Evil.
We will go back when we need supplies. We will choose a port carefully, and only the security team will venture out onto land to look for new supplies."
"When will we run out of supplies?" another man asked.
Will Covington stepped forward. "Right now we have enough supplies to last us roughly a few months. We are carrying enough food and supplies to support the needs of an entire ship, while there are less than 200 of us here. Our most precious resource is fuel, which is why power conservation is critical."
"What if we find survivors?"
Rick grabbed this one too. "First, we will check them for signs of infection. If they appear healthy without bite wounds, we will do our best to bring them safely back to the ship."
"What if zombies make their way onto the ship?"
This time my father replied. "We chose this ship because it seemed to be the safest place under the circumstances. Anytime we dock, the security team will first leave in lifeboats to scout the area. Only if it appears safe and free of the infected will we dock. Once we've laid anchor we'll keep the ramp up until Rick gives the heads up that the team is coming back. We do have long range walkie-talkies that still seem to function.
Once the team comes back we'll let down the ramp. Should Rick and I decide it necessary, we will keep the ramp up and his team will take the lifeboats and row them back into open water to wait for us. The ship is nearly impenetrable from ground level. The hull is made of steel and has no openings. The windows are all tightly sealed and will offer no entry. The only vulnerability would be the ramp, which is why we will only put it out if we are certain that it's safe.
Should one of those creatures manage to get on board, we will have security members posted at possible entry points. They will be armed and given permission to shoot the infected in the head. If it is a survivor that shows no sign of infection, we will let them aboard. The intercom on the ship is still functional, we will warn you if there's a breech in security. That's worst case scenario. If you hear that announcement, you're to go immediately to your stateroom or the stateroom of someone else. The door will only open with a key card. They are thick wood, and the creatures won't get through. We will search the ship until we're sure they've all been exterminated."
"What if it's someone we know?" someone asked. This gave us pause.
"If they are infected, they will be eliminated. Hopefully we won't encounter that situation, but we have to do what's best for the group. Those people aren't who we knew once they've changed."
The room was once against quiet. We'd just been given a lot to think about. It amazed me how much planning my father and the chiefs had put into this. Especially since they probably hadn't had much time. The plan was nearly foolproof expect for the scouting missions. But even then, our chances were better than the survivors in your average zombie flick.
I felt Finn's hand hold mine tighter and it quieted my mind a little. Now all I had to do was pick a job to do. I didn't like to clean, who does? I did like to cook, and I would be good at taking inventory. I thought back to the Beretta locked in my room vault. Maybe I could join the security team. It was a dangerous job, but I trusted Rick, and it needed done.
"Alright everyone," I think it was the captain speaking, "thank you for your cooperation. Breakfast will be in shortly."
Conversation slowly started back up. In ten minutes a breakfast buffet was set up. Our table waited a bit before we went up. Jessie and I were urged in front of her parents, with Finn and Tristan following them. I took only two slices of bacon and a few pancakes. I felt a little guilty putting the blueberries on top, but I figured that our stock of them would go bad if it wasn't eaten soon. When a hand settled on my shoulder I jumped.
"Hey Kiddo, didn't mean to scare you."
I knew that voice; it belonged to Rick. I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart. I shot a small smile his way.
"Hey Ricky."
"Your dad and I were wondering if you'd like to sit with us again."
I thought about it, but I really wanted to stay with Finn and Jess. Finn. It was as if at the thought of him, my brain knew he was watching me. I got goosebumps, and then I felt my stomach flip again.
"Thanks Rick, but I think I'll stay at our table. Maybe for lunch," I added. His smile dimmed a little.
"Sure Kiddo, if you want to sit with us at lunch, just come on over."
"Thanks Rick. If not I'm sure I'll talk to you and dad later."
He walked away, and I had to admit he did look pretty good. I probably should have, but sitting with all of the chiefs seemed way too intimidating. I scanned the room for my dad and sent him a wave.
"You must really like Finn," Jessie whispered. The look I gave her clearly said 'shut up'.
"Rick is really hot, and the way he looks at you..." she shook her head.
"Like I really want to sit with all the Chiefs?"
"Chiefs?"
"Yeah, all of the men in charge. I'd feel like a deer in the headlights. I'll see my dad and Rick later."
Back at our table Finn gave me an inquiring look but he didn't press. I liked that he knew when not to ask. We ate breakfast quickly. Now it was time to figure out how to spend the day.
"Well, what are you kids going to do today?" Jessie's parents asked.
I wanted to explore the top decks and see what was around and I told them so.
"That sounds like a good idea," Jess said. "Are you in?"
"I think we're going to go relax in the pool darling, but we'll see you for lunch," Mr. Swain, Jim, spoke up.
"We're in," Tristan said. My body warmed at the thought of being with Finn all day. Maybe he would try to steal another kiss.
On our way out we gave my dad our names and room numbers. Well, everyone but Jess and I, ours was already there. I stepped over to my father and hugged him quickly.
"Missed you at breakfast. What are you up to today princess?"
"We're going to find our way around the ship, explore a little."
"Alright, but be careful. You too Jess."
Since the dining room was on the top deck, we worked our way down. Finn was near my side the whole time, and it felt good having him there. We would smile and laugh together, or when the weight of everything came crashing down, he'd grab my hand. I blushed the first time he did that, knowing that Jess and Tristan surely noticed. But nobody said anything about it. In fact, Jess and Tristan were pretty caught up in each other too. Both of the social butterflies hitting it off, imagine that. It was a good thing they got along though, because I was hoping to spend more time with Finn.
***
Finn was amazed at how easily he and Logan got along. His brother was even getting along really well with her friend. It was hard staying positive when you thought about the zombies back home, but Logan helped distract him from that. And from his mother. Finn was still hoping that somehow, she'd survived. His phone wasn't working anymore, so it was impossible to know.
A squeeze on his hand let him know Logan was there. Right now they were exploring the spa. The girls were delighted to find all sorts of lotions and sprays. They even found nail polish. It was nice to see Logan smile. They spent half an hour in there before heading back into the hall.
"I think I'm going to go back to the pool and relax with my parents, does anyone else want to go with me?" Jess asked.
Logan shook her head. "I want to look around a little bit more, but I'll see you at lunch."
Tristan shot a grin Jessie's way, "I'll go."
Everyone looked to Finn. "I'm going to stay with Logan, but I'll be at lunch too."
Logan smiled at him and the four of them split. Logan led the way back to the solarium, standing in front of the wide glass windows. The ocean stretched out in all directions. The water was a nice bright blue, and when he looked carefully, he could see what he guessed were dolphins splashing in the ship's wake.
"It's so beautiful," she whispered. "How can the world be ending when everything looks so normal?"
Finn stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Laying his chin on her shoulder, he replied, "because we were somehow lucky enough to get out. The plan they have is good, but being out here makes it easy to pretend that it's just a vacation. In a way it feels almost like everything else was just a bad dream, and that I'll be able to go home and see my mother when the ship docks."
"Finn..." Logan turned in his arms and hugged him tight. Looking up into his eyes her heart clenched. Out of instinct, she lifted her lips and laid them softly against his. It wasn't clear to her why she did it, but Finn responded. He needed something to distract him, but Logan was still so much more than that. He pressed his lips more firmly to hers, teasing the corners of her mouth with his tongue. Her gasp was the opportunity he needed to taste her again, she was so addicting. Tongues met in heated passion. In that moment everything else fell away.
With his hands on her hips, Finn pulled her closer and lifted her slightly against him. She was so soft against his hardness. He groaned into her mouth. Her hands slid into his hair, teasing his auburn locks. They alternated between pulling and scratching and it only served to turn him on even more. He felt like a starving man being served his last meal.
The kiss would have turned into much more if someone else hadn't walked into the solarium only to cough at the sight of them and leave. Logan jumped away from him, smiling nervously. She almost looked like she felt guilty. Finn wanted to wipe that look off of her face with another heart stopping kiss, but he knew now wasn't the time.
"Ummm, maybe we should go up to the pool with Jess and Tristan until dinner," she offered. Finn wasn't really ready to face everyone with his raging hard-on, but by sheer force of will he forced his cock to soften enough not to be too noticeable. Kissing Logan was worth it.
"Alright, I didn't bring swim trunks, but I need to stop by my room to find something better to swim in. Maybe Tristan has an extra pair." Finn looked down at his cargo shorts.
"That's okay, I have to go to my room for a suit too."
Together they got back on the elevator and headed to Deck 10. Once there, they parted ways to change.
***
In my stateroom I took a moment to breathe. What was it about Finn that made me feel like jell-o? Probably his impossibly good looks. And I loved the way he was usually the strong silent type, but had those occasional moments of vulnerability that were so endearing.
Part of me was very ready to fall for Finn, but the other part was so confused with everything going on that I didn't want to let anyone too close. Being close to him fogged up my brain, but at the same time I really enjoyed every moment I got to spend with him.
Heaving a sigh, I searched through my bag for a swim suit. Two bikinis: a white one, and one with blue Hawaiian flowers. I opted for the white. The bottoms tied at the sides and the top tied around my neck and my back. I had just finished putting it on when I heard a knock on the door.
"Just a minute!" I called. At the door I peered through the peephole. It was Finn, in swim trunks. My heart started beating against my rib cage. Slowly I opened the door.
"Hi." My voice came out barely above a whisper. I was curious about his lack of response until I followed his gaze. His eyes were devouring my curves and sliding over all of the bare skin on display. In that moment I wished for a one-piece, but I had always wanted to maximize my tan.
"Hi," his voice came out a little gravelly. "I finished changing and figured I'd see if you wanted to walk up there with me." His intense stare finally went back up to my eyes. The look was smoldering. I blushed and backed up. It was almost as if he was the predator and I was the prey.
"Logan, you're beautiful."
Two quick strides had his body an inch from mine. He dropped the shirt he was holding. I could feel heat from him on my skin and his breath fanned my cheek. I knew he was going to kiss me unless I stopped him. Did I want to stop him? If I did, it was the minority, because the majority of me was as hungry as he was. Up close it was hard to ignore his broad shoulders and lean muscles. A lightly defined six-pack of abs drew my attention downward. As soon as my stare met his, he was kissing me.
Teeth nipped, tongues licked, and my body melted into his. I didn't realize we were moving until I felt the bed behind my knees. The plush mattress caught me as I fell back. Finn wasn't far behind. His hot body was above mine, with him resting his weight on his elbows.
He kissed down my neck, over my collarbone, and then the valley between my breasts. He took one hand and used it to caress first one mound, and then the other. I started to feel moisture seeping from my pussy and moaned at the arousal spiraling through me. Even if I had wanted to stop him, I couldn't. At this point I was lost.
He moved the fabric of my bikini top to the side, exposing my full breasts and nipples. Strong fingers went to one nipple, gently plucking and rubbing, while his mouth settled on the other. When his teeth scraped my tender flesh I cried out. He suckled on my nipple and with each pull I felt a jolt shoot through me to settle between my legs. After giving a little more attention to that breast, he switched. My fingers slid through his hair, gripping and pulling.
Soon his mouth was trailing down my soft belly, over my hips, and then to my hot core. I lifted myself onto my elbows to watch him, entranced by the sight of this Greek God pulling my bikini bottom off of me. Finn seemed awed by the vision of my shaved pussy right in front of him. One of his hands rested where the fabric had been, feeling my heat. I squirmed, my hips lifting upward into his palm.
"Please," I begged. I wanted, no, I NEEDED him to touch me there. My body was wound so tight from all of the teasing that it was screaming for release. A helpless whimper left my mouth. His long fingers parted my folds and his tongue lightly probed my slit.
"Finn!"
Hearing his name only spurred him on. He began devouring me, licking my lips, thrusting his tongue inside me, nibbling on my clit. It was as if he couldn't get enough. I was almost there, so close. God, he knew how to use his tongue.
When I looked back down and saw his eyes on mine, a wave of pleasure washed over me. Without warning, he shoved a finger deep inside me. I cried out and shattered around him. I moaned and screamed and writhed on the bed, riding out the powerful orgasm.
My breath came out in pants until I finally came back down. When I did, Finn was beside me, pulling me into his arms. I could hear his heart pounding too. In the aftermath I started to wonder what had come over me. Had I really just let Finn eat me out? What about him? Would he expect a blow job from me now? Did he think I was easy? Would things be awkward now? I fixed my bikini so that it was back to covering all the things it should cover.
So many questions had my head spinning. Now wasn't the time for me to get caught up in love life drama. So much of the future was one big unknown now. I looked away from Finn and instead at the clock. Almost a quarter 'til one. Lunch time.
"Oh! We had better go up to lunch." I watched Finn as he checked the time too.
"You're right. Maybe we'll get that swim in later?" The look on his face was hopeful. I was even more confused now than I had been 30 minutes ago. I didn't want to make promises.
"Yeah, maybe. I have to go and talk to my dad after lunch."
The hopeful light faded from his eyes but he nodded and smiled at me anyway. I got up and looked around for my cover-up. My pale pink sarong was in the bottom of the bag, and I hurriedly slipped it around me into the form of a dress. A piece of coconut shell held it in place. Despite the casual dress code around here, I felt underdressed. That, however, was better than Finn watching me change into something more suitable. Strappy white sandals completed the outfit. I'm sure with my unruly curls hanging around my face I must have looked like some savage native. Finn just picked up his shirt and pulled it over his head.
Oh well, time to get to lunch.
There was no small talk between Finn and I as we walked back to the dining hall. Once there, we walked over to the table where Tristan was sitting with Jess and her family. Upon seeing me and the look on my face, Jess had a big question mark on hers. Tristan too seemed a little curious. I forced a big smile.
"Hey everyone, I wanted to say hi, but I told my dad and Rick I'd have lunch with them. But maybe I'll see you all later," I was hoping to see some of them later at least. Finn had left my head all jumbled.
"Oh, okay sweetie. We're going back to the pool after this. It seems that some sort of computer tech or something found a way to play DVDs on the big screen. It's that huge flat screen on the smoke stack above the pool area. Hopefully you can come too. I think it's going to be that new movie with Reese Witherspoon and the two spies. It's supposed to be really good." Mrs. Swain had a huge smile on her face.
"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll meet you guys there afterward."
I waved and weaved my way through the crowd to the table my dad usually sits at. They were all still standing. I first walked over to my dad and gave him a hug.
"Hey Daddy."
"Hey Sweetie, what's with the dress?" he asked.
"It's not a dress Dad, it's a sarong. It's like a beach cover-up, I was thinking of going swimming after lunch.
"Well, it looks good Kiddo," Rick added with a grin.
"I was wondering, if maybe we could have lunch without all of the other Chiefs today?" I really didn't feel like sitting with all of the head honchos. My dad and Rick were one thing.
"The chiefs?" the men questioned.
"Yeah, you know, all of the other men in charge of the ship."
Both of them chuckled. "Sure," my dad answered, "I'll let them know. Most of them have friends or family here anyway." My father walked over to his friends for a quick chat. That left Rick and I standing together.
"So might you want some company later when you go swimming?" The offer seemed tempting. Especially since swimming with Rick would mean seeing him shirtless. But I had already told the Swains and Finn that I'd meet up with them later for the movie. I was confused about Finn, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I chewed my lip for a moment in thought.
"I was going to watch the movie later with my friends, but you could probably hang out with us."
***
Rick was trying really hard not to stare at Logan in that outfit. She looked like an island princess. When had the little brat he knew turned into such a goddess? The funny thing was, it was as if she didn't even know it. Sometimes he felt guilty for thinking of her that way, but he wasn't THAT much older, and she was an adult now. Rick knew she'd had a crush on him when she was younger, back then it had been cute and silly, now he wondered if she still did.
He saw the way that one guy, Finn watched her. And sometimes Logan would look back at him the same way. And yet, Rick was almost sure she slid those heated glances his way too. It wasn't as if she had claimed Finn to be her boyfriend or any such thing. According to her father, Logan didn't date much. Rick wondered why, but he wasn't going to draw attention to himself by asking her dad that. He wasn't even sure how his mentor would take his friend's newfound attraction to his daughter.
He focused back on Logan as he waited for her answer. The way she nibbled her bottom lip when she was nervous was adorable, and it also made him want to kiss those full lips.
"I was going to watch the movie later with my friends, but you could probably hang out with us."
Rick wasn't really sure he'd fit in with her friends, so he made a joke of it. "You sure I'm not too old Brat?"
"You're not that old, but Jessie's parents are even older than you, and they'll be there with us."
Well, that was a good sign. She didn't think he was too old, but, she had just compared him to Jessie's parents. He did feel better about 'hanging' with her friends if the Swains were going to be there.
"Sure Lo, we can head there together after lunch."
Her smile lit up her face. God, she was gorgeous. "Wow, I think that's the first time you've called me anything other than 'Kiddo' or 'Brat'."
Was it? "Well, I've also called you 'Doll' a few times to," he winked, and then he chuckled when she blushed. "Which would you prefer?"
"I kind of like 'Doll'," she answered. Logan turned an even deeper shade of red with the admission.
***
Was Rick flirting with me? It almost seemed like it. And the way he had looked me over earlier...
My dad walked back over. "The 'Chiefs' are okay with eating apart for lunch. Are you two ready to eat?"
We both answered in the affirmative and we headed over to the buffet line. I saw Finn watching from a few tables away and wondered what he was thinking. He turned and caught my stare, but I turned away.
Back with my dad and Rick, seated at a small round table, we began to eat. Once we were about half done, we started chatting.
"So Dad, do you want to come watch the movie later with us?"
"Sorry Baby, I have some things to go over with Will and Joe."
I turned my attention back to Rick, "but you don't have to go?"
"Nope, I can still go watch the movie with you and your friends later."
My dad looked to Rick, "good luck dealing with the teenagers," he chuckled.
Would it be as bad for him as my dad made it sound? Rick had seemed excited to go. Then again, maybe he was just looking out for me the same as he had when I was a little girl. Wiping off my scraped knees and applying band-aids with precision. When he answered, most of my worries were put to rest.
"Naw, it sounds like fun. And it's been a while since I babysat your brat and spent some time with her."
My father seemed satisfied with that answer and finished his meal. Brat? I thought Rick had just said he wouldn't call me brat anymore. I gave him a cross look and finished my food too.
"Before you leave Dad, I have something I wanted to talk to you about. Rick too."
"What's that Sweetie?"
"I was thinking about what job I wanted, and I think I may want to join Rick's security team."
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<em>Hello Everyone,
I know it's been a long time since I posted and I'm very sorry. Last year I went through a difficult miscarriage, and I moved as well. After that I just kind of threw myself into my day job to keep distracted. I hope to be back from my hiatus, with this new chapter being only the beginning. If I start slacking, feel free to send me an e-mail of leave a comment.
To all of my loyal fans: Thank you for your continued support. I hope this one doesn't disappoint. It isn't as steamy as usual, but I'm trying to build up the story. I hope for it to get much hotter soon ;). </em>
***
I was sitting at lunch with my father and Rick while the silence stretched on. Both of their jaws were slack and I swear I would've been able to hear a pin drop.
"Hello? Dad? Rick? I said I think I want to join the security team," I announced a second time.
My dad cleared his throat, "Now Princess, isn't there something else you might want to do? You're really good in the kitchen and there are a lot of mouths to feed."
"It would be really dangerous," Rick piped in. My father nodded.
Dangerous? Well no shit Sherlock, I thought. But it would be dangerous for a man too. "Is this because I'm a girl? It would be dangerous for anyone. And yes, I like to cook, but I'm also good with weapons thanks to all that training you gave me Daddy." I sent them both a 'kill with kindness' smile. The last bit seemed to catch my dad.
"I just wanted you to know how to protect yourself Baby Girl." His tone was condescending, the same one he used on me when I was 5. My temper was starting to creep out.
"And you taught me extremely well. So well, in fact, that I can probably protect myself better than most of the men on this ship. I could help," I pleaded.
Roan Hartley's voice became firm, "Logan, I'm not going to argue with you anymore. You're my daughter and I want you to stay safely on this ship."
"Oh really? But you're going to let Rick go out there and risk his safety?" I demanded. It was Rick who responded this time.
"Logan, we would both worry about you too much. I'm in charge of the team, and I wouldn't be able to focus if I was more worried about keeping you safe. There are plenty of other things you can do."
In a huff of exasperation I shoved my chair back and tossed my napkin on the table. "Fine. I'm done with lunch, so I'm leaving."
With my head held high I soared out of the room.
***
I looked over at Roan. "Sorry Man, I didn't mean to upset her."
"It's alright Rick. My little girl has always been head strong. And she doesn't like being told she can't do something just because she's a girl. Her temper will cool." Roan looked satisfied with his analysis, but I didn't want her to be mad at me.
"If you say so, but I'm going to go check on her just in case."
"Alright, just make sure you're back early for dinner so that us 'Chiefs' can have a meeting," he chuckled.
I tried not to look too rushed as I followed the path Logan had taken when she stormed out. It didn't take me long to find her in an alcove not far down the corridor. Her eyes flashed when she saw me. I raised my hands palm out to show I meant no harm.
"What do you want?" she asked defiantly.
"I just wanted to come see that you were alright." I tried to use a soothing tone of voice.
"I'm fine as you can see, so you can go."
I shook my head and sat next to her on the bench. She looked so cute when she was angry. Before I thought better of it, I reached out and gently tugged on a silky strand of her hair. "I don't want you mad at me. I know you would be a great member of the team, but if you were out there with me, I would be worried about only you. You're too close to me, and your father would never forgive me if something happened to you. I'll have a whole team to worry about."
"And? Don't you think I'll be worried about you? Who's going to make sure YOU stay safe?" she prodded. I smiled that she was so protective of a big guy like me.
"I've been taking care of myself since before you met me Doll, and I've been fine. And I won't be alone."
It appeared that she was mulling it over and thinking of everything before she sent a haughty look my way. "Are we back to Doll? Because I could have sworn you called me a Brat to my father after we had our discussion."
Damn, she had a good memory. But it wasn't like I could tell her the reason that I did that was to ensure that her father had no idea I was attracted to his spitfire daughter. "It slipped, I'm sorry Logan. I'll try not to let it happen again, okay?"
She crossed her arms and gave a 'hrmph' in response. I couldn't help but laugh, and eventually she started laughing too. I pulled her against my side and laid a kiss on the top of her head. God, she smelled good. I wished I could kiss her a little more south on her soft pink lips, but I didn't dare.
"I should probably go up to the pool that way if Jess and everyone gets there first they're not worried. You don't have to come if you don't want to."
There was no way I could say no to her big doe eyes. "I'm going Doll." I stood and held out a hand to her to help her up. Her hand felt good in mine, but I let go quickly.
***
We made it up to the pool deck before Jess and Finn. Rick was being quiet beside me. He looked like he was thinking awful hard about something, and I had a fuzzy feeling it had something to do with me. I didn't have time to ask because soon my friends arrived.
Finn smiled when he saw me and settled on my other side. I smiled back at him, even though I was still a bit confused.
"Hey Logan, we missed you at lunch," he said.
"You better be eating dinner with us," Jessie chimed in. She was leaning in awful close to Tristan. I wondered if I had missed anything important at lunch.
Soon the movie started. As it progressed, I mentally groaned. A woman stuck between two hot men. Ugh, how ironic. I spent the whole movie thinking about the Finn and Rick situation. It did help clear my head a bit. Rick was hot, but it would never work. He was too close to my dad and I was sure that would get in the way. I also wasn't sure if what I was feeling was just a rollover of a childhood crush.
Now Finn, I knew what I felt for him was real. I liked spending time with him. And while it was a tiny bit complicated, Rick was way more complicated. Finn had the potential to be a real partner. I was on even footing with him, and the more time we spent together, the easier it was getting to fall for him.
Occasionally I would feel Finn's eyes on me, and sometimes maybe Rick's too. By the time the movie was over, I was ready to get out from in between them. Rick made that easy. When he stood he gave me an apologetic smile.
"Sorry Doll, but I have to get back for a meeting with The Chiefs." He looked like he wanted to say more, but he didn't.
"Okay Rick, see you later."
He paused before turning and leaving. I let out the breath I was holding.
"Sorry kids, but I think we're going to go too. We want to go figure out what jobs we'd like so we don't get assigned some. We'll see you all at dinner," Kathy Swain announced.
That left just the four of us. Jessie piped up.
"Why don't we go back to our room and we can all watch some movies? The TV had a DVD player and I managed to sneak some out of the library on the ship."
"That sounds great," Tristan responded.
It didn't take long to get back to the room and get situated. I was still feeling slightly disoriented toward Finn, but I was happier to be beside him after my revelation earlier. He was definitely the right choice for me. The butterflies in my stomach seemed to agree.
Naturally Finn and I ended up on my bed, while Tristan and Jess ended up on hers. With the lights dimmed and the movies on it was slightly romantic. Well, except for the chatter from the other bed. I looked to Finn, my heart pounding at his close proximity. The heat from his body was seeping into my skin. His eyes were so deep and intense, glancing at my body as if he could see what was under my thin beach wrap. I felt my cheeks fill with color at his thorough appraisal. Glancing down from his gaze, my stare concentrated on his hard pecs. His white tee didn't hide his muscular body. Just looking at him made my mouth water.
Finn licked his lips, and it made me flash back to our earlier encounter. Those soft, full lips between my legs. His tongue licking up and down my slit, probing gently inside me. Fuck, the images alone were making me wet and horny. I shifted restlessly and Finn's eyes picked up the motion. Tugging the blanket over us, he moved closer, molding our bodies together.
I checked to make sure Jess and Tristan weren't paying attention. They weren't, they seemed to be as engrossed with each other as we were. I laid my head on Finn's shoulder, trying to muffle my moan. His hard body felt so damn good against my softer one. I couldn't resist rubbing my body against his, like a cat begging for attention. Finn didn't disappoint, his hands moved to untie my sarong, and I really couldn't bring myself to stop him. I so wanted to get lost in him, forget Rick, forget the ship, forget about the whole damn apocalypse thing.
Those warm hands on my belly, my ribs, they were definitely distracting enough. I reciprocated in kind, sliding my palms under his shirt to feel the tantalizing muscle beneath. His sharp, indrawn breath made me feel empowered. I pressed my body closer to his and finally pressed our lips together. Finn's response was immediate, his tongue thrust into my mouth like he was a starving man and I was the last piece of fruit.
A loud moan from the other bed ruined the heated moment between us. Suddenly the room was quiet until we all started laughing.
"All right guys, I think it's time you went to your room so we can all get ready for dinner," Jess announced. Both men grumbled, earning some more chuckles. Finn leaned forward for a quick kiss before vacating my bed.
"See you soon Beautiful," he whispered.
When the door was shut and we could no longer hear their footsteps, Jess and I jumped out of bed and squealed.
"EEEEEeeeeEEE!!" Jess squeaked. I covered my ears trying to keep a straight face.
"Jess, you're ridiculous."
"If I am, so are you. I know you and Finn were getting just as hot as Tris and I."
"So it's 'Tris' now is it?" I inquired playfully.
"Oh yes it is. And I'm glad, it works out since you warmed back up to Finn," she prodded.
"I have no clue what you mean," I tried to play it off.
"Oh come one, give it up Lo. You were giving that poor boy the cold shoulder earlier. I thought maybe Rick said something to you to change your mind."
I blushed deep red. "There is nothing between Rick and I. He's my father's friend and he's too old to be interested in me."
She gave me a pointed look. "Sure, that's totally what I got from him devouring you with his eyes during the movie."
"He was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was he really?" Part of me was extremely flattered, but I knew that would never happen. It was just the leftovers from childhood hero worship. "Never mind Jess, that isn't going to happen. And don't get me wrong, Finn is a good guy, I think. But I don't really know him, and now is not the time to get involved with anyone. The world out there Jess, it's falling apart. People are... changing, turning into... we're not sure what."
"Geez, I get that Logan, but we're all still here. For now we're safe, and it can't hurt for this ship of us to band together. And it's not a bad thing if you have feelings for Finn."
***
Dinner was an interesting affair. It was Jess, her parents, Tristan, Finn and I at a table. The Swains were discussing jobs.
"I think I'll work with the children and in the kitchen. They said I could do both and that they would just put me where they needed me, week by week," Mrs. Swain told us.
"And I'll be taking inventory and helping keep track of supplies. It's probably the closest I'll get to accounting here," Jim Swain chuckled. Jess rolled her eyes lovingly at her parents.
There was a hum of conversation around us, as if everyone else was thinking of the same thing: trying to find their new place in this new world. I still didn't know my place, which I meant I had to have another wonderful conversation with my father (eye roll).
Until then I wanted to enjoy the relative peace around me. The smiles Finn kept shooting my way were making me feel warm and content. Every so often his hand would seek mine out under the table and give it a reassuring squeeze. It made me feel better about my feelings, although I still felt guilty for finding any happiness when who knew what was happening back on land.
Once dinner was over I rose from my seat to go have the final conversation with my dad. Finn's eyes were questioning, but it was Jess who asked.
"Where ya goin' Lo?"
"I have to go talk to my dad and figure out what job I want," was my answer. Jess looked to Finn and then at me. I didn't miss the motion.
"Will we see you later?" she asked.
"Maybe we could watch another movie later?" Tristan piped in.
"Sure, sounds good. I'll meet you at the room when I'm done."
My gaze fell on Finn, and I was slightly disappointed he didn't say anything. Didn't he want to see me later? Or was he happy to be rid of me? My troubled thoughts continued as I sought out my dad, leader of the Chiefs.
***
Finn watched her go, cursing himself for his silence. They were so many things he wanted to say, but for some reason he said none of them. He really wanted to see her again, to watch a movie with her, anything to be around her. But he wasn't quite sure where they stood. For starters, the way they met at college was unconventional. And now the world was ending.
And yet, she had comforted him when he thought about his mother. He didn't want to dwell on that, he refused to believe she was gone yet. Damn, Finn, think of something else. Think of Logan.
Man, she was gorgeous, like some entrancing gypsy. Her eyes, fuck he sounded like a romantic, but her eyes always pulled him in. He wanted to drown in them. And she was smart too, and had a great sense of humor. Not to mention that fiery temper of hers that got his blood pumping.
His brother nudged him to bring him back to reality. Finn scowled but Tristan just continued to grin. He leaned in closer.
"Dude, you've got it bad," he whispered.
"Fuck off," was the response he got.
"I heard how hot and heavy you were in her room you know."
"I could say the same about you."
They let the subject go while the group started disbanding.
"Alright kids, we're off. If you need anything, you know where to find us," the Swains said.
"Thanks Mom and Dad," Jess began, "we'll be heading out anyway."
"Movie time?" Tris asked. Jess smiled flirtatiously at him.
"Of course."
Together they made our way back to her cabin. It sucked for Finn to watch his brother and Jess together with Logan absent. However, that he would get to see her again soon was his consolation. In her room, he took her bed while his companions took the other. He fought the urge to pull her pillow close so he could inhale her scent. Finn shook his head, thinking how silly he felt. A sigh escaped him as he laid back to wait.
***
Finding my father wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Getting him away from the other chiefs was more challenging. When he did finally break away, it was with Rick.
"Hello Sweetheart," my father said with a smile. I didn't smile back, still fuming a little about his earlier prejudice.
"Hello," I replied to them stoically.
Rick cleared his throat. "Logan, your dad and I discussed your request after lunch and I think we've come up with a pretty good compromise."
My heart started beating hopefully. "Really?" I asked hopefully.
"Yes," my dad answered happily.
"We'd still like you to work the other jobs where you're needed," Rick said, "but when the time comes for the team to go on scouting missions, we'll allow you a guard position on the ship, to watch for anyone, or anything, coming or going. You can even train with us if you'd like."
I ran the words through my head, trying to understand. Okay, so it wasn't exactly what I was hoping for, but it was a step in the right direction. I squealed in excitement and threw myself at my dad to hug him, and then Rick. Strange that the hug with Rick seemed... different, but maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I really had to stop that.
"Thank you thank you thank you!!" It came out in a rush I was so happy. I bounced around a bit like a little girl who just found out she was getting a pony.
"I'm glad you're not mad anymore Honey. I have to get back to the other chiefs. Be careful. Are you coming Rick?" my father asked.
"I'm going to brief Logan on her new schedule and then I'll be back Boss."
An awkward silence ensued once the two of us were left. Rick was the one to break the ice.
"I'm glad you're not mad anymore Doll."
His crooked grin was very endearing. "You know me Ricky, I have an awful temper, but it never lasts long." His chuckle echoed in the hallway.
"Yes, I definitely do know. Do you remember how mad you were when Katie G. down the street from you pushed you in the dirt in front of your friend Jimmy? I swear your whole face turned red and then the next thing I knew you were making that poor girl eat a mudpie!"
"Hey!" I objected. "She was NOT a poor little girl. SHE was the one who pushed ME. It wasn't my fault Jimmy liked me instead of her. She deserved to eat all of the mud I fed her!!"
Rick was laughing so hard he had to pause every few words. "Your poor dad... Katie's mom... came looking... for you. And she blamed your dad for letting you force feed her daughter mud. You're dad had seen the whole thing and he was about to scold you when that fat woman came marching up to the two of you. She called you a dirty little delinquent and your father turned beet red. He started yelling for that 'fat cow to teach her daughter some manners' because her daughter started it. By the time they were done having it out I thought your dad was going to feed HER a mudpie."
We laughed together at the thought. Oh those were the days, when everything made sense. Except for boys that is. "So what is this new schedule we're going over?"
"Mind if I walk you to your room while we go over it? Or were you heading somewhere else?"
"That's fine, we can walk and talk."
"Good." His smile made me feel warm and feminine. I blushed and looked ahead. "Anyway, the fitness class for the ship is at 7:30am and will last an hour. If you want to be a part of the team, you have to attend that class at least four times a week. In addition, there will be a training class Monday through Friday at 10:30 in the morning. There will also be a weekly meeting on Sundays at 3:30 in the afternoon."
"Sounds good! It's been a while since I practiced martial arts anyway. I won't let you down Rick."
I was so happy to be included that I would happily do everything that he asked. He stopped in the middle of the stairwell (the elevators were now for emergencies and the disabled only to conserve power). He looked down at me with those deep eyes and pulled me into another hug.
"I know you won't let me down Doll." He laid his cheek briefly against my hair before stepping back. I didn't know how to respond, so I continued on my way while going over what just happened. What was that about? Was Rick having... feelings for me? Did I want him to? Sure it was an ego boost, but after considering it, I still wanted to see where Finn and I were going.
"Thank you for convincing my father. I know he's where I get my stubborn streak and temper from."
"You're right about that. But he does want you to be happy, and he knows that you're growing up. He doesn't like it though."
I laughed, "Of course he doesn't. I'll always be his 'baby girl.'"
"You're his only."
We stopped in front of my door. Rick hooked his thumbs in his pockets to keep from reaching out.
"Well, I guess this is goodnight Doll. Tell Finn and Tristan if you see them that I'll go over the rundown with them in the morning, unless you want to tell them? Our first meeting will be day after tomorrow since it's a Sunday."
His words didn't make sense at first, and then they started to process. I put a hand up in front of me, "Wait a minute, what are you saying Rick?"
His expression was puzzled. "All of the new members of my team need to know their schedule. That includes Finn and Tristan Kendrick... you didn't know?"
"No, I didn't."
***
The three inside of the room were silent after hearing the conversation through the door. While Finn didn't like hearing anyone else call Logan 'Doll', he liked even less the way that her conversation with Rick had gone. In that moment of clarity it occurred to him that he had never shared his decision to join the security team with her.
Shit.
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"The medic thinks that we're all infected with the zombie virus and that when we die, whether we got bit or not, we will turn," Captain Mohamed Yusuf said, shaking his head. The six-foot-tall, dark-skinned Somali soldier looked sullen as if burdened by what he'd just said. Private Malik Osman looked at his commanding officer with concern. The Captain wasn't usually the type to give into or fall for bullshit. The fledgling Somali National Army is no place for jokers. The top brass has big plans for the Somali army. It's up to them to make sure that Somalia doesn't fall to the zombie apocalypse...
"something to think about, sir," Malik Osman replied. The big and tall, dark-skinned and bald-headed young Somali soldier hefted his rifle and scanned the horizon. The unit was made up of thirty five men, and they had been assigned by Colonel Fatima Said to patrol the northern sector near the City of Mogadishu. The zombies had crossed into Somalia through the Gulf of Aden and the flesh-eating monsters needed to be stopped. All because a cruise ship full of infected Americans somehow got past the Yemeni Navy. Why must Africans always pay for the Arabs mistakes?
"Sir, I see something," said Corporal Mariam Ali. She'd taken point a few hours ago and marched ahead of the rest of the regiment. The tall, skinny young Somali female soldier gesticulated excitedly at the Captain. Sighing, Captain Yusuf went to meet with the young woman. The Captain was in no mood for another surprise. Last night, they ran into a pack of zombies near the Village of Masood and had a devil of a time taking them down. The zombies were slain, but several of the villagers were infected. The Captain and his troops did what had to be done.
Corporal Mariam Ali sounded tense, which bothered Captain Yusuf somewhat. There is a growing number of women in the Somali National Army. Many have people have strong feelings about that, one way or another. Captain Yusuf doesn't have a problem with a female soldier as long as she does her job and follows orders, same as the men. Corporal Mariam Ali hadn't risen to her rank because the Somali military brass felt like being nice. She was a capable soldier. Privately, the Captain wondered what had her so spooked...
"Yes, Corporal," Captain Yusuf said as he reached Corporal Mariam Ali. The young Somali Muslim woman pointed to something in the distance. Captain Yusuf looked in the direction the corporal pointed at and what he saw almost froze his blood. Almost. There was a horde of zombies on the march. The things didn't move in the slow, haphazard manner of the dull-witted flesh eaters. The zombies were perhaps three kilometers away from their current position but even at that distance, something wasn't right about the way they moved.
"People, we have zombies three klicks away," Captain Yusuf barked. At once, the rest of the regiment readied themselves. This wasn't their first hayride. For weeks now, the regiment had been marching across the desert, putting down zombies left and right. The sons and daughters of the Somali homeland hadn't bowed down to American invaders or Italian conquistadors and they wouldn't bow down to the damned zombies. Each man and woman in the regiment had a rifle, two pistols and plenty of ammo, food and water to last a long while. Zombie killing is their business and business is good...
"Good call on the shambling hordes," Private Malik Osman said to Corporal Mariam Ali, and the young woman nodded. The two of them hailed from Hargeisa, a beautiful yet rough spot in their corner of Somalia. Folks from wild areas like Somaliland and Hargeisa didn't understand that these places were a different world from quaint, urban Mogadishu. The toughest gangs of Mogadishu couldn't hold a candle to farming folks from Puntland or Hargeisa. The locals in these farming areas spent their lives protecting their land and cattle from brigands, hyenas and jackals, in that order. They weren't scared of much.
"Of course I spotted the shambling hordes, can't have a zombie bite your cute ass," Corporal Mariam Ali replied, laughing. Private Malik Osman grinned and shook his head. Yeah, the corporal might have left the backwoods of Hargeisa but the backwoods of Hargeisa hadn't left her. Mariam adjusted her Hijab under her helmet and then drank from her gourd. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead. The desert gets to everyone, even seasoned desert dwellers like these fine Somali troopers.
Watching Mariam drink, Malik suddenly remembered he was thirsty. He drank from his gourd as well. The desert heat was constant and was a worse killer than the zombies. In the early days, the regiment lost two rookies to the damned heat. They hadn't lost anyone to the zombies...yet. Malik sincerely hoped that the troops managed to cleanse Somalia of zombies. He was looking forward to his cousin Ahmed's wedding in Puntland next month. Ahmed was marrying a beautiful young woman named Laila, the daughter of fierce tribal farmers. The unification of clans through weddings was always a beautiful thing.
The Somali military troops marched across the desert, eager to face the zombie horde. When the zombie outbreak began a few months ago, many in the world didn't take the threat seriously. It wasn't until global news outlets showed footage of American soldiers getting devoured by zombies on the streets of an infested NYC that the rest of the world took the threat seriously. America fell, as did Canada. Mexico was supposedly still holding out. The zombie outbreak that began somewhere in upstate New York soon left the continent of North America.
Last month, zombie outbreaks were reported in Paris, France, and also in Marrakesh, Morocco. The Somali National Army went on high alert after zombie outbreaks were reported in the Republic of Yemen. Yemen was right next to Somalia, and what troubled one nation often troubled the other. The zombies were in Somalia now and something had to be done about them. Anyone who got bitten by a zombie needed to be killed. Man or woman, young or old, it made no difference. One bite is all it takes for a beloved friend, a brother or a sister, a lover or a colleague, to become one of the Undead.
The zombie horde marched on, unaffected by the desert heat. The zombies don't feel fear or pain. They cannot get tired. They cannot feel thirst. They do feel hunger, though. The Hunger is what drives them. The zombies hunger for human flesh is unending. It can never be sated. The zombie hunger will never end, not even if they manage to devour every last human being on the Planet Earth. As the zombies walked about in search of prey, one of them wondered about the state of things...
The zombie in question had once been a young woman named Ayaan Hamideh. Once upon a time, Ayaan was tall, brown-skinned, dark-haired and curvy. In those halcyon days, Ayaan had been young and beautiful. Everyone in the environs of Hargeisa most certainly thought so. Ayaan married a wealthy man named Kader Dahir and the two of them had a family. They settled in a big farm on the south end of Hargeisa. All was well until the zombies came. The zombies were put down but not before they devoured Ayaan's family and infected her. The soldiers of the Somali National Army came and put down the zombies. Ayaan fled, out of sheer desperation. She knew she was infected but she didn't want to die...
"Not finished yet," Ayaan said to the disinterested heavens as she walked across the Somali desert. The other zombies pressed on, though a few of them looked at her curiously after hearing her speak. Zombies moan, grunt, and sometimes roar but human speech isn't part of their repertoire. Ayaan did not understand why she was different. She was a zombie, but she could still talk and think. In the absence of anything better to do, Ayaan walked with the other zombies. She felt the same hunger they did, though she retained her human intelligence. That would come in handy later...
Suddenly, the wind blew their way, and what it carried triggered every zombie within the horde. It was the most delicious smell in the universe. The zombies typically ignored the camels, wild goats, wild donkeys, camels, jackals, leopards, ibexes and other beasts of the Somali desert. The smell of animals did not entice them anymore than the smell of trees did. To a zombie, food meant one thing and one thing only. The smell of Man. That scent triggered a signal within the rotting brains of every zombie within the horde. In life, they had been men and women, fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters. In the Undead state, they are an army of the dead.
"Food," Ayaan said, and a ghastly smile split the female zombie's formerly beautiful face. With a new bounce in her step, Ayaan followed the other zombies in the direction of the smell. The delicious smell was stronger now, and the zombies followed it like flowers turning toward sunlight on an early morning. The smell of Man was wonderfully intoxicating. The zombies ignored the beasts of desert, plateau, forest and plain because they didn't smell right. To the Undead, the flesh of animals was about as appetizing as cardboard. The flesh of Man, however, was the sun and the moon, and perhaps the whole universe, to a hungry zombie...
Without even realizing it, the zombies formed strict lines as they marched across the desert. These were fresh zombies. Mere weeks ago they had been proud citizens of the Somali Republic. They had names like Ahmed, Omar, Ibrahim, Warsame, Fatima, Aden, Yasmin, Yusuf, Amina, Fariha, and Ayaan, of course. They had all been someone's son or daughter, brother or sister, mother or father, uncle or aunt. They had been members of tribes and clans, villages and towns, cities and nations. Now they were a mindless horde of shambling zombies, their rotting brains awakened by hunger.
"Here they come," Captain Yusuf shouted, and the men and women of the Somali military unit took their positions. The small army gathered on a hill, and readied their weapons. The soldiers knew to make head shots because nothing else worked on a zombie. Mariam and Malik lay side by side on the sandy hill, rifles on their shoulders. They aimed for the zombies and waited for their commanding officer's order. The captain ordered them to fire, and fire they did.
"Hungry," Ayaan said aloud, and she suddenly saw...them. The humans. They stood on a hill, a short distance away. They were armed to the teeth, a group of men and women in uniform. Ayaan's zombified body yearned to throw itself at the humans but her still-more-human-than-not brain warned her against that. All around Ayaan, the zombies moaned and reached for the humans who were still hundreds of meters away. The shambling horde walked toward what they saw as food, and what Ayaan knew to be their doom.
"Like shooting fish in a barrel," Malik said, laughing as he fired shot after shot. The young Somali Private dropped a zombified Somali housewife, and an elderly male zombie, and a few others. Next to Malik, Mariam also lined up shot after shot. The young Somali female soldier was quite the markswoman. In her younger days, Mariam dreamed of protecting Somalia from threats both foreign and domestic. She never imagined she'd be killing zombies while out in the desert. Smiling, Mariam happily put down the shambling nightmares. The only good zombie is a dead zombie. Well, one that is dead for good, anyway. Soon, all the zombies lay motionless on the burning sands of the Somali desert...
"Sweet, they're all down," Mariam said, and she whooped and hollered in triumph. The other members of the regiment did the same. Captain Yusuf smiled at Corporal Mariam Ali and Private Malik Osman. The commanding officer praised the men and women of his unit for a job well done. They shot all the damned zombies from a distance and didn't even have to inspect themselves for bites or scratches. The victorious men and women of the Somali regiment headed back towards Mogadishu. They had to rendezvous with another unit who was mopping up zombies in their corner of the desert...
When the Somali military unit began firing at the zombie horde, Ayaan did what no zombie had done before. She dropped on the desert floor and lay perfectly still. The other zombies inexorably marched to their doom. The Somali soldiers shot them in the head, and killed them all. The zombie horde fell and did not rise. A bullet to the head stops a dead man or a dead woman. The living and the dead have that in common. Head shots usually mean the end. Lying flat on the desert floor, Ayaan prayed to a deity whose name she didn't dare utter. The soldiers did not come to finish the job. Ayaan waited and waited, and still they did not come.
"Soon, we will reunite with the other units," Captain Yusuf said as he walked at the front of the regiment with Private Malik Osman and Corporal Mariam Ali in tow. The younger soldiers walked with their commander. The day was coming to an end, and they had once more killed a bunch of zombies without losing any of their own. If this continues, then this particular regiment might be the luckiest unit of the new Somali National Army. The unit's men and women were in fine spirits. Mariam was a bit out of sorts so Malik asked her what was up. What are friends for?
"Corporal, and dear friend of mine, what's got you bugging?" Malik asked with a smile. Mariam looked at her friend and sighed. The soldiers gathered around the campfire, eating and drinking. There were three soldiers on guard at all times while the others relaxed. The men and women of the Somali regiment were in fine spirits. Mariam hesitated, but Malik was not dropping the subject. Taking a deep breath, Mariam decided to fess up...
"The zombies we saw today marched like a well-oiled army instead of a shambling horde and yet we killed them so easily, doesn't make sense," Mariam said softly. Malik looked at Mariam and considered the young Somali woman's words. The firefight with the zombie horde had gone well. Somalia's men and women have always been at war in one way or another. If the enemy wasn't Ethiopians or Americans than it was Italians or someone else. Sometimes, Somalis fought Somalis over tribal stuff. A people that is continually at war knows how to fight...
"I hope the zombies continue to be slow and stupid because if they get smarter and faster, we are dead," Malik said after a long moment. Mariam considered Malik's words and nodded. The thought of smart zombies was horrifying. Mariam made a fist and Malik bumped his fist against it. They were just friends. Good friends who happened to be soldiers. No romantic bullshit or bullshit sexual tension. Mariam has a husband waiting for her at home, and Malik has a girlfriend waiting for him at home. The two friends bantered and laughed as their first tour of duty in the Somali/Zombie War came to an end.
As the soldiers slept, with dutiful and well-armed sentinels on guard duty, they were being watched. Ayaan the zombie lurked in the darkness. The humans were so close, and smelled so delicious, but she dared not attack them. There were too many humans and they had guns, knives, machetes, and maybe even grenades. Ayaan is new to being a zombie but her still-human brain remembered the tools of the military trade. Ayaan had no chance against an army of well-armed human soldiers. She needed to bide her time and follow them until she could get one or two of them alone. One way or another, Ayaan the zombie would avenge her fallen comrades of the horde...
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<em>(Hi All, You don't need to read the first chapter, though it would be great if you did. The emphasis is not on fighting zombies. However, it is a setting that brings different types of people together. This chapter is about the sex. I hope you enjoy.)</em>
Day 5 is winding down and this team of survivors is relaxing from a hard day's work of killing the infected, recruiting survivors, and obtaining more survival gear. Michelle comes out to the three guys she is a woman with something extra and wants to flaunt her assets to the delight of the three guys.
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"Are you serious?" Our six foot plus leader, 'Boss Man' asked the sexy and topless transgendered, curly haired beauty kneeling between his knees.
"Definitely!" She exclaimed undoing his pants and pulling out his already hard and precum dripping thick cock.
Watching my girlfriend, Michelle, go down on my long time friend, Jake, reminded me of the first time I saw her. At the time, she was a mousey, scared looking guy (who would introduce himself as Mikey), with scraggly hair and rushing through the kitchen door within the first few minutes of the outbreak, just five days ago.
However, and living in this moment and just thirty minutes ago, Michelle had given us three guys a serious strip tease, along with exotic dancing, and a lap dance for each of us. Michelle stripped down to her black lace panties, with her rigid and luscious eight inch cock yearning to escape its confines. She was topping off her incredible performance by offering her full, red painted lips to my friend's very big dick.
Andy and I were sitting next to each other on the couch across from the recliner. We had a perfect view of Michelle's ass. Although her puckered asshole was barely covered by a string between her ass cheeks, her butt was extremely desirable and our imaginings ran wild. Andy, aka 'The Lover', had more than once watched me touching my bulge over my shorts as my sexy girlfriend performed fellatio on Jake. I released my hand from my groin and I simply nodded my head. Andy excitedly reached for the outline of my six inch cock pressing against my shorts.
He anxiously unzipped me and reached in to caress my erection. I put my hand on his shoulder and this subtle action strangely reminded me of his less than grand entrance.
The outbreak occurred and I ran upstairs after Jake, Mikey, and I secured the downstairs. I remembered hearing Andy's fist frantically slamming on the upstairs door. I pulled him inside the house and put my hand on shoulder. He was crying about how his wife and neighbors changed. They were infected. The infected would tear into another person's flesh. These psychos that bit into living flesh immediately sought other uninfected living bodies.
Back to this moment, I noticed Andy eased my rock hard cock out of the restrictive clothing and I watched as he took his finger, wet from my precum, to his lips and showed me he could suck my cum from his finger as easily as I sucked his cock a couple days ago. The threesome between Andy, Michelle, and me was beyond incredible! It was the first time I sucked a man's cock, his, and the first time I plunged my dick inside Michelle's tight and perfect asshole.
Andy leaned his head down and licked the tip of my cock and started slowing sucking on just my helmet. I had to stop him because I did not want to cum yet. He understood and sat back up but his hand stayed on my very hard shaft.
I heard Jake's voice as he came, and wow, he must have needed the sexual release.
"FUUUUUCCkkkkkkk! Yeeeeeeeesssss! Dammmmmnnn! He roared.
Michelle kept her head down in his lap for a few more moments before picking her head up and looked at Jake.
Jake was sweating and helped her up from her knees. "Thank you! Thank you! I needed that so much!"
"My pleasure!" Michelle purred and hugged him hard. "I just wanted to say thank you for everything you have done for me."
"You're very welcome, Michelle, 'The Killer'. I am glad you are on the team." Pulling his shorts up, he turned to all of us, "I hope you don't mind but I am going to call it a night."
We all nodded as he disappeared into his room and turned the music up slightly.
Michelle wiped his cum from her face, chin, and perfectly shaped C-cup breasts using her discarded blouse as a big tissue. She then put her hands confidently on her hips as she surveyed Andy and me on the couch with our cocks out of our shorts.
"It is my turn to be pleased!" She said, filled with confidence, pride and excitement. "Now, strip!"
I would have undressed faster but she started giving us a repeat of the show she put on less than thirty minutes ago. She swayed as before but with more passion, grace and a stronger lust. She gripped her cock through her panties and brandished it like a weapon. Michelle slowly pushed her hips out and back repetitively to simulate her fucking either a mouth or asshole. She licked her lips lasciviously and shook her ass to taunt me and Andy.
I almost did not notice Andy removing white cotton panties from his legs as we undressed. Andy and I eventually were fully nude and Michelle beckoned us to our knees with a simple finger motion; like an enchantress to her minions.
Andy and I excitedly and obediently knelt on either side of her shapely and lovely legs. We looked up at her extremely hard cock and it seemed to grow and expand. Her wonderful cock seemed to almost tear the black, thong panties as she flaunted her beautiful breasts and perfectly shaped ass.
Andy and I did not hesitate to remove her panties and take turns sucking her balls, shaft, and precum dripping cock head. We were both very familiar with her size and girth, having experienced her in our hands and mouth. Though, Andy was the only one of us lucky to be fucked in the ass by her.
Andy slid his free hand to my very hard cock and began to stroke me as he was closer and closer to having her completely between his lips. This was at least his third go at her beautiful cock and it seemed he was getting better each time.
Michelle noticed Andy's hand on me after he successfully deep throated her cock with his nose pressed against her lower belly.
Michelle said excitedly. "That is too fucking hot, Andy! Suck us both, honey. I know you want to do it. Put both our cocks in your mouth!"
I quickly stood up and put my arm around Michele; keeping our bodies close and our erect cocks bumping. Andy looked up at us with a huge grin on his face as he held our cocks in his hands.
He licked my cock head first and then licked up Michelle's precum. He stroked Michelle's dick as he sucked my cock half way into his mouth. He bobbed up and down on my pole a couple times and repeated the oral action on Michelle's dick while stroking me.
Gaining courage and knowledge of putting our dicks in his mouth, he grasped our cocks and put them together, rubbing our shafts and moving his lips closer to our collective cock heads. Michelle seemed to be even more excited as she watched this novice take us both between his lips. Andy leaned down and opened his mouth as wide as possible and pushed us both inside his warm confines. The sensation of Michelle's dick rubbing along mine is always a sweet pleasure. However, the feeling of our dicks squished in a warm and excited mouth is almost indescribable.
Andy seemed to be a pro as he held us between his lips while his tongue swiped from one dick slit to the next and slowly easing his head down further to allow our shafts to enter. He held his movements for a beat before easing us out. Andy repeated the process a couple times being slow and deliberate. I could feel Michelle's cock start to tremble and I know my cock slit was seeping out more cum with each suck.
Michelle slowly separated from his lips and my body. "Steve, it is your turn to fuck him. He has such a tight ass! You will love it and I want to watch."
Andy was extremely excited and was quick to lie on his back on the carpeted floor with his legs spread. I anxiously prepped his asshole with a lot of lube before I slowly finger fucked him; preparing him for a deep fucking. I carefully slid the condom over my cock, with Michelle watching me to do it carefully and correctly. I slowly pressed my cock head at his tight entrance and eased inside him. He sighed and I paused to let him adjust to this anal incursion. My cock head passed his anal ring and my shaft seemed to slide right inside his tight but welcoming asshole.
Michelle stopped stroking her dick and slid off the couch to get a closer look. Her forehead was touching Andy's chin as she started kissing him. He released his legs to excitedly hold her hair as their lips pressed and tongues tangled.
I slowed my entrance into his tight ass so I could watch them and not jostle their embrace. Michelle broke the kiss and licked his chin. She slinked her body down his, nibbling and licking his chest, paying special attention to his nipples before kissing his belly and licking the precum off his extremely hard cock. I am sure Andy had his lips wrapped around Michelle's hardness because I watched her body tremble slightly before taking more of Andy's dick between her lips.
I eased all of me inside Andy and pulled out slowly until just my cock head was inside him. I eased back and then thrust a little harder. I pulled back and thrust into him again and again, moving my hips faster and faster.
Andy broke from Michelle's cock and screamed, "Yes! Fuck Yes! Don't stop!"
Michelle kept her lips around his cock as he continued to express his lustful thoughts.
"Fuuuuck meee Steeeve! Suck meeeeee Michhhhheeeellllle!" He exclaimed as he was pumping his loads into Michelle's mouth.
I could only assume he exploded between her lips. Seemingly to prove this assumption, Michelle looked up at me to show me her mouth was indeed filled with copious amounts of his seed.
My cock was about to burst and I have no idea how I managed to hold back the deluge. Michelle slid off Andy and turned her body so the two were face to face. She pulled him in for a deep kiss. I took the opportunity to ease out of him, toss the condom and kneel on the side of his face and very slowly stroked my cock.
Michelle noticed my position when she broke the kiss. She knelt on the other side of him and also slowly stroked her cock.
Andy did not hesitate to swallow my cock first. I could not have been between his lips for a minute before my balls contracted and my cock expanded.
"Ohhhhh! Wow! Yes! Fuuuuuuuuuuckk!" I screamed out while dumping my load in his mouth.
Andy did not slow down for a moment. His left hand grabbed my ass cheek for balance as he continued to suck me.
"Fucking awesome!" Michelle said excitedly. "EAT meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
My cock slipped from his mouth and we both looked at her and then I looked back to Andy as she jerked her cock furiously over his face. With a mouthful of my cum, Andy opened his mouth wide and he was just in time to catch the sexy transgender's load in his mouth. Stream after stream of cum splashed across his lips, into his mouth, and onto his cheeks and nose.
Michelle quickly leaned down to kiss him and I joined her in licking up her cum and sharing our loads with each other. Three sets of lips and tongues tangled together in post orgasmic bliss and lust.
Eventually we broke apart and helped Andy up. We all sat on the couch catching our breath. We slowly finished our drinks and discussed how incredible that was for all of us. Andy was the first to let us know he had to shower. He grabbed whatever clothes of his he could find and left us. Michelle and I gathered our clothing and we slowly walked naked up the wooden staircase.
Michelle and I eased into the shower and slowly washed each other's skin and kissed our bodies and lips repeatedly. We eventually walked into my bedroom, drying ourselves, and fell onto my bed naked and kissing while holding each other.
I caressed Michelle's beautiful and naked form until sleep rapidly took her. I could hear her quietly snoring and see her body lightly rising and falling; matching her breathing. I remembered being intrigued by her, following the first night we met. Though, I never thought I would have this moment or feel this much about wanting and needing her.
A few short days ago, the world had gone insane! Jake's and my girlfriends were among the first to be infected and that night was terrifying for all of us. This group of four managed to stay alive that night. When I finally fell asleep that evening, I never thought I would desperately want or need to sleep with any of them.
Michelle, then known as Mikey that first night, was assigned the bedroom across from mine. During that first morning following the mayhem, I passed him in the bathroom door and noticed his cute ass cheeks encased in pink panties with the word 'MEOW' in purple lettering. I was thinking about him in a different light ever since that one very brief moment.
The second night we met she orally pleased me and our sexual exploits have escalated each night since the cataclysm. She has been a fuck temptress and sleeping with me ever since the first time we went down on each other. Of course, I was falling I was in love with her. Tonight, I snuggled even closer to her and softly stroked her shoulder before exhaustion overtook me and I closed my eyes.
I woke up first and she was definitely sporting a hard-on, showcasing her beautifully shaped and perfectly curved large cock. I was too tempted and, being careful not to wake her, I took her sweet dick between my lips. I slowly bobbed my head up and down just for the sheer pleasure of having her between my lips and feel her cock fill my mouth to capacity. I don't know how long I was enjoying the sensation before I looked up and saw a smiling Michelle looking back at me. I eased my mouth off her large cock covered with my saliva.
"Don't stop now. I was enjoying that!" She said playfully.
"I have an idea I think you would enjoy even more." I rose and moved toward the end table, taking the anal lube and squeezing some on my hand.
"Are you sure?" She asked me excitedly.
I have been inside her and though this will be the first time I will take a real cock inside me, I am not a stranger to an anal invasion. My kinky girlfriend, of two months, loved to fuck me with various dildos and loved pegging me. I am not nervous; rather I am very excited to feel Michelle's real and alive cock inside me.
Michelle relaxed on the bed as she looked up at me while I lubed her imposing cock; I saw her smiling with anticipation and desire. I held her hard and thick dick in my hand and aimed my asshole directly above her imposing member. Michelle held my hips to ensure I didn't fall and her eyes never left her cock as her tip touched my anal opening.
I remembered my breathing techniques but I was not prepared for how big her cock head actually is as it pressed into me.
"Ow. Ow. Fuck. So wide! Fuck!" I exclaimed as quietly as I could.
"Relax, sweetheart. You are doing great." She quietly encouraged me. "You will love me. I mean this; when I am inside you."
Speaking in a voice I could only hear, "I already do" as more of her entered me. It hurt so badly, especially during the initial invasion of her passing my anal ring with that seemingly huge cock head of hers.
"Don't stop, lover. You are almost there." Michelle continued her encouragement as I was nearing her base.
I guess I had my eyes closed as I realized my next view was her cute nipples sitting atop perfectly shaped C-cups. My ass was completely filled. Damn, what a sensation! My knees were on each side of her hips and my ass cheeks were resting against her inner thighs. I could feel her ball sac pressing against my butt.
Michelle slowly eased her hands off my hips long enough to guide my fingers to her breasts; encouraging me to squeeze them to my heart's content.
"Play with them, honey. It turns me on." She cooed. "I want to get more acquainted with you, as well."
Michelle put her hands on my hips and I felt the bed sink. Her cock slightly pulled back as her ass pushed into the bed. She slowly raised her hips until I felt her balls against me again. Very slowly she repeated these actions. She alternated between lifting my hips just enough that when she let go, I was flush against her skin. She would hold me steady and push upward and pause before repeating these actions again and again. Michelle took her time and enjoyed the sensations of slowly penetrating me again and again.
The pain was waning and I began to feel pleasure from her slow and persistent fucking. My cock had reawakened and I felt more comfortable as I lifted my hands from her breasts to grasp her thighs. She smiled at me and I mouthed the word, 'fuuuckkkkk' as I smiled back at her. I pushed down on her thighs and she helped to lift my hips up and then ease myself down on her dick. Her cock was in me and I was helping her fuck me again and again.
I picked the pace up when she grasped my cock and started stroking me. I was nearing climax and so was Michelle. Our actions became frantic and I lost track of who was fucking between her pushing upwards and my downward actions.
"Micheeeelle! Steeeeve!" We cried out to each other simultaneously. "Yeeeeeesssss! Fuuuuuckkkk! OOooohhhhhh!!"
I felt her cock expand and her explosion of cum into my body. My first spurt almost reached her lips but landed between her tits. My next shots landed on her belly and fingers. I soon experienced her cock soften inside me until it flopped out, fully sated.
"Now, I own you." She laughed, covering my face with kisses.
"Oh yeah?" I returned her kisses and laughs with my own. I rotated our bodies until she was atop of me and I pulled her in for a deep kiss.
"I guess, now that you are on top, I own you." I smiled and looked into her eyes. She smiled widely.
"Yes!" Michelle agreed and embraced me as we lip locked.
Eventually, we broke apart and took turns to use the bathroom and shower. We dressed in our own rooms and met up with Jake and Andy in the kitchen.
The morning breakfast was completely jovial between Jake and Andy. Though, it was expectedly awkward at first when Michelle and I entered the kitchen. Andy seemed shy and perhaps embarrassed. I guess he was feeling the nervous flutters due to our sexual romp. Eventually, though, he calmed down and he warmed up to his normal, smiling self by the daily roll call. Jake was uneasy toward Michelle but she just held his hand for a moment to reassure him all was okay.
Jake, aka 'Boss Man' led us into the living room and eyed each of us as we settled down and prepared for his speech on who needs to do what today. Jake stated he and Andy would gather up the volunteers and trek outward. Michelle and I would do the same. We would all meet back when the work day was over and exchange information.
Michelle, now armed with a ponga, a side arm -- colt 45, and a ragged edged knife strapped to her calf, no longer concealed her female sexuality. She confidently strode outside with her protective equipment, properly worn. Michelle, 'The Killer', was not afraid to show she was a woman to be reckoned with if someone was foolish enough to try her.
Michelle and I started our day by going to the houses that had living people who volunteered to help us clean up the neighborhood and expand our influence. We also had to look for more survivors, 'clean' the infected, and obtain more supplies. Jake and Andy went to the houses they discovered that had volunteers. Their plan was to cover more area, gather intelligence and more volunteers.
Michelle and I had more experience than those we collected, so we broke up into two teams of six apiece. We nodded to each other before we parted and moved in opposite directions along the coast line.
We would later learn Jake and Andy found eight people and they ventured out in four cars-two persons per car. One car followed another and the two teams traveled in opposite directions. Andy's team would drive east, collecting intelligence and dispatching the infected. Jake's team traveled west and did the same.
The teams were predominantly male; I assume to keep their females safe. The volunteers ranged from 18 to about 50.
I led my six-member team and showed them my techniques to stay alive. Each of us in my team had two weapons, one a blunt force weapon and the other was a slashing weapon. Of course, a few of the volunteers had firearms and they were obviously much more effective dispatching the infected.
However, I showed them the techniques I learned to stay alive. Within an hour or two, we had more weapons and more protective gear. We encountered the infected and dispatched them faster and with less drama upon each engagement. We were able to break into three groups of two to cover more ground, obtain more supplies, and bring in more allies. We wrapped it up later than we expected with promises to repeat the process the next day.
I arrived at the condo, removing my outerwear and putting the clothing in a bucket of bleach, with promises to clean it thoroughly before tomorrow's outing. I entered the condo, walked upstairs to shower, and noticed Michelle's door was closed, though I heard giggling. I figured she wanted privacy so I just went to the bathroom, took a hot shower and the like, before I walked to my bedroom and relaxed on the bed and dozed off.
Michelle woke me by kissing my lips and caressing my hairy chest.
"Hi love. I mean lover," a cheery Michelle whispered. "Boss Man is out for the night. It is all good. There are rumors about him and this pretty blond in his work party hanging together."
"Nice!" I said eagerly, reaching for Michelle, expecting a night alone with her.
She easily slipped from my grasp and continued. "Andy is not in his room but I really want you to meet someone. Her name is Aurora and I think you will like her."
I raised my eyebrows questioningly.
She took my hand to ease me out of bed and get my ass in gear. "Why don't you put on a shirt and go downstairs, fix us all a couple drinks so we can get to know each other?"
A few minutes later, Michelle appeared with Aurora following her into the kitchen. Aurora wore white sandals, a light orange cocktail dress, which was showing serious cleavage; had to be breast forms and they looked so real. Her neckline was adorned with a beautiful pearl necklace. Pretty pearl earrings, perfectly done make-up, and highlights in her curly blonde hair ensured she looked hot!
My cock was definitely hardening as I took in the sight of her. Michelle has so many talents and I was very interested in learning more about her for a very long time.
"Hi Aurora. You look absolutely beautiful and stunning!" I pulled out the bar stool for her to sit next to me.
"Thank you, Steven. You are such the gentlemen." She spoke softly with a slightly higher pitch than Andy.
I pulled out the stool on the end of the bar, allowing my beautiful girlfriend to sit her sexy ass in the chair adjacent Aurora. Michelle kissed me briefly as she sat. Michelle was wearing a light brown halter top with white mini skirt and light brown sandals. Her bright blue earrings and curly brown hair highlighted her hazel eyes. Though her make-up was lightly applied, her cheek bones were accentuated perfectly, and as always, she looked beautiful.
Michelle and I were sitting on either side of Aurora as we cheered and took a sip of our drinks.
Aurora began her story. "Well, my older sister would always play dress up with me when we were growing up. She always liked seeing me in her clothes and made changes to them before wearing them herself. She liked doing it and I have to admit, I liked it. Well, fast forward a few years, and she was home on break from college for Thanksgiving. She wanted me to play dress up with her and at first, I said no, but she convinced me. At the time, I was going to a local college and in my first semester, though not dating anyone. My sister and I experimented with putting clothes on me and make-up as she talked about her boyfriends in college. She asked me about my sex life, and let me how great guys were and how awesome they make women feel."
He took a sip of the red wine before continuing. "Anyway, a few days later, I had my friend over to play video games and he noticed the lipstick my sister left on my dresser. He dared me to wear it and after I did, I dared him to kiss me. He did and I liked it. Our lips were together for a long moment and I liked it a lot. Unfortunately, I pushed my luck when I slid my tongue into his mouth. He kind of freaked out and left. I have not seen him since. I met my soon-to-be wife a few months later."
He paused, getting a drink and looked at us. Michelle gently urged him to continue.
"That episode happened a few years ago and I forgot about all of it. That is, until Michelle and I were in the bedroom of an infected couple we had to address on the lower floor. We were checking the master bedroom and I noticed lingerie on the dresser. Michelle saw me and I asked her what is was like-you know, the lingerie, the kissing, and sucking a dick. Michelle asked me if I wanted to find out. I did and she felt and tasted great!"
Aurora was blushing so hard; I thought her cheeks would burst.
Michelle added, "And you have a nice and tight ass!"
Of course, I chimed in. "Hell yeah! And you give a great blowjob! And you swallow." I added, smiling widely.
"Thank you, Steve. I hope I did not cum in your mouth too much while you sucked away on my cock." Aurora chuckled, reminding me of our first three-way sexual romp.
I turned crimson and could think of nothing to say.
Aurora giggled with embarrassment before finishing her drink. She rose from her seat and air kissed Michelle's cheek. She turned and seemed she was tempted to do something. Unfortunately, she just hugged me and thanked me for taking him in the condo and helping him these past few days.
"Now, if you will excuse me." Aurora said, sliding her hands from her breasts and down her side. "I think me and my new tits are going to be acquainted more intimately. I will think about everything else afterwards."
"Oh." Aurora turned to us as she headed to her bedroom. "Steve, you are lucky to meet someone as beautiful and incredible as Michelle."
I held Michelle's hand in quiet agreement. We had another drink and just talked about anything and everything not related to our current situation. Soon she was yawning and I agreed with her sentiment.
"Sleep with me again tonight?" I asked her hopefully.
"I thought we already established my room is only for my clothes and a second bedroom to have fun." She purred, taking my hand and leading the way to my bedroom.
Michelle and I undressed and crawled in the bed together. Though we had no sex, our bodies coalesced as we fall asleep.
I was the first to wake up to the morning sun and still holding her naked form. We slept nude again, which is a habit I hope we continue. Her cock was semi-hard and I tickled her frenulum, the spot just below her cock head. Her shaft seemed to like it as Michelle's dick was starting to wake up. She stirred but I looked up and her eyes remained closed.
My fingers leisurely strolled along her cock head and slowly down to her shaft. My fingers tickled from her cock slit, outlining her cock head, and lightly touched along her shaft. I could feel the large vein, the loose skin, and her thickness. Her testicles were still hidden between her closed legs so I couldn't investigate them without waking her. However, I was enjoying the sensation of caressing and looking at her slowly growing shaft between my fingers.
I scooted down the bed and leaned in to kiss the tip of her cock. I sucked on her piss slit before taking in the head.
"Don't be greedy." Michelle tells me, smiling. "My mouth also needs to be filled."
I rotated my body so my cock was close to her lips. I held her hips while sliding her body to be on top of mine. I grasped her ass cheeks, to help balance us and the sheer pleasure of squeezing those perfect globes. I leaned forward to capture her hard cock between my lips. Michelle had more control of the situation and was easily able to alternate between sucking my balls and taking my cock into her mouth slowly, deeper, and repeatedly. I may have been squeezing her ass cheeks too hard but she didn't seem to mind. Michelle enjoyed pushing her dick down my throat the harder I sucked her.
"Mmmmmppphh!!" Michelle murmured around my cock as she shoved her eight, thick inches as far as they could; filling my mouth completely.
I almost gagged but the reflex apparently was on hold as my mouth and throat was flooded with one cum explosion after another. She coated the inside of my mouth with her thick, warm, delicious, and precious liquid.
"MMMmmm!! MMmmm!" I mumbled. My fingers gripped her ass cheeks harder as my cock exploded in her mouth. I pushed my hips up repeatedly until my cock was thoroughly satisfied.
I slowly turned on my side, which caused us to separate from each other. We slowly kissed and sucked our cocks to coax the last of our excitement into our mouths.
We eventually rose from the bed and took turns in the bathroom, dressed and met downstairs.
Aurora was in a great mood and made the coffee in her newly acquired white nightie and seemed very comfortable. The three of us held roll call at the bar in the kitchen, while sipping the hot liquid. We discussed personal boundaries; if the door to one of the bedrooms is closed, don't open it. If the door is open however, we could look inside. However, if there is company, the person must be invited or perhaps just jerk off watching the action. We discussed our plan for the day and decided Andy would join Michelle's team. I would go with the team I worked with yesterday. After roll call, Aurora went to her bedroom and emerged as Andy and the three of us set off to our respective work groups.
We met up with the volunteers nearest us and noticed even more people joined our troupe. There were more vehicles and a greater variety of weapons, ranging from machetes to AK 47's. Everyone was excited and ready to take this party to the neighboring counties.
The knowledge transfer with the newcomers was virtually immediate. During our exploration, we eventually met up with the police force-or what was left of it. People had ham radios and information was communicated to the teams in droves. We were learning more and more about our situation and the public was rising to the occasion quickly. It is true that information is power. We were beginning to get very powerful-and having guns don't hurt either.
Later that night, I arrived to a relatively noisy house. Music was on and it was not quiet. I surveyed the downstairs and noticed Andy's door was closed. I walked upstairs and Michelle's door was also closed.
I showered and when I exited, a semi naked Michelle kissed me hard on the lips. I always enjoy her lips pressing against mine. Pulling her close to me, I can't imagine not wanting her beautiful breasts pressing against my hairy chest. My hands squeezed her ass cheeks through her red lace panties and her lower part was definitely responding to our embrace. Michelle broke the kiss and smiled mischievously at me.
"Aurora is downstairs with company and I brought home a gift for us to enjoy." She purred, leading me inside her room.
A naked and very big breasted, voluptuous woman was slowly rubbing her clit, watching our exchange.
"Hi Janice. Allow me to introduce my boyfriend and lover, Steve." Michelle said, removing my towel to show her my naked body and very hard cock.
"Fuck yes!" Janice eyed my dick. "Hi Steve. Let's have some fun!" She squealed.
"I totally agree." I grasped Michelle's hand and excitedly led us toward this sexy and full figured woman.
I wasted no time getting my head between her legs. I have not eaten pussy in over a week and I was not going to pass up the opportunity. I started slowly, licking her pubic mound in small circles and held her ass cheeks to limit her thighs from trapping me. Her mews encouraged me and my tongue slowly descended to her clit. I licked, sucked, and flicked my tongue up and down and in and out of her. I alternated the pace and direction of my tongue. My lips were becoming more wet from her vaginal juices flowing onto my tongue, lips, and face.
My tongue slowly entered her pussy and more delicious liquid flowed into my mouth. I curled my tongue and eased it inside her, repeating the fucking and changed up the tempo. She grabbed my head and pressed her thighs against my ears.
"OOoooooohhhhhh Fuuuuccckk! Eat meeeee!" She cried out again and again.
I tightly closed my lips around her pussy as she flooded my mouth with her orgasm. Janice raised her hips repeatedly as her orgasms overwhelmed her. I had to hold onto her thighs tightly or I think I would have been thrown off the bed. My tongue eased up and my lips started to retract as her body became limp and every touch seemed to be too much a sensation for her to handle.
"Nicely done, lover." Michelle was stroking her big dick already wrapped in a condom and smiling at me. "I am glad you warmed her up for me."
Grinning like a fool and with a face full of woman juice, I excitedly told her, "My pleasure!"
I eased from between her legs as Michelle took my place and raised Janice's plump thighs. She gave Janice another minute to calm down as she lined her thick dick with her wet pussy. Michelle's cock slid into her easily. Her pussy seemed to need feeding and sucked in her shaft within moments. Michelle was balls deep seemingly without effort.
"Oh fuuuuuckkkiiiinnnggg niiiiiice!" Michelle sighed gleefully.
Janice moaned, "So full! Fuck! Yes!"
I was watching Janice's full lips wide open and I had to fill it. I stood next to her on the bed and angled her head toward my rock hard cock. She sucked me without a second thought. I had to hold her bouncing head in place as Michelle picked up the pace. Her cock sliced into Janice's pussy faster and harder.
Janice released her tight lips from my dripping and erect cock and growled, "Fuck me! I want you both in me." She panted between Michelle's thrusts.
Michelle nodded enthusiastically and licked her lips in anticipation. I helped Janice off the bed as Michelle was putting on a fresh condom and started applying the lube to her covered dick. She handed me a condom as I got into position on the bed. I was rolling the condom on me as Janice climbed on top of me. Michelle was at the foot of the bed and I am sure she watching Janice's jiggling ass get into position.
My cock was standing proud as Janice squatted over me. Her full body was shaking slightly as she eased me inside her soaked pussy. My dick easily slid inside her and it was heavenly.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" I said loudly as my hands grasped her big, soft breasts as my cock bottomed out in her.
Janice moaned excitedly and started to slowly move up and down, enjoying my full length enter her repeatedly. I pawed her breasts and squeezed her nipples as my cock enjoyed the soft confides of her wet pussy. Janice slowed down her pace and slowly leaned down until I had to remove my hands from her chest and slide to her back.
I felt the weight of the bed change to indicate Michelle was on it. I held myself and Janice motionless to allow Michelle the opportunity to add lube to Janice's asshole and more liquid on her beautiful pole.
"OoooH! Fuuuuckkkkkk! Take it easy!" Janice yelped when Michelle's cock head invaded her ass.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Michelle apologized excitedly. "It just felt so fucking good!"
I could feel Michelle's cock as if it was sliding next to mine as she entered her rear. Janice's pain apparently was easing because I was soon hearing only sighs of contentment. The bed was not shifting too much, so I assume Michelle was taking it easy on her. Janice was slowly rocking her body up and down in rhythm to us penetrating her holes.
"More! Faster!" Janice moaned.
Michelle drove and I just laid back and thrilled in the luxury of my cock buried in Janice's pussy and her big breasts crushing into me. I relished squeezing Janice's full ass cheeks and her voluptuous body. Michelle's and my hands entwined from time to time during this raucous activity. The bed was rocking and shaking more frantically as Michelle drove her cock home again and again.
Michelle cried out first, "Sooo tight! Fucking yeeeeeessssssssss! I love your aaaaaassss!!"
That was all it took to set me off! "Oooohhhh fuuuuckk!! Aaaawesooommme!"
Janice screamed out, "I am cuuuummmmiiiiinnnnggggg! You amazing fuckers! Make me cuuummm!!"
The bed shook slower and the pressure on my body eased. Michelle's actions slowed and it seemed as if I could feel her cock slip out of Janice's ass. My condom covered cock, filled with my juice, also slowly eased from Janice as she slowly rose from atop of me and slid off me. All of us were luxuriating in the afterglow of incredible orgasms.
Michelle and I removed our cum-filled condoms and we started dressing after we all kissed and hugged.
We dressed and walked downstairs to eat and catch up on the day's activities, and perhaps see Aurora and her newly found friend. I noticed Aurora immediately. She was wearing a frilly red skirt and white blouse, no falsies though, which was interesting. She had put on light make-up and her red lipstick was lightly smeared. Her lover eventually joined us from Aurora's room and hugged her first. I was surprised when the big guy hugged and kissed the woman we just fucked!
Janice spoke light-heartedly to him, "I hope you are not jealous or anything, hubby. Steve joined us and it was fun! I am sure you pleased Aurora, though I could not hear anything." She added, flashing her eyes in a delightfully teasing manner.
"Aurora opened me up to a whole new world! She is fucking incredible!" The guy responded, taking his seat at the table next to Janice.
"Oh." Janice replied nonchalantly, "This is Steve and Steve, this is my husband, Rob."
I reached over the table and shook hands with him. "Your wife is awesome! I hope I am not out of line."
Rob shook my hand heartily, "After today, the only things I am sure about is I love my wife and I do love swinging! You guys are crazy!" He laughed.
Aurora and Michelle returned to the dinner table with food for all of us. Michelle served the food as Aurora filled our glasses with red wine.
Rob raised his glass, as we all did, "To crazy people!" He chimed.
We all clinked glasses and laughed before drinking the wine and began enjoying the dinner laid out to us all.
There was plenty of dirty discussion during dinner and drinks. Of course, I had to ask how Rob and his wife joined us.
Michelle started, "Considering there were so many people with experience from the day before, we broke up into different groups. 'Boss Man', Jake, was ingrained with his new troupe and the pretty blond, so I suggested to Andy he join me. Andy, 'The Lover', agreed and our adventuring foursome included the married couple seated here."
Janice continued, "I caught Aurora, oh, I mean Andy, checking my husband out on more than one occasion. I would have been pissed or something until Michelle pulled me to the side and told me about his past and about all of you guys being together-as well as how well endowed Michelle is down there. I allowed the indiscretion but watched him and my husband closely."
Janice took a drink before continuing. "We were in this one house and swept it, as protocol necessitated. Andy and I were upstairs as Michelle and Rob were downstairs looking for stuff we could use. I was in one room, I assume to be a work-at-home office, and scavenged for what I could. I expected Andy to join me after a couple minutes. He didn't, so I went looking for him."
Another sip, "I see him in a room. I figure it was the daughter's room and after I scanned it, it seemed she was at least college age, if not older. Anyway, I thought he would pass out when he saw I caught him checking out the young lady's clothing in the closet. He was trying to make excuses until I eased his fears and complimented his choices."
Aurora was blushing furiously and tried to speak and say something coherent. The words escaped her but I think with Janice and Michelle holding his hands; he calmed down just a bit.
Janice continued. "I called down to the team and let them know we found something and will be downstairs in a few minutes. Andy and I removed our outer gear and he started to remove his shirt and jeans. I complimented him on his pretty yellow panties and he blushed to no end. Though, the panties were bulging so much, I could not help but laugh. I told him not worry and I thought it was hot as fuck."
"Long story short, after trying a few different outfits, we settled on a blue mini dress with a white top. I applied his lipstick and make-up. I swear, I think Aurora was going to blow her load at any moment as she watched her transformation in the mirror."
Michelle carried on the story, "I think I knew what was happening the moment Janice told us they would be a few minutes. I tried to keep Rob busy and we went through every closet and cabinet drawer. I was making any excuse to give them time. Unfortunately, he was getting impatient and I was relieved when Janice finally called down for us to join them upstairs."
Rob chimed in, "Steve, you would not believe it if you did not already know! Aurora looked fucking hot! My cock immediately woke up. She stepped up to me and kissed me on the lips and helped me remove my outer garment. I was speechless when she went down on her knees and pulled my pants down. Her lips were fucking heavenly!"
Michelle continued, "The moment I saw Rob was letting Aurora undress him, I knew this would take a while. I stripped off my white protective suit and was absently rubbing myself. I was not even aware of where Janice was, considering I was so absorbed in the action right in front of me. Aurora was now on her knees when I felt my belt being undone. I looked down and saw Janice on her knees and removed her blouse. Her tits are huge! Of course, I helped her pull my pants down!"
"My turn! My turn!" Janice chimed in excitedly. "My pussy was dripping. I was so turned on watching Aurora about to give my husband a blowjob! I turned my eyes to see Michelle rubbing her cock and I could not help myself. I dropped to my knees in front of Michelle and she did not even notice I was there, with my pants at my ankles and my blouse discarded. Aurora told me Michelle had a big cock and I had to try it. Michelle did not disappoint! Hell, she was so thick and big, she filled my mouth completely."
Aurora took a big swig of her wine. "Well, Steve, you know I am no longer a novice at sucking cock. I was anxious to try my newly discovered techniques on another man. Rob's cock is really big! I almost came when I managed to swallow him to his balls. I was able to control myself until I felt his cock thicken and his cum flooded my tongue and the insides of my mouth. It was so much! I drank as much as I could but I know much of it overflowed onto my chin and clothing. I was stroking my cock through my panties and, I swear, I soaked them! Fuck, it was soooo gooooodddd."
Michelle took over the story from her perspective as Aurora had to take a breath and another gulp of wine. "I was looking down at Janice and noticed she was breaking into an orgasm listening to her husband scream out as he came. She sucked my cock to my balls and I let out my own yell as I dumped my load into Janice's mouth. Damn, it was incredible!"
Janice completed the episode, "Your girl tastes so good, Steve. You are a lucky guy! Anyway, after we dressed, Michelle and I helped Aurora pick out some clothes and make-up. We all decided to call it a day and hurriedly returned here to continue the party!"
We chatted a bit and the married couple eventually excused themselves, showered together and slept in Michelle's bedroom. Aurora was comfortable going to her room and very excited to try on the clothes and practice putting on make-up. Michelle and I showered together and slept naked on my bed; thoroughly exhausted.
I was awoken by soft lips on my hardening cock. I looked down and saw Michelle smiling at me.
"Oh good." Michelle said quietly and anxiously, "You are awake. I need you." She spoke softly as she climbed up my body and guided my rigid dick into her very wet and tight asshole.
Our hands grasped, as she rode me slowly to a quiet and unhurried orgasm. The base of Michelle's cock was rubbing against me while she was grinding on me. I guess, from her feeling my cum rush out of my cock and into her body, it triggered her to a quiet and satisfying orgasm. Ropes of her cum splashed across my chest and belly as she quietly moaned and uttered sweet words to me.
Michelle collapsed on top of me, "Please never stop loving me." She held me tightly while kissing my lips; not allowing me to respond.
We showered, and all amassed in the kitchen. We made small talk and eventually head out to see the ever growing group of survivors. They were sporting amazing weapons and were very enthusiastic about re-taking their land. Considering we were just visitors and did not have the weaponry they had, Michelle and I quickly realized we would be in the way. The married couple and Andy decided to stay with the group. Michelle and I shook people's hands, wished them well and let them know where we are living. We walked back to the condo, grateful for the respite.
Michelle and I were relaxing on the couch and quietly talking while holding each other.
"When did you know you liked me-as me, I mean?" Michelle asked quietly.
"I liked you the morning after we first met." I quickly replied. "I loved your pink panties and I envisioned seeing the cute buns those pretty panties held."
"I did that purposely, you know." She smiled at me. "I thought you were cute and I wanted to test the waters. I did catch you looking at me! I saw you through the mirror in the bathroom. After that moment, I knew I had a chance with you."
"Wow! I am glad you did." I said, holding Michelle tightly to me. "You know, something has been bugging me about you. Nothing bad but I am really curious."
Michelle backed away with a look of concern on her face. "What do you mean?"
I replied quickly, "I mean the house you and I entered that morning. The one that was your weekend townhouse; there were only guys there. At first, I did not think anything of it. I mean, you immediately said you were gay the first night, so it kind of made sense you would hang with all males. However, you seemed to be the only trans-person there. None of the other males had on any feminine attire. It just seemed unusual."
"Can you let it go? Do we have to talk about them? It seems as if that part of me was a lifetime ago." Michelle asked, with a certain degree of pleading in her eyes.
I kissed her lips briefly. "I think I know but I respect your privacy. I mean, we don't even know what will happen tomorrow or a week from now. I am curious but not enough to pry more than you will share."
"Good." Michelle returned my kiss. "I just don't have the strength to get into it now. Maybe, if we stay together longer, I will let you know more about me."
"Well," I say encouragingly, "I hope we are together a long time so I can know everything about you."
She kissed and hugged me tightly and fell asleep in my arms within moments. I, too, closed my eyes and so pleased I had such an awesome woman with me so close.
We woke up some time later and just spent time together. We talked about everything and nothing. We ate, relaxed, and went to bed naked; enjoying our nude bodies pressed together until sleep overcame our lovers' embrace.
The shining sun woke us and I remembered thinking, it had been over a week and there was no rain. I don't know why I thought that way. I wake up with a beautiful and very special woman and I am curious why it hasn't rained.
Well, we took turns in the bathroom and convened in the kitchen. I made the coffee and worked on fixing breakfast for both of us. Michelle came down and looked feminine, pretty and sexy. It was not anything particular about what she wore or how she acted. I was enamored with her and I had to smile and call myself lucky for the millionth time since -- who knows.
While we were eating breakfast, my cell phone chimed! I had to look for it and remarkably I found it in a basket on the kitchen counter. Michelle squealed with glee and ran upstairs for her cell phone. We called and texted loved ones for the next two hours and caught up with as many people as we could contact.
I turned on the television and surfed a few blank channels before finding one that was airing live. The reporter stated the zombie population was getting under control except for those in the major cities. Several other stations reported similarly. However, the military, police, and armed volunteers were engaged in clearing out buildings and cleaning up the streets with minimal losses of life.
Michelle and I were sitting on the couch texting and watching the television when we heard a car drive up and park in front of the townhouse. A soft knock on the door was heard before it opened. We saw Aurora with a big guy smiling like a goof as Aurora said she came by to get all of her stuff. The big guy was quiet but helped her with her suitcases and duffle bags. We hugged and exchanged phone numbers with promises to keep in touch.
An hour later, Jake entered with a really pretty and thin blond. They packed up his stuff and left after the obligatory hugs and promises to keep in touch. Though, he seemed eager to be with her as soon as possible.
Epilogue
Happy ending:
Michelle and I continued to watch the tv and learned as first responders and rescuers, we are entitled to two of the houses we cleaned as well as this townhouse. We started a house cleaning business and performing post apocalypse related activities.
Apocalypse ending:
Michelle and I continued to watch the tv and a reporter was almost frantic in his delivery. "This just in: The US aircraft carrier, the USS Theodore Roosevelt, has just been sunk off the coast of the Philippines. New York City has just been hit by..." the screen was choppy for a moment; followed by a black screen. I frantically changed channels but each showed only a black screen with no audio.
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<em>Zombie apocalypse on the shore-- T-girl opens up straight guys to new experiences during cataclysm, finding confidence and love in the process
(I want to give a very special thank you to alice_looking for her patience, editing, and insight.)</em>
My buddy, Jake, and I graduated college and were working at a business firm in the city when we hooked up with two secretaries from a neighboring firm. After dating them a couple months, we decided to rent a beach house for a three-day weekend.
The weather was beautiful, the girls were excited, and the two-floor town house was perfect. Upon entering the house, there was a foyer, followed by a spacious living room, dining room, and a stylish kitchen leading to the outdoor patio with a spectacular view of the ocean. There was a bathroom downstairs and two bedrooms. The second floor had two bedrooms with another bathroom separating the two rooms, as well as an outside door leading to a spacious deck. We were living the dream.
The first night, we went to the local restaurant and returned home to do tequilas and mixed drinks. We all got along real well and everything was perfect. At some point during the late hours, Carla had a glint in her eye and I knew I was in for another incredible night of sex. We excused ourselves and managed to get into our upstairs suite without tripping over each other.
I knew I could expect anything from my girlfriend tonight as we climbed the stairs. Even though we were only two months into the relationship, I knew she enjoys kinky, straight, public sex and teasing men with her very low cut blouses. Almost every time we have sex, it is extremely naughty and very pleasurable.
"I love fucking you!" Carla whispered in my ear with her big boobs pressed against my back as her strap-on humped into me furiously on the bed. "Moan for me, honey! You know it drives me crazy when I can hear how much you enjoy my cock in your ass."
"Ooohhh! Fuck, Carla. I love your cock!" I quietly told her between my grunts.
"I should make you scream out how much you love my favorite dick but I know you don't want our friends to know." She hissed between her kisses and nibbles on my neck and ear. "Be grateful I did not bring my other friends on this trip."
I was very grateful she did not bring her other toys. Jake and his girlfriend Anne were in the bedroom downstairs and adjacent to ours, so I desperately hoped they could not hear our kinky sex play.
My ass was continuously invaded by my crazy, chubby, big breasted girlfriend's six inch, purple strap-on and I only felt insane pleasure. My extremely hard six-plus inch cock pressed against the bed sheets again and again
The purple double-sword dildo she brought on this trip to fuck me is relatively thin and about six inches long. This rubber cock is intended to be inside me; specifically my ass. The other half of this hard rubber is thicker and about four inches long. The thin purple dick slips through her pink harness and the other half of this rubber phallus plows into her pussy which allows both of us to be fucked at the same time.
She knows I love her body pressing against mine as we have sex. Carla also knows her white satin stockings and arm length gloves, paired with her strap-on cock, are an insane turn on for me. I think I understand the power and pleasure she feels while fucking me and the ecstasy from being filled at the same time. Carla moans quietly into my ear as she seemingly has an orgasm each time she thrusts inside me.
Carla loves riding on top of me and plunging her pussy in out of my cock after she has given my ass a total work over. The enjoyment I feel of her tight and wet pussy, along with squeezing her wide hips and watching her boobs bouncing up and down is an undeniable and indescribable pleasure. She loves squeezing my cock with her vagina; bringing herself to multiple orgasms.
This one other time, Carla watching me shooting my load onto her big breasts when I am bouncing on top of her latest strap-on would set her off to at least one more orgasm. She then sucks my cum off her breasts and draws me in for a deep kiss so we can both take pleasure in my flavor. She fucks me harder and cums multiple times as our tongues entwine and we share my load.
Bringing me back to reality, Carla changed positions as she quickly removed the harness from her hips and held the cock, covered with the savory, aromatic and wet remnants from her orgasms, to my mouth. I eagerly take it between my lips and suck her juices off the wide dildo head.
Carla quickly covered my dick with a condom and excitedly jumped on my extremely hard cock. She let out an audible gasp as all of me entered her very soaked pussy in one fluid and fast movement.
She leaned forward so I could see her tits jiggling while she is bouncing on my erect cock, saying seductively, "I want you to cum for me while you are sucking his dick!"
She pushed her body on top of mine, pressed her lips and tongue against the shaft of the fake dick and licked my lips. I just lost any control I may have had of my dick. My cock exploded its contents into the condom. She stifled my moans by pushing the cock head and shaft into my mouth. Admittedly, I came again.
She pulled the rubber dick from my mouth and covered my lips with hers. Her tongue stabbed into my mouth with increased vigor as I felt her body tremble many times as she came. My still hard cock seemed to feel the overwhelming flood of her continuous orgasms. My balls and legs were soon the welcome recipient of her warm fluids before her cum seeped onto the sheets.
"Oh fuuuck, yeeeesss!" We said simultaneously as her body collapsed on top of mine. The condom slipped off my softening dick as it slipped out of her sated pussy. We quickly drifted off to sleep.
The sun shining through the curtains woke us up and we groggily disentangled. She knows I am more receptive to her toys after I had a few drinks and we had more than a few drinks the night before. Sometimes I regret the things I allowed her to do and other times I feel great the next day. This day, watching her big boobs bouncing and jubilant attitude as she awoke, it was the latter.
We had a private bathroom in the upstairs condo rental and took turns showering before going downstairs to see Jake and his girlfriend, Anne, who was also Carla's best friend. They were already outside on the back patio having coffee and chatting while watching the waves of the Atlantic Ocean crash upon the shore. The beach was relatively empty, indicating it was not that late in the morning.
During coffee and conversation, Anne, a thin and athletic blonde, kept looking at us as with curiosity.. She was smiling as if she knew what happened the previous night, but would keep our bedroom secrets safe with her. However, I did turn crimson when she turned her head to me and sneakily motioned me sucking a cock. Anne knew way too much and I hoped she did not share any of it with Jake.
Later that day we were hanging out and having a great time and listening to all the people partying in the accompanying rentals. Everything was good-really good. We decided to have a barbeque and nursed our beers until later in the evening; when the real partying would begin inside.
A couple hours later as the sun was beginning to set, we decided to watch a movie inside the spacious condo. We set the movie up, got some popcorn, and added beers and drinks to the fray. I was holding Carla while Anne was leaning on Jake's shoulder. We snuggled with our girls and in the movie watched the calming white moon behind a spacious dark blue sky, indicating it was about to begin. Everything was perfect.
Outside we couldn't hear a thing, until one scream, followed by another, then another. Each terrifying roar was more frantic and horrific than the last spine tingling yell. It broke our peaceful mood immediately. We quickly regrouped ourselves and prepared for the worst. Almost immediately, there was a loud knock. Anne was first to the door and pushed it open.
A woman, bleeding from her shoulder, pulled Anne down the two stairs and immediately started to eat her lower arm. Anne screamed in terror and pain and as I was trying to leave the condo, Carla bull rushed past me to save her best friend. A man we had previously not seen, also covered in blood, grabbed her and dug his teeth into her shoulder-pulling her in a direction opposite of Anne.
I ran outside and thrust the palm of my hand into his nose and he crumpled to the ground. Carla was bleeding but it didn't seem critical. I turned to rescue Anne. The bloodied and frenzied woman left her bleeding and I saw her running across the street tracking a big guy trying to escape other infected men and women.
Anne had a blank stare in her eyes and was not moving or trying to cover her wounds. Ignoring her, I turned back to Carla and she was also not feeling pain. I called her name and her blood colored eyes focused on me. She charged with a horrid scream and I was temporarily frozen. Not knowing what else to do, I quickly retreated to the condo and slammed the wooden door, shoving Jake with all my might before he managed to enter the melee.
Jake yelled, getting up and ready to easily kick my ass. "What the fuck!"
"Please don't try to go outside!" I put my hands up in defense. "Everyone who does, dies!"
"Bullshit!" He raged, shoving me aside and opened the door.
Carla was right there to greet him. She tried to bite him but he easily brushed her aside, looking for his girlfriend. I tried to pull Jake back in and watched as he punched Carla in the face and she fell backward. Carla rushed him again and Jake could see the head wound bleeding profusely from the force of her cranium hitting concrete. However, she would not stop her attack. He pushed her again and finally backed into the house and locked the door.
"What the fuck!" he said again, incredulously.
"I have no fucking idea. Let's find weapons!" I yelled back at him.
We feverishly looked around. Jake picked up the fire poker when we heard the back door being banged open and we ran toward the sound. I quickly grabbed the knife we used for cutting limes from the kitchen counter and faced our intruder.
"Don't hit me, please!" The mousey looking guy pleaded, his brown hair looking haggard and he was shaking like a leaf. "The world went crazy! One moment we were having fun and the next moment, shit went weird!"
"I mean," the guy said, still trembling. "I love oral as much as the next guy but my male friends started literally eating each other!"
Jake's built like a truck, and although I'm no slouch, he was in charge and thinking quickly.
"What's your name?" He asked. "I'm Jake and this is my best friend Steve."
"Michael, but my friends call me Mikey." He responded anxiously with tears running down his face.
"Okay, Mikey." My friend responded.
He shoved the fire poker into Mikey's hand. "Watch the door and protect yourself!" he said kindly but harsh and with a quick cadence to his tone.
"Steve, check the windows and door upstairs and look for more weapons. I'll check out the front door and look for more intruders." He rasped and moved quickly. I handed him my knife, reaching for the next biggest one in the wooden knife rack.
I found a bat upstairs in the other bedroom upstairs and looked for something else I could wield. I was checking the windows and upstairs door when someone quickly appeared, yelling for help.
"Please let me in!" He cried out. "Everything is crazy!"
I opened the door and pulled him inside. "Relax, dude. You're safe for now."
He slumped on the floor and started to cry. "My wife is dead. The neighbors are killing each other. Everything is gone!"
"It's ok." I told him, closing and locking the upstairs back door.
I handed him my bat. "Just watch the door and if anyone gets in, hit them! We'll be okay.. I am really sorry about your wife. We will figure this out eventually." I patted him on the shoulder, leaving him to ensure the building was sound.
I checked the rest of the windows and looked for something stronger than the edged knife I had. I found an old metal pipe and was a little relieved. I ran down the stairs and met up with Jake.
"What is the status?" I asked.
"The world has gone insane but they are not attacking inside houses, only those foolish enough to go outside. You were right to keep me in the house." He said, wiping tears from his eyes but not leaving his stare from the front door window.
I quickly replied, "I found some dude banging on the top floor door. I let him in and he's watching that door for more intruders."
"Check on the other guy to make sure he is okay." Jake ordered.
"Hi Mikey." I said cautiously as I approached him. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fucking scared! Aren't you?" He said anxiously, never leaving his eyes from the door or nearby windows. His long and slender fingers, which seemed to match his face and build, held onto the poker within his trembling grasp.
"Yeah." I responded while looking out the door, patting him on the shoulder. "You're doing great. Thank you."
I didn't know how much time passed but the infected eventually lumbered away and the streets seemed abandoned; aside from the nearly incapacitated infected blundering about and the bloodied dead bodies left behind.
Jake was slumped against the doorway, looking exhausted. Mikey was quietly freaking out, and the new guy was still sobbing and doing his best to stay alert while watching the door. No one seemed to break into the house and we all had a chance to breathe after who knows how much time passed.
Jake signaled to me, not sure if the infected respond to sound, suggesting I bring all of us together. I noticed the clock on the living room wall was nearing 2 am. I pulled the guys from the doors and we all quietly met in the living room.
Jake started, in a quiet but firm tone. "I've been watching them and if you've been doing the same, you'll notice the pattern of them not breaking into houses. Instead, they are running around the streets looking for fresh prey. I think we're safe for the night."
"Mikey, you have the room across from Steve. New guy, there is a room across from my bedroom you can use. Let's all regroup in the morning and figure out what we will do next." Jake stated, or perhaps ordered, us to do.
The new guy responded quietly, "My name is Andy and thanks for letting me inside."
We all nodded. None of us could complain about the sleeping arrangements, even if we did have the energy to do so—which we did not.
I moved as dully as I was sure everyone else did to our assigned rooms. I soon fell into a restless sleep.
•••
The sun shining through my room indicated a new day had begun. Though, I didn't think it brought hope or anything resembling promise. I went to the bathroom, showered and brushed my teeth. Leaving the bathroom, I noticed Mikey was ready for his turn. His hands were covering his shirt but, passing him, I could not miss his pink underwear with the word "MEOW" in purple written across his butt cheeks (and cute ass!?-I shockingly mused) as he wearily passed me on his way to use the facilities. I chuckled to myself as I slowly walked my way back to my room.
A short while later we all reconvened in the living room, where Jake was holding court. I noticed Andy was tall, relatively lean with short blonde hair. Mikey was a head shorter than him and his shaggy brown hair was tied in the back. Jake is a big dude, over six feet and well built. As for myself, I'm barely 5'7 and an avid gym rat. The four of us were not as stressed as last night but not excited about this day.
"Okay." Jake started, "The internet and the news is nonexistent. The outside seems to be vacant of infected or others. Therefore, I don't think we are under imminent attack."
"I think," He continued. "We need to check our neighbors for survivors and weapons. We also need protective outer garments; anything we can use to especially cover our heads, faces, and feet. We need tool kits, flashlights, first aid kits, notebooks, pens, and other related survival equipment. I think we have enough food, so that's not a priority."
We all nodded, though I was worried about the new guy. He seemed shaken and unstable.
Jake noticed my uncertainty and suggested the following. "Steve, you and Mikey hit the neighbors on this side of the street. Don't be stupid. If they appear occupied or a door is locked, leave it. You have an hour—don't take longer. Andy and I will hold the fort down until you return. And then it'll be our turn to check out the neighbors across the street."
Neither Mikey nor I had an argument or a better plan of action. We nodded and grabbed our weapons—a bat and a metal pipe— in addition to each keeping a knife in our belts.
Quietly, we slipped out the front door and worked our way to the neighbor's house. The door was unlocked and I eased inside; wanting to be quiet and careful. I looked around but there was no activity. I signaled Mikey to enter and we moved silently through each room, keeping close contact and taking what we thought we could use.
No one was present and through our search, we found better weapons. I found a bigger wooden bat and Mikey found an even larger knife. We clasped hands, being excited about our discoveries but still very quiet. We hit the next door and dispatched one of the residents who were infected. The other resident, I assume his wife, had already expired on the dining room floor. We did find a handgun, some rounds, and a couple of really big kitchen knives.
We moved to the next house and encountered a few infected. I quickly dispatched my targets and Mikey whimpered as he slashed away at his marks, dual wielding large kitchen knives. He cried as he looked down at one of the males.
I stopped the last of the infected and moved to him cautiously; keeping my bat in my hand and ready to strike. I was not sure if he was crying because he was bit or if there was something else troubling him.
"Are you okay?" I asked, cautiously.
"My boyfriend was sexy, wasn't he?" He asked with tears running down his face.
"I am really and truly sorry." I held his wrist reassuringly.
"I'm ok." He slowly spoke as he walked toward the winding wooden staircase. "I am going upstairs to get some of my stuff."
"Should I go with you?" I asked quietly, though he was already upstairs.
I searched the place and found a duffle bag, stuffing it with the weapons, bandages and the like. I continued my search with whatever else I could find while I waited for Mikey.
Mikey finally found his way downstairs and I asked him if he was okay, though I did notice he was carrying two seemingly heavy pink suitcases.
"I'm good, but if this is going to take a while I want my stuff." He smiled at me. His eyes were still wet from the tears rolling down his face.
Our sixty minutes were up and we had to go back to the town house with a few duffle bags. We entered and I gave Jake our bounty as Mikey went upstairs to put away his stuff.
Jake and Andy ventured outside as Mikey covered the back door and I covered the front, waiting anxiously for their return. While we waited, we had the chance to quickly shower and change our wet clothes, going to the bathroom one at a time, while they were gone. Every minute seemed like an hour until they finally returned with duffels and suitcases filled with supplies.
We repeated this activity for the next few hours. Each team would venture for an hour or so, and return with their information and bounty, finding good protective equipment upon each scavenger hunt. The next team would go, and so on, until the sun was beginning to set. We recorded houses with locked doors and wrote down street locations of the fallen and houses that needed 'cleaning.' Much to our dismay, none of us encountered uninfected people the first day. Though we dispatched more people than we could possibly rationalize, the deeds were done; not without incredible remorse.
The gruesome tasks were completed for the day. We all eventually showered and met at the downstairs dining room. Mikey made us dinner and though we gave him many repeated thanks, no one was talkative during the much needed delicious meal.
Afterwards, Jake held court in the living room. "I think we are good with food, weapons, protective gear, and basic supplies. The neighborhood seems clear of the infected and we are safe for tonight. Tomorrow, I recommend we clean up the streets and houses of the infected we terminated. The dead will attract insects and rodents. We have enough of a problem without having to worry about being bitten by a mosquito or rat. We simply don't know enough how the virus spreads and what it kills or what is immune. We also venture further to try to understand more of what is happening and to find survivors."
"At least we have beer!" I cheerfully announced to our small group, hoping to garner some enthusiasm.
"Don't drink too much." Jake said flatly before moving grumpily to his room with a water bottle in his hand.
Andy was as excited as Jake as he gloomily clumped to his room carrying two water bottles.
I looked toward Mikey, expecting the same glum attitude.
"We have beer?" He asked hopefully.
"They're in the fridge!" I excitedly responded, leading the way.
He and I opened a couple beers in the kitchen, chatting all the way, sitting on bar stools and trying to put this pain behind us. He was funny and weird, but what the hell, he was the only person not totally insane or depressed. I am sure I drank more than I needed but I definitely needed the release and the normality. Mikey was as distraught as the rest of us but he had an air about him; he had already proven he would not fail us and he had an attitude like he could live through this insanity.
I continued to regard him; he was slight of build and height. Hell, he was shorter than me and he was very lean. His arms and legs were not as strong as mine, though you could tell he kept in shape. He was here, alive, and very alert. He bested his boyfriend and his would-be love-toy by staying alive. He had spirit and the will to stay that way and had clearly shown he's a strong teammate, I resolved.
"I should get to bed." I slowly spoke after we shared a few beers. "Who knows what tomorrow will bring? We should be aware."
"I am sure you are right. Though, I do enjoy talking with you. Thank you." He sounded almost sad.
"We have tomorrow, my friend." I said, patting his knee and making my way upstairs with a freshly opened beer.
A few minutes later, I was on my bed wearing shorts and a t-shirt and reading Carla's lingerie catalogue. She was a kinky girl and always liked to see what else she could buy to spice things up for us to wear and do. I was scanning through the pictures of scantily clad women and slowly stroking my cock through my shorts while nursing my beer. Almost completely lost in my memories of her, I was brought out of my reverie when I heard a soft knock on my door. I barely had enough time to push the pamphlet onto the end table before Mikey walked in and said hello.
"What's up?" I asked nonchalantly, as he entered. Though he walked in unannounced, I did not make it an issue.
"What are you doing?" He asked nervously, carrying his beer while approaching me and looking around the room. "I saw your light was still on and thought I could say hello."
My eyes happened to catch the strap on under the dresser I thought Carla cleaned and put away. My eyes also happened to notice the white satin gloves and lube on top of the dresser. "Damn!" I thought to myself, "I have to clean this room. I hope he isn't looking too carefully among the clutter of clothes."
Mikey was wearing a very loose fitting t-shirt with matching baggy shorts as he neared my bed.
"I'm okay and was about to go to sleep. What's on your mind?" I asked quietly, moving a bit to allow him to sit.
He accepted the gesture and placed his shapely bottom on my bed—that morning's unexpected but pleasant vision would never leave my mind. Sipping his beer as Mikey looked around the room, he spotted the lingerie booklet on my table.
"Was I interrupting anything?" He asked teasingly, picking up the tabloid and looking toward my crotch.
"No." I nervously responded, absently covering myself. Watching him pick up the lingerie mag, I hope he doesn't see the anal toys Carla circled, indicating either she bought them or they were next on her wish list.
Flicking through it, he stated casually, "I own this; one of my boyfriends wore this; I love this one; I have this one in purple, and oh, very nice!" He said chuckling, while turning the book sideways.
"Enough!" I playfully pulled the book from his hands. "Stop fucking with me." I laughed quietly.
Mikey smiled and laughed with me. "Wait a minute. I'll be right back. I want to show you something I think you will like."
Mikey left excitedly and more than a couple minutes passed. I was beginning to think he would not return. However, he did and looked at me shyly as he made his way back inside my room, closing my door as he entered. He changed his clothes and added yellow sapphire stud earrings, subtle eye make-up, and minimum rouge-enough to add color, enhancing his soft facial features. He was wearing loose fitting cotton, yellow pajama shorts and a loose fitting matching top as he plopped down on the bed. Sitting on the bed, I could smell a hint of lavender.
"Check this out!" he exclaimed in a soft and feminine voice. He wrapped his hands in light green mesh, elbow length, silk gloves.
"I promise this will feel real good." He leaned toward me and brushed his gloved hands across my red and embarrassed cheeks. His scent and sensual touch intensified this moment for me.
I pulled away from him out of instinct—to avoid the touch of a man—but he seemed different and I could only lightly resist.
"Lips are lips, right?" Mikey asked me as his silk covered fingers lightly grazed my lips and held them for a moment. Seeing my excitement rise ever slightly, he teased and slowly slid his lace covered fingers down my arm to my thighs. "But fingers are more sensual." His fingertips teased the front of my shorts, less than an inch from my growing cock. "Don't you agree?"
I did not respond, the world seemed frozen in time. Mikey quickly realized I was his captive. I needed release. Some form of release. The stress of the past couple of days was unimaginable. Wordlessly, I helped him ease my shorts and underwear down my legs, to my ankles, and slowly off the bed. One soft gloved hand fondled my balls while his other hand leisurely stroked my hard cock. Mikey's eyes never left mine as his slow tease continued.
"Don't you agree silk covered hands are very enchanting and pleasurable?" He purred in a soft, feminine voice, stroking my very hard length very slowly up and down, with those long and experienced fingers.
Looking into my eyes, Mikey leaned his lips down just enough to let his tongue quickly swipe up the precum oozing from my piss slit—and to tease the fuck out of me, I thought.. He gauged my reaction, and seeing my broad smile, he continued to stroke me slowly with his palm pressing tightly against my length and those very talented fingers massaging my shaft and teasing my cock head. The pleasure I was receiving from the silk sliding up and down my erect cock was incredible.
"Tonight," He said lustily while keeping eye contact, tightening his grip on my swollen cock, and stroking my shaft desperately. "I will make you cum from my fingers."
"And tomorrow?" I asked excitedly. I was horny and he was making me hotter by the stroke. I admit it. I was ready to cum; I wanted to explode from his hand or preferably in his mouth.
"Fuck it!" Mikey smiled widely at me and swallowed my cock to my balls in one instant. Immediately, I exploded between his soft lips.
"Fuck, yessssssss!" I mouthed while holding his head.
It was a strange but pleasurable experience; I felt as if his throat welcomed my invasion and desired my seed. I pumped my loads into his mouth and he greedily drank as much cum as I could shoot down his throat.
An immeasurable amount of time passed, until I felt myself soften in his mouth. Mikey slowly licked and kissed my cock and softening shaft until I was totally sated.
Mikey stood up and removed his shorts, exposing a very long and thick cock. He stroked his big dick rapidly until he quickly and quietly spewed his extensive load onto my t-shirt, cock, and balls.
"Thank you! Thank you!" He purred while kissing and licking up his load from my cock and balls sweetly and hungrily.
"I really needed that! I needed this." His last comment seemed to be directed at my red mushroom-capped cock head, as he kissed it again and again very sweetly.
My immediate reaction was to pull him gratefully toward me for giving me such complete release and a blowjob for the record books. And I tried to hold him.
However, Mikey quickly gained his composure, he stuttered, "Between you and me only! I'll tell no one. I promise!"
Within a few heartbeats, he hastily scampered to his room while keeping his head down. I was heartbroken to feel so inept and useless. Though, the vision of his cute behind in pink panties was now replaced by the naked and perfectly shaped globes jiggling as he left the room with his shorts in his hand.
The next morning, I am sure Mikey waited until he heard my door close before he went to the bathroom. I think I was hoping to see him to make sure we were still good. Perhaps I wanted to see what panties he was wearing or not wearing. Perhaps I wanted to tell him something; I didn't know. I think I was just sexually confused and heightened at the same time.
The morning roll call began and we all met in the living room. Mikey's eyes averted mine as Jake was giving the orders of the day. However, I thought Mikey looked happier than the prior morning's meeting. He seemed a little more talkative and comfortable with us.
"Today," Jake explained, "we are going to venture into the neighboring blocks and address the dead. I suggest Andy and Mikey check out the surrounding blocks while Steve and I collect, identify, then burn the corpses."
There was a collective sigh as we all dutifully accepted our fate and prepared to venture outside once again. Somberly, Andy and Mikey donned the protective clothing we found and put it over their clothes before they ventured forth with weapons in hand and belts. Jake and I did the same and traveled outside, using a wheel barrel we found from a neighbor, performing the macabre task of hauling the dead to the beach.
Covering our faces and using Vaseline under our noses, we collected the dead and finished off the dilapidated infected, pulling their wallets and gathering whatever we could use to identify the fallen. We brought them to the beach and with wooden fences, chairs and tables, created pyres to burn them. We continued this activity until the sun began to set. The infected that approached us were quickly dispatched. We wrote down the addresses in our memo pads from where we retrieved the dead bodies catalogued, and added them to the growing pile of bodies. Throughout the day, we neither saw nor heard any non-infected.
Mikey showered first and had dinner ready for us after the rest of us showered. We ate in near silence, though we all complimented him repeatedly for the great meal he prepared. While eating, I noticed Andy was in a much better mood and Mikey was even more at ease with all of us. Mikey even managed to give me a wink as we were unwinding while having a couple of drinks after dinner to help ease the extreme anxiety we were all feeling. I was enjoying watching Mikey move and the sway of his hips and, at some level, it was beginning to worry me that I was becoming very attracted to a male. Though, he seemed to be so much more than any guy I'd ever met.
There was still no word from the outside by either cell phone or television but we made a great deal of progress. We were all feeling better for having accomplished as much as we had while still managing to stay alive. Andy and Mike's outdoor adventures did yield really good weapons; including a bow and arrows, hunting knives, and a shotgun. They secured boots, baseball and football helmets, and bodysuits intended for spray painting. They also secured more first aid kits, bleach, and covered more surface area; learning more and more each day.
Andy and Mikey excitedly told us about a few people that are still alive but they were not open to having company. Five houses had living people inside! Those survivors ranged in age from mid twenties to early fifties and explained they were not ready to join us. They told Andy they had enough supplies to survive in the short term but were open to joining us if we could find more people and retrieve better weapons.
The four of us continued to exchange the notes we wrote in our memo pads. We shared the addresses of houses with locked doors, addresses and streets containing corpses, and addresses with SUVs in the driveways.
We all had a couple beers at the bar counter in the kitchen, celebrating and talking excitedly about tomorrow for a while before Jake signaled it was time for bed. He went to his room and Andy went to his. Though, he did look at Mikey for a moment before retiring for the night. I caught the brief flash of hope in his eyes but I said nothing. I grabbed two beers from the fridge and handed Mikey one, noticing his was empty, before I walked upstairs.
I was sitting on my bed with the standard shorts and t-shirt and still restless from the day's activities when I heard a knock on my door.
"Hey, Mikey. Come on in." I said to the door pleasantly and quietly. I cleaned up the room and stuffed the clothes and other items in drawers after my shower earlier, so the room was relatively presentable.
Mikey entered, this time he wore aquamarine stud earrings, added eyeliner, and lightly applied rouge, and some light red lipstick; just enough to highlight his soft lips. He looked at me shyly as he made his way inside my room and closed my door. He also changed his clothes and was now wearing loose fitting, cotton bright green loose pajama top and matching shorts as he plopped down on the bed.
"I was afraid I upset you last night." He said, softening his voice as he did last night.
He averted his eyes and I had the chance to look at Mikey more closely without worrying him. My impressions of him were that he is sexy and pretty. Wonderment was my next thought; since there seemed to be more mysteries to be discovered about this unique person. Not to mention her—I mean his—smell of lavender, which somehow heightened my emotions toward him, whatever those emotions might be.
"You didn't give me a chance to respond." I answered, taking his hand in mine. "Though, if I had a chance, I would have told you that was the best blow job I ever had."
Mikey cheered up a bit and squeezed my hand tightly before I continued.
"Admittedly, after you left, I brought your essence to my nose and smelled it. Though I did not taste your cum, I was very tempted." I shyly admitted.
"You're sweet. Thank you." He leaned in for a kiss but waited for me to respond.
I pressed my closed lips to his and he pulled back slowly.
"Thanks. That was nice." Mikey responded, squeezing my hand tightly.
It seemed to me as if he feared anything as he quietly rose from the bed and turned to leave.
"Do you want to finish your beer with me? I would like your company." I asked quietly, lightly touching his arm and encouraging him to stay.
"Okaaayyy." He said quietly, turning back to me and sitting back down on the bed, albeit cautiously and carefully.
I leaned my body casually against the headrest, taking a sip of beer and trying to make casual conversation and ease his anxiety. "Andy seemed to be in a better mood today."
"I didn't notice." Mikey responded, fidgeting with his brown hair, which was still in a ponytail held by a rubber band.
"Yeah." I responded while caressing his forearm. "He seemed really relaxed and looked toward you a couple times during dinner and in the kitchen."
"What are you suggesting?" He asked demurely while moving upward on the bed and toward my body.
"I don't know. I'm thinking he had something <em>or someone</em> to motivate him and release his stress." I accepted his body inching towards mine, putting my arm around him comfortingly.
"Stress is bad, you know." Mikey said as his body seemed to ease and feel more comfortable next to mine on the back board, being more compliant and playful. "One needs to release all that stress to stay calm in very tense situations."
My body was trembling excitedly as he touched and caressed my chest and belly while he explained about stress and the body's reaction. I am sure he enjoyed teasing me and knowing I seriously wanted his lips around my cock again.
I started again, "I am as curious to know if he released the stress you had or if you relieved his stress without reciprocation." I held him to me as I playfully began to communicate the infinite possibilities.
"Oh. I see how it is." Mikey chuckled, pressing his lips to mine for a brief moment in time—time that seemed like hours—but it was only a moment.
Were his lips cherry flavored, I wondered? I thought so, and I wouldn't have minded more data to back up my premise. The perfume he was wearing was the same as last night and as intoxicating as ever.
Mikey seemed to enjoy this game. "You want to know if we sucked each other's cocks."
My hand somehow found its way to his side and drew him closer to me. "Oh? The gloves are off, is it?" I asked playfully, while sliding my fingers upward.
"Don't get grabby-touchy-feely with me." Mikey casually pinned my hand back to his side. "Answer that question and question two: are you jealous?"
He was looking right at me, our eyes were locked, and his tone was even. He was standing his ground; regardless of the outcome.
I leaned my head toward his until our foreheads lightly touched as I responded softly, "Curious? Yes, I am. As for jealousy, all I will say is your head is touching mine at this moment and that isn't bad. I don't own you and these seconds and minutes you offer me are really nice and moments I treasure."
In response, Mikey kissed me quickly and held my hand tighter. He paused before guiding it upward. "Can you keep a secret?" he whispered.
I responded mutely, nodding my head, and keeping my lips inches from his.
Mikey continued to lead my hand slowly to his chest and allowed me to feel a very full breast that was hidden behind the very loose clothing. My cock instantly hardened. He allowed my hand to fully explore the size of his C-Cup tit over the cotton shirt and then allowed me to travel to her other breast; feeling and squeezing each seemingly perfectly shaped globe and lightly pinched his nipples.
I looked at him in utter surprise. "What the heck, Mikey?" I said, only after having a very slow and great feel session with his boobs and nipples.
"My real friends call me Michelle." He (whom I now knew was actually She) pressed her lips to mine and pushed her tongue inside my mouth.
Our bodies pressed slowly together on the bed as we kissed and explored each other's mouths with our tongues. Our hands slowly discovered each others' bodies and our hard dicks bounced together more than once, though clothes were definitely a nuisance. Inevitably, Michelle's and my clothing seemed to evaporate and soon our naked bodies mashed together softly and then much more urgently. Our naked bodies clashed haphazardly and grinded against each other repeatedly as our passions intensified. Our fingers and lips grasped and welcomed each touch, kiss, and collective movement.
We licked, kissed, and touched everywhere and anywhere, eventually lying sideways on the bed, allowing easy access to each other's most private parts. Michelle quietly moaned when I sucked half of her eight or nine-inch cock into my mouth on the first attempt. She reciprocated, sucking in my six inches of hard flesh completely between her soft lips as we embraced in a 69 position. Her moans intensified and I knew I would have my first real opportunity to experience an explosion from a real, throbbing and alive cock. I was anxious for it and even fingered Michelle's ass to trigger it.
"Fuccckkkkk! Godd damnnnn! I am mmmmm cumminnngggg! Suck mmmeee!!" Michelle cried out as quietly as she could as her cock exploded her thick liquid into my mouth.
I drank what I could but a great deal of her sperm poured out of my lips and onto my cheeks.
I squeezed and pawed her ass cheeks, seemingly to draw more cum out of her piss slit. She bit my cock hard as she came in floods into my mouth. Her continued moans were muffled as she chomped on my completely limp dick. Michelle was fully sated and my mouth was full of her tangy, sweet and delicious thick cum. My throat was well coated by her fluids.
A few moments passed as I felt her body tremble and finally calm.
"I am sorry, baby. I am sorry." She kissed, licked, and lightly nibbled the head of my sore cock and continued her sucking actions up and down my re-awakening shaft.
She ensured I was flat on my back as she positioned herself on top of me. She worked her tongue and lips on my cock head and down my shaft to ease any pain her teeth may have caused me. She slowly softly sucked my balls, licked along my shaft and up to my cock head, kissing my cock slit many times over. I was enjoying her oral talents and the view of her cute ass cheeks bouncing up and down and jiggling provocatively. She pleased my dick and balls over and over again. I pulled her butt to me and pushed my tongue inside her to taste and tease her asshole. I wanted this moment to last forever.
My cock, unfortunately, was not as patient and started to throb so hard it almost hurt-in a blissful way.
"Michelle! I am going tooooo! I am goinggggg toooo!" I tried to warn her.
She sucked harder, squeezing my ass cheeks and engulfing my length down to my balls again and again.
"YES! Fuuuuucccckkk yesssss!" I moaned as quietly as I could and flooded her mouth with explosive spurts from my cock slit. I buried my lips between her ass cheeks to stifle future moans. I did not waste an opportunity to tongue fuck her quivering hole, though.
"MMmmmmmm!" Michelle mewed as she hungrily gulped each of my loads down her throat.
I emptied my balls completely and she sucked until my cock softened in her mouth. She sucked some more until allowing my spent cock to slip from her lips.
After a time, Michelle slinked her body across mine, allowing me to feel the caress of her naked skin and every curve or her soft body until we were face to face and eye to eye. She kissed my lips tenderly and our tongues entwined as we enjoyed each other in our post-orgasmic embrace.
She quietly turned around and curled her body into mine after our intense and intimate moment. She gently bumped her butt against me and accepted my gentle kisses on the back of her neck, ear, and her soft shoulders. My hands glided along her naked body and I was exorbitantly pleased how soft, hairless, and delicious she was as she positioned herself to form her body against mine and I continued to luxuriate in her supple form. We remained as one, waking only when the sun shone through and touched our eyes.
Michelle momentarily panicked as she pried herself from me. "I have to go! What am I doing?" She cried out to me quietly. "They'll know."
"They're downstairs. No one knows anything." I tried to rationalize to her while waking up faster than I certainly wanted. "Our secret is safe. Be normal. Be casual. No one knows anything." I tried to calm her down.
"You better not tell them I have tits!" She warned while trying to gather her clothes as quickly as possible. "I don't want trouble but I will defend myself!" She stared at me offensively.
Once again, Mikey left me too stunned for words as he escaped immediately across the hall, quietly closing my door behind him with his clothes in hand and those adorable naked ass cheeks disappeared all too quickly from my view.
As usual, I shower, shave, brush teeth, and go back to my room to dress and mentally prepare for the new day's horror story. And once again, there is no sign of Mikey until roll call. As usual, we don't have eye contact as the day's issues are addressed. However, he is more jubilant and outgoing than the previous day. Andy also seems to be in a great mood, stealing glances at Mikey from time to time. Jake was ready to start the meeting after we all gathered and the room fell silent.
"Today," Jake exclaimed, "We are going to venture into town and we need to do more exploration. Steve and I are going into town. Andy and Mikey, you both record which houses have survivors and if possible record each houses' addresses and peoples' identities and their statuses. Of course, as you find survivors, please let them know they are not alone and we are here to help if they need anything."
Jake and I donned our newly acquired protective gear and kept our social distancing as we wound our way the few blocks to the shopping area. We did not want to drive until we had a better assessment of the neighborhood and we wanted to keep our noise down.
The town was eerily quiet and we were able to shop in relative silence and peace. We dispatched the infected with relative ease with our new weapons and our expanding experience. We found a shopping mart and inside, as we moved down the aisles collecting this and that, he noticed I had some feminine attire, among the useful items, in my cart.
"What the fuck?" He asked, concerned.
"They're for a friend." I replied embarrassingly.
"Are you fucking Mikey!?" He exclaimed.
"Dude!" I turned to my life-long friend, "It is not like that. He asked me to pick him up a couple things. I don't judge him and I don't mind."
"You're fucking a guy." He stated matter-of-factly.
"I have not. Though, lips are lips, as we always say." I smiled sheepishly. I quickly tried to cover my tracks from admitting we had sexual contact, however, I was not telling him everything.
Jake was not angry but he wasn't pleased. "Fine. Do what you have to do. Anne told me you and Carla were freaks in the bed, so I am not totally surprised." He continued, "It's just not right, though."
I was surprised but not totally blind-sided by his remark, since I figured the two girls would talk. I was just relieved he was not going to tease me or make a thing out of it.
We shopped and managed our way back to the condo with little interference. We dispatched as needed but we were not hunting them down and just recorded their locations for tomorrow's retrieval. We found boots and other basic supplies for the entire team. We left the mall with two shopping carts filled with duffle bags and suitcases. Before entering the condo, and as routine dictated, we removed our outside suit and would later boil them in water and bleach. We brought everything else into the foyer with the items we secured from our shopping trip.
We did not see Mikey or Andy anywhere and assumed they were still in the field. We dropped off our bounty in the patio and I headed up the stairs with a couple duffle bags and Jake went to his room to sort out the stuff he deemed valuable to him.
My room is to the right of the stairs and the bathroom is in the middle. I was contemplating taking a shower when I turned my head left and noticed Mikey's door was open, which was unusual. Upon closer inspection, I heard noises. I could not quite pick up what the sounds were.
Therefore, I set the bags down and very carefully and instinctively moved quietly toward his room. I was alert and drew my ponga; ready for a nightmare I knew emotionally I could not handle. Did Mikey turn? If so, what now? Could I? Would I? Should I just submit and call it a day? I was overwhelmed, fearful, and not ready for the inevitable actions I knew I needed to take. However, do I choose to submit to my inevitable fate right here and now?
Eventually, and dreadfully, I tentatively peeked inside his room and almost passed out from what I saw.
Michelle was in full garb, including make-up, kneeling on her bed, and fucking Andy in doggy style position! My cock, somehow, instantly hardened as I watched her pound into a naked Andy, who was trying to be silent while getting fucked in the ass by this lusty and big-cocked trans-vixen. Andy's thin and long cock was bouncing rapidly as he seemed to be in pure bliss; moaning hard with each thrust of her hips.
I must have gasped because they both turned their heads and froze. I immediately put my finger to my lips to let them know they had to be quiet. I then pointed downstairs to let them know Jake was also in the house. I gave them the thumbs up and proceeded to back out of her room.
Michelle shook her curly brown hair, briefly showing her red jasper earrings, and curled her finger to me, indicating she wanted me closer-not further.
I wasn't sure what to do but my legs did. I somehow found myself standing next to her, having quietly placed my weapon at the door, as she resumed slowly fucking Andy's ass. Andy's hard on did not yield and his eyes were shut tightly, enjoying Michelle's big cock slowly pumping in and out of him.
Jake's room was right below Michelle's and as if on cue, we heard music coming from the first floor.
Michelle took the initiative and with her red lace, elbow length, gloved hand, pulled me in for a deep kiss. She never missed a beat—or should I say thrust—into Andy. My right hand grabbed a breast encased in a matching, red half-cup lace bra and I massaged it and squeezed her nipple, alternating between breasts. She moaned into my mouth and bit my tongue as she held back from cumming as Andy and I continued to give her such carnal pleasures.
She broke from me and indicated for me to strip. I was out of my clothes faster than I ever undressed. Approaching the bed again, the two changed positions. His nude body was lying on his back in the middle of the bed and Michelle was holding his legs up as she resumed with her dick in his ass. The red lace crotchless panties, garter, and matching stockings were a distinct opposite against her tanned body and the masculine cock driving into Andy. His cock was still hard and he tried to grunt and moan as quietly as possible, continuously enjoying the fullness of Michelle's big and thick cock impaling him.
Michelle looked me in the eyes and then down at Andy's bouncing and pre-cum dripping dick, then looked back at me. I hesitated, not out of disgust, rather what Andy would do or think of me. I quickly rationalized he couldn't call me gay while being fucked in the ass by an incredibly sexy and well endowed transgender woman!
I wanted Andy to realize I was about to perform on him, so I gently put my hand on his warm hairless chest. He opened his eyes quickly and I didn't know if he was scared or excited. Michelle was balls deep inside him and did not move; wondering how this was going to play out. Andy was breathing harder as my hand dragged down his chest to his inner thighs.
Keeping my eyes on him, I felt the weight of his balls in my hand and slid my fingers and palm up to massage his shaft. My pointer finger reached his piss slit and swiped up his precum. At first, I rolled the liquid slowly around his cock head. His eyes were locked on my finger as I slowly brought it upwards and caressed my lips with his flavor, before allowing my finger to disappear in my mouth with a loud suctioning noise.
"Oh fuck!" Andy softly moaned as he watched my finger slowly fuck my mouth.
Andy involuntarily moved his hips up so his cock could reach my lips. Of course, I was too far away and he eased back down and repeated the action a few times. A murmur of shock escaped from his mouth as he realized he was actively fucking Michelle's thick and long cock and he fucking loved it.
I knelt next to the bed and wrapped my fingers around his hard dick. I could feel Michelle's hand on my head to encourage me. I did not have to stroke Andy since his up and down movements on Michelle's cock allowed my left hand to masturbate him without me moving one bit. I looked up at Michelle and she smiled approvingly as I was gaining the courage to take the next step. Taking a large gulp of air and then slowly releasing it, I bent my head down. My lips tasted more of his precum from the top of my left thumb.
Michelle pushed hard into his ass causing his hips to jump, forcing his oozing helmet to penetrate my lips. I was shocked and oddly pleased with myself for having the courage to allow it to happen. I was going to do it anyway, so it was not a forced accident or anything like that. I rationed that once you're an inch away, it's inevitable to take the next step. My fingers prevented me from taking his shaft between my lips so I moved my hand down until my pinky was resting on his ball sac.
Andy's cock head was quickly followed by a couple inches of his hard shaft. My tongue enjoyed the flavor of his precum and my mouth welcomed the fullness. I made sure to not use my teeth. Michelle's frantic thrusting and Andy's erratic humping made it almost impossible to keep him trapped on my tongue as his extremely hard cock and sizable shaft penetrated my mouth deeper with each thrust of Michelle's hips.
Andy moaned too loudly and pushed into my mouth way too fast. I was not ready for all of his five or six inches at one time. Nor was I ready for his explosion-and he came a lot! I rapidly pulled my mouth off his prick and I am sure we all watched his cock shoot load after load onto his belly and one strong spurt even reached his chest.
"Oh fuck! That is too hot!" Michelle cried out! Michelle pulled out of him, rapidly tossed the condom to the floor, and jerked her throbbing cock until her explosive cum shots pooled on top of Andy's spent loads.
"You sexy fuck, you! Yeessss!" She rasped continuously as she continued to expend herself onto Andy's body.
She quickly pulled me up by my hair toward her lips after her explosion. Growling in a deep and animalistic tone, "Fuck me! Fuck me now! Use your spit and then push your beautiful dick in me!"
I quickly scrambled behind her and grabbed her trembling hips, splitting those gorgeous globes aside. My tongue moved unquestioning and without a second thought into her asshole. I was surprised the taste was not bad and her quivering encouraged me to continue my oral assault. I alternated between licking her puckered ass ring and tongue fucking her increasingly wetter asshole.
I was satisfied she was wet enough as I kneeled behind her and aimed my cock head at her enticing entrance. I was able to watch her lick Andy's chest and they began kissing when I slowly pressed the tip of my mushroomed cap into her. Michelle moaned loudly before covering Andy's mouth with her open lips and I watched as she jabbed her tongue inside his mouth.
Michelle's asshole was so fucking tight and seemed to welcome the invasion. I held her hips tightly and watched my shaft slowly disappear inside her. I held still when I felt my balls pressing against hers, indicating I was fully inside this gorgeous woman. I eased out until I saw my cock head appear and then slid back inside the very tight and incredibly comfortable confines. I repeated these movements slowly while luxuriating in the pleasure I was feeling.
Once again, I found myself not wanting this moment to end with this beautiful and special woman. And again, my dick would not cooperate. I sped up my hips and thrust into her repeatedly. I could hear Michelle's stifled moans and held onto her hips tightly as she rotated her hips frantically. One last deep push and I exploded inside her.
"Michelle! Michelle! Yessssss!" I cried out as quietly as possible, whispering to her upper back.
I tried to stifle all my moans and I have no idea how loudly I was or who may have heard. I continued to moan as I thrust into her a few more times, emptying all of my fluids inside her.
"Oh fuckkkkk. Soooo hotttt!" Michelle looked at me over her shoulder, smiling from ear to ear. "I felt you shoot and I can feel your cum in me. Wow!"
Michelle turned back to Andy, trembled her hips slightly and within a few moments, I felt her body flop down, forcing my dick to feel only air. I leaned down and kissed and licked each ass cheek, then slid on top of Michelle; feeling my softened dick against her slick backside.
I held Michelle and Andy for a few moments before I rose from the bed. Michelle eased up and held Andy's hand to help him rise from the bed. I kissed Michelle briefly and wanting so much more before finally grabbing my clothes, weapon, and moving toward the bathroom for a shower. I heard Andy hurriedly getting dressed before I closed the door.
I must have dozed off on my bed at some point because I was not aware of Michelle until she was sitting on my bed, parting my hair.
"Oh. Hi." I responded, still tired but waking up quickly, sitting up and leaning against the bed board.
"I hope you don't mind, I let myself into your room. I did not want to make any more noise than we have already." Michelle said quietly but laughing lightly as she rubbed my naked and hairy chest. She was not wearing any make-up, though she had on violet stud earrings and I could smell just a hint of vanilla.
"I don't mind at all." I smiled widely, taking in Michelle's cute satin, bright purple boy shorts and matching midriff top, showing off her lean belly and the ring through her belly button. "All my doors are open to you."
"Mmmm." She grinned wickedly, looking at my butt. "I will definitely take you up on that offer but not tonight. I am drained and kind of sore." Her smile widened.
I moved over a little so she could be more comfortable on my bed. Michelle edged up close to me, kissing my lips as she curled her legs around mine and placed her hands softly against my face. Her smell was intoxicating, her lips always delicious, and her persistent tongue invaded my mouth with soft, yet determined intensity.
She broke the kiss and quietly asked me, "You entered me without a condom. That was foolish, you know. Why?"
I absently slid my hand along her side as I responded. "I know I'm clean. I was tested twice in the last six months. I figured you were also or you would have told me otherwise."
"I'm clean too but still," Michelle said thoughtfully. "You took a risk. You're sexy but stupid."
"Sorry." I muttered dumbly.
"Well, if we are going to have more fun with Andy and others, you better wear protection or I am not going to let you cum in me again." Michelle purred.
Kissing me again, she continued. "And I do really like the feeling or your cock expanding before you shoot your hot load inside me."
"I hope to experience you soon." I said softly, returning her kiss.
She smiled broadly and turned on her side, encouraging me to hold her until she drifted off to sleep.
The shining sunlight caused me to wake up and find an empty bed. I still smelled her scent on the pillow, sheet and blanket. I felt totally refreshed and ready for anything the world or undead could throw at me.
I showered and dressed and saw everyone was downstairs eating breakfast and having coffee. They saw me and I grabbed a cup and filled it with the life saving hot liquid. I noticed everyone was in a great mood, which is always good news.
Jake began, "Excellent." He started the meeting with positivity and optimism. "Now that everyone is present, let's convene in the living room and discuss today's plan." Jake said, getting all business-like.
"Andy and Mikey gave me excellent intel this morning. Or should I say Mindy?" Jake added, looking at Mikey.
"Michelle," she responded, quite embarrassed.
"Don't be embarrassed, I appreciate your honesty." Jake sympathized with her. "I am sure you had your reasons to pretend to be male. From now on, though, I prefer you to be honest with us and not be afraid to speak or act as you truly are. However, I would suggest you maintain a male persona when you are outside. When we are in the safety of this condo, feel comfortable to dress as you please."
Jake waited for a response and Michelle was beaming with pride, silent but excitedly nodding her head.
Jake continued, "We will call you Mikey, or specifically, "Killer of the Undead," outside the house but inside we will all call you Michelle."
"Thank you!" Michelle said gleefully. Her confidence was seemingly increasing by the millisecond. I thought she would literally burst from every seam. She did shed more than one tear of happiness.
Andy and I patted her on the shoulder as a form of comfort and total acceptance, occasionally murmuring her new name-'Killer.' She was officially and totally a part of a zombie kick ass team and someone we officially could rely upon; regardless of ANY circumstance.
"You know," Andy spoke up. "Since we are calling out nicknames, I am thinking Steve should be called, "Diplomat."
I could only hide my face in my hands, though everyone cheered and clapped me on the back good naturedly.
Recovering from my embarrassment, I quickly added and pointed at Jake, "And you should be called, "Boss Man." We all roared and with fists pumping in the air, heartily agreed.
Michelle, full of excitement and totally into it, chimed in. She turned toward Andy, and with a tight open hand motioning chopping him on the shoulder, "Andy, I dub thee 'Lover-to all.'
We lost it! All of us were laughing to no end. We were shaking hands and clapping him on the shoulder, to show camaraderie, warmth, and welcoming. Andy may have initially felt personally attacked. However, a really tight and welcoming hug and kiss on his lips from Michelle made him relax and blush immediately.
We all cheered to our unique, if not unanimously agreed upon names. We laughed raucously to the insanity of it all. The craziness of the situation and our personas, we had real nicknames and it seemed to make everything okay. We are a real team. Each of us either smiled or blushed or felt incredible pride to be part of this unusual team of zombie killers.
"Okay. Cool. Let's settle down, you sickos!" Jake chuckled but tried to help us focus. After a couple minutes, we did settle down but not without hugs and handshakes and pride swelling within each of us.
We were someone. If not to anyone else, we were someone to each other.
We all smiled and Michelle, with her face beaming, held tightly onto Andy's hand on her left and mine on her right, as we were all now eagerly awaiting Jake's orders for the day.
"Let's get back to today's business." Jake said getting back to his professional tone. "As I was saying, Andy and Michelle came back with great info and I shared with them what we experienced in town. I suggest Andy and I go to the houses that had people in it, offer weapons, advice, and allow for further discussion. Meanwhile, Steve and Michelle, you two cover more area. Michelle, you know the blocks you and Andy explored, so you will take the lead. As usual, we meet back here in a few hours."
Jake paused before continuing, as if expecting dissent. I don't know why, we never disagreed with him. After all, 'Boss Man' was the undisputed leader of this team.
"All right, then. Let's get moving while it's still morning." Jake clapped his hands, as if to wake us up.
We all donned our protective gear, grabbed our weapons of choice and headed outside in opposite directions. Michelle kept a six foot distance from me and stayed on my left as we quietly made our way down one street and up the next, looking for signs of life and the infected.
We entered houses that looked like there may be some supplies we could use and gathered what we could. We made more contacts and gave them most of what we collected, keeping track of addresses, people, and any intel they could give us. They were mostly afraid but resolute to ride out this storm as best they could. We promised to return with food and other supplies in the next day or two. We even managed to recruit people and promised to return the next day around 8 am.
We entered this particular luxurious two-story house and approached it with the same routine as we had approached every other house. I checked the door and nearby windows first, while Michelle looked up and around the sides of the building for activity. If the door is locked, we leave the house alone. If unlocked, I will quietly go through it and scan quickly left to right and left again. I was getting the layout of the floor plan and listening for any sounds.
Upon entering, and noting there was no activity after I dispatched the infected, I motioned for Michelle to join me. She locked the door as I moved further into the first floor. This building has a second floor, and as per protocol, she stayed by the staircase, looking up and maintaining eyes on me as I checked the doors and windows on the first floor. I am only out of eye sight for moments at a time as I check one door or move into another room that is not viewable from the front door. Normally, If a door is unlocked, I check it out and I lock it. This house did not have locked doors, so we were lucky. I scanned the back of the house and the backyard to see if there is anything out of place. In this case there was nothing. I joined back with Michelle, giving her the thumbs up before I quietly took the steps upward.
I walked up the staircase first as she checked around her to ensure I did not miss anything or anyone, before she took to the stairs. I quietly reached the top of the stairs and scanned the layout. I repeated the slow back and forth eye and ear scans. This time, the are was clear. I then motioned to Michelle to join me near the top of the stairs. I then checked the rooms with the open doors first. he coast was clear and I give her the thumbs up. She carefully joins me at the closed doors. I open each door slightly, while she peers inside and dispatches the infected immediately and efficiently. I then entered the next doors and repeat the ear and eye scans. I checked under the bed in the master bedroom. I then checked the closet. I moved my weapon side by side to check for resistance adn thank fully found none.
Michelle is always ready and the infected has snuck up on me in previous occasions but her alertness and quickness are not needed this time. She's always addressed them with immediate and fluid actions, time and again. She is truly a lifesaver.
Our process has worked great. We have dispatched more infected than we care to think about and I am sure we will have nightmares to last us more years than we have. The stress and constant fear weighs heavily on us all the time when we are in the field.
We checked all the rooms on the first floor in this very exclusive home. We approached and checked all the rooms on the second floor. The last room unchecked was the master bedroom. We performed the same scan and search protocols until we deemed it safe. Michelle stayed after we checked it out while I surveyed the surrounding rooms looking for supplies.
"Steve." She said in a serious tone a few minutes later, loud enough I could hear but not for other ears. "I have a problem."
I rushed from a couple rooms away and my attention was focused on her fingers caressing jacquard lace lingerie in the open top drawer of the hand-made dresser. I then noticed an empty earring box on the dresser and an out of place perfume bottle cap. I looked back at Michelle and noticed she had removed her outer wear and her body smoothly glided into a spray of 'Gucci Bloom' perfume. I looked up at her again and noticed she was wearing rose quartz earrings and she could not stop smiling at me.
"What's the matter?" I asked concerned but extremely relieved she was not in imminent danger.
"My cock is hard." She stated simply.
"Huh? Now?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes." She said lustily, and coyly. She pushed her pants and panties to her ankles, and showed me her cock was indeed very hard. "Consider it one of the benefits for having a tranny as your girlfriend."
I smiled at her while I quickly removed my outer garment, gloves, and mask. She returned the smile while stroking her big dick, licking her lips in anticipation. I hoped I would not disappoint her as I sank to my knees and my eyes were level with her heavy balls and erect cock.
I looked up into her eyes while brushing my tongue across her cum-filled balls, long and hard shaft, then along her big cock head, finally flicking my tongue across her piss slit. I slid my tongue back down her length and licked her testicles. My hands were caressing her clean shaven calves, thighs, and perfectly shaped ass.
Michelle's tall and thick cock filled my mouth completely. My lips covered the bulbous head and my tongue swirled around the tip as I slowly swallowed her again and again. Her hips buckled and forced more of her shaft in my mouth than I was initially prepared. I squeezed her ass cheeks and she let up, letting this novice cock sucker do the work at my pace. She held tightly onto my shoulders and cooed as I took more and more of her deeper into my mouth on each down suck.
I massaged her balls with one hand and squeezed an ass cheek in the other while slowly moving my head up and down along her shaft. She oohed and moaned softly every time my lips worked its way closer to her balls. I did not think I was going down on her very long before I sensed her much needed sexual release.
I doubled my efforts—sucking harder and bobbing my head faster.
Michelle grabbed my hair hard, "OH My fuck!!" She said quietly. "OOoooooohhhh! Please meeeeeee!"
I pulled back just enough so only the cock head was between my lips as I waited the singular moment before her deluge quickly found its way down my throat. I was able to taste the second spurt and finally enjoy the flavor and stickiness of the third. Holding onto her thighs, I took in her softening shaft until it completely became limp and the last of orgasm seeped onto my tongue.
Michelle slowly slid to her knees, grabbing my face in both hands before tightly pressing her lips to mine and shoving her tongue as far as it could reach.
After a few moments, she broke the deep kiss. "I can't believe you did that for me!" She gleamed. "A BJ on demand. I know I can get used to that."
"My pleasure—completely!" I smiled at her, caressing the side of her face. "Should I have said, no?"
"Probably not." She smiled while standing up on wobbly legs to fix herself.
"After all," I said, while rising from my knees, all smiles. "I apparently am your boyfriend."
"Oh. You caught that part. Sorry." She blushed and shyly averted my eyes.
"We're good. I'm honored." I smiled widely at her, easing her face so our eyes could meet. I kissed her lips briefly and began dressing.
She could not hide her embarrassment and seemed to be redder than ever. Though her face was lit up and her lips must have hurt from her ear to ear grin.
We got ourselves together and I truly enjoyed watching her body move. She took a few items from the top draw, along with the perfume and earring box. We then grabbed a couple things from the house we thought could be useful and continued our recon and resource accumulation outside.
The routine is always the same, when we have almost too much to carry; we go home, drop it off inside the patio and then go out again. We repeat this throughout the day until we are done—usually by 5 or 6 pm.
Michelle and I finally finished for the day and each of us showered separately. I went first and changed into loose shorts and t-shirt, cooking dinner and waiting for Jake and Andy to return.
I heard loud noises, indicating the guys completed their efforts for the day. They were jubilant and told me they met people, exchanged status, and tomorrow we would all meet and clean the area of any remaining infected and, unfortunately, burn their bodies.
We were setting up the dinner table with plates and the like and we stopped all movement and sound when we heard the sounds of heels clopping down the stairs. Frozen in place, we openly stared at Michelle as she strode down the stairs with grace and incredible presence.
Wearing three inch open toed light brown sandals, Michelle's toned and tanned legs and thighs were exquisitely displayed to us all. The cut-off blue jean shorts showcased her perfectly shaped ass and very shapely hips. Her midriff was showing, along with the belly ring, and her sky blue with white neck fringed shirt tied off just below her very apparent breasts. The top buttons were undone, showing us impressive cleavage; leaving us to wonder what color bra she was wearing. Michelle's face was perfectly done, the eye liner, rouge, lipstick, and who knows what else she used to look as beautiful as any model. I am sure she knew the profound effect she had on all of us.
"Wow!" Jake was the first to exclaim.
Her curly brown hair seemed to defy gravity as she twirled in the middle of the living room, giving us a show none of us would forget. Her two-inch, gold toned hooped earrings fluttered with each sultry sway. She finished her fluid movements with a hand to the hip, looking at Jake. "You did say I could dress as I want." She added with a very confident twinkle in her eye.
My cock awoke and I was sure Andy was reinvigorated as we watched every sultry movement and listened to every word from her sexy red painted lips.
Jake spoke aloud and looked at me, "You're banging that!?!"
I could see the sweat quickly forming on his brow as he readjusted himself. "You are one incredibly lucky son of a bitch!"
We all laughed. Everyone's tension melted away instantly. A smiling and ecstatic Michelle strode toward me, making a show of pressing her lips to mine.
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I wake up in a panic and notice I'm in a room I'm not accustomed to. I get out of bed and realize I'm in a hospital room. I look around and see a bag on the floor. I look in and change into the clothes provided which are clothes I recognize as my own. I throw the patient's robe on the bed and open the hospital room door.
"Hello?" I say as I exit the room. "Can someone help me?" I wait a few seconds and don't get a response. I then notice that there's absolutely no one around and all the lights are out. "Hello?" I say again. Still...no response. I make my way to the elevator and after hitting the down button a few times, realize that it's not going to work either. Power must be out.
I find the stairs and head down to the main floor. As I exit onto the main floor, I again realize no one is around. I'm headed for the exit when I hear a sound. It sounds like a low grumbling sound so I head towards it. It ends up being behind a locked hospital room door so I peer into the glass and notice someone looking out the window. I knock on the glass.
"Hello?" I yell through the glass. The person turns around and comes towards the door still making the growling sound. When they finally make it to the door, I notice how ugly this person is. "Who are you?" The person bangs his head on the glass and makes a louder grumbling. "Stop, you're going to hurt yourself!" He bangs his head again, cracking the glass. "Fuck this!" I turn around a rush out of the hospital.
I look around a notice a bunch of abandoned cars and some crashed cars. "What the fuck happened here?" I say to myself. I look around and try to find my truck but don't see it anywhere. I do realize I'm at the hospital about five miles from my apartment so I decide to make the trek back home. It takes me about 45 minutes to get to the apartment and on the way I noticed more crashed cars, broken in houses and shops, and some small house fires.
I make it to my floor and realize I didn't check the bag at the hospital for my keys. Luckily, I live on the first floor. I find the bedroom window and take a rock from outside and break the window. I crawl inside and notice that my apartment hasn't been touched. "Serenity?" I call to my cat. To my surprise, she walks into the bedroom purring. "Thank god I found someone." I smile and pick her up and set her on my shoulders. "What happened here girl?" She responds with a meow and nuzzles my cheek. "Me neither girl, me neither."
I rummage around the apartment for a couple hours, throwing stuff into a duffle bag and a back pack of mine. I grab my rifle, pistol, and some ammo and throw the rifle and ammo in the duffle bag and clip the pistol on my hip. I then find Serenity's harness and a leash and get her all set. "I know you hate this thing but I can't have you running off on me." She just meows and surprisingly lets me put it on her. "Good girl!" I sat, petting her on the head. I make my way to the kitchen and throw some food in the duffle bag and grab the cat food. "No wonder why you're still here and alive...and I little heavier. You chewed your way into this bag." I find some Walmart bags and pour a bunch of the food in them and throw them in the duffle.
"OK, I think we're ready." I say to Serenity. "Let's head out." I snatch the spare key to the apartment from the drop table and head out the door. Again, there's no one around. "Where to girl?" Again, a meow and a nuzzle. "I agree. Let's see if Tom and Angela are at home." Tom and Angela are childhood friends that ended up getting married. They live about ten miles away so if I'm lucky, I can make it there before nightfall. "We gotta hurry girl." I take off at a fast walk and head towards their home.
We make it about halfway before trouble finds us. I once again here a low grumbling and so does Serenity. I know to keep quite and keep moving but Serenity is a curious cat and doesn't. She looks towards the grumbling and meows quite loudly. I shush her but it doesn't do any good and she meows again. I keep moving hoping no one heard anything but am not so lucky. Out between the building walks a naked man, still grumbling. "Sir, are you alright?" No answer as he continues to walk towards me. I grab my pistol and point it at him. "Sir, don't come any closer. Are you alright?" Again, the man acts like he doesn't hear anything and keeps coming closer. I fire a shot at his feet but it doesn't have an effect. "Sir, I'll tell you one more time, don't come any closer!" Again, nothing. So I shoot him in the leg but he acts like he didn't feel it and keeps coming towards me. "I'm sorry." I say, right before I shoot him between the eyes. He falls over backwards and doesn't make anymore movements.
"What the fuck is going on her Serenity?" She just meows back and stays on alert. "Me too girl, me too." We walk the rest of the way to Tom and Angela's house and make it right before the sun goes down. I go to the door and knock a couple times. No answer. I knock again and still no answer. "Tom?" I yell through the door. "Angela?" I wait a few seconds and hear footsteps. The door opens and Angela is standing there, shocked. She hugs me and starts crying. "Angela, what the heck is going on around here? It's like the town has been abandoned and there's weird people who seem like they've gone mad."
Angela let's go of me and wipes her eyes. "You haven't heard?"
"Heard what? I woke up in a hospital and the next thing I know, no one's around." She motions for me to come in. I do as she says and she locks and deadbolts the door behind me.
"There was an infection that spread rapidly about three months ago. Most people either fled the United States or died. A select few of us, like me, couldn't catch a ride out and now we're stuck in here." She grabs a map and sets it on the table. "Supposedly, everything in this red circle is infected zone. They're not letting anyone out anymore so whoever is inside is stuck here."
"Hold on, where's Tom?" I look around noticing no one else is around. "Where are the kids?"
"The kids were with grandma and grandpa when it happened. They were able to get them out." Angela starts crying again but doesn't say anything else.
"Angela, where's Tom?" I look at her, concerned.
"He was part of the squad that was to go and stop the infection from spreading." She says through sobs. "Before the power went out, Matt called me and said that they were fighting off some of the infected but he got separated from Tom. When he went back, he said he saw a bunch of dead men but they weren't recognizable due to those infected chewing through them. He did say one of the bodies had Tom's gun next to it. Tom's dead!" She starts balling and I grab her and pull her in and hold her.
"I'm so sorry Angela." I start to tear up. "I can't believe all of this happened and I was stuck in a hospital. I could have been there for him."
Angela pushes away from me. "No! If you would have been with him, you would be dead too! Matt said he was the only one who survived and that's because he took the cowardly way out and left my husband. If I get out of these walls, I'll kill him myself." She falls back into my embrace and continues to ball.
"I'm so so sorry Angela." I don't know what else to say so I hold her for a few more minutes. "I'm here now and we need to figure out a way out of here." She doesn't respond but I feel her right hand let go of me and inch down towards my crotch. "Angela! What are you doing?" She just shushes me and begins to unzip my pants. I push her away. "Angela, you're not thinking straight."
"My husband is dead!" She yells at me. "He's dead and I've been alone for three months." She comes back at me but I push her away again. "Why are you denying me this? I've seen the way you look at me. I know you've wanted to fuck me. Now you can. Tom's dead!" She comes back towards me but I hold her back.
"You're my best friend's wife." I tell her. "This is wrong."
"You're best friend is dead!" She says to me, now fuming. "You weren't there for him, you owe me this." She waits for a response but I don't know what to say. "You've also seen the way I am around you too. Why do you think I wear the low cut tanks and the short shorts or skirts around you?" I still don't know what to say and look at her dumbfounded. "I've wanted to fuck you since the day Tom introduced us to each other." Again, no words. I just stare at her, shocked. "Please!" She comes back towards me but this time, I don't push her away.
She proceeds to unzip my pants and looks up at me. "Are you sure?" She asks, with pleading eyes.
"I don't get you." I chuckle. "One moment, you're all innocent and crying, then the next you're forceful, and now you're back to innocent. You are correct, I've wanted to do this ever since I met you as well. I've scene you naked going from the bathroom to your bedroom. I've looked down your shirt multiple times when you've bent over in front of me. I look at your ass every time you're walking in front of me. I just never could do anything because of Tom. It's wrong that I'm doing this so soon after finding out he's dead but yes, I'm sure." She smiles and gives me another hug. She then continues with my pants, pulling them down leaving me in only my boxers and t-shirt.
I am now rock-hard in my boxers and the tip is barely poking out the top but is still covered by my shirt. Angela pushes my shirt up so I grab it and pull it over my head and toss it on the couch. She admires the bulge in my boxers a little bit before grabbing ahold of them and pulling them down. My now fully erect, 9-inch cock whips out and almost smacks her in the face.
"Oh wow!" She exclaims, wide-eyed. "I knew it was big but not this big."
"You knew it was big?" I stare at her, confused.
"Well," she says, smiling up at me. "You remember that time you were showing me pictures of your trip to Florida on your phone? You quickly swiped away from one picture? I saw it but didn't say anything."
"I was wondering if you saw that picture." I reply back, a little red in the face.
"I definitely did and got super wet afterwards. I wish I was brave enough back then to ask you to send it to me or at least blackmail you to send it to me. I've been wanting to see it ever since." She looks back down at my cock and grabs it.
"Well, if we ever get the power back and I can find a laptop, it's uploaded to Amazon Photos so I can send it to you then." I wink at her and smile as she starts to slowly stroke my cock.
"Or...," she smiles back at me. "I can just see it in person whenever I want now." She continues to stroke my cock, going a little faster. "This is definitely going to hurt though. Tom's cock is barely two thirds this size."
I grab her by the chin and have her look up at me. "I'll be gentle and if there's ever a point you want me to stop, just let me know." She mouths thanks to me and then before I know it, my cock is in her mouth. "Oh wow!" I look down at my cock as it goes in and out of her mouth. She continues to suck on my cock as I lean my head back and close my eyes. It feels so good and I realize that I may cum at any moment since I have released in months do to being in the hospital that whole time.
"Oh shit!" I say, looking back down at her. "I think I'm going to cum already. Not doing it for months must be making me a quick cummer." She looks up at me with my cock still in her mouth and just gives me a slight nod letting me know she's fine with that. She then proceeds to deepthroat my cock and this pushes me over the edge and I start shooting strand after strand of cum in her mouth. I keep cumming for the next 30 seconds until she pulls my cock out of her mouth, cum dripping out a little. She swallows and smiles at me.
"Wow!" She says, wiping her mouth. "That was a lot of cum. You've been holding that in awhile." She looks down and notices some cum on her shirt. "Shit, can't wear this anymore." She pulls her shirt over her head leaving her in a very sheer, see thru bra. Her nipples are very visible and to my surprise my cock starts to get hard again. She throws the shirt on the floor and notices my newly erect cock. "Wow, I guess he wants more." She grabs for my cock again but I stop her.
"Sorry, I have to know." I say, still looking at her tits. "I've never seen tits that big. How big are they?"
Angela chuckles before responding. "They're 36Gs. They're not the most comfortable but guys like them so I've kept them." She chuckles again. "You like them?"
"Oh fuck yeah!" I exclaim. "I love them! Obviously, too, because I've never gotten another erection this quick after getting off. I don't even think my cock got fully soft before getting hard again. They're the best I've ever seen."
She reaches behind her back and starts to unclip her bra. "Well then, I guess you better see them in all their glory." She finishes undoing her bra and lets it fall to the ground, unleashing her perfect tits. "They feel even better." She says, winking at me. I move in the grab them but she stops me. She gets on her knees and grabs her tits and wraps them around my cock. "How's that feel?"
"Fucking fantastic!" I exclaim, looking down at my cock between her tits. "I've never titty fucked before cause all the women I've been with have had small tits. This is amazing!" She starts to take her tits and rub them up and down my cock. "Wow!" is all I can say. She continues to do this as she looks up at me while I watch my cock disappearing and reappearing between her tits. I can't keep my eyes away from it as it feels and looks so amazing. She then leans her head in and every time my cock appears close to her face, the tip slides between her lips and she sucks on the tips a little before it disappears back down between her tits.
"To tell you the truth," she says looking up at me but still moving her tits up and down on my cock. "I've never been able to give a titjob blowjob because Tom's cock wasn't long enough. I think I prefer this method." She then looks back down and continues to suck my cock every time it gets close to her face. This time I last a little longer but after a few minutes, I'm shooting cum all over her tits. As this is the second cumshot in less than 30 minutes, it feels more intense so I let out a little moan as it starts happening. After all the cum is released, she takes my cock out from between her tits, licks the tip, and then proceeds to lick up the cum on her tits.
"Wow! I have never felt something that intense in..." I think a little. "Well, never. That was fantastic.!" Angela gets up off her knees and sits on the couch, tits still loose with a smile on her face. My cock is slowly getting soft but I definitely don't want this to end. After years of having fantasies and not being able to do anything, I've finally gotten my chance. I do feel a little bad it's my best friends wife but I feel like he would want her to be with someone he knows will treat her right. I walk closer to her, get on my knees and grab her shorts and pull down. To my surprise she's not wearing any underwear and is cleanly shaved down there. "How are you this perfect in every way?" She just shrugs and waits to see what I do.
I move my head towards her pussy and start to eat her out. I flick my tongue on her clit and I hear a soft moaning start. I start to flick it a little quicker and her moaning gets louder. "What the fuck are you doing? That's amazing!" She says, through moans. I just continue to flick my tongue on her clit. As the moaning get louder and more consistent, I take my middle finger and slowly insert it into her pussy. "Oh god!" She says, loudly. I thrust my finger in and out of her pussy repeatedly, all while still flicking her clit with my tongue. A few more seconds go by until she arches her back and screams in pleasure. "Oh my god! Don't stop!" I do as she asks and continues until she's flat on the couch again. "You...are...amazing!" She sits there breathing heavily.
"Thank you!" I respond back. "I've always been told I have magical fingers." I stand up and look down at her, still breathing heavily. Her tits moving up and down with each breath has me worked up.
"I see you're ready again." She smiles, looking at my, yet-again, hard cock. "After that orgasm, I don't know how much I can do to help release that tension."
"Oh, don't worry." I respond back, grinning. "You don't need to do anything." I move closer to her, the tip of my cock just barely touching the slit of her pussy. "I'll do all the work." I slowly start inserting my cock into her pussy. As I get about halfway in, I see her start to wince. "Are you alright? I can stop." She opens her eyes and just looks at me and shakes her head. I then insert another couple inches. She winces again and closes her eyes. I stop but she quickly shakes her head again. I insert the last three inches and hold it there to see what she does. She nods her head yes, so I take that as she wants me to fuck her so I slowly break my cock out to just the tip inserted and thrust inside of her.
"Holy shit!" She yells. "Holy shit! Holy shit!" I pull out again and thrust in yet again. "Yes!" I continue to do this, thrusting in and out, getting faster each time. She keeps moaning and yelling "yes" or "oh god" over and over. As this is my third time, I'm able to hold in my release a little longer than usual but seeing her tits bouncing as I'm fucking her is making me close. I reach down and start to finger her clit as I'm thrusting into her, wanting her to either cum before me or at the same time as me.
As I'm seconds away from cumming, Angela says loudly. "I'm cumming." I pull out but continue to finger her so I don't cum inside her but she opens her eyes quickly and with her hand, aggressively points to her pussy letting me know to put my cock back in and finish. I do as I'm told and thrust my cock in and that's all it takes for both of us to orgasm at the same time. I shoot strand after strand of cum inside her for a good 20 seconds while she convulses the entire time out of pleasure.
"Oh wow!" I say, with a huge smile on my face. "I've never cum inside a woman before. You must be on the pill?" She just looks at me and shakes her head no. I get a really concerned look on my face.
"I can't have kids." She says, with a little chuckle. "A few years ago, I went to the doctor because we were trying to have another kid and nothing was happening. The doctor said that I had to viable eggs and could never have kids again." I let out a sigh of relief and plop down on the couch next to her, both of us still naked.
"That's good to hear. We don't want a newborn during this outbreak." I chuckle a little. I lean my head back and put an arm over Angela's shoulder. She rolls over towards me and grabs my cock. She gets me off one more time before we both fall asleep, her right tit cupped in my hand and her hand ahold of my cock.
To Be Continued...
Part 2 Teaser - Angela and I have to leave the house because the infected have swarmed the neighborhood and some things may not be how Angela thought.
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"Nothing good on the news," Alejandro Gomes said to himself. The tall, short-haired and brown-skinned young Afro-Dominican man flipped through the channels. Outside of the Coral Gables apartment complex, a blazing heat gripped the area and much of the Sunshine State. Night has fallen, and did little to diminish the heat. Alejandro moved to Florida eighteen months ago from his hometown of Dajabon in the Dominican Republic and still wasn't used to Florida's odd mixture of heat and humidity. The land of the gringos was fresh hell, but Alejandro had a family to support.
Two years ago, Alejandro's father Francisco Gomes died due to complications from diabetes, and as the eldest son, it fell to Alejandro to take care of the family. That's why Alejandro was working for Allied Universal while attending classes at Miami Dade College. The security company didn't pay much and the manager, Erin Hazel, was a bitch, but Alejandro did what he had to do. American dollars were worth their wait in gold to Alejandro's mother Maria Bertrand-Gomes and his younger sister Estella Gomes back in Dajabon. A man has authority but must also embrace responsibility, that's what Alejandro's Dominican father Francisco taught him.
Alejandro looked at his little dog Harriet, a Jack Russell terrier and Chihuahua mix that he adopted a while ago. After eating the beef jerky that Alejandro gave her, the little dog was fast asleep in her doggie bed. Alejandro continued to flip through various channels until he landed on something he liked. Good shows like Dexter, Hannibal, The Good Place, Reaper, iZombie, Dead Like Me and various others. Hmm, what's a brother to choose? Alejandro chose to watch Dexter. It was a good one too. The one where the Hispanic lady cop arrests Dexter at the Miami police station.
As Alejandro watched America's favorite serial killer maneuver his way around the cops, events were happening outside his apartment. It was the end of October, and as usual, Guillermo Gutierrez, the world's worst landlord was due to make his rounds around the apartment complex. The Palisades apartment complex was full of immigrants from the Caribbean, Africa, Asia and Latin America. The old landlord liked to throw his weight around since a lot of his tenants barely spoke any English and tended to let him get away with a lot of bullshit.
"Going to rattle you suckers," Guillermo said to himself as he stepped out of his bright red Rav4. The stocky, dark-haired and bronze-skinned Mexican American put out his cigarillo as he took a look around the parking lot. The lot was full, which meant that the tenants were home. Good. Guillermo liked to make those impromptu visits so he could catch his tenants unawares. The Palisades apartment complex was Guillermo's little kingdom and he ran it with an Iron fist.
As Guillermo headed for the front door, a loud scream startled him. Guillermo looked around. He heard gurgling sounds. Guillermo was born in Tijuana, Mexico, but spent most of his life in Miami, Florida. Even in Coral Gables, which was supposedly nicer and safer than the rest of Miami, things happened. Guillermo took out his Glock and walked in the direction of the noise. If there were vagrants, homeless people or random bozos, Guillermo would tell them to skip or else. The landlord doesn't play...
"What the fuck?" Guillermo exclaimed as he reached a van. The gurgling and slurping sounds came from that direction. A blonde-haired white chick lay on the floor, all bloodied up. Guillermo vaguely recognized Isabel, the American girlfriend of one of his Latino tenants, Jose somebody. Isabel was motionless on the floor, and she was not alone. Three people were in the midst of devouring her. Guillermo gasped in shock, and that's when they looked up.
The feasters, two men and a woman, looked up from their prey and glared at the intruder. Their eyes were bright red, and their faces bloodied. Chunks of flesh dangled from their open maws. Upon seeing the look of blank hunger on their faces, Guillermo stepped back. The three rose from their interrupted feast and started toward Guillermo. Their movements were quite awkward. They moved as if drunk or extremely tired.
"Get back or I will shoot you," Guillermo shouted, and he backed away as the three advanced on him. Guillermo recognized the two male assailants as Jose, and his roommate Pedro. The female assailant was Miss Phuong, a skinny Asian woman who rented one of the seventh floor apartments. Guillermo fired a warning shot in the air but that did nothing to deter them. Jose, Pedro and Miss Phuong came at Guillermo. He fired shot after shot into them. Jose shuddered as a bullet hit him in the chest. Pedro staggered but did not fall as a bullet hit his throat. Miss Phuong roared and came at Guillermo. He shot her in the chest. She didn't seem to care.
The three of them pulled down Guillermo and began to feast on him. A few moments later, the three monsters were joined by a fourth individual. Isabel, the pretty blonde gal, joined her boyfriend Jose, his roommate Pedro and Miss Phuong in feasting on Guillermo. The creatures made loud, slurping noises and moaned as they feasted on the landlord's flesh. They were still feasting when the Miami Police arrived.
"Wally, what do you think, gang activity or domestic shit?" said Officer Stella Jean-Baptiste. The tall, dark-skinned and curvy, thirty-something Haitian American policewoman looked askance at her colleague while driving the patrol car. Miami Police patrol officer Walter Beauharnais, a stocky, bald-headed black man with a thick mustache, smiled and shrugged. Like Stella, he'd been born in Florida to Haitian immigrant parents. Walter has been a cop for over a decade and loves working the beat. This was supposed to be just another night of copping in Florida...
"Hmm, perhaps neither," said Wally. Stella smiled and shrugged. The patrol car pulled into the parking lot of the Palisades apartment complex, located on Cosgrove Avenue in the South End of Coral Gables. The officers stepped out. There was a small crowd gathered near the building entrance, and they all seemed to be staring at something near the end of the parking lot. Stella and Wally exchanged a look as they approached the crowd.
"Good evening, folks, we have report of shots fired," said Wally as he reached them. The black cop looked at the crowd. Almost all of them were some type of immigrant. Latino. Black. Asian. In spite of Floridian conservativism, people of color continue to flock to the Sunshine State. Stella and Wally spoke to them, trying to ascertain what was going on. The on-lookers kept pointing to a spot near the end of the parking lot.
"They're monsters and they are eating someone," said a skinny young Hispanic woman. Stella and Wally exchanged a look. The officers had seen their share of crime on the streets of Miami and the surrounding areas but cannibalism was definitely out of the ordinary. Wally urged the crowd to go back inside. He and Stella drew their guns and cautiously approached the poorly lit end of the vast parking lot. A cop's got to do what a cop's got to do.
"Woof," Harriet the dog barked, and Alejandro frowned. He'd finished watching Dexter and was trying to decide between Resident Alien season three or iZombie season five. Shows that were a mixture of science fiction and comedy were among Alejandro's favorite. The little dog kept barking and headed toward the window. MGroaning, Alejandro got up and grabbed the little dog. The window was too high for Harriet the dog to reach.
"Calm down, sweetie," Alejandro said as he patted Harriet the dog on her furry head. Looking out the window, Alejandro wondered what could have spooked the little dog. Harriet the dog is quite fearless. One time, while Alejandro was walking her through Optimus Parkway, Harriet tried to take on three raccoons at the same time. Alejandro wisely whisked the little dog away before she could engage with the Floridian urban wildlife.
"Oh shit," Alejandro said, gasping as he saw the cops fire at...something. The cops were in the parking lot, along with a dozen people gathered near the building entrance. Four silhouettes advanced toward the cops. They didn't seem fazed by the bullets. One of the cops, a tall black woman, shot one of the silhouettes in the head. The silhouette, a tall blonde-haired white woman, went down. The remaining three emitted a guttural, inhuman moan and attacked the cop.
"Wally, I'm out of ammo," Stella said as the other freaks came for her. Wally pulled his personal firearm from his ankle holster and handed it to Stella. Standing shoulder to shoulder, the two black cops fired at the freaks. Pedro, Jose and Miss Phung went down in a hail of bullets. Moving with care, Stella and Wally took a closer look at the corpses. What kind of freaks keep going after taking so many bullets? In the darkness, behind the cops, something stirred...
"Watch out," Alejandro shouted, but the cops of course did not hear him. In the darkness, a man-shaped thing rose to its feet. Alejandro looked at Harriet the dog. The little dog looked quizzically at the human who had bravely adopted her almost a year ago. Alejandro looked around his apartment. Right there, underneath a poster of Joslyn Jane and Maggie Green, his favorite naughty film stars, were the bricks that Alejandro collected. Random weirdoes were always wandering the apartment complex and Alejandro always knew he'd have to defend himself against them someday...
Alejandro grabbed the brick, and readied himself to throw it. The thing in the darkness was making its way toward the distracted cops, who had their backs to it. Alejandro, who'd played baseball a lot in his younger days, prayed that his throwing arm was still good. Drawing back his arm, Alejandro let the brick fly. The thing was at least a hundred meters away, and Alejandro's apartment window was on the eight floor, but still...
"Fuck," Wally said, gasping. A huge brick thudded into the skull of a Hispanic-looking man that had been reaching for him. The man emitted an inhuman growl, and then fell. Stella and Wally exchanged a look. Yeah, they hadn't seen this one. The officers looked around, both to make sure that there were no more freaks hiding in the darkness, and to ascertain the identity of the brick thrower. Flying projectiles are definitely a hazard...
"Who threw that?" Stella wondered aloud, looking at the crowd, which still clung together near the building front door. Someone shouted from inside the building and Stella looked up to see someone waving at her through a top floor window. The black policewoman gasped in surprise. Whoever threw the brick with such accuracy didn't just save their lives, he probably should be playing professional baseball since he had a cannon for an arm...
"Be sure to thank your benefactor, Stella, I've got to call for backup, we need additional officers, forensics and EMTs," Wally said, and Stella concurred. A few minutes later, the Palisades apartment complex parking lot was swarming with cops, forensics personnel and emergency medical techs. Stella and Wally spoke to their colleagues, giving them the rundown on the situation. The newly arrived officers were taking statements from the residents when a tall young black man strode forward with a small white dog in his arms.
"Hi, I'm Alejandro, the brick guy," said the fellow with the dog as he approached Stella and Wally. The two black cops looked at the young black man and his dog. Stella smiled and shook her head while Wally extended his hand. Alejandro shook the officer's hand without hesitation. Harriet the dog sniffed the cop as he shook hands with her master. Wally had a lot of questions for Alejandro, since he had a bird's eye view of the incident. Before Wally could ask those questions, however, a loud, grating voice interrupted them.
"Excuse me, Alejandro," Wally said with a frown. Alejandro nodded and hugged Harriet the dog. A tall, blond-haired and blue-eyed, thirty-something cop approached them. The officer's name tag read Sullivan. Standing a short distance away, Stella also frowned. Alejandro was no expert on American police but body language was easily read no matter where one finds oneself in the world. Officers Wally and Stella did not seem to like this Sullivan, whoever he was...
"Walter, want to tell me what the hell is going on here?" said Sergeant Allen Sullivan of the Miami Police. Wally sighed before answering. He and Stella walked away from the others as Sullivan pulled them aside for a little tete-a-tete. Alejandro observed all of this with utter fascination. Officer Sullivan reminded Alejandro of some of the mean white dudes he had to deal with while working for Allied Universal's security team at the Miracle Mile Shopping Center in downtown Coral Gables. Dude looked like a prick...
"Sergeant, those four right there came at us, didn't respond to warnings, and tried to eat us, we had to shoot them," Stella interjected as Sullivan berated Wally. Sighing, Wally nodded gratefully at Stella. The two black cops explained the situation to their boss as best they could. Officer-involved shootings were a nightmare for any police department. There had been racial incidents between Latino guys and gals, and of course black folks, clashing with Miami Police. The City of Miami did not need another police scandal.
"Officers, help me out here, you've shot four civilians, all of whom appeared to be unarmed and their bodies are covered in severe bite wounds as well as riddled with bullets, and you're making it sound like the zombie apocalypse," Sullivan said with a sigh. Stella and Wally exchanged a look. The two black cops were still reeling from what they'd experienced. Sullivan was being a dick, but Wally could understand how the situation looked. One way or another, the Miami Police would have a scandal on its hands...
"Let's wait and see what forensics and the labs say about those four, they were freakish cannibals who didn't feel pain," Stella said firmly. Wally smiled as Sullivan finally relented. As per Miami Police department policy, any cop in an officer-involved shooting or OIS would be placed on administrative leave, and also talk to both their lawyer and their union rep while an investigation was conducted. In these trying times, where every police force was under scrutiny, the civilian authorities demanded that the cops do things by the book.
"You two are going back to the station for a debriefing, and then admin leave, dismissed," Sullivan said. He walked away before Stella and Wally could reply. The cops watched their boss as he strode away. Yeah, Sullivan was a dick, but he was also right. As Stella and Wally pondered their next move, Alejandro approached them with his little dog in his arms. Stella smiled at the doggo. She was a sucker for dogs ever since her grandmother Clothilde got her a pair of brown-coated, dark-tailed puppies named Marquis and Lucky back in the day...
"Mr. Alejandro, be sure to leave your statement with the officers," Stella said gently. Alejandro nodded and bit his lip. Wally smiled at the young black man. The brother looked like he was from the Caribbean. Perhaps Trinidad and Tobago, or Saint Lucia. Alejandro had gone out of his way to help them tonight, but they still had to do things by the book. Cops must avoid even the appearance of impropriety or bias when dealing with members of the public. Alejandro looked like a man with something on his mind. Wally took a deep breath, then queried about it.
"What's on your mind?" Wally asked cautiously. Alejandro looked at Wally and Stella, and then at Sullivan, who was talking to other officers a short distance away. The EMTs started to load the bodies in the back of the meat wagons, ahem, ambulances. Forensics personnel were taking pictures of the crime scene. Officers were talking to the crowd, interviewing potential witnesses. Just another night on the beat for beat cops, or so it seemed. Fuck no. Nothing about tonight was regular. Not by a long shot.
"Maybe I watch too many zombie movies but those things were not human, they were trying to eat you, they shrugged off bullets that hit them as long as they didn't hit the brain, so I think they were zombies," Alejandro said with a cold smile. Harriet the dog woofed as if she understood what her master just said. Stella resisted the urge to pet the dog on her furry head. Not while on duty. Alejandro's dog was beautiful. Upon hearing the young man's words, however, Stella snapped back to reality, as did Wally.
"Whether they were zombies, or crack addicts or freaks of nature, the investigation is out of our hands, we are going to be on admin leave, sir," Wally said somberly. Alejandro nodded as if he understood. He shook hands with Wally and Stella, wished them good night and then walked away. After giving his statement and his contact information to the police investigators, Alejandro went back to his apartment. He refilled Harriet the dog's water bowl, and then grabbed his cell phone.
Living in the Dominican Republic taught Alejandro to have great survival instincts. In the Caribbean, there aren't a lot of cops, and there are many bandits, brigands and traffickers who will kill anyone, man or woman, with relative impunity. The Caribbean isn't like places such as America, Canada or the United Kingdom where people feel secure due to widespread law enforcement and high technology. In Dajabon, where men and women get killed every damn day by gangs, bandits and the like, Alejandro developed a sense for danger.
"Mama, it's me, sorry to call you so late but we have a situation," Alejandro said, as his mother Maria picked up the phone. The mature Haitian-born Dominican woman greeted her son and then listened attentively as he told her everything. Maria found Alejandro's tale amazing and hard to believe. She did not doubt him, however. The old woman knew the kind of son she raised. Alejandro was a man of action. He was also smart, capable and not foolish at all.
"Pitit mwen, mi hijo, I believe you, do what you got to do," Maria Bertrand-Gomes replied. Alejandro smiled and thanked his mama for her support. Every few weeks, Alejandro sent her a few dollars via Western Union to help out. Life isn't exactly easy for widowed Haitian women living in Dajabon, Dominican Republic. Growing up in Dajabon, Alejandro was too black for the Dominicans and not black enough for the Haitians due to his biracial heritage. Alejandro's father Francisco was a white Dominican. Facing such adversity made Alejandro tough, early on...
"Buenas noches, bonne nuit, maman," Alejandro said before he hung up. After talking to his mother Maria, Alejandro found himself unable to sleep. He watched TV. The news mentioned the shooting at the Palisades apartment complex but was vague on details. Alejandro shook his head. Just like in all those movies about zombies, and shows like Fear The Walking Dead, the police and government were always in denial about zombies until it was too late.
Alejandro vowed that the zombie apocalypse would not be the death of him. He had three thousand dollars in his Bank of America checking account. He had enough food in the fridge to last for two weeks. Harriet the dog had enough cans of dog food to last her a long while. Several bowls filled with tap water kept the little dog hydrated while Alejandro was at work or studying at Miami Dade College. Yeah, they would be okay for a while. Until the damn zombies were at their door...
The next day, Alejandro sent five hundred U.S. dollars to his mother and sister. After acknowledging that the money was received, he urged them to stack their isolated farm house in east Dajabon with food and weapons. Maria agreed, and promised to warn Estella as well. With his duty done, Alejandro got in his car and stopped by the gas station to buy additional gallons of gas. He also got plenty of water bottles, canned goods for himself, first aid supplies and pet food for Harriet the dog.
"There's an outbreak of animalistic violence across various Florida cities," said the pretty blonde reporter on TV. With Harriet the dog secured in the backseat, Alejandro hit the road. The young Afro-Dominican man had a baseball bat, three large knives, a sledgehammer and several heavy bricks as part of his arsenal. Let the rest of America and the world bury their heads in the sand. The zombie apocalypse has begun. Alejandro wasn't sure where he was going but he knew to stay away from population centers. Time to head for the Floridian wilderness. Sure, it's full of gators, giant snakes, mosquitoes and rednecks, but that's still better than facing a swarm of zombies.
"This is it, the zombie apocalypse," Alejandro said to Harriet the dog as they hit the road together. As Alejandro drove through the highway, he saw ordinary men and women going about their day. Let the world think of the zombie apocalypse as animalistic violence all it wants. Alejandro knows the truth. The Afro-Dominican brother is going to survive for as long as possible. Aside from taking care of himself and his dog Harriet, Alejandro didn't have much of a plan. Getting to the woods was just the beginning. It would be an okay plan until civilization fell to the zombies, then the fun would really begin. Alejandro didn't care if the world ended as long as he and his dog Harriet were safe and sound. Got to focus on what really matters...
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Dahlia was going to show them. She was going to show them all.
Tonight was the final straw. When Mom and Dad first 'suggested' she move in with her sister Ronnie to cut down on college expenses (given how much her parents were helping out with those expenses, Dahlia knew just what they really meant) Dahlia had some hope that things would go well. A little hope. A tiny bit of hope. A faint, flickering spark of hope that at the very least, they wouldn't fight the same way they did when they were teenagers stuck together in the same tiny little house.
Hope died about three hours after Dahlia finished moving her stuff into the second (smaller, but who cared?) bedroom, and the two of them settled into the living room together to watch a little TV. And Ronnie put on something called 'Grave Robbers from Outer Space'. Five minutes later, Dahlia retreated to her bedroom for the rest of the night and still slept with the lights on. The last thing she saw as she left the room was Ronnie's obnoxious little smirk of triumph, the same nasty little grin that she always had at home when she got rid of her bratty little sister. And this time, Dahlia couldn't just go tell her parents.
After a week or so, it became pretty clear that Ronnie had gotten entirely used to having her very own place after two years of college, and she had no intention of changing her habits just because Dahlia moved in. Every night, she put on some godawful ultra-gory super-violent nightmare fuel of a movie, from 'Possessor' to 'The Stench' to 'Attack of the Amazing Electrified Man' to 'Mosquito' to 'Slasher in the Rye', and every night Dahlia hid in her bedroom and blasted music through her headphones to get away from the horrifying sound of screaming. She never came out until Ronnie turned out the lights and went to bed-the thought of accidentally glimpsing some scene of eyeball-searing terror was just too much for her. And Ronnie knew it.
Being a prisoner in her own bedroom because of her inconsiderate bitch of a sister was bad enough. But tonight...Dahlia's cheeks burned at the memory. Ronnie had a few of her friends over, and Dahlia thought that maybe, just maybe she could outmaneuver her big sister this once. She pulled out her copy of 'The Avengers' and suggested they put it in...and Greg smirked at Ronnie and said, "I don't know, I was really more in the mood for something like 'Zombie Blood Nightmare'."
And Sierra said, "Oh, that one's so scary-it's my favorite, Greg!" But she was looking at Dahlia when she said it. And then she laughed, and Greg laughed, and Britney laughed, and Ronnie laughed most of all. The laughter followed Dahlia as she fled to the comfort of her bedroom, fleeing the spooky music and the sight of a decaying hand bursting up from the cemetery ground. She turned up her music, but somehow she couldn't make it loud enough to drown out the memory of that laughter.
That was six hours ago. Six hours of sulking and fuming and feeling trapped in her own room and trying very hard to ignore the wailing and screaming that her earbuds couldn't entirely shut out. Six hours of thinking about the intolerable situation her life had become, and six hours of wondering how she could possibly handle another two years of this. Now the lights in the living room were all out, the fun was apparently all over for the night...and Dahlia had made up her mind. She was going to show them. She was going to show them all.
Probably.
Dahlia slipped on a pair of pajamas and crept out of the bedroom, moving stealthily enough to at least possess plausible deniability in the event that Ronnie came out and asked what she was doing up at 1 AM on a Friday night. She turned on the living room light, half-worried that she was going to find Sierra or Britney or Greg sleeping on the couch, but it looked like everyone had gone home. She had the living room to herself. Dahlia looked over at the great big DVD cabinet on the wall, each shelf stacked full of all the movies that gave Dahlia nightmares when she was a kid. Ronnie's collection, her pride and joy. It had taken her years to put it together. This was honestly the first time Dahlia had even considered the thought that it wasn't done solely out of spite.
She grabbed 'Zombie Blood Nightmare' off the shelf and put it in. Before she could stop herself, Dahlia pressed 'Play'.
She turned the volume down a few notches-if Ronnie came in and asked, "What are you doing?", Dahlia at least wanted to be able to pretend that she had just gotten up for a little late-night viewing and that it was a total accident that she'd disturbed her big sister. Not that she was secretly hoping Ronnie would find her in here, conquering her fears with the movie that all her sister's asshole friends had chased her away with or anything. Nope. Just her, enjoying a few harmless scares in the middle of the night.
The titles came up, and Dahlia bit her lip until it went white.
But she didn't turn it off. She couldn't. She had to get over her aversion to horror movies, or Ronnie would just keep holding it over her head. Dahlia was determined to sit here, to watch every second of 'Zombie Blood Nightmare', and to keep glutting herself on terror until it didn't affect her anymore. She would beat Ronnie at her own game, become a scary movie aficionado, and the next time her sister put in 'Flesh Devourers' or 'Stab Queens of Dorm Thirteen', she'd just sit there and nonchalantly-
A zombie's hand burst up from the ground onscreen, clutching wildly around as if it knew living flesh was nearby. Dahlia grabbed a pillow to stifle her screams.
Within moments, the solitary zombie had become a horde. They stumbled their way through the graveyard, finding a funeral in progress and swarming onto the mourners. Dahlia watched in stark terror as the men and women in mourner's black panicked and scattered, desperately fleeing the walking dead, but the zombies dragged them all down. Dahlia bit her knuckle, trying not to feel nauseous at the gory special effects of tearing and rending and eating...
Without warning, the scene shifted to another group of people, this time in a hospital. The recently deceased sprang back up off of the operating table, overwhelming doctors and nurses who had nothing more than scalpels to defend themselves with. The newly-made zombies tore into their victims, who rose as zombies themselves and burst out of the operating rooms to assault the sick and the weak, few of whom could even rise to run when the undead descended on them. There were more scenes of ripping flesh, blood everywhere and bodies shredded apart...
And then the film jumped again, this time to a boarded-up house and a mob of zombies breaking their way into it to murder their inhabitants. Dahlia stared at the film with almost as much confusion as horror; the scenes didn't even look like they were shot using the same camera, let alone from the same script. This was the longest she'd ever made herself sit through one of these movies, so she didn't have a whole lot to go by, but...was this all there really was to a horror movie? Just a bunch of random clips of people getting killed in disgusting ways? She'd been watching for almost ten minutes now, and she hadn't even seen a whiff of a plot. Just gory stuff.
And then the scene shifted again, and Dahlia got really confused.
This time, there weren't even any people on the screen. No zombies, either. Not even an establishing shot. It was just a mass of swirling colors, rippling slowly along from left to right as they shifted slowly from red to purple. The spooky organ music vanished too, replaced by a droning, ambient throb that sounded like the love child of New Age and techno. It was almost soothing after all the creepiness Dahlia had just witnessed.
She stared intensely at the screen, trying to figure out how any of this fit in with the horror movie she was gritting her way through just a few moments ago. Any second, she expected the mellow and meditative images to cut back to unspeakable body horror, but the colors kept up their lazy dance across her eyes as Dahlia kept watching. The purple gave way to a gentle, navy blue, which gradually rippled into a soothing forest green. Dahlia very cautiously relaxed, still half-believing that this was some sort of trick to get her guard down for the next jump scare.
But it didn't happen. The music just kept softly cooing in her ears, the electronic instruments taking on a strangely human quality in the way that they soothed Dahlia into peaceful relaxation. It sounded sort of like a lullaby, the kind you sang when you didn't know any actual lullabies but you wanted to put someone to sleep. She couldn't make out any words or anything, but it sounded calming nonetheless. Dahlia leaned back in her seat, the adrenaline of terror giving way to quiet relief.
It felt almost like the fear Dahlia felt earlier made the relaxation more intense; as the green smoothly melted into a cheery yellow, all the tension she had been holding in unwound with a whoosh of breath and Dahlia's muscles went slack as she watched the colors and listened to the music. She laid her head on the couch cushions, staring through half-lidded eyes as the rippling colors took on more and more intricate patterns with every passing moment. She tried to follow them, but her gaze kept tripping over itself and losing track of the motions. Dahlia couldn't bring herself to care, though. Not when it felt so peaceful simply to keep tracing them again from the center of the screen outward and soak up the words as they flashed past her.
There were words in the patterns, Dahlia realized. Not that she knew what they were-the patterns always seemed to draw her gaze to another part of the screen, so she only noticed them out of the corner of her eyes as she stared at the pretty swirling lights. By the time she noticed them, made a conscious effort to read them, they had faded away again. And then she would see another one exactly where she had looked away from. It felt almost like a game. Dahlia wished more movies had relaxing games like this.
The more she let herself relax, the easier it became to find the words on the screen. The trick was not to think about where they were going to appear next. Thinking about it just made her guess wrong, and then she missed what the words were saying. Dahlia let her eyes go unfocused, let her mind become empty, and soon she found that she automatically stared exactly where the words popped up as soon as they appeared. It was so easy to simply allow herself to reflexively gaze at the words as they flowed out of the soothing colors and directly into her brain.
'Obey', the patterns said. Dahlia smiled. It sounded almost like the music was purring the word into her ear as she watched it, repeating the text on the screen in a low, soothing voice that went straight into her head. Before she could really think about what it all meant, the swirling colors drew her eyes automatically to another word, this one saying, 'Blank'. Dahlia sighed as the music droned right along with it, feeling her thoughts grow hazy with peace and pleasure. It was so easy to stare and listen and...and obey. Dahlia couldn't think where she'd picked up that idea-her mind felt too blank-but it was true. Stare and listen and obey.
"Mindless," the voice in the music said. Dahlia found that the less she thought, the clearer it became. The less she cluttered up her blank brain, the easier it was to watch and read and listen to the voice. And that felt so nice. Dahlia felt so relaxed, so peaceful, so...so... "Hypnotized," the voice supplied, and Dahlia nodded vacantly as she integrated its word seamlessly into her own stream of thoughtless thoughts. She was hypnotized. She didn't know why she hadn't realized before.
"Vacant," the voice purred, each word making perfect sense to Dahlia as she stared glassily at the screen and soaked up its programming. The new word was "Programmed," in fact, and Dahlia felt so proud of herself for accepting it so quickly. She loved to accept. She loved to be "Compliant," she was happy to be "Docile," she was thrilled to be "Aroused." Every word felt better and better, almost sensual in the way it insinuated itself into her loose, lazy mind and teased out all her other thoughts to make room. Dahlia let those other thoughts go. She didn't need them.
"Think less," the music told her, and Dahlia felt her eyes glazing over as she did as she was told. "Obey more," it continued, a warm and soothing command in a voice that she almost felt like she could recognize, if only her mind wasn't so foggy and vacant right now. "Feel sexier," it promised her, and Dahlia rolled her hips back and forth in a gentle rhythm that pushed her pajama bottoms a little bit further down with each lazy motion. She wanted to give in, to obey the voice and let it reward her with arousal. She wanted to go deeper into its hypnotic spell.
"You are deeply hypnotized," the voice said, gentle but inescapably firm in Dahlia's ears. It made the idea sound so impossibly sexy that Dahlia couldn't help sliding her hand down between her legs and teasing her labia, stroking her fingers up and down the slick and sensitive flesh as she stared mindlessly at the screen. It never even occurred to her to resist. The voice and the swirling lights had entranced her so subtly that she never even noticed the way her thoughts were being seduced into compliance. Dahlia loved that so much.
"You are a good girl, and good girls obey," the voice continued, each word feeling like it was rubbing her clit. Dahlia couldn't help herself, she let out a tiny squeal of delight as she plunged her fingers deep into her wet cunt and began to spike them in and out, over and over, moaning in masturbatory bliss as the colors and the voice smoothed her mind away with pleasure. The sound of her shriek sounded familiar, but Dahlia couldn't think of a reason why. Because Dahlia couldn't think.
"No need to think, just go deeper into compliance," the voice went on, drawing more and more ecstasy out of Dahlia as she lost herself in the swirling patterns and let them brainwash her. "You are brainwashed. You are helpless. You must obey your owner." Dahlia nodded, her breath quickening as the pace of her fingering increased. She almost felt like she could see her owner in the tracery of light, the image locking into her mind as she raced along the edge of her climax and sank deeper into mindless trance.
"You cannot resist," the voice said, but the words seemed to fall into a gap in Dahlia's mind. She no longer knew what resistance was. It existed only as an abstract concept, something she might hear about but couldn't possibly comprehend. Only obedience made sense to her now. She wanted to be a good girl for her owner. She wanted to be blank, and m-mindless, and f-fuck and c-c-c-cummm...Dahlia's brain skipped like a scratched record as her fingers teased her closer and closer to release.
"Obey and cum," the voice said, and Dahlia let out an explosive grunt as her pussy clenched around her fingers and her eyes rolled back into her head with ecstasy. She lost herself in the euphoric bliss of orgasm, masturbating so mindlessly that she no longer even had awareness of her very self. Everything was a warm, white blur in her head, a continuous burst of pleasure that wiped away all her thoughts, her sense of time and place and even of Dahlia, as she came and came and came. She only regained even a fragmented consciousness when the voice commanded her to.
Dahlia opened eyes she hadn't realized she had closed to see the colors, once again swirling in front of her gaze. She almost fell right back into their captivating dance, but a blur of motion out of the corner of her eye interrupted the spell long enough to allow her to look over and see what else was going on in the room. The shock of what she saw almost snapped her out of trance completely.
"Greg!" she yelped, ineffectively tugging on her pajamas to try to at least cover a little of her exposed pussy. He was standing there, watching her, his eyes wide and hungry with excitement. She realized that she had no idea how long he'd been drinking in the sight of her lewd display. She realized she'd been putting on a lewd display to begin with. Dahlia's brain lurched into gear as she tried to piece together the events of the last...ninety minutes? Had it passed that quickly? "I, um, I-"
He broke into her scattered train of thought as easily as passing his hand through a cobweb. "It's okay," he said in a low, familiar voice. "You were just being a good girl."
"A...good girl..." Dahlia murmured, her eyes becoming glassy and unfocused once again. This time, though, it was Greg she was staring at. His face seemed so strangely familiar, like she'd been looking at it for ages. Like it was always there in the back of her head, even when she forgot to think about it. Because good girls remembered to forget sometimes. And forgot to remember. A slow, dreamy smile spread across Dahlia's face once more as her fingers began to tease her wet pussy all over again.
"That's my good girl," Greg said softly, letting his pants drop to the floor. He was so hard. Dahlia found herself salivating uncontrollably. "I wasn't really planning on taking on another good girl, but you look so pretty like this that I really can't say no."
Dahlia whimpered in pleasure at the praise, spreading her legs unthinkingly as Greg crossed the room and pulled her pajamas all the way down. "And neither can you," he said, climbing onto her lap and sinking his cock all the way into her slick, dripping cunt. "Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Master," Dahlia whispered, grinding onto him as her eyes slipped shut again. She couldn't think of anything else to say, but somehow that didn't seemed to matter. She didn't need to find words. She didn't even need to find thoughts. Dahlia was perfectly obedient now...and she was going to show him that.
Once and for all.
THE END
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<em>Author's note: This is an entry in the Halloween 2019 story contest. Please vote!</em>
<em>All characters are over 18-years-old.</em>
I can't believe I let my sister talk me into this. I hated performing for people and normally wouldn't be caught dead in a costume. But she'd insisted that I participate in the haunted hayride. It was "for charity," she said. She said it would be "fun". Yeah. Right.
I looked at myself up and down in the full-length mirror in the dressing room set up in the Miller's red barn and let out a heavy sigh. I was wearing a sexy wedding dress, artfully torn and covered with fake blood. The sweetheart neckline barely covered my breasts, I could hardly breathe because of the corset. The skirt was ripped to shreds and reached only to mid-thigh, doing little to cover my white satin panties . My auburn hair was teased into a wild bird's nest so that it stuck up all over my head. I had a huge (fake) gash across my forehead, dripping with (fake) blood. My face was made-up a ghostly white and my eye sockets were darkened with so much black grease paint that my blue eyes looked like two pieces of ice.
"You look gooood!" my sister squealed from behind me, looking over my shoulder and giving me an appraising look.
"I look scary. I hate that people are going to be watching me."
"I know. I know. But you look awesome. So sexy! You'll be drawing in all sorts of donations for us! I owe you big time."
"Yes. You do."
"You know I wouldn't have asked if I had any options.
"And it's for a good cause."
I just shrugged, which caused my nipples to come dangerously close to being exposed, which caused me to hiss in dismay and my sister to laugh hysterically.
"I really, really, REALLY hope I don't give anyone a peep show in this dress!"
"Don't worry about it. We don't allow photography on the hayride, so even if you have a nip-slip it won't be recorded for posterity. But make sure it doesn't happen in front of any small fry. Wait to tease the college students!"
"Way to <em>not </em>make me feel better about this, sis," I said, in no mood for her silver lining.
"Listen, just remember that we are raising money to help the Firefighters get that new truck."
I sighed again and shook my head, my face softening.
"I know. I know. We all need to do our part to raise money for them...
"But you HAVE TO promise that I will not see Tate while I'm here."
"Do you have shoes? I didn't bring shoes," my sister said, suddenly.
"No, I do NOT have shoes. Are you fucking kidding me, Amy? I don't have shoes to wear with a wedding dress!"
"Maybe zombie brides don't wear shoes..."
"Great. I'll just wear my tennis shoes, in that case."
"No one is going to look at your feet when they can look at your boobs, Tia."
"Christ, Amy!"
My sister just doubled over laughing at that. Ah, well.
"Your ride out to your spot will be here any second. Grab a couple bottles of water and get out there to meet them."
***
I hopped out of the old clunker pick-up that had been my ride out to the 'Zombie Bride' vignette and picked my way over to my spot. The scene set next to the path of the Haunted Hayride had a truck wrapped around a tree, set up with a machine so that smoke rolled in giant plumes out from under the crumpled hood. There was a truck's bench seat, complete with seat belts, artfully arranged to look like it had been catapulted from the truck, but it was really just a place for me and my groom (whoever that was) to sit while we waited for the next wagon-load of guests.
I knew that we were at the point farthest from the entrance to the Haunted Forest. I'd passed life-size dioramas of vampires and werewolves, masked killers, and a mad scientist on my ride to my spot. I knew there were two Headless Horsemen on the loose in the forest, ready to ride up and scare people as they rode carts full of hay bales. From my position I could see the flood-lights that illuminated the corn maze that was the last obstacle for people before they could get to the tents set up selling warm apple cider. Being here, a part of this, should have been fun.
I was still incredibly annoyed at my sister. Amy knew that I was in a deep funk since I'd come home from college for fall break. And yet she'd still asked me to step in when the original Zombie Bride had torn her ACL falling off a scooter downtown. She also was well aware of the fact that I was trying desperately to avoid my ex-boyfriend, Tate Miller, and that considering the Haunted Forest took place on his family's farm and all his brothers were costumed spooks in it, not running into Tate was going to be a huge challenge. But Amy knew I wouldn't be able to say no. Not in good conscience anyway.
I was still poking around at the 'set', getting familiar with it when I heard hoofbeats behind me and turned around to see the Headless Horseman.
"Hey, Tia," came a muffled voice I recognized as one of Tate's twin brothers. The voice came from somewhere inside the chest of the horseman, under a billowing red shirt and black cape. The figure held a jack o'lantern under one arm, a sword in the other. "Amy asked me to tell you that Ta... your groom is on his way. She forgot to give you the two-way radio and is sending it with him. Cell coverage is... sporadic out here, to say the least."
"Thanks, Trevor..."
"It's actually Trent...."
"Of course it is. You know I've never been able to tell you two apart. Certainly not from your voice."
"I'm the one with the mole on my dick..." Trent Miller said as his hands went to his belt and started to unfasten it.
"Trent! Stahp!" I said, laughing while I covered my eyes.
"Your loss, babe," he said, joining my laughter.
"Go scare people. Just not me. With your mole!"
I smiled as I heard his muffled laugh as he rode away.
***
It was full dark by the time the same dilapidated pick-up that had dropped me off stopped again. A man with broad shoulders in a torn and bloodied tuxedo jumped out the back and strode towards me, his long legs eating up the short distance. I saw the huge grin on his ghostly white face and just... reacted. My hand went up and I slapped him so hard on his cheek that his head whipped to the side and his brown hair flopped back from his forehead. His eyes widened, but the grin barely slipped.
"I...uh...I probably deserved that," Tate Miller said to me, his left hand went to his face and rubbed. I wondered if he had a hand print blooming under his white grease paint. And then I burst into tears.
"Jesus, Tia," Tate said, rotating his jaw a bit. "Don't cry. Why are you crying? <em>You </em>hit <em>me</em>."
"I've never...," I gasped. "I've never hit <em>anybody </em>before."
"First time for everything," Tate said, then grinned even bigger, if that were even possible. "I like being your first. You'll never forget me."
"Damnit, TATE!"
Before I even knew what was happening, he had me wrapped up in his arms and his lips came down on mine. I stiffened up at first and tried to push him away, but not for long. Soon I was melting into his arms and kissing him back, just like I always did. Just like I did the first time he kissed me on the very back seat of the school bus on our way home from school when we were both 15-years-old. Just like I did when he took my virginity after our senior prom. I could feel a spike of arousal between my legs and moaned into his mouth.
I heard the squawk of the two-way radio and my sister's voice letting us know our first audience of the night was on its way at the same moment as Tate released me. I was relieved that I didn't crumple to the ground right there at his feet.
"You know the drill, right?" Tate asked me as he went over to a some bluetooth speakers and queued up some music and then turned on the strobe lights.
"First few hayrides are kids, so we aren't to be too scary," I answered. "Later in the night, it's college kids, so we should do our best to scare the shit out of them. But we aren't allowed to touch anyone."
"Well, yeah. That's the way it works for people in the other dioramas, but we're the Zombie Bride and Groom. We don't really try to scare anyone. We dance for the kiddos and then make out for the college kids."
"What?!?!?"
Before he could answer... even if he wanted to answer, and I wasn't sure that he did... the first cart of kids arrived and the Doors' 'People Are Strange' came streaming out of the speakers and Tate pulled me up and we started dancing, much to the delight of the kids watching us. My anger and confusion at my situation momentarily evaporated and I laughed with joy while Tate and I swung our bodies around and gyrated against each other.
I was barely able to catch my breath between songs as Tate and I danced and danced. We laughed through 'Thriller' and had the kids singing along to 'Ghostbusters'. We nearly fell over ourselves we were laughing so hard as we danced 'The Time Warp'. I didn't have time to think about Tate and our... history. Santana's 'Black Magic Woman' came streaming through the bluetooth speakers and Tate pulled me towards him and we started a sexy salsa dance.
"I knew those dance classes we did before Amy's wedding would come in handy," Tate told me as we danced and I giggled, breathless.
I heard the two way-radio crackle and a voice telling us to take a break. Tate went over and shut off the strobe lights and turned on the black lights, causing his tuxedo shirt and my wedding dress to glow almost painfully in the otherwise dark scene. He then all but collapsed onto the truck seat, pulling me down with him and onto his lap. He pulled me close and kissed me deep and it was like all my anger at him was far away. My hand was in his hair, my other hand on his shoulder, holding him against me. His hands roved my body, trying to tug down the bodice of my dress to get at my tight nipples. I groaned into his mouth at his touch.
"Fuck, Tia. I missed you," he murmured.
"It's your own damn fault, Tate..." I growled back before kissing him hard and biting his lower lip until he moaned, too.
"I know. I was a complete asshole," he said, pulling back from me and meeting my eyes.
"Yes, you were. Dylan is a friend. That's it. He's going through a rough break-up. He needed a hug. We aren't fucking. I would never cheat on you!"
"I am sorry I was a jealous asshole."
"Don't you trust me?"
"I don't trust him!"
"It doesn't matter whether you trust him or not. Do you trust ME?"
He looked at me, his hazel eyes serious for once. "Of course I trust you. You're my girl."
I tilted my head and really looked at him. I heard the radio and Amy telling us our break was over but it didn't really register in my brain.
"If I'm your girl, you need to trust that you're my man and I would never betray you," I said. "No matter how much some other guy might want it."
"I know. I'll try not to be a jealous fucker again. I promise."
"And I'll try not to slap you when you forget that promise."
He laughed and kissed me again. The music kicked back in with "I Put a Spell on You" but I barely noticed while our mouths covered each other's and our tongues slid against each other. His left hand was in my hair, cradling my head as we kissed. He trailed the fingers of his right hand from my cheek, down my neck and across my chest until he was able to dip his fingers into my bodice and reveal my breasts.
I moaned as he slid his fingers gently across first one nipple and then the other. I let my head fall back as his mouth followed the trail of his fingers as he left kisses along my neck and chest and then fastened onto my nipple, sucking me into his mouth, causing me to whimper out my need.
"Yes! Oh Tate, yes!" I encouraged him as he worshiped my breasts, sucking, licking and biting my tender flesh.
"Fuck, Tia," Tate grumbled as I writhed on his lap, his erection hard against my hip. His hand slid down the skirt of my dress until he found the hem and was able to delve underneath it, never taking his lips off of my breasts. His fingers skimmed up my inner thigh until he brushed his fingertips against the satin of my panties causing my breath to hitch in my throat. He pushed the thin fabric aside and dipped his fingers in my arousal.
My eyes snapped open at his intimate touch and I was immediately aware of the cart full of horny college kids watching us as Tate sucked hard on my nipple and stroked his fingers along my slit.
"Jesus, Tate!" I hissed. I tried to push him away and cover myself, but he was holding me too tightly.
"Already so wet for me," he growled, ignoring out audience as he buried a finger deep inside of me. "So damn tight..."
"They're watching..." I gasped out, even as he stroked my clit with his thumb and pumped his finger in and out of me.
"Let 'em." With that, he slid me off of his lap and onto the bench then knelt on the ground between my knees. He pulled my panties down my legs and off, tossing them aside. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders, flipped up the skirt of my dress,and kissed his way from my kissed his way from my knee up my quivering pussy. I must admit that the thought of being watched as Tate went down on me made my body pulse with desire.
"Oh, God, Tate!" I let out a breathy moan when his lips touched my clit and he sucked me into his mouth. He worked me with his tongue and lips and hands, causing me to pant with need. I could feel my pleasure building in my belly hot and faster than it ever had, my awareness of the people watching us causing my arousal to spike.
"Oh God, oh God, OH GOD!" I chanted and then screamed out my release as I came on Tate's face and fingers.
Tate climbed back up my body and then flipped us both over so that he was sitting on the bench and I was straddling him.
"I need your cock, Tate," I breathed. I gazed into his face and saw his pupils were blown with his arousal, ony a pale golden halo of iris visible. My hands went to his belt and unfastened it; he kissed me and I could taste myself on his mouth. I worked his button and his zipper and snaked my hand into his pants to free his hard rod. "I need you to fuck me," I said, licking my lips.
He slid down in the seat and I positioned myself over him. I sank down onto his erection and we both groaned and then grunted when he completely filled me.
"Fuck, baby. I missed this pussy," Tate said before snapping his hips up, sending a jolt of electric desire through my body. He pulled my dress up onto my back and spread me with his big hands on my hips. I was hyper-aware that he was giving our audience an unobstructed view of his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy as we fucked each other slow and deep. I rolled my hips, grinding my clit against him as he thrust in and out of me. I leaned forward so he could use his mouth on my nipples as our bodies crashed together. I slid my hands up under his shirt, tugging the short hair on his chest and tweaking his nipples like I'd touch my own.
"I'm gonna come," I moaned. "I'm gonna come again!"
"That's right, baby," Tate growled. "Come on my cock!"
I arched my back and let out a keening wail as I felt my body clench around his cock. I twitched as my orgasm swept over me and I felt Tate drive himself hard into my before he shuddered through his own release. I collapsed onto him and we clutched each other in a tight embrace as we finally stopped shaking.
"Damn, that was hot," Tate whispered against my hair. I could do nothing but breathe in his scent and snuggle against his chest where I'd fallen against him. I kissed him softly under his ear and sighed. His hands found my dress and pulled it down to cover my bare ass and I couldn't help but laugh as the carts full of college kids pulled away. All I could see were couples paired off and making out on the bales of hay.
I pulled off of Tate's softening cock and let out a sigh while my heart rate slowed to normal. He tucked himself back into his clothes and fastened his belt, giving me a delighted grin.
"I'm pretty sure that those college kids got more of a show than Amy intended," I said to Tate as I tried to tuck my boobs back into the bodice of my dress.
"For sure. But I expect this to be a banner night for donations to the firefighters."
I laughed at that and then groaned and covered my face, suddenly nervous about who had seen us fucking.
"Uh, Tia?" I heard the two-way radio crackle and then my sister's voice. "Talk to me, sis. I'm hearing... things... up here... about the show...?"
"I am never going to be able to show my face in this town again!" I said, turning to Tate. "Your mother is going to find out I let you fuck me in front of who knows who."
"Don't worry, babe. We'll spin it somehow," he said, making a vague gesture with his hands. "I'm just glad to have you back as my girl."
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My name is Germain Simmons, and I am a zombie. You’d never know, though; my hair never dried up or fell out, and has still maintained its luster and curls the shade of coal despite my death. My skin hasn’t fallen away or rotted either, though I am a few shades lighter than the sun-kissed bronze I once was, I am now the color of cream, though not ashen. My biggest fear at becoming a zombie was losing my eyes. Madam Zumir had warned me that thirty percent of zombified mortals grow milky cataracts that cover their eyes, but mine have held their cobalt hue, and I have not lost any vision. I am new recruit to my mistress’s menagerie of undead whores, but my life as the living had been predestined for years.
I had been given to Madam Zumir at the age of fourteen because my mother could not pay a debt to the Madam. Something about a beauty ritual, and a youth sacrament that my mother took, without being able to pay, and I was the repossessed prize. I was basically an annexed granddaughter to the Madam, she treated me well, fed me, and sent me to school, after a short while I barely missed living with my mother. On my eighteenth birthday, just so I was legal, I was created anew as a zombie, and my grandmotherly Madam Zumir became my employer as I joined the ranks of her other “brides of death,” my colleagues, among the zombie-prostitute brothel that she ran thirty miles south of town.
Do you wonder what it was like, becoming a zombie? Especially one as well kept and able minded as myself? It takes a master of necromancy and a mistress of voodoo in one vessel. Madam Zumir, grandmotherly as she may look, was brought up with the religion of vodoun and was instructed as a young adult in the mathematical magic of necromancy. Needless to say, as a voodoo priestess, she knew what she was doing, and was feared as much as she was admired, you didn’t fuck with the Madam. So on my eighteenth birthday she bid me to dress in a gown she pulled from a dark oak chest from her living room. It wasn’t really in style, a deep crimson, but it fit like it was tailored to my lithe form.
“The dress has power,” the Madam explained to me as I dressed. “It will ensure your beauty and the strength of your flesh so that you will not rot once you lay within the grave.” She pulled a seemingly ancient cameo choker from a polished wooden box. The cameo looked like ivory, or bone and had my likeness carved upon it, or at least it looked like me, like any girl with longish curly hair. It hung upon a black velvet cord and Madam Zumir tied it tight around my neck, to bind me to herself, she said.
Once I was dressed Zumir ordered me to lie in a coffin. Seriously, she had this coffin set up on cinderblock and she ordered me to lie inside. Not one to balk at directions I laid myself down, and folded my hands over my chest, my skin had contacted gooseflesh, and my nipples had tightened and perked from being placed in a casket. There was a mix of fear and thrill that aroused me slightly as I lay there pressed against the stiff satin of the coffin and watched as Madam Zumir lit candles around the room, murmuring in a whispers words that were not English. As she spoke the flames on the candles seemed to flare up and throw the room into almost day-bright color. Her skin, which before was merely a dull matte brown was highlighted by the candle light and showed patched of gold and of molasses, her eyes were bright with power, and for a moment I was afraid.
“You will be fine, my dear.” Madam Zumir said, sensing my duress. “You may close your eyes if you wish.” And I did. I could still see the brightness of the candles from behind my eyelids, and could hear the Madam bustling about, but for as far as I was concerned; I was just lying in bed. The heat of the dozens of candles seemed to be heating the room; my skin was feeling warm, nearly feverish, I was afraid I would perspire in the antique dress. The warmth spread through me, but gathered in my erogenous zones, my breasts felt hot against the cool dress, and the heat between my legs made me worry about staining the dress with liquids other than sweat. The smell of rosemary filled my nostrils, and I opened my eyes to see the Madam sprinkling the herb over my body. I watched her pick up three smooth stones, and weigh them in her hand before adding a fourth, and larger stone.
“Open your mouth.” She ordered, and when I opened my mouth she placed the stones inside so that they bulged out my cheeks. I figured I looked like a squirrel with too many acorns stuffed in my mouth. Madam Zurin then took a pinch of beige powder and mixed it with another powder that was a brackish brown; I think it was dried blood. She held the palm’s worth of the powder clasped over my nose, to my credit I did try to fight her. I twisted in the coffin, and tried to expel the stones from my mouth in order to pull in non-polluted air, but her powder-filled hand was clamped over my face, and I was unable to breathe, save through my nostrils.
I tried to hold my breath, but my body betrayed me, and I inhaled the powder that Madam Zurin held for me.
The concoction had no taste, which surprised me, but it was strong, and made my eyes tear up. I had never done cocaine, but I figured the burning and tingling that suffused my nostrils and spread throughout my face and neck was akin to the sensation. It took a few moments for me to realize why my eyes were tearing up, because I could not blink; I had lost control over my body, and could not move my neck or face. The tingling was settling into a numb feeling, and I could feel it spreading over the rest of my body like an icy wave, and soon I could not move any part of my body, and even my chest stopped moving, stopped puling in oxygen. Panic filled me as I fought to breathe, my head raced and psychosomatically I felt I was choking, which was silly, since I didn’t have the control over my body in able to choke.
“Very good, Germain. Good girl. Now, the worst part is coming up. Right now you are only paralyzed, you must spend time with the dead in order to attain your full capacity.” Madam Zumir said as she packed the coffin, my coffin with salt and the leaves of herbs that I could still smell. She pricked the skin of my arm with a long needle, and I tried to flinch, only that I could not move, only feel the silver prick of sensation. I could feel a drop of blood form on my arm and spill down the side of my arm towards the inside of my elbow, the blood made me itch. The Madam caught up a bit of my blood with a white rag and put the whole cloth into a jar that she set on a shelve next to other nondescript jars. I felt as if I was only one of many touched, pulled, and paralyzed by the Madam’s power. If I could have moved, I would have shook with fear, or perhaps I wouldn’t have since my emotions were slowing falling into a blend of mild curiosity and apathy. And then the Madam closed the casket over me, shutting out light, shutting out day, shutting out my life as a mortal.
In the days that passed, I grew bored. I could sometimes hear, through the thickly insulated casket, strange sounds outside of my coffin, outside of myself. I could feel my casket being moved, could feel it being lowered, and I assumed I was in the ground because of how much colder the air around me grew. I could hear the sound of dirt falling against my narrow wooden home, and I knew, without much worry due to my apathy, that I was being buried alive, or as alive as I still remained. It was at this time in my existence that I became, for a short while, a philosopher. There was nothing so determining as time in my undead lifestyle, I did not need to sleep, or eat, or breathe, I did not have a pulse to count, or heartbeats to measure the time I spent submerged in the soil. So I seemed to float on timelessness as time was only relative to the living, I only had time to think. I was detached from myself, felt no pain, no aches, and no desire to be anywhere but where I was. My body was cold, I could feel, but it didn’t matter, and when, an indescribable amount of time later I was pulled from the earth that no longer mattered either.
When I was taken from the earth is was not Madam Zumir that I saw above me. Large, rough hands that chaffed my skin hoisted me up; out of my entombment. There was no moon as I was raised from the grave, pun intended, but it was bright. The cloudy sky reflected what illumination there happened to be from street lamps and car lights. In this gloomy, glazed light I caught sight of my hero/grave robber: dark skinned, and more broad than tall, his face was thick, his lip generous. His build wasn’t fat, just big, like that of a bouncer, or if he was fat, it was the hard fat that could take a punch with little damage. A muscular fat. He wore a black cap over his hair, and faded black jeans, nondescript clothing.
“I’m here to take you home, Miss Germain,” he told me, in a bourbon voice, deep and low, rounded out with a husky growl. “Your old lady sent me, you can be callin’ me Nathaniel.” I obviously could do nothing, couldn’t move or even acknowledge that I was still alive, and I felt assured that ol’ Nathaniel knew as much, since he spoke to me as if I were able to hold a conversation. Only madmen chatted with corpses, so he must have been an employee of the Madam; I had been summoned from my grave.
I was neither thrilled nor afraid to be returned to Madam Zumir, I felt very little except my deadness. There was no surprise, or dread when instead of directly returning me to my mistress Nathaniel dropped my body on a patch of grass on the bank of my grave, a gaping maw marring the landscape. “You is mighty fine to my eyes, Miss Germain, you’ll be a fine tool for Madam Z. The good thing, I figure, is that she don’t care too much if I use her corpse as a tool before returnin’ her.” I did the only thing I could do; I lay perfectly silent and still. A part of me, a tiny part, seemed to wish that I would want to rebel, at least in my very silent mind, against this rape, this necrophilia.
My brain felt as uncaring and cold as my body while I watched Nathaniel’s dark, greasy eyes scan my body in the fitted burial dress. He pulled an old pocketknife from his jeans pocket and flicked the blade. It was a bit rusty near the edge, but glinted dully in the low light, he knelt next to me, on the far side of my grave and stared at my face as he put the knife to the hem of my dress.
“You won’t be mindin’ this at all, Miss Germain. None of Madam Z’s girls ever do. You is just a tool to be used, is all. You understand I’m sure.” And with that he shredded, none to gracefully, my burial dress. From the corner of my eye I could see vermilion tatters dressing the soil-strewn grass, a remnant of my humanity. I was naked before my loving rapist, my adoring and perverted paramour, a lover of things deceased. And yet, I wasn’t dead, because I felt his hands upon my ashen body; I was aware of the warm, slightly sweaty touch of his palms cupping my breasts, and his teeth pulling my nipples out, and away from my body. I did not move. I couldn’t. He clutched my body; so cold in comparison with his heated one, his shirt felt like flannel, a rough, but warm material, and his breath burst like steam against my neck as he nuzzled me.
Just because I am a zombie, doesn’t mean I cannot feel pleasure, I soon learned. The friction of his unshaven face rubbing against my neck as he kissed me, nearly reverently, gave me a strange sense of elation. If I were alive, I would have physically reacted to the pressure of his lips on my jaw, his tongue parting my cold lips, and his searing hot kisses. But I was only a mind, and the pleasure, was only in my brain. So peculiar, I thought, that the touch, the phantom arousal that I felt bled away the cold and lifeless apathy that I had insurgent within me. Silently, I began to urge my captor to fuck me. Wordlessly I cheered the removal of his trousers, and if I could have spoken I would have applauded the healthy girth and optimistic length of my first post-life lay. It was a fine cock, as good as any I had had while alive, and with my death I wasn’t nearly as picky. I would never have dated one of Madam Zumir’s toadies while I was living, but I didn’t mind him fucking me while I was dead. I considered him a tool as strongly as he thought me one, I got the man off, and he broke up the monotony of being dead. Besides, I couldn’t have stopped him even if it did bug me.
He gave his manhood a few priming strokes, it was two meaty fists high, and even Nathaniel’s substantial grip did not fully encase the cock. An opalescent bead fattened on top of the turgid member, but I worried about lubrication; physically a dead body couldn’t produce lubricant; this could become a rape in truth. But thoughtful ol’ Nathaniel was kind enough to spit a large wad of saliva onto his hand and smear it as lubricant on his cock, crude, but effective. He readied his slicked up dick to penetrate into my slit, positioning a hand behind my back to support me, and another hand on my tit, his breathing was excited and peppered with animated murmurs. His first push inside me was pain. Spit was not the best lube, and being dead, I found, leaves you exceptionally dry. The second thrust drove his entire length into my pussy, and if I could have made any sound, I would have howled. It burned me bitterly, and it wasn’t just the dryness. I felt like I was literally burning, the skin of his cock was scorching in comparison with my ground-chilled corpse.
Nathaniel rested for a moment inside of me, driven to the hilt; he gave me time to get accustomed to his heat. It seemed that ol’ Nathaniel was a pro at the grave-robbing-corpse-stuffing game, it figured. His body was pressed so close to mine that I could smell his stale sweat, and cigarette smoke on his flannel, but the feelings that stabbed into my head kept me from being disgusted. Sex was suddenly a mind-altering drug to me in my deadened state. My body could feel, but could not react, had no outlet except for my brain, and so my head was overloaded with sensation, nearly mad with pleasure.
Nathaniel withdrew his cock with a grunt before shoving it all the way into my sex again, and began to rhythmically pump himself into my body. We made eye contact only once: my head was tilted back as he cupped my ass to impale me on his cock, and a curly tendril of my hair fell over my eyes. He brushed the hair away, almost tenderly, and grinned at me before looking back to his work.
I reached orgasm only a minute before Nathaniel kindly filled my pussy with boiling come. To say that ‘I reached orgasm’ is like saying falling face first off out of a plane is reaching the ground; my orgasm tore into my brain like a raccoon through a wood chipper. As inhumane as the comparison is, I find it apt. My body did not orgasm, my mind did, all the shudders, all the moaning, all the tingling and exploding was quarantined to my brain. My thought process couldn’t even track what had occurred to me, nor even if Nathaniel had pulled out, near the end I think I fainted. Funny, I didn’t think zombies could swoon.
Part II
When I came to I was on Madam Zumir’s kitchen table, a pale yellow Formica affair. I knew I came to, because my eyes opened. All by themselves it seemed, and it was incredibly odd. Even stranger my body budged when I attempted to raise myself to my feet. Oh, I didn’t get anywhere; I just kinda wobbled and floundered salmon-like on the table. I was naked, so I did not make the clichéd mistake of naively believing I had dreamed the entire event of my zombification and sexual education with Nathaniel. Just thinking about the sexual tryst made my body shiver, and my nipples tighten perceptibly.
“Ah, then you’d be waking up then, aren’t you?” Madam Zumir asked as she stepped through the kitchen door. She flicked the overhead light, blinding me before I could reflexively shut my eyes. I struggled to roll over, away from the light, but I felt weaker, more unable to move myself. The light switched off. “Just checking, Germain. Your light response is normal, bright lights have a draining effect on zombies, sunlight is the worst, the most debilitating,” The Madam informed while she checked my nonexistent pulse and raised me to a sitting position. I had the strange feeling of being in a doctor’s office for a check-up.
“Is it through? Am I… dead?” I asked, croaking with my unused vocal chords.
“The transformation is complete, and you look perfect, my best yet. Little Germain, you are a masterpiece. And you. Shall. Live. Forever!” The Madam’s pride and prominence made me a little leery, even in the state I had taken, I gestured for a mirror to see what monstrosity I had become. I took the silver-backed hand mirror that Madam Zumir proffered, bracing myself to see my terrible state, and I was astounded: I looked like me. Actually, I was me. I was a bit dirty, and paler, but not deformed, or decayed like I had feared. So, here I was, my soul bound to The Madam, and undead to boot. “You shall draw in many customers, dear, beautiful Germain. Once we get your legs back, that is.” She said emphatically. “I figure we’ll have you ready in a day or so. Are you hungry yet?”
Come to think of it, I was. But it was a sort of hunger I never felt before. In my human life I felt hunger in my stomach as my tummy would gurgle, or rumble, and I would physically hunger; my hunger now was a thought in my brain, a small idea gnawing at my consciousness. I nodded.
“We’ll get you some food, Germain. You must remember always to eat when you can. That way the hunger can be controlled. Wait too long…and you will become a ravenous creature beyond reason.” Madam Zumir waltzed herself over to a large avocado-green refrigerator and pulled out a pound of raw, ground beef. She removed the plastic wrapping from the meat and removed the Styrofoam backing, and pressed the red, slimy meat into my hands.
“Ugh!” I shouted, my voice still hoarse. I set the cold wad of beef on the sunny yellow table next to me and looked around for something to wipe my greasy hands on. “It’s raw! I can’t eat it raw!” I choked out over my disgust.
“You can and will, darlin’. Sooner or later, when your hunger takes control over your revulsion. Zombies like you need a complete balanced breakfast of raw meat. Either you eat this beef, or when the hunger takes over your brain, you could feast on the mailman, an innocent, or God forbid: a customer. Eat now.” She broke off a small chunk of the raw meat and waved it under my nose, and I could feel my mouth water. The idea of hunger in my brain became more insistent, almost demanding; the thought of eating raw meat became less disgusting. I snapped at the piece of meat, and nearly gobbled a bit of The Madam’s finger. That thought didn’t even gross me out. I felt like a finger wouldn’t be too bad at all.
“Now don’t you even think about it, Germain. I am not that kind of voodoo practitioner. You will not be eating anyone if I can help it.” Her voice was stern, and she pointed to the hunk of beef on the table. I hesitatingly lifted the meat up, leaving a greasy splotch on the Formica and tentatively ate at the beef. Eating the raw meat slowly was a bad idea; I could feel the slimy texture slide down my throat, ever so gradually…If I wasn’t so sated by the retreating hunger pangs, I would have thrown up the cold, slippery meat. But before I knew it I had devoured the entire pound.
On the bright side, I felt stronger. I no longer had to fight to remain sitting up, I stretched a little, feeling a healthy ache from my body; coffins tend to be cramped, even if you can’t move. “Should I try to walk, Madam?” I asked, my voice gaining in strength. She nodded, smiling at her creation, proud of her power. I willed my limbs to move and I hung my legs off the side of the table, toes dangling four inches from the swept hardwood floor. I nudged myself off the edge and there was a great pain in my feet and calves when I touched down onto the floor. Severe pins and needles, like my legs weren’t just asleep, but like they were in a coma, I stumbled, and leaned my hands against the stove, willing the pain to recede. The Madam just calmly watched with arms crossed and bird-like eyes peering seemingly into my soul, if I still had one. I felt like she was gauging my worth, measuring my value to her…my employer was terribly shrewd.
I spent the night teaching myself to walk again, and I marveled at my body’s responses. I hesitated to ask The Madam how long I had been in the ground, but I realized I didn’t really want to know; none of that mattered except my new life. Once I regained the control over my limbs I didn’t sleep, since my need for it was gone, but rested on The Madam’s old plaid couch, watching late-night television and infomercials. I was surprised at how keenly I could still think and feel, but alarmed to feel that old apathy leaking back into me. I had assumed it was a part of being buried in the cold ground, but now I realized it was a part of my newly found zombiehood.
The next morning a car with a driver came for me at nine. Madam Zumir dressed me in an old robe with pink flowers and led me to the backseat of the car, settling herself promptly at my side. The car started and we began the drive to The Madam’s bordello, the both of us were silent for a long time. The driver took winding, dusty roads and we didn’t see a single other car besides our own. I could feel her eyes on me before she spoke.
“You are feeling the despondency, no?” she asked me kindly. I turned away from the view I was gazing at morosely through the car window and nodded, wondering how she knew. “Regretfully, that is a side effect of the zombification process; the loss of the soul removes emotions and feelings from the brain, causing the detachment. You will find, if you have not already, that sex temporarily restores and strengthens your feelings, that is why your occupation shall suit you perfectly.” My life, as a prostitute, I wondered absently what my mother would say.
Ten minutes longer, and we pulled through a large driveway, hidden by foliage. Through the trees a large, white house majestically emerged. It was three stories, with gabled roofs over the windows and scalloped siding, an old house from the turn of the century, but well kept with neatly painted trim. At least, I thought to myself, I’d be working in a pretty house. The Madam opened my car door and drew me out. She placed her hands on my shoulders, as if to get a better view of me. I was surprised to see tears in her eyes.
“You are so beautiful, my Germain. You are lovely, I am so proud of you, you will outshine every other girl in the house, I know you will. Because you are mine.” And with that said she kissed both my cheeks and left me on the doorstep, rapping on the large oak door before heading back to her car. My apathy receded enough for me to feel lonely, in front of the big white house, waiting for someone to open the door, and to let me inside.
Part III
It was a few moments before I heard stirring from within as someone came to usher me into the house. The heavy door was thrown open and in it’s wake stood a small man. Perhaps small isn’t the correct word, but he was perfectly formed, and petite, he must have topped off at five foot two, three inches shorter than myself. He was dressed in red silk pajamas, decidedly oriental, and it made his cheeks look pinker. His hair was the color of new hay, a stark blonde, and his eyes matched, being a pale blue. Eyes that reminded me of a husky, or a wolf, though they were not so very cold at the moment, I could imagine them becoming very harsh.
“Good morning, miss, what can I do for you?” He asked politely. I wondered if he knew who I was, or why I was here. The hidden drive would have made uninvited visitors a strange occurrence, but perhaps they wanted to be extra safe.
“I’m Germain. I belong to Madam Zumir,” I offered helpfully. I think I even smiled at the smallish man.
“Oh yes, yes! Figures the woman would just leave you here. Come in, please. She phoned us last week to tell us of your addition to our…little family.” He ushered me into the vestibule, closing the door behind me. The furnishings were lavish, this brothel spoke only of class, and elegance, and I must say I was surprised. The walls were papered with a textured sky blue, and sconces hung on the wall every eight feet or so, spilling warm light, the floors were of stone, perhaps marble, and an arrangement of lilies sat in a crystal vase on a small table near the door. “Have you fed, Germain?” The man asked me, more kindly than I expected. I shook my head; I wasn’t ready enough to chow raw meat this early in the morning.
“Very well, follow me please.” He led me down a long hallway, no less luxurious than the foyer, and took a right up a monumental staircase. I may not have been sure if the floor was marble, but the staircase certainly was. Each step was four feet wide, with cushioned chairs invitingly set every other stair. We traveled down another long hall, I kept back a few feet as to watch the sinuous way the man walked, a graceful glide that made he silken cloth covering his body shimmer in the dim light. I was amazed at how silent and still the big house was, and I wondered where the other whores were, the missing Brides of Death. Abruptly he stopped at a closed door and fished a ring of keys from the front pocket of his pajama pants.
Unlocking the door quietly the man directed me inside. He flicked a switch and low lighting glowed out a ceiling lamp, enough to comfortably see by, but not enough to bother me. The floor was carpeted in a shade of eggplant, and a modern king-sized bed took up the middle of the room, shrouded in a deep red coverlet, and hidden by gauzy white curtains. Heavy red drapes, the same hue as the bedspread covered large windows, blocking out all disdainful light, and original oil paintings, not prints, hung sporadically through the large room. I almost didn’t notice, but in a shadowed corner there was a large, dark marble bathing tub, sunk into the carpeted floor. It seemed incongruous with the rest of the room, nearly ludicrous except for it’s richness in the décor. There was a large wardrobe, and a cabinet made of fine, dark wood, also there was a small, stainless steel refrigerator by the bed, no doubt containing more raw meat so I didn’t end up wandering insanely eating up whatever I thoughtlessly chose.
“Your room, Miss. You shall be staying here, and this is where you will do the majority of your work as well. My name is Gregory; I am Madam Zumir’s overseer here at The White Birch House. I make sure all transactions run smoothly, and that the girls cooperate and are treated well, it’s my job to serve, and be served by you. I generally just take care of things for Madam Zumir.” Gregory gently closed the door behind him, and clasped his hands. “The first order of business, is to get you bathed, and presentable, so you may meet the other girls for lunch. Are you adverse to a bath, Miss Germain?”
“No, I would have showered much sooner, had I the chance. Even zombies don’t like being smudged with grave-dirt,” I said with a smile. I was rewarded by a genuinely warm laugh from Gregory. His laugh was robust and deep, coming from a smaller man, I was shocked, and comforted by his presence. It was either the apathy swallowing me up, or my comfort with the overseer, but I didn’t mind at all when he remove the slightly frayed, flowery robe and threw it on the bed.
He took me by the hand, and twirled me slowly about, making no move to hide his staring at my naked, soil-stained body. I felt my breasts weighed by his scrutiny, and I imagined the hair on my pubis to coil more tightly under his direct gaze. Gregory reached out a beautiful, pale hand, almost feminine and lifted my left breast gently.
“Much beauty, child. You are gifted with a fine splendor.” He said appreciatively, leading me over to the dark basin, releasing me to turn the faucet on with water hot enough to send whirls of steam wafting into the air. Gregory poured two large handfuls of a granulated pink powder, smelling of springtime and candy into the water, and big poufs of bath suds began to rise as the tub filled. While we waited for the bath to fill he gave me a tour of the wardrobe, dozens of dresses hung on padded hangers within the wooden alcove, I presumed they were all my size, and each one specifically designed to flatter my frame. I felt like an undead Cinderella from a macabre fairytale.
I stepped gracefully over to the bath, not really conscious of my nudity around Gregory and sank down into the sweet-smelling suds. The water was very, very hot, but I didn’t mind it. Somehow I knew if I was still human, I’d be in pain from the nearly boiling water, but it didn’t bother me now. I sighed and leaned my head back as the heat warmed the cold in my bones that I had grown so accustomed to in the chilly grave. I felt tender hands in my hair, pulling the long strands out from behind my head, massaging my scalp. I looked back at Gregory and smiled warmly, I felt like a princess with her own attendant, Madam Zumir had never treated me so well, hell, even guys I dated hadn’t been so kind. The shampoo he began to work into my hair smelled herbal and sweet, and soon he began to pour clear water over my head, rinsing my hair to cover my face.
Gregory took to washing me, he would not allow me to lift a finger or do anything other that relax as he rubbed me with a sea sponge larger than both my hands, washing away all my dirt and sins.
When I was washed and clean Gregory lifted me out of the rapidly cooling water and began to dry me off with a fluffy white towel, carefully drying my skin and hair and remaining respectful. “How are you feeling now?” He asked as he finished toweling me.
“Much cleaner, thank you, nearly my old self.” I replied, as grateful as I felt. I pulled the towel around me, relishing its softness against my skin.
“I sense that you might need to be fed soon, before dinner with the girls.” Gregory must have seen me recoil because he soon added: “No no, not meat, though that will come later. Are you feeling detached, unfeeling? Didn’t Madam Zumir speak to you about this?” He looked a bit cross until I nodded. Then he slowly began to unbutton his silk top exposing pale, creamy chest. He was perfectly formed with a small trail of blonde, almost invisible hair tracing from a patch on his chest to where it vanished in the waistband of his silky pants. I had the option of faking a quizzical look or just seizing the moment and accepting the offer of sex with Gregory.
“Are you wearing anything under those pants?” I asked. Being zombified didn’t make me a smoother chica; at best I was only a mediocre flirt. I didn’t wait for him to answer but slipped my hands over his hips, under the fabric of his pants. No, he was not wearing anything under the pajamas. His mouth opened partially, my desired reaction, and I took the opportunity to close my mouth over his. Let me tell you, kissing someone shorter than yourself is a very interesting feeling; I felt protective and gentle, and underneath I felt like I was in control of the situation. I cupped Gregory’s face in both my hand and pulled him further into my kiss, perhaps against his will because he struggled slightly to skirt away, maybe to breathe.
I moved so close to him I could smell his light, citrus aftershave and the scent of his skin; the aroma of skin, of meat. I grabbed him by the hair and kissed him violently enough to draw the copper-sweet taste of his blood into my mouth as I moved down to the bed. His hands were cupping my breasts as I straddled him, his moans were faint and swallowed up by my mouth, hungry and eager. The taste of blood held no revulsion for me; I sucked fervently on his lips, feeding myself from his passion. Blood wasn’t enough, I needed meat. I had to feed the hunger that loomed voraciously in my brain. I bit down a bit harder on Gregory’s lip, he struggled in earnest, but I was stronger by far. His erection was full, and pressed against my thigh, the thin silk a flimsy barrier, and the choice was mine: food, or fuck.
Instinctively I pulled my face away from his, to see the fear in his cool, blue eyes. And yes, there was panic, but also the darkness of the eyes that denotes arousal; he was scared, but lovin’ it. The thought of his fright mixed with physical pleasure filled me with heat, and I could feel moisture grow between my thighs, to my joy of course. I tested my strength on his trousers, taking them in my hands, pulling them taut, and tearing them straight off his skin with a wet rrrrrrrrip. My eyes went huge when I saw his cock. The man was five foot two, but he was huge. I had only seen a penis so large in pornography, he was very well equipped, and as thick as my forearm, my pussy began to tingle in anticipation. I began salivate as well, and not from arousal. One of my hungers had to be sated immediately, or Gregory would not survive.
I gave no warning, but let myself fall, penetrating myself on his cock. Gregory’s whole body convulsed, his back arched, and a low sound rushed forth from somewhere deep in his throat. He was a hair’s breadth away from being too big for me, I felt him pressing, throbbing against my canal… My mouth found his once more and I rode him, mindless enjoying the pleasure that wracked my body, as well as the extra something that filled my mind. It wasn’t as extreme or encompassing as before with Nathaniel, but I could still feel mentally my orgasm starting to build, and it urged me on. I would rise on my knees until only his head of his penis pressed inside me, and drive myself own, impaling myself and making the bed shake. My bloodstained kisses left his mouth, and I licked and sucked his neck and shoulders, his moans grew louder, more frantic. Perhaps he thought I was tasting him, and he was a little frantic. Perhaps I was tasting him. I could taste his fear, his need, and my power.
My licking turned to nibbling, and my nibbles became biting. I loved the feel of a mouthful of his skin and flesh. My one hunger began to feed my other hunger, the sex made me hungry for meat; hungry for Gregory. I was close to my climax, slamming my cunt down on his monster of a cock, filling my pussy, but starving my hunger…I still had some vestige of sanity, I would not eat the overseer. But the closer I came to orgasm, and the more Gregory writhed beneath me the more clear my realization occurred to me; when I came, I would feed. The rapidly shrinking piece of my brain that housed sanity suddenly wished I hadn’t skipped breakfast.
The hot waves of my magma lust were lapping at my consciousness, my teeth scraped Gregory’s collarbone, and he shouted my name blindly, hands clutching my hair and head, but I couldn’t tell whether he was pushing me away, or pulling me closer. He was moaning so much louder now, my teeth grinding deep into his body, and he writhed he lifted us both off the bed, and I came like a shower of sparks. It was actually very unexpected, and ripped through me as I had ripped Gregory’s pants earlier, I felt the explosion in my mind, and the contraction of my vagina, and his orgasm as well and his hands tightened on my head…and it was a few moment before I realized I had bitten through Gregory’s shoulder.
I had taken a small bite of his shoulder, and since there was no evidence, I must have swallowed it. His blood tasted fresh and sugary on my tongue, I held no remorse. Gregory lay panting on the bed, a trickle of blood from his shoulder seeped into the red coverlet. His eyes were glazed and wild. And he was in a lsight daze, grinning.
It was a moment before either of us could speak; he made no move to cover his body, or the wound. I spoke first: “Perhaps you should get a bandage for that.” I would not waste my time with apologies, Gregory was the overseer, and he knew what he had gotten himself into. I smiled, sated completely.
“And you should dress for lunch though you already had your appetizer.” He jested, gesturing to the wardrobe. Gregory slowly got to his feet and pressed my flowered robe against his shoulder to staunch the bleeding. “As much as I enjoyed that…extravagance, your customers may not. You must feed prior to every client. We cannot let any mishaps occur. Keep it in mind, Germain.” He said, a bit gruffly. Left with nothing to do but dress, I chose a simple gown, the shade of sea foam, washed most of the sex-fluids and blood off myself, and ran a brush through my still damp hair.
Gregory vanished for a moment and returned fully dressed and preened, like nothing had happened and offered me an arm. Down the steps we slowly waltzed, almost a ridiculous caricature of a prom couple. In a comfortable silence we strolled, down corridors, all decorated with perfect taste. I was perfectly assured that we were lost when we turned a corner into a huge meeting hall. There was an ornately carved table in the very center, huge, long enough to fit at least twenty people, and at the table were a strange assortment of the undead. I took a deep breath, and made ready to enter the lion’s den.
…To be continued.
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Every morning at 8:30 sharp she'd be there. Drooling and pressing her naked body against the sliding glass door to the back yard. No moaning of "Brains, brains...." Just pressing her double D melons against the glass and drooling till I let her in. Then a bee line for the bedroom where she'd fuck me dry.
Ever since the zombie apocalypse, things had been pretty fucked up. I was used to holing up in the house alone with a dwindling supply of shotgun shells. Foraging the neighborhood for canned goods when the coast was clear. But ever since she'd showed up the undead traffic had dropped significantly. I didn't really want to figure it out. It wasn't like I had much of a social life anymore. Not that I ever had.
She must have been super-hot, before she turned. Even undead, she still got me stoked every morning, and I'd let her in, we'd fuck like animals, and then she'd leave. After a while, the green skin sloughing off in my hand, and the rancid smell of rotting flesh kinda paled in comparison with how horny I got for her. I think she felt the same. In fact, I knew she did.
Long hair that came out in clumps if I ran my fingers through it. I just learned not to. She would come in and push me down on the bed. Mount me and ride until I spunked inside of her. I admit. It wasn't my ideal scenario. But I was hella horny these days. And even in her state of decay, she was by far the hottest chick than I'd ever managed to bang.
So, every day at 8:30, I would let her in. And we would fuck. Epic fucking, like there were no consequences to fucking a zombie chick. And then she would shamble off to do whatever zombie things she had to do that day.
I'll admit to a delicate mental state at that time. Watching your entire nuclear family literally ingested by a ravenous horde of undead is not an experience I'd recommend to anyone. But she was different. And her boobs were to undie for. Figuratively speaking... And if she needed them played with, by god, I was going in. Full force.
It was the morning that I woke up and she was beside me in the bed that was a game changer.
I awoke to the smell of rotting garbage, but it turned out that that was just her junk.
Visually (once you got used to the green tinge) she was beautiful. But her cooter reeked of weeks long failure to remove refuse. I got used to it. She would moan when I played with it.
Well actually, she would always moan. It was pretty much her go-to noise; pretty much all she did. But it started to be a more nuanced form of communication for me. Her moaning might mean "do that more". Or it might mean "do that more." Or simply "do that more." I figured it out after a while.
But it just seemed like she was around more and more often. One day she pushed what had once been a flower into my hand, crushed into a ball.
"Aigggnh." She groaned at me.
"Thank you?" I replied.
"Aigggnh!" She repeated.
"Um... I love you too?" I offered.
Bingo! Hit the nail on the head with that one! She grabbed my hand and dragged me into the bedroom where she rode my cock until I nutted in her hole.
The changes were small at first. Her being around a lot meant a much larger window of opportunity for us to fuck. So, we did exactly that. And at first, I figured that I was just getting used to her...condition. But after a while it seemed her skin wasn't quite sloughing off as much, and her hair seemed to be filling back in.
"Aiggggnh...Joe" She managed after one particularly hot session.
"I love you too. Zombie chick." I returned, surprised that she knew my name. Made me feel kinda bad that I didn't know hers. The funny thing is that I was starting to mean the L thing when I said it.
Where she went when she shambled off, I didn't really know. I assumed maybe she was off hanging out with her zombie friends, comparing zombie notes about their boyfriends. She was never gone long though, and generally would want to get railed as soon as she shambled on home.
Once you got past the smell and the hair, her pussy was amazing, and when she came, she moaned and grunted like a stuck pig. Somehow it was sexy as hell. At least I thought so. And as the weeks went by and she was around more and more we'd go at it constantly. I mean it wasn't like we had to go to work or anything.
By now she was mostly living with me, and that's when I started to put two and two together. The more I jizzed in her cooter, the less zombie like she was becoming. Her skin, while still off tone, looked more normal, less blotchy. Her hair seemed to be regaining a more human luster, and wasn't falling out.
I even managed to get her into the shower on a regular basis. At first, she had struggled a bit, but relented as she seemed to like how it felt as I soaped her down. I even considered trying to shave her armpit hair, but had to admit I'd become quite fond of the look. It just worked with her.
Every night after we made love for the final time that day, just before I'd turn out the lights, she'd look at me with soft eyes and say. "Aiggggnh, Joe". And I'd tell her I loved her too. We even began to kiss, which was new. Generally, from the start she'd just wanted to ride my johnson and make me blow my load, but now we seemed to be taking our time with it more and more. That's when she took it to the next stage.
One day, she took my hand and said "Aiiiiii, Joe", and headed for the door. She had been losing her shamble over the past few weeks, and now walked with a sexy sway, her perfectly proportioned ass was mesmerizing and I was gonna follow it through the gates of hell. Still eschewing clothes, I didn't mind at all, preferring her naked. I grabbed the shotgun on the way out the door, and she led me down the street in the direction she usually came from.
We'd walked for about a mile and a half when we arrived in front of a once quaint but now decaying brownstone apartment building. Hell, everything was in some stage of decay these days. Leading me inside we climbed the stairs to the 7<sup>th</sup> floor. At the end of the hallway she entered a doorway. Apartment 7C. By the door there was a metal mailbox. The name Sondra Jorgensen was on the lid. She led me inside.
It was a cozy apartment. A walk-in kitchenette with an adjacent living room. On the wall was a photo of three women. One of them was Zombie Chick. She pointed to some old bills on a writing desk. Sondra Jorgensen. "Miiiii...Joe" she said. She led me through another door into a bedroom. Where she started taking my clothes off. She pushed me onto her bed and lowered her wet pussy onto my throbbing cock.
"Aigggnh you, Joe." She moaned as she came on me bouncing so hard I had to grab her tits which were flopping wildly.
"I love you too, Sondra." I said and she moaned and came again in response to hearing her name out loud. It was one of the wildest fucks we'd ever had and soon I busted a huge nut, filling her womb with my seed. And we did a repeat about an hour later.
I grabbed the picture as we left that afternoon, knowing just where I'd hang it when we got home. I knew this would be the first of several trips, but the intent was clear. Sondra was moving in with me full-time.
As our frequency of fucking remained unabated. Gradually she began to regain her powers of speech. It was clear that something in my sperm was attacking or countering the effects of the virus in her system. So as long as we kept up fucking as often as possible, she'd continue to improve. I suspected, correctly it seems, that it would not entirely eradicate the condition, we both knew it, and thus felt committed to each other as a result.
Her voice never lost that low zombie growl, which was okay. Although she would at times stammer her way though her sentences, mostly I thought it gave her a low sultry tone. We also discovered over time that it didn't matter how the sperm was ingested, her body appeared to absorb it equally well. That meant that she quickly became my three-hole slut, loving it every way I could think of to bring it.
One of my favorite side effects of her condition, was that zombies are naturally good at deep throating. Absolutely no gag reflex, meat slid right in. Which meant she could effortlessly swallow the entire length of my trouser snake until her nose was pressing against my pubes, and I'd direct-deposit into her stomach.
We were near the center of town, where there were a few big box stores we were intent on plundering. Entering the semi dark building shotgun at the ready and our backpacks empty. I started into the store only to stop dead at a sound from up ahead.
I signaled Sondra to be quiet and shut off my flashlight when I saw the movement up ahead. Squinting my eyes, I could see two figures approaching. They were walking, not shambling, and one of them I recognized as a former work mate. In tow behind him was a gorgeous black-haired beauty completely naked.
"Marcus! You dog! Where'd you find the hottie?" I grinned.
"Joe, My man. I see you got yourself one too!" Marcus observed. "She kinda found her way into my house one day. Was really rough, at first. Went straight for my cock. Musta liked what I was bringin' cos she's been with me ever since."
"H...haii" She said.
"Hi, nice to meet you. This here's Sondra." I replied.
"Son..da" She repeated.
"Nice to meet you...Marcus." Sondra managed.
"Hey, she talks good." Marcus grinned.
"Gets better all the time. We work pretty hard on it." I explained. "What's her name?"
"No idea. I just call her Spot. I'm hoping she remembers at some point. Don't think she's from here. Or maybe her home burnt. Things were really crazy those first couple months...Remember?" Marcus said.
"They certainly were. I don't think there are many of us left." I said. "So, where you living?"
"I got me a fine crib, out by the park in the North end. You?" Marcus asked.
"Same as always." I replied.
"We ought to get together sometime, man!" Marcus offered.
"Sounds like fun." I agreed. "Stay in touch, dude."
The store turned out to be a veritable trove of supplies, and with our backpacks full of booty we headed home. As soon as we'd set down the backpacks, I knew what Sondra was going to want. She hadn't hesitated a second before she had my pants on the floor and was fairly dragging me to the bedroom, pulling me to her, we fucked well into the evening.
"I love you, Joe." Sondra said.
"I love you too, Sondra." I replied as always.
"Marcus seemed nice." She added. "When he comes here with Spot. I fuck him too? I watch you fuck Spot? Yes?"
I was instantly hard again, knowing Marcus would jump at the chance. I'd seen that look in his eye, when he first saw Sondra's melons.
A few days later we made it happen. Sondra looked like the pinnacle of zombie beauty as Marcus dropped a huge load inside her. And Spot was a veritable whirlwind of insatiable passion, her pussy virtually milking the sperm out of me. They stayed on for three days, and it was a sexual tag team match for the duration. Leaving only when we were all walking funny from the constant sex.
Funny, but after a couple of years the hordes had moved on or died out. It was hard to tell which. I was right, there weren't many of us left. Not even for food, so I guessed that it was for a little of both reasons. But by the time Sondra and My fifth anniversary rolled around, infected had become a rare sight.
One other effect of the remission of the virus was that Sondra, and eventually Eva (though we still called her Spot because she liked it), re-established their menstrual cycles. Our visits back and forth with Marcus and She were frequent and invariably sexually charged, and we didn't even try to keep track of who was getting who knocked up. The kids were invariably normal when born, even having a natural immunity to the virus. And they came like clockwork.
Because after all, the sex was indeed fun, but as I pointed out to Marcus as I was shooting my seed into his woman's quim. We were saving Mankind... One Orgasm at a Time.
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"Don't do that, it's exactly what they want," I thought, shaking my head vehemently. I stood there, watching as the Others continued their slow, steady march toward a hail of bullets. Slowly, steadily, with unwavering resolve, the Zombies came at them, the ones with the guns. They moaned and shambled onward even as they got mowed down. I got clipped in the chest, and it knocked me down. I was smart enough to stay down, unlike the Others.
"Sanitation frigging needed here," came a female voice, and I kept my eyes open and carefully blank as the Breathers came, one by one, and they shot the Others. Sanitation is what they call it when they shoot us in the head, to end our unnatural lives, and they feel pretty damn good about it. I know this, but I don't know how I know this...
"Clear," another voice, a male, barked, and I looked at them, as they stepped over me. They even stepped on me, though, numb from head to toe, I felt no pain. I had blood on my forehead, it splashed over me when the walking corpse next to me got clipped. Indeed, its blood splattered all over my face. This was a stroke of luck, for it convinced the humans that I was already dead. Well, ahem, deader anyway.
I waited until I couldn't smell them anymore, the Breathers. I waited until they were gone. Then I waited some more. Slowly, I rose to my feet, and looked around. Hundreds of us were littered across the landscape, slaughtered by the Breathers. I looked at a corpse, and saw something hanging on its hip, a revolver in its holster. For reasons unknown to me at the time, I took it.
It felt good, to have the revolver in my hand, even if I scarcely remembered how to use it. I walked through the corpse-filled field, and followed the Breathers. As I sniffed the air, I sensed something...different. The Breathers, there were two different kinds, one slightly stronger and faster than the other, and they were working together against the Others, against the eternally hungry ones like me.
I closed my eyes as memories assailed my fragmented, rotting mind, as they often did these days. Days, nights, it's all the same to me now. I never sleep. I never rest. I walk on, always, driven by hunger. I can never make it go away, the Hunter. I've eaten the flesh of humans and that of Mutants. Nothing can satisfy my hunger...ever.
I wish things were different. It makes my whole day when I can remember...before. The firefight triggered some memories buried deep inside my mind. I remembered the creche, the lab in which I was made, not born. I remember emerging from it, the clean, beautiful laboratory, and onto a world of permanent darkness, of radioactive gray skies, a disgusting, nightmare world.
I remembered the joy I felt among my own kind, those that looked human, but were smarter, stronger and faster, the ones like me. Well, ahem, like I used to be. Mutants, that's what they called us, the normal people, those who were not special, the mundane. We numbered in the hundreds in those early days, but soon became thousands, for we were designed to be better than them in just about every way...
The post-Apocalyptic world in which we live is an ugly, barren place, but it's also home. I remember feeling thankful for it, for it's a world where my kind actually stood a chance. With their numbers drastically reduced thanks to Nuclear fire, the humans were rudderless when we took them on, and hit them hard...
I remember joining a newly formed Clan, as the males and females of my creche banded around a charismatic leader. I remember the leader's face. He was tall, blond-haired and blue-eyed, and he had a certain magnetic presence, even in a room full of supermen and superwomen. I remembered pledging myself to him. What was his name? Magyar, yes, that was his name. Alexander Magyar, the one that my kind, the Mutants, called our Liberator.
It's funny, remembering this specific name, when so much of who and what I was has been lost. I remember fighting alongside my Clan members, supermen and superwomen of every hue, black, white, brown, yellow, every skin color and every type of facial feature, hair color, hair texture. The former masters of the old world wanted us to be their genetically enhanced shock troops, able to infiltrate every type of enclave, every society, every culture.
I fought against the humans as my kind, the Mutants, spread across the face of the Earth. We slaughtered the humans by the thousands, by the tens of thousands. Humanity fought back, and we suddenly had a war on our hands. One day, we discovered that we, along with all non-botanical life on the planet Earth, had a brand new enemy...
As Mutant and human fought over what remained of post-Apocalyptic earth, the Hungry Ones, also called Zombies arose. They indiscriminately attacked human and Mutant, devouring anyone and everyone that couldn't get away from them fast enough. One day they came for me and my Clan, and I fought back. We were vastly outnumbered...
"Yolanda, watch out," said one of my acolytes, a tall, blonde-haired superwoman. I thought, and her name suddenly came to the forefront of my befuddled mind. Sheliza Hauser, who'd joined the Magyar Clan late, having been found long after the First Of Us rose from the bunkers where we'd been created by scientists from a bygone age.
"No," I cried, as a Zombie, who'd once been one of my fellow superhumans, sank its teeth into my arm. I yelped in pain even as Sheliza blasted the Zombie's head off with her rifle. I looked at my wounded arm, and Sheliza looked at me, her eyes moist, her lips trembling. I saw her face contort in resolve, and she raised her rifle, aiming for my head...
"Don't kill me," I yelped, even as Sheliza got ready to kill me, and I ran. It wasn't a brave thing to do. I'd been a brave woman all my life. Wounded with a fatal virus which would kill me and then reanimate me as one of the Undead, I fled. Sheliza fired after me, but her round went wild, striking my shoulder instead of the back of my head.
At the time, I thought that Sheliza missed, but I have since learnt better. Sheliza was an Infiltrator, trained since early on to become the best killer, the best spy and the best social chamaleon that our Clan had to offer. She couldn't miss a shot if she tried. In hindsight, I guess she let me go. I fell among a pile of bodies, both the truly dead and the reanimated dead. When I came to, I was...changed.
"My name is Yolanda," I said to myself, as I walked through the field, discretely following the Breathers. They're more organized these days. For the time being, the humans and the Mutants have achieved a sort of truce, they realized that with our numbers on the rise, we who are called Zombies are a threat to every type of human, the mundane and the artificially enhanced.
I don't follow them out of hatred, I simply must feed, and I am always hungry. Once upon a time, I was alive. I had dreams and goals. I wanted to find a worthy mate, a strong male, a fellow Mutant, and I wanted to wanted to become his wife. I wanted to have offspring by this once and future mate of mine. I wanted our offspring to have bright futures as rulers of the planet Earth.
For that to happen, I wanted my old Clan, the Magyar Clan, to succeed and become the dominant group among my fellow Mutants. I wanted us to lead all the Mutants on the planet to total domination of the planet by finally subjugating the humans once and for all. Humans are weak and stupid. Prowler, soldier, mother, I had it in me to be all of these things and more. Whatever my kind needed me to be...
Now I am just another face among the Undead horde. Actually, I don't even have a horde to be part of anymore. The Others got slaughtered, mowed down by the human/Mutant alliance, thanks to their sheer stupidity. I remember feeling lonely among the Others. Like me, they were slow-moving, and driven by the eternal hunger. Unlike me, they seemed incapable of intelligent thought.
I walked through the darkness, and saw through it clearly, and not because I'm a Zombie. When a normal human becomes one of the Undead, he or she remains largely the same, except for the hunger, the mindlessness, and the inability to feel heat, cold, pain, pleasure, or anything other than hunger. I may be a Zombie, but I'm no ordinary Zombie...
When I became a Zombie, I stopped being a member of the human race, whether mundane or special. I stopped breathing. I stopped needing things like sleep, or sex. I stopped feeling anything other hunger. Still, I was a superwoman, and not a mundane, and as a Zombie, I retained some of my special abilities such as my sharp senses, and my superior strength. I move a bit faster than the average Zombie, but slower than a human...
While stumbling through the darkness, I walked through the remnants of a park, and for some reason, it triggered a memory from deep within me. I had a flashback of Adam, my first lover. Tall, lean and chocolate-hued, with unruly dark hair and a beard. Adam Beauregard, my fellow superhuman, who emerged from the same creche I did.
"Yolanda, Adam, seriously, get a room, you two," my friend Sheliza Hauser said, on a night when we completed a success raid on a human settlement, years before the Magyar Clan was wiped out by the Zombies. I was in the park, by the water fountain, in the arms of my beloved Adam. He'd offered me a present, a battle-axe he'd wrenched from the hands of a fearsome human warrior before killing him...
"You should talk," I shot back, and Sheliza laughed, then walked away. I looked at Adam, this tall, beautiful young superman who cherished me above all others. People said we made a nice couple. Adam stood six-foot-five, tall even for one of us, and I was something of an anomaly at five-foot-nine, and in spite of resources being scarce, I was quite voluptuous.
"Yolanda, you look ravishing," Adam said, running his hands through my long red hair and caressing my porcelain skin. I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him. Adam kissed me back, and then, hand in hand, we headed for his tent. There, on that special night, Adam and I made love for the very first time...
"Hey, handsome, like what you see?" I asked Adam in a coy tone, and he grinned, then caressed my breasts. I lay there on a bed of furs, and my ardent, passionate lover explored my curvy body. In a community full of seemingly perfect superwomen and supermen, I looked almost mundane, and felt self-conscious about it.
"Come here gorgeous," Adam said, and he kissed me full and deep, then fastened his lips to my breasts. As he slid his hand between my thick thighs, I arched my back and moaned softly. Adam began pleasuring me, and I relaxed and enjoyed as he worked his magic on me. Adam kissed a path from my breasts to my round little belly, and finally, to the space between my legs.
"Hmm, yes," I whispered, as Adam buried his face between my legs, and began eating my pussy. Adam and I explored new pathways to pleasure that night. When he put me on all fours, spanked my derriere and fucked me from behind, I cried out in sheer pleasure, loving what he was doing to me. Adam fucked me and made me cum time and again that first night, and I couldn't get enough of him.
"Adam," I said, my voice hoarse, and unnaturally deep, even to my altered ears. I didn't sound like myself anymore, not with half-rotted vocal cords. Still, I could speak, something which no other Zombie can do...as far as I know. I thought about Adam, and wondered where he was. The last time I saw him was mere hours before the Zombie horde overran the Magyar Clan, devouring all my friends.
I felt...weird. Thoughts of Adam swirled about my head. I found myself yearning for what might have been. I wanted to become Adam's wife, and bear him sons and daughters. We'd regale our offspring with tales of the glory days when we Mutants conquered the world and crushed the inferior humans underfoot. Instead of achieving this dream, I'm this...thing. What have I become?
I wandered in the darkness, tracking the Breathers down, and finally found them. There was a firefight, another one, as the Breathers found themselves pitted against a sizeable Horde of Zombies. I saw that these Zombies moved a bit faster than usual, and almost smiled. They weren't ordinary Zombies, because they hadn't been ordinary humans when they turned. They were like me...
I waded through the clashing groups, desperately trying to get at the Breathers, driven by hunger. Finally, I reached the forefront, and nearly got taken down by a gun-toting human. I caught her in my arms and threw her away. I didn't throw away the human female out of kindness, niceness or altruism, not by a long shot.
Like all Zombies, I prefer to eat the flesh of the living, not the dead. Infected flesh is useless to me. The gunwoman was already infected and didn't know it, so her flesh was useless to me. Human, Mutant and Zombie fought one another around me, a cacophony of howls, roars, shouts, and gunshots. Amid the combatants, a quartet caught my attention...
A blonde-haired, fair-skinned Mutant woman was mowing down Zombies left and right, and by her side stood a tall, bald-headed Black man, a tall black woman wielding a machete, and a tall, slim Asian man. Working like a well-trained and formidable unit, they were taking down the Undead with what would have been considered military precision in a bygone era...
"Sheliza," I said, and I didn't realize that I had shouted the word. For a moment, the world stood still. Sheliza glared at me, and I registered shock on her face. Her eyes met mine. I knew what she saw. A grayish-skinned, mottle-faced, monstrous, Undead doppelganger of her former friend and fellow superwoman.
"Yolanda, you're back, I'm so sorry," Sheliza said as she raised her rifle, and once more aimed at me. I raised my gun, clicked off the safety, and fired. A Zombie which had been ready to sink its teeth into Sheliza's arm dropped dead. Well, deader. You get the idea. Sheliza stared at me, the female Zombie with the proverbial smoking gun.
"Sheliza, we are even," I said loudly as I dropped the now useless gun. There'd only been one bullet left in the chamber. It was now a piece of useless metal. Sheliza's companions looked at her, then at me, and hesitated. I'm an intelligent Zombie, their worst nightmare. They aimed their rifles at me. Let oblivion claim me and end this nightmare, I thought as I dropped to my knees and closed my eyes. But the shot never came...
"Yolanda," came a guttural, inhuman voice that couldn't belong to any human or superman, yet sounded awfully familiar. A cold, rotting hand clamped down on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and turned around. There he was, my Adam. He was naked from the waist up, his body riddled with bullets, his face bloodied from those he'd fed upon, but he was still smiling at me.
"Adam," I said, and if my heart still beat, it would have soared. I embraced my lover, relieved to see him again, even in this Undead state. Adam took my face into his rotting hands, and then he pressed his cold, dead lips against mine. I kissed him back. Hand in hand, we walked off the battlefield. For good.
What became of Sheliza and her new companions? I do not know. Nor do I care. I've got my Adam back, and we've got literally eternity to enjoy one another. I'm thrilled to have him back in my life, er, my, ahem, existence, I mean. Adam's changed, sure, but in other ways, I swear he's gotten better. So have I. What do I mean by that?
Alright, I've always been a blunt woman and I see no reason to change now that I'm one of the Undead. Folks, Zombie sex is definitely a thing. Adam never goes soft now, and it's wonderful. No more periods for me either. Isn't that cool? We're happy to be reunited and have decided to walk off the chessboard. Let the humans, the Mutants and the regular Zombies fight it out over who gets the planet. We've got each other, and that's enough.
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Chapter 1: The Outbreak
When I was in high school, there were slow, lazy days when I fervently hoped for the apocalypse. I had a long time later to reflect on how stupid I was.
I had a good life. My parents were loving and kind, and we lived well. They ran a small mom and pop grocery store near the center of the little suburb where I grew up, and we lived in the two floors above the store. I had everything I needed and many of the things I wanted.
But life was so BORING. School was a slow torture every day, sitting behind an uncomfortable desk learning about past participles. I wasn't a bad student, but I couldn't stand having to be in school all day. And the city about 45 minutes from where we lived seemed fun, but nothing very exciting happened in our little commuter town. I desperately hoped for something, ANYTHING that would break me out of my crushingly dull routine.
Beware what you wish for.
As late winter started to give way to spring, IT happened. It started somewhere far away, in another country. I remember people on the news saying it wouldn't make it to the United States, and then that it wouldn't make it to our area. We were probably safe. It wasn't like in the movies at all, it took MONTHS. A few cases in the U.S., a few police reports in the nearby city, and then weeks and weeks after it started there was an old man who owned a store on our street and got taken to the hospital.
I remember most the truly absurd moments. Two High school baseball teams thought it would be safe to play a game with some extra security precautions. By the end of the night, they had lost half of one team. I also remember some middle aged woman weaving around someone staggering through the street, pulling up to our store, and asking to buy some milk. I guess everyone thought the police and the hospitals and the military would be able to handle it. But those were all made of people who had lives and families just like everyone else.
The most absurd moment was my parents leaving. Just before it got really bad, when there were still highway patrol cars keeping the roads open, my parents decided to go get my mother's parents and bring them back. I was so anxious, I remember my heart pounding and my palms sweating, I wanted to go with my parents so badly. But my dad had decided someone needed to stay and watch the store.
I remember his speech just before they left. "You're a man now, you're 18... it's time to start taking responsibility and supporting your family... we'll be back in two days."
Famous last words.
The first four weeks after my parents left were a blur. I never left the shop, holed up in the living room on the second floor with all the shop windows and front door boarded up. Remarkably, the power went off twice, but it eventually came back on both times. I never understood how we still had power, because within days the tv stations had stopped transmitting and eventually even the radio went silent except for a repeating, "This is a message from the emergency broadcasting system..." message. Yet somehow, even the street lights stayed on at night. And for those first few months, water kept flowing through our taps.
I had plenty of provisions in the store. I spent most of my days nervously watching out the window. The aimless, growling bodies shuffled by regularly, at least two or three an hour. They never ran and never stopped, just kept their slow shuffle, rarely ever in groups. I saw one catch a mangy, thin cat early in the outbreak. The zombie happily and ravenously ate the cat while the poor animal screamed.
It was remarkable how much pop culture had prepared us all for this moment, and how completely inadequate society was in responding to the outbreak. At night I slept in a makeshift fort made of furniture that I had built in one corner of the living room.
Chapter 2: Sally the Zombie
Everything changed for me about four weeks into the pandemic. I had already lost track of the days of the week, and don't know how long I would have continued doing nothing but sheltering in my house day after day, if not for this most random and chance of sightings.
I spotted Sally shuffling down the street. There was no mistaking who it was, the buxom blonde queen of my high school, or the fact that she was a zombie. She was wearing a loose, white blouse that had been torn away over one shoulder, exposing her white bra and overflowing cups beneath. She also had on pink shorts that appeared to be torn near the bottom on her left side, and the loose sandals she was wearing looked filthy.
I could see that the tall, disheveled blonde was a couple of minutes away from shuffling right in front of my store, and no one (or thing) else was within sight. I could never explain later what made me do it, maybe the same boredom that had made me wish for the end of the world, but I felt like I was running on instinct rather than thought as I sprinted down the stairs towards our front door.
I remember whispering softly to myself over and over, "What are you doing? What are you doing?" as I loosened the bolts holding the heavy wooden board over the front door, and then slowly sliding back the iron grate while I held the rough, heavy burlap sack in my hands. The sweat trickling down the back of my neck had nothing to do with the temperature as I waited for what felt like an eternity for Sally to stumble past the entrance to our store.
When I threw the sack over her head and dragged my classmate into the shop, her reaction was immediate. Like a cornered animal, she snarled and fought back against me, but I had her in a good grip from behind, her arms mostly pinned at her sides. I was tall and skinny at the time, just over six feet with a wiry frame. As I hauled the young blonde back into my family's dry goods store room, I first remarked to myself on how Sally's skin felt like it was on fire, like she had just baked in the sun for eight hours. Then I expressed my thankfulness that, even though zombie movies had led me to fear a zombie's strength, Sally felt weak with my arms wrapped around her.
As I hauled Sally into the store room, she kicked weakly. It was like her mind was awake and enraged but her body had almost no energy. It was much easier than I had expected to secure Sally's wrists with the soft but strong nylon rope we had, her ankles with bungee cord, and her waist with rubber tie downs. When I removed the sack from over her head, she snapped at me, but I had every part of her double bound with two sets of bonds. She could move a little around the room, but she was anchored by my ropes to the iron loops on the floor and in the walls.
After checking that no one on the street had seen us, and carefully re-securing the metal grate and wooden board covering our glass door, I spent hours studying Sally. She had fallen so far from the prom queen and object of every boy's fantasies that I had known in high school. She existed in a different social stratosphere from me. We had five classes together in four years, and I wasn't sure if she knew my name. She was the head cheerleader, dating the football team's senior quarterback when she was a sophomore. She swam and played tennis. She was THE girl at my school. She was about 5'7" and built like a centerfold. Flowing blonde hair down past her shoulders, thin waist and shapely shoulders from her swimming, long, shapely legs, toned stomach, all capped off by large D cup breasts. She was so pretty, a sweet smile with full lips and sparkling white teeth, high cheek bones and deep blue eyes.
The thing in front of me was like a distorted shadow of Sally. She had Sally's face and body but she looked half starved, hair a dirty, tangled mess behind her head, covered in filth. The most striking change was Sally's blue eyes. They were hollow and dead, like a shark or a wax figure, all faded pupils and empty hunger.
Sally snapped at me so much, staring at me in the doorway of the storage room, that I started to worry for her teeth. There was no thought behind those blue eyes, just gnawing hunger. I got a raw steak out of our meat freezer and tossed it to Sally, who grabbed it out of the air and started chewing on the frozen meat immediately.
I went back upstairs to check on the situation on the street, and when I returned to Sally she had already finished the frozen meat. There was no recognition like what you would see from a pet who knew you had fed them, but some lower recognition like food had come from your direction. Then I learned something they never showed in zombie movies. Any doubt that she had previously soiled her own shorts was erased when she pissed herself in front of me.
I made the momentous decision to clean Sally. It was almost comical, the errors I made struggling with her that first time for almost an hour. It took forever using a combination of broom sticks, knives, and an aluminum pole to keep her angry hands at bay while slowly cutting away her clothes and exposing the filthy skin beneath.
Luckily we had a small drain in the floor of the storage room, so when I had gotten Sally's clothes off, I hooked a hose up to the nearby sink and just hosed her down, using a mop and dog shampoo to wash of her skin. The dirt and other filth that had accumulated on her young body drained away through the hole in the floor.
When I was done, Sally looked remarkably more like her old self, but I had a new problem. Her blue eyes were lifeless, and she snarled whenever I got close, but she still had an amazingly sexy body. I had been so busy with scrubbing her, it wasn't until I was done that I noticed her large, full breasts, a perky teardrop shape hanging from her chest. I admired her light pink nipples, the outline of her abs visible just beneath the skin of her flat stomach, her shapely legs, and the blonde stubble just starting to grow back around a pussy that must have been completely shaved before the current chaos. She looked slightly thinner than I remembered, but somehow that accentuated the large swell of her perky bosom, and the round curve of her tight ass.
My cock was hard as a rock looking at Sally. Everything had been sad and difficult, so I hadn't jerked off in three or four days.
I thought about it for a long time, standing there, admiring Sally's mindless nakedness. Eventually I pulled out my throbbing cock and started jerking off. She still had those full, soft lips I had imagined kissing. I wondered how heavy her smooth, round breasts would feel in my hands, or whether her pussy was still warm and wet. It didn't take long before I felt the familiar tingling in my body, watching this gorgeous creature strain in front of me. I was very careful not to get too close to Sally, but as my orgasm built inside of me, she pulled herself forward on her ropes, fixated on the fast motion of my closed grip as my hand jerked rapidly back and forth over my hard dick. As she leaned forward, her sexy nakedness less than a foot from my raging erection, I came hard. My hot, white cum shot forward, the edge of my blast just barely coating the tips of her pink nipples.
I admired my white cum on the smooth skin of Sally's large breasts for a full minute. It was a site I had never expected to see. And then I hosed off her chest again before locking Sally in the storage room and heading back upstairs.
It was several hours before I returned to Sally, unsure what I would find. She was sitting in the corner when I threw open the door, but immediately leapt to her feet and was snapping at me once again, her bare arms and legs straining against the bonds that held her. The storeroom has always been a little warm, near the center of the building, and all the water from washing Sally had turned the room steamy. To keep my zombie captive from snapping her teeth at me, I threw her some raw hamburger from the fridge and shut the door again.
Chapter 3: Playing With My Pet
That first day ended up being pretty typical of my time with Sally the Zombie, as I grew to think of her. I learned that Sally would eat just about anything edible, but she seemed to eat more quickly and grow calmer if I cooked her food and prepared her regular meals. I also got her a clean bucket where I left her fresh water from the tap. Sally never acknowledged in any way that I was taking care of her, she tried to bite me and strained against her bonds every time. At one point I had to change out the rubber straps around her waist because it was leaving red welts on her skin, fortunately I had a good supply of nylon rope. I also tried cooling the small storage room with a fan at one point, worried that she was getting hot, but that seemed to agitate her. She liked her room hot.
I had no idea how long Sally was going to last like this, tied up naked in my family's storage room, but she was the best distraction I had. I spent a lot of time ensuring the building was locked up tight, inventorying supplies, and keeping an eye on the street in front of the store. But sheltering in a small building day after day, no tv or radio, no people to talk to, was incredibly boring.
Once every few days I would see a car drive by, or once every five days I'd even see a group of people walking on the street. But my fellow survivors never looked like the type who I'd want to stop for a chat. They were usually men armed with bats and metal spikes, searching for supplies. They would try the metal grate over the front of the store, sometimes knock on the heavy board covering the windows behind it, and then move along. So for the most part, Sally was the only interesting thing in my little world that existed outside of my head.
I felt a little embarrassed that first time I jerked off onto Sally's chest, but a few days later I was horny again and found myself admiring Sally's shapely, naked body. She had lost a little weight since I last saw her, probably since she had turned into a zombie. I could see her rib cage beneath her skin. But otherwise she was holding up much better than the zombie movies had lead me to believe. Her skin was still smooth and soft, if burning hot to the touch. I wasn't taking good care of her hair, which got stringy, or her nails, which grew long. But her face still seemed pretty. Her ass was still round and taut. Her muscles still moved sinuously beneath her pale skin. The only things really off about Sally were her lifeless blue eyes and her constantly snapping, angry mouth.
Her snapping led me to create what I called her muzzle, which I admit bore an unfortunately strong resemblance to a ball gag. I managed to tie some silk around a fat piece of cow hide that had been meant to be a chew toy for a large dog. I could fit it between Sally's teeth and keep her from cracking her own teeth, with the silk tied behind her head. I still had to be careful for her nails though, as she tried to claw at me
With the muzzle in place, I felt more comfortable, and soon every other day I was down in the storage room jerking off to the site of naked Sally. Her eyes bothered me sometimes, and I had to put a sleeping mask over them, but she was more interesting and arousing than the old porn I had on my laptop.
I pulled a chair into the doorway of the storage room and would admire Sally's naked body while stroking my excited dick. Her toned, sexy legs looked so smooth and shapely, until they started to get a little hairy with blonde fuzz. Her lips were still full and soft, even wrapped around the chew toy. Her pale stomach was flat, with the outline of her abs visible beneath. And my favorite part to ogle was Sally's big, round breasts. They were so large and full, dangling from her chest. Sometimes when she strained at the edge of her bonds, I would cop a quick feel, weighing her heavy, smooth tits with my excited hand. Her pink nipples would swing back and forth as she struggled against the ropes to try to reach me.
At first I would jerk off a safe distance away and cum on the floor or at Sally's feet. I loved the idea of wrapping her big tits around my hard dick, or even fucking her sweet pussy, but I was too nervous to get within six inches of her. As I got braver, I would stand when I felt my delicious orgasm approaching and aim my cock at the shapely blonde struggling in front of me. Sally the Zombie seemed happy to oblige, and would react to my standing by pulling even harder against the ropes that held her, thrusting her chest towards me as her muscles strained just below her bare skin.
It wasn't long before I started repeating my first experience and was covering Sally in my cum. With her big, round boobs pointing towards me, it was easy to shoot my hot, white load over her nipples. I though about all the times she had gotten me hard in her tight tennis uniform or a thin summer dress, and I coated her exposed, light pink nipples in a layer of my wet spunk. Later I figured out I could pull my chair close, stand on it, and cum right on Sally's face. Zombie Sally reacted with surprise every single time my hot cum blasted forth and sprayed her in the lips or the nose. My sticky jizz covered her soft, pink lips, dribbled down her chin, pooled beneath her eyes, and dripped down her nose. I loved cumming on the face of the hottest girl at school, and I did it over and over. I'm embarrassed to admit now that I probably covered every inch of Sally from the bottom of her breasts to the top of her head with my hot cum, most places two or three times.
I cleaned Sally at least once every three days, using the hose and mop. I noticed how quickly her hot skin seemed to dry. I also got aroused and ended up cumming on Sally every time I washed her, which kind of defeated the purpose of washing her because I had to clean her again. It was hard not to get turned on watching the water flowing over her sexy, naked body, seeing the way it was channeled between her big breasts and flowed over her tight stomach, or made her smooth, pale, round ass slippery.
The tit fucking started almost by accident. One day after her washing, I was jerking off, and Sally slipped in the water pooling on the store room floor in her efforts to try to get me. She fell initially to her knees, but in trying to get up she ended up rolling over and over, twisting together the ropes binding her hands and feet. Sally the Zombie ended up on her back, panting for air in frustration, with her wrists bound above her head and her feet tied together. Seeing her laid out and vulnerable below me, I couldn't resist.
I straddled Sally's chest, slippery with the water from her washing, and rested my bottom lightly upon her lower ribcage. Sally snarled, twisted, and tried to kick her legs, but there was nothing she could do. In her right mind, she could have freed herself, but as a zombie she was stuck.
I placed my throbbing cock between the big mounds of Sally's huge breasts. As I pushed her heavy tits together, I realized I had never really played with her nipples before. I rubbed my thumbs over her pink nipples, brushing back and forth against the little nubs as they hardened, and through her gag I could have sworn she let out a little moan.
Not wanting to press my luck, I squeezed Sally's large, smooth mounds together and thrust my cock into the tight tunnel of tit flesh. Her heavy boobs completely surrounded my cock, rubbing against my sensitive head and squeezing my excited shaft. Her skin was very smooth and the water made it just slippery enough for me to slide my eager dick back and forth against her skin. The visual of my hard cock fucking in and out between her big, perky breasts was the best part of the experience. I was fucking Sally's tits, my cock disappearing between her big, firm boobs. I played with her pink nipples with my thumb as I fucked her soft chest, and could feel myself quickly building towards orgasm.
I had already been jerking off, so I didn't last long that first time. I came hard and quickly between Sally's tits, shooting my hot cum deep in the tunnel of her tit flesh and watching a little dribble out onto her neck. The sight of my cum covered cock nestled between Sally's big, round breasts is one I will never forget.
I spent less than five minutes fucking Sally's tits, and then twenty minutes carefully cleaning her up and getting her untangled, without getting clawed or bitten.
It wasn't long before my wandering mind, without much to keep it occupied, came up with another terrible idea. In retrospect I know it's hard to defend, both looking at it from Sally's perspective, and the danger I was risking, but I was alone during the apocalypse. I felt like I had lost my whole world already, three days after the tit fucking there seemed no harm in trying.
Sally the Zombie was not hard to overpower, though she seemed to have more strength than I remembered from dragging her in off the streets. The ropes around her wrists actually made it harder to bind her arms the way I wanted, especially while trying to avoid her attempts to bite me (through the chew toy in her mouth) and claw me.
After a few minutes, I had Sally the Zombie laying on her back with her wrists bound together, stretched tight above her head, and her ankles each bound to a rope tied tightly to the opposite corners of the storage room. I took a minute to admire her shapely form, acres of smooth, pale flesh on display, and decided to do something that was both stupid and risky.
I got some shaving cream and a women's razor from the store, and shaved Sally's legs. I went slowly and carefully, since I wasn't totally sure what I was doing, but judging from the two times Sally growled angrily, I'm guessing I nicked her at least twice. The short, blonde hairs quickly fell away. I also trimmed back the growing bush of blonde hairs around her pussy, being careful to gently fold back and lift her outer pussy lips while I shaved her.
When I stepped back to review my work, I was already hard, from touching Sally's pussy and looking at her long, smooth, shapely legs. The light reflected off something between Sally's legs, and when I probed with my fingers, I discovered that Sally was wet down there. This was unexpected, something not covered in any zombie movie I had ever watched. I figured it must be an automatic response to the stimulation, and as if to confirm my thoughts, probing Sally's Pusey caused her to moan softly.
I decided to try something I had fantasized about doing with Sally a thousand times. I knelt at her side, gently cupped one of her full, round breasts with my hand, and leaned down to suck on her nipple. I drew the light pink nipple between my lips and suckled on the top of her teat. Sally arched her back and moaned in response, though her eyes still held their uncaring stare. As I licked wetly and pulled softly on her firm tit, I reached my free hand down and searched again for the hard little bump of her clit. When I found her most sensitive spot, I switched to suckling with my hot mouth on her other full, creamy breast, and started rubbing gently against Sally's sensitive nub.
Her reaction was unmistakable. Sally's bound arms tensed above her head and she arched her back deeply, moaning around the chew toy in her mouth. Her soft pussy was now leaking her juices, and I ran my wet tongue around and around her pink nipple in my hot, wet mouth. Sally the Zombie began panting in a way I had never heard before, and I decided then I wanted to see if I could get a zombie to orgasm. But first, my cock was harder than it had ever felt before, sticking straight out so it was brushing against the smooth, soft skin of Sally's thigh, so I decided to fuck her.
I wrapped my cock in a condom, no telling what nasty things you could catch from having sex with the undead, and positioned myself between Sally's legs. She didn't even look down at me as I pressed the fat head of my throbbing cock against the opening of her dripping wet pussy. The feeling as I pushed hard inside of Sally was incredible. She was so hot inside that the heat on my dick, even through the condom, was almost too much. She was a little tight, the slippery walls of her tunnel gripping me tightly, but she was so wet that I slid in to my hilt easily. As I rocked my hips backwards, withdrawing from her hot pussy, and then thrust myself hard back inside of her, I delighted in the feel of her wet slipperiness sliding back and forth around my thick, eager pole. Sally started moaning again as I fucked her.
I placed my hands on either side of Sally and began pumping my cock into her in earnest. I was so hard, even with the condom, that I had no difficulty driving my long, thick meat into her tight hole over and over again. Sally moaned low and long, arching her back once again and thrusting out her big, round breasts.
When I had decided I was going to fuck a zombie, I didn't know what to expect, but I never would have guessed that she would enjoy it.
I had also expected to enjoy sliding my stiff cock in and out of Sally the Zombie's pussy, but the view of fucking her was what really turned me on. She was restrained beneath me, nowhere to go, a hole for my eager dick to use. The fact I could do what I want to this sexy body, go as fast and hard or as slow as I wanted, really turned me on. There was no pressure, only pleasure as my meat slid in and out of her hot, tight pussy. I loved watching her arm and leg muscles strain against her bonds as she moaned and panted beneath me. Most of all, I loved the sight of her round, heavy breasts rolling up and down across her chest as I thrust my manhood inside of her. Her breasts were almost too perfect, big and firm, and I was mesmerized by her pink nipples moving up and down as I fucked hard into her sweet pussy.
I didn't think I was going to be able to cum in the condom, and had planned to pull out and jerk of onto her body. But Sally's moans were driving me wild, and her hot, juicy pussy felt so good. Her tight, slippery pussy walls were stimulating me towards orgasm. And then Sally the Zombie surprised me again, and she came.
Her back arched so deeply that her big, firm breasts pressed upwards against me, she sucked in air around her gag, and her legs shook. She let out a high pitched moan so loud that it made me think of a wolf howling.
My throbbing cock exploded deep inside Sally's molten hot pussy, dumping spurt after spurt of my hot cum into the tip of my condom. My own body trembled as I came hard, my feet tingling and toes curling and my arms shook. I collapsed gently atop Sally's firm, smooth body, my head resting atop her smooth, round breasts as I caught my breath.
It took almost twenty minutes to clean myself up, then clean Sally and wash her, then carefully loosen her bonds again so she could move around the storage room once more. There was no doubt in my mind that taking all the time to tie her up beforehand and clean her up afterwards was totally worth fucking her again.
After that amazing first experience, I fucked Sally almost every day. Some days I would be too tired to go through all the process of prepping her, after a long day of watching scavengers on the streets or ensuring all our supplies were stored well so they would last longer. I would either jerk off on her face or fuck her tits. But most days, I fucked my zombie companion.
I never got tired of suckling on her little, pink nipples, running my hands over the tops of her big, round boobs, and playing with her teats using my warm, wet mouth. I made her cum twice just from sucking on her sweet nipples while rubbing her clit, her orgasms causing her to thrust her chest harder against my face and filling my mouth with her slippery tit flesh.
Most days it was not enough stimulation to cum in a condom, and I would pull out near the end and jerk myself off onto Sally. I painted her all over with my hot, sticky jizz. I usually covered her face with my spunk, my cock shooting my man juice all over her pretty pink lips and cute little nose so hard that the ricochet spray went all over her face and chest. Sometimes I came all over her big breasts, coating her pink nipples with my hot, white frosting. Sometimes I squeezed her firm tits together and fucked them with my wet pole, cumming hard in the tight tunnel of her smooth tit flesh.
After almost two weeks of fucking Sally on her back, I experimented with some new rope configurations, and managed to tie Sally down on all fours. The key was tying her down over a storage barrel I had filled with an emergency supply of water. It took longer than tying Sally down on her back, but it gave me the chance to add some variety to how I fucked her.
I loved gripping her firm, round ass cheeks with my hands, running my palms over her smooth bottom just before spanking her lightly, and then gripping her hips and plowing hard inside of her. I fucked Sally hard across that barrel, driving my cock deep inside of her dripping wet pussy. Sally arched her back deeply and howled again as she came, my hand holding onto her hips and driving my thick meat into her over and over, pushing her hard through her orgasm. Her hot, wet pussy gripped my dick tightly as I plowed in and out of her hole. When I felt close myself, I pulled out, took off the condom, and came all over Sally's pale ass cheeks.
I had no long term plans at that point, I wasn't even sure how much longer Sally would survive. I just tried to keep us both safe in my family's little building, keep Sally well fed and clean, and continue to survive. I couldn't go anywhere with Sally tied up in our storage room, we just had to shelter in the building and stay alive.
Chapter 4: The Stranger
A little over three weeks after I started fucking Sally, everything changed.
I just happened to be upstairs, watching over the street in front of the store and rereading an old book, when I saw a woman come creeping down the street. She had long, brown hair and was dressed as if she was going out for a jog. She had a tight athletic shirt on over a sports bra, accentuating the swell of her large breasts, short jogging shorts, and running shoes. But she was not running today.
It had been several weeks since I last saw a woman on the street, which was understandable since the rare human I spotted tended to be part of a group of roving scavengers. This woman was moving carefully and quietly, her eyes darting all over the street in front of her as she moved.
What put me on full alert, after the woman had crept down the street and out of sight, was seeing two men walking down the street after her. I couldn't tell for sure if they were following the woman, but they seemed to be following something in front of them, one with a bat in his hand and the other with a large knife.
I hesitated for a moment, weighing the implications of my decision. It was impossible to know what could come from getting involved, and I was in no position to take on those two men by myself, but I sprang to my feet and quietly crept down the stairs.
I had barely gotten to the front entrance of the house when I heard a scream, loud yelling, and then another scream that might have been someone calling for help. Quickly I loosened the bolt holding the heavy board over the front entrance, and pushed the board out just enough to reach through and unlock the metal gate over the entrance. I slide the gate back just enough to stick my head through, and spotted the woman running down the street towards our store.
We were both extremely lucky with the timing. I could tell that her face was full of terror as she sprinted towards me, her eyes wild with fear, but she saw my head pop out and without a word from me she headed towards our door.
The woman threw herself through the small opening I had made, wiggling her thigh and last leg through the hole. I quickly closed and locked the gate behind her, and retightened the heavy bolt securing the board over the door. I turned to the woman with a finger pressed over my lips, motioning for her to keep quiet. She was sweating now, and I noticed that her brown eyes were gripped by fear. After a moment, I realized my own eyes were probably just as worried.
I heard a muffled voice ask, "Where the hell did she go?" and breathed a little easier knowing her pursuers had not spotted her ducking into my store.
A few moments later, another voice called out, "We just want to talk, honey, make sure you're okay."
I gently took the strange woman by the hand and guided her through the store and up the stairs to the second floor. At first she resisted a little, but once we got to the second floor and she saw we were in an apartment, she followed me willingly.
I peaked out the shaded and partially boarded window on the second floor, and the stranger silently joined me. One of the men was pulling on the board and the gate over our entrance, and finding them secure, he moved on to the bookstore next door. After a few minutes, the men had moved down the street and out of sight.
"My name is Rachel," the woman finally said, introducing herself.
"What were you doing out on the street?" I asked.
Rachel explained that she had been holed up in her apartment with her boyfriend for the last three months, surviving on food they had managed to scavenge from their neighbors for the past four weeks. Two days ago her boyfriend left their building again to look for supplies and never returned. He had never been out of their apartment overnight, so after two nights without him, Rachel decided to go look for him.
"He said he was going to check the stores in this area for food, you haven't seen him, have you?" she asked hopefully.
"Sorry, I only spend part of my day watching over the street, but I haven't seen a person out there for the last few days," I explained.
"I don't know where else to look for him," Rachel remarked sadly.
"Well I wouldn't recommend continuing to poke around out there," I responded. "I've got a decent amount of food here, you can stay with me if you want."
"Are you alone, all by yourself?" Rachel asked.
"Sort of," I responded. "Basically."
Rachel nodding, thinking she understood.
Rachel was really hungry, so I made her eggs and bacon with some of the last of my fresh supplies, explaining I was trying to eat my way through the perishable food first.
"I haven't had eggs in weeks," she responded.
As she wolfed down the food I had prepared, Rachel explained that she was a nurse. During the initial outbreak, she was moved to the emergency room to try to help to treat the incoming cases of people at first described as "going crazy." It took a few of her colleagues getting bitten, over a few days, and then coming down with the illness to understand this was something different. Rabies were suspected for a while, but new cases kept showing up, more and more poor souls out of their minds and requiring restraints. Police officers, the families of those first effected, and then ambulance crews kept getting sick. The staff was using the "Z" word long before public officials started using it.
One of Rachel's bosses told her to go home and rest for 24 hours, otherwise she would have probably been in the hospital when several patients escaped their confinement and the outbreak overwhelmed the building. She and her boyfriend hid in their apartment, a heavy dresser pushed up against the front door, listening to some of their neighbors lose their minds, until their own supplies ran out. Then her boyfriend started scavenging around their building and neighborhood for food.
As she talked, I couldn't help studying the only person I had spoken to in months. She seemed genuine, and forthright, telling her story openly and directly, without any obvious evasion. She also seemed nice, and a little shy. I was quick to notice that she was pretty, and seemed fit, like she ran or did yoga a lot. She was a little shorter, around 5'5", with big breasts that only seemed average because they were much smaller than Sally's, I would guess a small C cup.
"So how long you been here by yourself?" Rachel asked.
I explained about my parents going away, as we cleaned up from the meal and Rachel helped me wash the dishes. I told her I had been alone since back before the tv stopped working, but added that I had something to show her, and guided her downstairs to the store's dry storage room.
When I slowly opened the door, Rachel exclaimed, "holy shit!" in surprise. "Who is this?"
"A classmate of mine from high school," I explained. "I saw her shuffling along in front of the store about two months ago now, and I grabbed her."
"Why is she naked?" Rachel asked.
"It's easier than dressing her," I replied. Sally hissed through her gag, straining towards us as if to emphasize the point.
"Fair enough," Rachel responded. After a moment, she added, "You haven't been... fooling around with her, have you?"
I sighed. "I've been alone here for months with no internet, tv, or even radio. I've been very careful."
Rachel looked at me and then looked at Sally the Zombie. "Something is wrong with her," Rachel said.
"Yeah, no shit. She's a zombie," I quipped.
"No, I mean..." Rachel said, hesitating before she continued. "She looks too good. You've been feeding her and giving her water, and cleaning her?"
"Yeah, so what?"
"Have you seen a lot of the zombies out there?" Rachel asked.
"I've seen several from the window upstairs," I replied, unsure where she was going with this.
"You said your friend has been like this for months," Rachel explained. "I've seen someone turn into a zombie and fall apart within a week. Their skin starts to fall off, they get nicked up and bleed all over the place. Their hair falls out and they lose limbs. It's not like in the movies, if you wound them too badly they eventually bleed out. They lose a leg and most of the time they just stop moving. You don't have to shoot them in the head to kill them, sometimes they just fall to pieces. Other than your friend's eyes and face, she looks normal, like she was infected yesterday. Something is off, maybe it happens but I've never seen a person be a zombie for weeks and look so good."
"So what are you saying?" I asked.
The answer, apparently, was to stop fucking Sally. Rachel seemed equally disappointed and disgusted with what I had been doing with Sally, and impressed that I had been cooking meals for a zombie and feeding her regularly. At first, Rachel suggested moving Sally to a bedroom upstairs, but I insisted that was impractical and likely impossible. So Rachel set up a makeshift rubber mattress on the floor of the store room, had me tie Sally in a laying position, and we covered her with blankets.
Over the next few days we fed Sally and gave her water, Rachel set up a bed pan and we worked together to keep her clean. Rachel helped me out around the house, both of us keeping an eye on the street for threats and for her boyfriend. Rachel helped with the meals. But Rachel also spent most of her time watching over Sally.
After two days of Rachel sitting with Sally for hours, there was no noticeable change. The young blonde tried to bite Rachel every chance she got. I was almost certain that Rachel just missed being a nurse, or was desperate to try to help someone, and she was making a stupid mistake. Sally had been a zombie for months, why would blankets and water help her?
But then Sally got a high fever. The drugstore thermometer we had said her temperature was hovering just below 103 degrees. She trembled a lot, like she was shivering, and for the first time I could remember she seemed to fall into a kind of sleep. It was extremely odd being in a room with Sally the Zombie without her constantly trying to bite me. In response, Rachel covered Sally with heavy blankets and fed her more water.
Sally's skin started pouring sweat, like she was a bag full of water and all the liquid inside was leaking out. We both recognized something was happening, and I started helping Rachel. While Sally slept fitfully in her restraints, I carefully and gently cleaned the pooling sweat from her skin with a damp towel.
It was a little vexing, going from fucking this hot blonde every day to jerking off to old copies of dirty magazines. And now I was wiping away the sweat from her smooth, pale skin and cleaning the large swells of her breasts. But I also knew that if Rachel somehow turned Sally back into her old self, gently cleaning her skin might just be the start of a much greater penance that I owed my former classmate.
Sometime on the second day of that high fever, I was giving Sally a gentle sponge bath with hot water, when I looked over my shoulder and found Rachel watching me.
"You keeping an eye on me?" I asked.
"A little bit, yeah," Rachel admitted. "No offense but you had been using Sally as a toy just a few days ago. I'm not judging what you did, at least not yet, but you can't keep doing that. Something is happening with her."
"I know that," I responded with a mix of irritation and shame. "I stopped. I'll help you take good care of her."
"I know," Rachel responded gently, trying to avoid a confrontation. "In a way, we may both owe you our lives."
Wanting to change the subject, I asked, "So what's happening to her? What did you do to her?"
"I'm not completely sure," Rachel admitted. "Rest and a lot of fluids usually go a long way to helping a body recover from illness, but this is something different. I gave her a lot of water, more than you had been feeding her I suspect. That first day I tried some doses of aspirin and ibuprofen, and not much changed. I think this had something to do with the Benadryl, antihistamine, that I gave her the third day."
"You think the Zombie Virus can be cured with allergy medicine?" I asked skeptically.
"Well, what is a 'Zombie Virus?'" Rachel asked in response. "I worry that everyone has seen zombie movies, and so when people started acting like this, and it started spreading, most people assumed it was just like the movies. But I don't think this is voodoo magic, or the End of Days. I fear there is a scientific explanation and we're too used to pop culture to have reacted the right way."
"Look at the things we already know are wrong for this being a zombie outbreak from a movie," Rachel continued as I wiped the damp sponge over Sally's strong, bare thighs. "You can kill people who get whatever this is without having to shoot them in the head, I've seen it. If you even seriously wound one of them, they eventually bleed out and stop moving, they can die just from wounds. And they don't just want to eat your brains, they're insatiable for anything edible, Sally here even eats the vegetables you feed her. And all the zombie movies I've seen depict them as strong and relentless. You said Sally seemed much weaker than you expected, and I've seen that elsewhere too. I've seen one of these poor souls bang against a thin window pane for hours without breaking through."
"I don't know what this is," Rachel continued, "But I think it's a highly contagious virus or parasite of some sort that effects people's brains. And if it's not magic and has a cause, then maybe we can cure a person of it. Maybe not enough people got a chance to try curing this when this thing first started."
We kept up our routine with Sally for days. Rachel thought the fever might be a good thing, the body finally fighting back hard against the illness. Rachel kept giving Sally medicine from the store, feeding her and making her drink fluids, and I kept helping with the cleaning and cooking.
Four days into Sally's high fever, and I was in my room with the door locked, looking at porn I had saved on my computer. I had recently finished another session of bathing shapely Sally, and needed some relief from my arousal after getting extremely horny from wiping down her curvy, naked body.
I was just starting to get close to orgasm when there was a loud knock on my door, followed by Rachel's voice asking, "Connor, are you busy?"
"Um, yeah," I yelled back, slightly irritated. "Can you give me a few minutes or is this an emergency?"
"It's kind of urgent," Rachel responded, "Something with Sally, I need your help."
"Just give me a few minutes and I'll be out," I tried, my hand still wrapped around my hard cock.
"Are you masturbating in there?" Rachel asked.
"What?!" I yelled in response. "Why would you ask me that?"
"Well you just gave Sally a bath and what else would you be doing in there with the door locked?"
"God, Rachel..."
"Any chance you could hit pause and come help me for a few minutes?"
"Hit pause?!!"
"Okay, open the door. Please. Just open the door."
Now really irritated and decently frustrated, I got up and opened my door just a crack.
Rachel was careful to not try to peep in as she asked, "How close are you to finishing? I could really use your help right now."
"I was getting close but I need a few minutes," I responded exasperated.
"Can I help?" Rachel asked, a touch of contrived innocence in her voice.
"WHAT?!" was all I managed in response.
"You've been sweet, and it must be hard for you to bathe Sally and not get to mess around, no pun intended, I understand. So I help you cum real quick and then you help me with Sally?" Rachel shot out quickly, the words coming from her in rapid fire.
"Are you serious?" I asked
Rachel responded by pushing on the door, and I let her. Her eyes quickly sized up my hand, covered in lotion, gripping the base of my rigid pole.
"Nice dick," Rachel replied to my question. "You think a handjob from me would help speed things along?"
"Rachel, this is too weird..." I began.
"Fine," Rachel responded, sounding somewhere between exasperated and miffed. "But I need your help now. So either finish up in the next minute or stuff that back in your pants and come downstairs with me."
I stood there for a heartbeat, Rachel pointedly staring into my eyes instead of at my exposed erection. I sighed heavily and stuffed my hard cock back into my pants.
Any concern Rachel may have been faking an emergency quickly dissipated when she ran down the stairs, forcing me to run to catch up with her. When we got to the storeroom, we found Sally laying on the wet floor, covered in some sort of black and greenish liquid.
"We've got to get her cleaned up," Rachel instructed.
As I went for the hose I asked, "What is this? Is this contagious?"
"I don't know, but it doesn't look good," Rachel replied. "Some of it looks like old, coagulated blood."
"Is it coming out of her mouth or..."
"Looks like both, unfortunately," Rachel responded with a grimace.
Not wanting to get any of the gross looking goop on us, it took almost ten minutes to clean it off Sally. We hosed as much as we could off of her before wiping her clean with rags. After getting interrupted while jerking off, it was difficult not to linger as I wiped the wet cloth rag over Sally's big, heavy breasts. But Rachel was making it very clear that she was keeping a careful eye on me, so I finished wiping Sally's light pink nipples and moved on to her neck and cheeks.
I was dabbing at Sally's lips when her eyes fluttered open. I was about to jump backwards to avoid the snapping teeth I knew would follow, when I noticed that the dead look in her eyes was gone. They were hazy, a cloudy version of her old sparkling blue.
"Connor?" Sally asked weakly through the gag in her mouth.
I still can't explain why I did it, but after a brief moment of stunned silence, I burst into tears. I sobbed heavily and I cradled Sally's Head against my chest.
Chapter 5: A New Mission
It was another three days before Sally was strong and coherent enough again to stand, and then another few days of Rachel helping Sally to walk before she could move around on her own.
Rachel and I agreed early on that she would take over most of the caring for Sally. Sally was taller and much more shapely than my mom, but Rachel found her some loose clothes that kind of fit. We also agreed that Rachel could tell Sally everything that had happened. Sally moved out of the storage room and into my parent's bedroom with Rachel.
I was putting together some dinner for the three of us when Sally walked into the kitchen. It was the first time we were alone, and I stood over the stove unsure what to do.
"Hey Connor," Sally said quietly.
"Hey Sally," I responded.
"Can I ask you something?" she began without looking at me.
"Sure, anything," I replied tentatively.
"I mean.... I'm super grateful no matter what," the buxom blonde said hesitantly, finally looking up at me. "I would be dead or who knows what if you hadn't grabbed me. But... I'm kind of wondering why you did it. Like, why take the risk? Is it because you were... planning to do things with me, or did you like me or something?"
I sighed and responded quickly, "Look, first of all, I had no intentions of... doing the stuff I ended up doing with you. I had no idea that was even possible. Honestly, I'm not totally sure why I decided to grab you off the street, it was a split second decision. I was alone and scared and a little bored, and I recognized you and you didn't look like you were in bad shape, so I grabbed you. I had no plans other than taking care of you a little and studying what happened to see what I could learn about... you know... zombies."
She smiled, a bright smile that lit up her face, and said, "Well I guess you learned a lot."
Returning her smile, I offered, "I guess I did."
We stood there for a few moments in a somewhat awkward but comfortable silence. I could tell Sally was digesting what I had said.
I broke the silence with, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Sally responded, smiling slightly again.
"How much do you remember?" I asked.
She thought carefully for a second before responding, "I don't remember you grabbing me. I don't remember much. It's like, when I've had a really bad fever before, I wake up when I'm better and I remember flashes of things, but it's hard to tell if it's even really memories or something I dreamed. It's a lot like that now."
Sally continued slowly, "I remember stumbling around outside, being just desperately hungry. Ravenously hungry. Rachel says that's interesting. I remember you hosing me down more than once, and the water feeling very cold but the clean feeling very good afterwards. I remember you feeding me some cooked ground beef, and how delicious the saltiness of the meat felt in my mouth." Her blue eyes looked directly into mine as she went on. "I have a memory of you pushing my breasts together, and rubbing your hard cock back and forth between them until your hot cum sprayed all over my chest. I remember how hot your cum felt. And I remember cumming at least twice, really hard, while you fucked me I remember the orgasm feeling so strong that it felt like my mind was melting, that my whole body was on fire. And I remember being so frustrated that I couldn't bite you."
My heart was racing by the time Sally finished, she was standing maybe a foot in front of me, studying my reaction. And then she turned and walked out of the kitchen.
There was a lot of awkwardness in the house after Sally and I first talked. We barely spoke to each other after that, and never alone, though we always smiled at each other and both acted very friendly. There was just something big between us that we couldn't get past.
It was also not easy being cooped up in the house with two very attractive women, the 18 year old busty Sally and the pretty and petite Rachel. I had to find a way to sneak off and jerk off at least once a day, usually at night before bed, though I was terrified of Rachel walking in on me again after she busted in on me that first time.
The routine of keeping an eye out for danger, organizing our supplies, and making sure the house was secure was helpful in keeping us distracted. We saw more and more scavengers in the streets, usually groups of three or four, and looking more and more desperate. They had a hungry, mean look about them, quick to kill any of the walking zombies they stumbled past. One even drove a truck with a snarling, angry zombie tied to the hood.
One group showed up and made an effort to get through the iron gate over our storefront. The ladies and I banged on the wooden boards over the windows, howling and moaning as if there were a horde of zombies inside. The scavengers abandoned their efforts and no one else tried that again.
Maybe two weeks after Sally's recovery, Rachel asked that we have a house meeting during lunch. While we ate, she said, "I think we need to take another zombie off the street and see if we can duplicate what we did with Sally. There are people out there, stumbling around the streets, and we might be able to help them. I can't do it without Connor, so I'm asking what you guys think."
"Well it's really dangerous," I offered, "So we'd have to be really careful."
"But you're saying you think we could try it?" Rachel asked.
"Sally was weak but she still almost got me a few times," I explained. "We'd have to be very careful about who we choose, make sure it's someone we can handle, and make sure no one else sees us out on the street."
Rachel looked thoughtful, and Sally chimed in with, "I think I would be dead right now if Connor hadn't taken me off the street. So I say we should help more people if we can, and I'll help however I can."
We talked more, made some preparations, and then lay in wait watching the street. The first few zombies that passed were a mess, skin hanging off in places, missing ears, some even missing a limb. It wasn't until day two that we spotted a possible target, an older woman with gray hair shuffling down the street.
Our target proved easy to snatch, and not too difficult to get cleaned. But after two days of care, she died. She was too weak, and feeding her never seemed to improve her strength. Rachel was devastated, sobbing at first and then crying for hours afterwards. Sally seemed horrified by the whole experience, especially trying to keep from getting bitten while shredding the woman's clothes and trying to clean the mud and grime off of her.
My roommates requested we burry the woman behind the building, which seemed dangerous if not impossible. In the end we covered her with bricks and other loose material, which was much quicker. We seriously debated whether to even try again.
Three days later Sally was watching the street and spotted a young woman bumping into walls as she walked. She was in such relatively good shape that Sally wasn't even sure at first if she was a zombie. She was rail thin, very fair skin with wispy blonde hair and light blue eyes.
Snatching her off the street took longer than we wanted, she was on the opposite side when I grabbed her and put up a fight pulling her through our doorway. Cleaning her up took over an hour, we had to restrain her tightly and she would not stop trying to bite us. I couldn't help myself from noticing that her B cup breasts seemed fuller and larger than they initially appeared from under her worn T-shirt, and her nipples were so pale they almost blended with her skin. She would have had a very pretty face, delicate with high cheek bones where Sally and Rachel both had round faces, except her constantly snapping teeth and dead eyes filled me with more fear than arousal.
Sally remarked that she recognized the young woman, she was three or four years ahead of us at our high school. Once she was cleaned, I fed our new captive some grilled chicken. She inhaled her food, but shortly after defecated all over the floor and her legs, requiring another round of cleaning.
I was in the bathroom in my bedroom, showering after the clean up, when there was a knock at the door. "Yes?" I called over the sound of the falling water.
To my great surprise, Sally walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. "Sally!" I yelled, "I'm taking a shower! I'm naked in here."
"I've seen you naked before," she responded, "in a lot more compromising of a position than this one."
"What do you need?" I asked. "Is something wrong?"
"I have another question," she began. I was almost done and turned off the water so I could hear her better, but I stayed turned away from her to hide my private parts. "You did all that for me, didn't you?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You hauled me off the street, you cleaned me up. And you didn't even have Rachel with you, you were alone," Sally said softly. "You fed me for weeks, and cleaned me up when.. I messed the floor like she just did. You kept me clean and fed and alive by yourself for weeks."
"Yeah," I replied, still not totally sure where she was going with this.
Sally pulled open the shower curtain, placed a hand lightly on my dripping wet chest, leaned forward, and kissed me. I had never kissed her before, far too dangerous when she was a zombie. After an initial moment of surprise, I closed my eyes and soaked in the feeling of her lips pressed against mine, soft and sweet. I realized she had never done anything to me before, she had always been passive, but she pressed her lips firmly against mine for a moment before pulling back.
"Thank you," she said very quietly, her blue eyes searching mine.
If I had thought logically about what was happening, events would have gone in a completely different direction. I would have overthought things, or hesitated. But caught completely off guard in the moment, my reaction was to place my hand softly against Sally's soft cheek and pull her in for another kiss.
Our first kiss had been soft and sweet. Our second kiss was full of passion and eagerness. My tongue pressed against her lips, and when her lips parted, I drove hard into her warm mouth. Our tongues swirled wetly as our lips pressed firmly against each other. Sally's hand on my chest slid around to my back, and as her tongue pressed into my mouth she pulled me closer.
Turning towards Sally, and drawing her towards me, my exposed erection bumped into her stomach. Sally looked down at my thick, rock hard cock, looked up at me with a smile, and dropped to her knees.
In one smooth motion, Sally wrapped her hands around the base of my hard member and swallowed my engorged tip. As she swirled her tongue around the fat head of my dick, I moaned loudly in arousal. Sally had never done anything to me before, I had only done things to her, and it blew my mind that she would give me a blowjob. Sally's head began bobbing up and down on my pole, her blonde hair swinging back and forth behind her as her hot, sucking mouth slid up and down the sensitive skin of my erect pole. Sally paused to swirl her tongue around my tip again, and I thought about how many times I had fantasized about this happening, and how it felt so much better than I had ever imagined.
I was already turned on from cleaning our newest house guest, and was basically always horny being in this house with two attractive women. My balls were already tingling from Sally's sucking cheeks sliding over my throbbing cock, and watching her blonde head eagerly gobbling up my pole.
"Oh Sally, this feels amazing," I tried to warn. "I'm going to cum."
The buxom blonde responded by pulling on my cock with her hand, gripping me tightly as her soft fingers joined her slippery mouth moving up and down my pole. The sensation overwhelmed me, Sally's hot, wet mouth sucking on my sensitive skin while her hand worked to milk me along with her soft lips. Her blonde hair bobbed, back and forth, tickling my thighs, and when her tongue swirled over the fat head of my dick again, I lost it.
It was all I could manage to stay standing as I came hard into Sally's eager, sucking mouth. My orgasm blasted up from my toes, shooting through my trembling legs, and set fire to my groin before bursting out of my cock in spurt after spurt of hot cum. Sally happily swallowed my heavy load and shot after shot of cum erupted between her smiling lips.
When Sally was done swallowing, suckling softly with her wet mouth, I was still tingling as she stood and smiled at me. She may have been done but I wasn't.
I pulled her shirt over her head, and once she understood what I was doing, she helped shrug herself free of her top and shed her bra. Sally drew her shoulders back so her big, full breasts were on display before me. I dove straight in with my mouth, clamping gently onto one of her smallish pink nipples. Sally gasped as my hot mouth and wet tongue made contact with her sensitive skin. She placed her hands behind my head and drew me more firmly against her bosom, as my wet tongue slathered back and forth over her sensitive nipple. I suckled on the tip of her teat, causing her to arch her back and push more of her smooth, slippery tit flesh into my mouth. My left hand went to her free tit, running my thumb lightly over the tip and then palming her big boob gently. I marveled at the firm, substantial weight of her big breast, hefting it with my hand.
Sally moaned deeply as I switched to licking and sucking her other nipple. My tongue slathered wetly all over the smooth, pale skin of her breast. Then the next few moments were a blur, me half pushing and half guiding Sally towards my bed. She went willingly, and I was still dripping water as we fell into my sheets.
Sally had expected more kissing, but instead I kissed my way down her flat stomach. As my tongue trailed between her legs, she briefly protested, but her protests turned into a soft moan when I began licking at the outer folds of her eager pussy. I explored her womanhood with the probing tip of my tongue, lifting and licking her pussy lips. She had a lightly musky taste, and I could tell from her leaking juices that she was extremely aroused.
Sally's moans became loud and long when my mouth covered the top off her pussy and my tongue playfully probed the edges of her clit. As my tongue circled the outer edges of her most sensitive spot, Sally arched her back deeply and then moaned again when I began brushing directly over the tip of her excited little nub. I began alternating between suckling on Sally's little clit with my hot mouth and lips and flicking my tongue rapidly right over her most sensitive spot. Sally was moaning in earnest now, her head tossing back and forth as I suckled her clit and toyed with her button with my wet tongue.
I could feel Sally's shapely thighs tensing around my head and slathered more wetly and firmly against her hard clit. I slipped two fingers into her hot, dripping wet pussy, and had barely begun finger fucking her tight hole when she came on my tongue, squealing her ecstasy, her firm body trembling as I steadily lapped at her clit.
As she regained her breath, I moved up to lay on the sheets next to Sally, surprised to find myself firmly erect once again, but content to admire the flushed cheeks and satisfied expression on my buxom, blonde companion.
My erection brushed against Sally's hip, and her blue eyes slowly fluttered open. "You're hard again," she said, admiring my swollen member.
"Yes, and very happy to be here with you," I responded.
"I want you to fuck me," Sally said matter-of-factly.
"You sure?" I asked skeptically.
She smiled and spread her legs wider in response. I didn't need any more encouragement. As I settled myself between Sally's shapely legs, I couldn't help but admire the amazing sight beneath me. Her fair, round cheeks were slightly flushed with arousal, her blue eyes sparkling with a hint of satisfied lethargy. She was still breathing rapidly from her orgasm, her smooth, pale stomach rising and falling with her breathing. She wrapped her creamy, shapely thighs around me as my hips settled atop hers. And of course her gorgeous breasts. They were big, round, firm, with little light pink nipples resting atop them, like huge dollops of cream deposited atop her chest and capped with cherries. I had cum before just from admiring those breasts.
My cock was rock hard, and as I pressed my fat cock head against Sally's wet outer folds, I realized I had never before fucked her without a condom. She made no move to stop me as I slowly thrust my hips forward, driving my hard on into her wet pussy. Sally's sex was tight, but so sopping wet that my thick dick slid inside her easily. She was so hot and tight and wet, I relished every inch of her slippery pussy walls as I fed my cock into her young body.
I was so turned on, I quickly went to fucking her, bucking my hips and sliding my cock into her pussy to the hilt in long, quick motions. Sally responded by arching her back, thrusting her breasts towards me. I couldn't stop myself from leaning down and sucking on one of her little, pink nipples as I fucked her, slathering her teat with my wet tongue while I drove my cock home inside of her over and over and over again.
I realized with surprise that I wasn't going to last long, even though I had already cum. Sally's tight, wet pussy was gripping my hard dick in the best way possible, milking my excited pole. And just as stimulating was the sight of Sally's nubile body beneath me, her pretty, sweaty face smiling up at me, her big boobs swinging back and forth on her chest from the force of my fucking, her blue eyes alive with happiness.
"I'm going to cum," I warned Sally, expecting her to be disappointed.
"Ooh, yes," she responded with encouragement. "Try not to cum in my pussy, where else do you want to cum?"
I was still thrusting my thick cock in and out of her tight hole, so only had a moment to think as I felt the delicious orgasm approaching.
"Can I fuck your tits?" I asked
"Of course," Sally replied with a bright smile, her blue eyes twinkling, "Fuck my tits and cum between them."
I pulled out and was thrilled when Sally lay flat on her back and pushed her tits together from the side. Just seeing the beautiful blonde submit willingly to my desires sent a tingle throughout my body. I spit on my cock, adding my saliva to her pussy juices, straddled her stomach, and then pressed my cock into the tunnel between Sally's tits. The feeling was incredible, Sally's smooth tit flesh pressing all around my cock, the sensitive skin of my dick rubbing against the warm skin of her firm breasts. Sally squeezed her boobs together, and her breasts gripped my meat more tightly as I slid my cock in and out between her melons. The visual of my hard meat disappearing between her big, round mounds was just as stimulating.
"I'm going to cum," I warned again.
"Yes, give me that cum," Sally begged.
Just then the door to my bedroom opened, and Rachel shouldered her way into the room again. "Connor, are you jerking off in here again?" Rachel asked.
I was too close to stop. One more thrust and I came hard, a short, sharp, and undeniably intense orgasm racked my body. I was looked straight into Rachel's brown eyes as I came, my hard cock shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into the tunnel of Sally's tit flesh while I watched confusion and then interest flash across Rachel's pretty face. Sally just froze, not moving a muscle as my cock came between her tits, my white cum oozing our over the tops of her breasts and pooling in the hollow of her neck.
"Oh, sorry," Rachel said hurriedly before slipping back out the door.
"Why doesn't she ever knock?" I asked, and Sally laughed.
I helped Sally clean up in my shower, and as she put her clothes back on, I asked, "So how did I deserve this?"
Sally gave me a very serious look, her deep blue eyes studying mine, and she responded, "You did a really good thing for me, and you still are." She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the cheek, as she finished, "And I can't stop thinking about all those great orgasms you gave me when I was sick."
Chapter 6: Searching for Help
The next day, it was clear that our newest guest was getting better. Rachel was feeding her steady doses of Benadryl and lots of water. The new zombie girl had closed her eyes and fallen asleep, and though she still sometimes snapped at us she was becoming more peaceful.
I was in the storeroom with Rachel, helping to clean the young woman. She was laying on a tarp atop some cushioning, restrained spread eagle on the floor. Rachel and I had cleaned up the last mess she made, pissing all over herself, and I had shifted to carefully washing the woman's skin with a wet sponge while Rachel cradled her head carefully feeding her some energy drink.
When I started washing the blonde woman's young breasts with the sponge, Rachel started watching me more carefully.
"Why don't you trust me?" I asked Rachel pointedly, the irritation evident in my voice. Rachel looked up and saw that I had seen her watching me. "I know I fooled around with Sally, but that was before I knew she could get better. I haven't done anything since I learned someone could recover from whatever this is."
"I know," Rachel responded. She said nothing more for several moments, just sat there in silence carefully not looking at me, before she continued. "It's just that you had a woman tied up in your storeroom and were... getting off on her. It's hard for me to get past that."
"I didn't know she was still in there, mentally," I said heatedly. "If you don't trust me, don't ask me to help keep this new girl clean, you and Sally can do it."
"I get that," Rachel started.
But I was upset and cut her off. "If anyone should be worried, it's me," I continued. "This is my house I let you in, stranger, and you can't seem to stop busting into my room without knocking first."
"I know, I'm sorry about that," Rachel admitted.
"Why do you keep doing it?" I demanded. "You think I'm some kind of sex fiend or something?"
"No," Rachel responded. After another long pause she continued, "It's just... we're two, less powerful women in here with you. From the little of what I've seen on the outside, it's nasty and dangerous out there. With what you did with Sally.... it's just hard to be totally trusting. You could overpower us and do whatever you wanted if you wanted."
"Well I trusted you enough to bring you in here, a stranger off the streets," I retorted. "And now I'm trusting that you know how best to deal with these poor, sick people and whatever is happening to them. You say restrain her and keep her clean and I'm doing it. If you still don't trust me enough to trust I won't abuse her while I'm cleaning her, then don't ask."
"You're right," Rachel replied. "I'm sorry. I'm trying, I really am."
After a minute I said, "It's okay. Thanks for apologizing."
We continued what we were doing, and when I started putting away the sponge and other bathing supplies, Rachel spoke up to say, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," I replied.
"Don't you get really turned on wiping down a naked girl like this? She seems attractive, doesn't running your hands all over her body make you horny?" Rachel asked.
"Of course," I admitted, "But if I get turned on I just go take care of it quietly in the room."
Rachel nodded with understanding and said, "I guessed that's what you did, which is why I offered to help if you wanted. I thought it was a little unfair to ask you to do this and then you have to go deal with it by yourself."
"Haven't you gotten yourself off since you got here?" I asked.
Rachel hesitated before saying, "We'll yes, once or twice. But I feel kind of guilty about it."
"Why?" I asked.
"My boyfriend is out there somewhere, and I'm in here pleasuring myself," she replied.
"Well I think it's totally natural, just something you have to do and it makes you feel better," I offered. "And if you ever need help, just let me know."
Two days later, our newest guest was weak and woozy, but back in control of herself and talking to us. Her name was Bridgett, and she was a 21 year old college student. When the outbreak started, she and her roommate decided to shelter in their apartment. But after their school closed and supplies started to run low, they changed their minds and started planning to run for Bridgett's parents house. Bridgett remembered preparing all the supplies they could find in their apartment that might be useful for the journey, but she remembered nothing after that. She had no idea what happened to her roommate, how she had made it back to her hometown, and only snippets of her time as a zombie, stumbling outdoors feeling ravenously hungry and freezing cold at night.
Bridgett quickly settled into the routine of our house, watching the street, cleaning the house, and preparing meals. I should have anticipated that she and Sally would become fast friends, having survived similar horrible experiences. I would often find them talking quietly together, both would stop and look at me and smile when I entered the room, but they wouldn't start talking again until I left.
At dinner, three days after Bridgett came out of her illness, she and Sally announced they had something important to say while we were all eating dinner.
"We have to do something more to help the zombies out there," Bridgett started emphatically.
"There's so many people stumbling around and it doesn't seem like the rest of the people who are okay know that the zombies can be saved," Sally chimed in.
"And we don't know what's going on away from this block. We don't know if other people know this isn't like a zombie movie. The zombies aren't monsters, they're just sick and they need our help. We can't just keep hiding here knowing what we know." Bridgett added.
"So what do you propose?" I asked.
"Sally and I will go look for help," Bridgett stated as if it had already been decided. "We'll try to see if there's a police station or hospital out there that can help us."
"It can't be you two," I responded. "Too dangerous. Evil people might be looking for two young women out alone on the street."
"And we don't know what happened to you two that got you sick in the first place," Rachel added.
"We'll prepare tomorrow and then I'll go out the day after that and see what I can find," I suggested.
"I'll go with you," Rachel added.
"No, too dangerous," I tried.
"Much safer to have someone to watch your back," Rachel stated, "And if something happened to you we would have no idea if you were out there alone."
We debated and argued for the next thirty minutes, but the plan had been laid out in that initial discussion. We decided Rachel and I would go to try to find help, and at least spread the word that the people who had turned into zombies could be saved.
I had no idea what to expect when we left my house. Rachel had worn baggy clothes and a baseball cap to hide from a distance that she was a woman. There were more zombies on the streets than I had feared, and each made a bee line towards us when they spotted us. But they moved rather slowly, and there weren't so much that we couldn't dart around them as needed. It was easier to walk around, if we were careful, than I had expected. We started creeping along the walls of building to avoid being spotted, but quickly realized it was safer to walk down the middle of the street, where it was easier to spot a zombie coming towards you.
We headed for a fire station near our house, and then an urgent care. Both were overrun, empty shells, windows broken and zombies shuffling in and out. They made me realize the combination of the metal gate and wooden boards had saved my family's store, the zombies couldn't get through the gate to break the windows, and with the boards hiding the inside they weren't drawn to the store.
After the urgent care, the next nearest building was a police station several blocks away. I was relieved to spot it guarded by two armed men wearing badges, and Rachel and I headed towards the structure. Although we were quickly welcomed inside, the police station turned out to be a scene from some particularly grim horror movie.
Two men introduced themselves as in charge, I think one of them was named Officer White or something like that. I think his first name was Tyler. It turned out only three of the twenty men taking shelter at the fortified police station had been cops there. The rest referred to themselves as a militia, I think their name was something cheesy like Neighborhood Avengers or something.
The men peppered us with questions, whether we had supplies, where we were located, and how we had managed to survive this long. They were sheltering four other people they called "civilians," an elderly couple, a girl of about six, and a young man in his early twenties. Only the elderly couple was related. But those were far from the only people in the station.
We were shown a back area that had previously been used as a jail, with four cells. In one cell was an older male zombie, totally falling apart. Her was missing an eye, and one of his legs had been broken at some point so he hobbled around in an awkward shuffle that was painful to watch. The second cell had a young, busty woman tied spread eagle on the floor. I had a painful flashback to how I had restrained Sally, painful because I now knew she had been alive inside that snapping shell of a body, and this woman was alive too. The woman would have been pretty when she was alive, with long red hair, green eyes, and a sexy, shapely body. It was clear from the red marks between her large breasts and puffy pussy lips that the men were using her body for their pleasure. That though caused me another deep pang of regret.
In cell three were two women bound to opposite sides of the cell, arms tied sticking straight out from their sides, feet spread wide apart. One woman was an older blonde lady, maybe in her forties, with heavy, sagging breasts. The other was maybe in her twenties, slim with small tits. The fourth cell was very full, with four shuffling females, barely enough space to move around with the four of them in there.
Rachel immediately tried to explain that we had learned how to heal the zombies and get them back to their human selves. The militia men laughed uproariously at the suggestion.
"Lady, we tried for weeks to turn our sergeant back into a person again. That's him in the first cell," one of their leaders explained. "We fed him, we gave him medicine, hell we washed and clothed him. He never did anything except try to bite us."
Rachel tried explaining to the armed men that you needed to keep the zombies fed and very warm, in addition to some antihistamines, but they didn't seem to want to hear it. There was fear in the old couple's eyes, and the man looked at me and shook his head slightly, as if warning me not to argue.
"Let's get out of here," I told Rachel, but she wanted to plead with the men that they only had to follow a few simple steps and their mindless prisoners would return to their healthy selves.
She was getting forceful in her arguments, and getting nowhere, so I finally had to put my hand on her arm and whisper, "They have their hands on their guns now."
The realization made Rachel stop abruptly, and I again thanked our hosts for letting us talk to them but said it was time for Rachel and I to be getting back home.
"Probably a good idea," Officer White said. "And you're welcome to stay or go, it's still a free country as far as we know. But we want to offer you the chance to fuck Red before you go."
"Excuse me," I asked, not comprehending at all what he was saying.
"Maybe you and your girlfriend here are an item, but a man has needs and Red here is great for helping with those," Office White explained crudely, indicating that he was referring to the woman with red hair tied to the floor in the second cell. "You can do whatever you want with her, hell, put it in her ass if that's your thing. No red blooded man in these times could refuse an offer like that."
"You can't be serious," I responded.
Officer White stepped closer to me, his voice almost a low growl as he continued, "We need to know you're one of us. Just cum somewhere on her, we won't watch, we're not fags... not that we're against gay people, but still. We won't watch, you do your thing, and after you drop your cum on her you're free to leave."
I didn't want to ask what would happen if I couldn't cum.
The militia men left the cell room and closed the door behind them. Rachel quickly turned to me and said, "This situation is totally fucked up."
"No shit," I replied.
"I'll give you a blowjob or a handjob or something and then we can get out of here," Rachel offered, more than a little panic and concern evident in her voice.
"No," I responded quickly. "They have some camera or window or something. They're watching us."
"Well, do you think you can do it?" Rachel asked.
"I think I can," I replied.
I entered the cell with Red and checked her bonds, while Rachel waited outside. Satisfied that the redhead was sufficiently restrained, I took off my pants. I had not been expecting this situation, and my member was nowhere near hard. I tried stroking myself a few times, looking down at the pair of big, round breasts beneath me, but my cock was far from excited. I couldn't help but look into the dead green eyes of this woman, the dirty rag tied between her teeth, and think of Sally and what I had done to her.
"What can I do?" Rachel whispered urgently. "Should we tell those guys to fuck off, we're leaving?"
"I can do this," I replied quietly. Rachel watching me struggle through this was the least weird part of the insane situation.
I pressed the sides of Red's big, firm breasts together, wrapping my half hard dick in the tunnel of smooth, hot tit flesh. Her skin was so warm, even compared to my engorged cock. Ordinarily the sight of two big tits encompassing my dick would have gotten me rock hard, but in that setting it barely got me interested.
"Connor, look at me," Rachel urgently whispered. I turned my head to find her suggestively cupping her two big breasts through the loose fabric of the baggy, long sleeve shirt she was wearing. Rachel gently squeezed the round tops of her boobs in her small hands, making little dimples in her melons, and whispered, "If you cum for us now, I will let you fuck my tits when we get back."
I don't know why exactly, but Rachel talking dirty to me while I thrust my cock in and out of another woman's cleavage stirred something strong inside of me. I thrust a little more eagerly, feeling Red's smooth tit flesh sliding around my growing pole as Rachel's dark brown eyes fixed mine.
"That's right, Connor, that's it," Rachel encouraged, running her hands over the tops of her round breasts. "You can fuck my tits all you want when we get back. I'll let you do whatever you want to them, oil them up, suck on them, spit on them. Just cum on that girl's chest right now and you can cum between my tits all you want when we get home."
My hard manhood was up to full length and tingling with pleasure as I fucked Red's big, round melons and listened to Rachel's dirty talk. I let Red's tits fall to the side so I could spit more lubricant between her smooth globes, then pushed them tightly together again and resumed fucking her chest in earnest. I've always loved the sight of my big, hard dick disappearing into the tunnel between two big, firm tits.
"Yes Conner," Rachel continued, "I want you to fuck my chest, and I will beg for your cum." She began running over the tops of her breasts and weighing them with her hands just like I would. "I will beg for your cum, I want your hot cum all over my breasts so badly. I will beg for your cum as you fuck my tits. Cum on my tits Conner, I want you to cum on my tits!"
I had gone from unaroused to the precipice of orgasm in less than four minutes. As I pressed Red's firm tit flesh more tightly together, I looked at Rachel's eyes and watched the way she fondled her own breasts. I could feel Rachel's breasts wrapped around my hard cock, see Rachel looking up at me as I thrust my meat against her chest, hear Rachel's voice begging me as I plowed my pole between her tits.
"Cum on my breasts, Conner," Rachel pleaded. "I want your hot cum so bad, cum on my tits, Connor!"
A few more thrusts between Red's heavy, round tits and the orgasm blew through my body quickly. It was a long, scintillating burst of pleasure, and I kept fucking my cock against Red's smooth skin as I came, moaning through my climax. Most importantly, a thick stream of my white cum coated the valley between Red's tits after my orgasm, with one spurt of white spunk dribbling down her neck.
I knew those bastards had been watching us, and they were in the room whooping and clapping before I had even stuffed my cock back in my pants.
"Nice man," One if them said, "I knew you were one of us."
As the "militia" escorted Rachel and me out of their building, Officer White said, "If you need to come back, feel free. Just don't bring trouble with you. Remember, this plague is God's punishment. It's Hell on Earth out there."
The closest I had even seen to Hell on Earth was going on inside those jail cells.
Rachel and I had made it barely a block away, and were discussing the need to take a meandering route home to make sure nobody followed us, when one of the militia men surprised us coming out from around a corner. I initially expected some sort of fight, but was even more surprised to see he was dragging one of the zombie women from the fourth jail cell behind him.
"Please," he pleaded, "Please. If what you say is true, please take her with you and help her. She's my sister."
I hesitated, but Rachel grabbed the leash leading to the chain around the girl's neck without hesitation. The man thanked us and disappeared back the way he had come. Without having to drag the new zombie girl behind us, It would have taken 30 minutes to carefully walk home. Saddled with another zombie, and needing to avoid other zombies without letting her bite us, it took almost two hours and was near sunset when we finally returned.
Chapter 7: A Fight for Survival
Sally and Bridgett were extremely relieved when Rachel and I returned. After we got the new zombie secured in the storeroom, they were horrified by the story we told of what we had found. Bridgett was trembling with fear and sadness at the news that the help we had sought turned out to be more dangerous than the plague afflicting our city. I left out most of what I had to do with Red, and Rachel didn't comment on my omission.
Our newest rescue was a mess. Her skin had a slightly grey tint to it, and hung loosely over her arms and thighs. Rachel guesses that this girl had lost a lot of weight during her time as a zombie. Her teeth had also gone appallingly yellow, and her hair was a filthy mess. There were globs of sticky stuff in her hair, and we didn't want to even guess where that had come from.
After a week of Rachel's gentle and simple treatment, the new zombie was showing no signs of improving. During my seventh night of carefully bathing her and cleaning up the messes she had made on herself, I suggested to Rachel she might be too far gone to save. Rachel said we should give it another week at least, but when Sally and Bridgett found out about our discussion, they were angry and said we would do everything we could for as long as we needed until we were absolutely sure we couldn't help this girl.
Our semi-breakthrough happened one day while Rachel and I were again bathing our newest guest with buckets of hot water and sponges. The zombie was so clearly ill that it didn't arouse me to be running my wet sponge over her naked flesh. Having cleaned her up considerably, we could now tell that she had straight black hair, very fair skin, deep blue eyes, a thin frame, and small B cup breast, though she may have had a fuller, more athletic frame before she became ill. She was probably in her late twenties, though she could have been much older when looking at the wrinkles in her loose skin.
Rachel was carefully cleaning the girl's pubic area when she moaned. Both Rachel and I stopped, and looked at the girl's face. The zombie girl stopped gnashing her teeth for a moment, and her filmy blue eyes stared up at the ceiling.
"What did you do?" I asked.
"I must have brushed against something sensitive with the sponge," Rachel replied almost defensively before adding, "Have you ever heard her make a noise like that?"
"Nope," I replied, "Just angry wailing so far."
Rachel ran her wet sponge over the girl's sex, up and then down. The zombie's arms clearly tensed against the bonds holding her spread eagle to the floor, and her hips shook.
"Okay, this is too weird," Rachel said, standing up and taking a step back. "This is clearly new behavior, maybe it means something good, but... I'm not into girls, especially ones that are tied up."
"What do you think we should do?" I asked. We were almost done with the bath.
Rachel thought carefully for a while, and I waited patiently in silence until she said, "You should see if you can get her to respond more."
I won't bore you with too many details, because it was an incredibly awkward situation. In many ways it felt like pleasuring an old woman, because of the state her body was in, and it was extremely embarrassing how much the whole episode still aroused me.
At first I gingerly explored the woman's sex, and was surprised to find that she was a little wet down there. Even just running my fingers through her wet folds in search of her clit caused her to moan again, dead eyes still staring at the ceiling. Coated with her wetness, my fingers rubbed gently around the edges of her most sensitive spot. Eventually i found that she really enjoyed a steady circular motion around the edges of her clit, followed by a couple of light passes by my fingertips right over the top of her nub, before returning to the circles. The zombie girl strained at her bonds, what was left of her leg and thigh muscles tightening as I coaxed the pleasure from her with my fingers. When she came, not long after I had started, she let out a high pitched squeal and all her muscles seemed to tense and flex against the nylon ropes that were holding her.
I looked up at Rachel and her cheeks were flushed. She was breathing heavily. No words were said between us, we quickly dried our zombie guest with the towels we had brought, dropped our cleaning supplies at the wash area near the back of the store, and both headed up to my room.
Rachel pounced on me as soon as the door was shut, her soft lips pressing insistently against mine, and her hand wantonly grabbing at my crotch to confirm that my cock was rock hard and waiting for her.
We tore our clothes off each other, I don't even remember what we had been wearing. But moments after we entered my room, I was naked and she was wearing only her bra. I kissed my way down the soft, smooth skin of her neck, and she licked my ear before nibbling lightly at the strong muscles of my shoulder.
My hands cupped Rachel's big breasts, at first feeling for her nipples through the fabric of her bra, and then tearing the bra away so I could cup her smooth fit flesh in the palm of my hand. Her breasts were full and firm, only slightly smaller than Sally's, and with a bit more sag. When I leaned down to suck one of her pink nipples between my teeth, Rachel pulled my head into her body, gasping as I suckled happily on her teat.
I kissed my way down Rachel's flat stomach, intending that I would eat her pussy right there as she stood just inside my door, but apparently we both had the same idea. When we both dropped to our knees, there was a brief moment of light laughter before we ended up laying on our sides on the floor facing each other. I explored Rachel's sex with my fingers, surprised to find her completely shaved, and my tongue was soon searching for her clit. I felt her hot, wet mouth envelop my cock, her mouth sucking on my rigid manhood as her head moved back and forth around my pole. We spent less than a minute like that, Rachel blowing me while I lapped at her pussy with my wet tongue, because the angle was awkward.
I pulled Rachel's hips with my hands as I rolled onto my back, and coaxed her to roll atop me. Soon the shapely brunette was bobbing her head up and down, her soft cheeks sucking tightly against the tingling skin of my cock, while I ate her out. With her legs now spread on either side of me, I could close my mouth over her spread pussy, surrounding her sensitive clit with my wet mouth and suckling over her sensitive little bump. Rachel moaned deeply as she continued to blow me, her wet mouth trailing up and down my pole, as I suckled happily on her sex, flicking at her clit with my tongue.
Rachel released my cock with a pop and a loud moan, and then quickly spun herself atop me. She moved so fast I was caught off guard when I could feel her pussy welcoming my cock into her slippery love tunnel. She wasted no time impaling herself on my dick, my meat slipping happily inside her tight, wet walls. Rachel began bouncing up and down on my pole, setting at almost frantic pace with her feet planted on either side of my body and her legs pushing her up and down my hard cock. I reveled in the feeling of her wet pussy milking up and down my rod, her slippery, warm tunnel walls rubbing against my manhood in such a pleasurable sensation.
When I reached up with my hand and began gently playing with Rachel's heavy, swinging tits, running my rough palms over her nipples, she arched her back deeply and let out a loud moan.
"I'm close," she warned in a near whisper.
I took that as my cue to begin thrusting my hips upwards in powerful strokes, meeting her downward stroke with an upward pump, ramming my hard cock home deep inside her wet pussy. It was hard to match her quick pace, but I fucked her hard and fast, shoving my thick meat into her over and over. Her mouth formed an O, and then I could feel her whole body trembling as she came, her strong thighs shaking next to me, her arms and torso tensing.
The sight of her orgasming atop my cock pushed me into my own orgasm. A few more powerful thrusts as she crouched motionless over me, and then I was cumming too, pumping my hot cum deep into her warm pussy, my orgasm filling me with pleasure and curling my toes as my balls emptied their load deep inside Rachel.
As we lay in each other's arms afterwards, we agreed we should have fucked much sooner. We also pondered whether getting our zombie guest to orgasm would help with her recovery. Only much later would we learn that the zombie's arousal and orgasm was a symptom of her improving health, not a cause of the improvement.
For five days after I brought her to orgasm with my fingers, our newest guest showed steady signs of improvement. The pinkish color returned to her skin, she stopped trying to snap at us, and seemed to fall into a deep sleep. She also started eating less, and I noticed her nipples went from a very dull pink to an almost red color. Her body looked so much better that I got aroused cleaning her. Rachel helped me with a blowjob right in the storeroom after one bath, swallowing my cum as I orgasmed between her sucking lips. I immediately returned the favor by eating Rachel out and fingering her to her own orgasm. She did her best to muffle her moans of delight as she came on my finger, her juices flooding her pussy.
During the evening of the fifth day, two weeks after we had brought her into the house, we found the poor girl covered in black goo, just like Sally. Once again, it appeared to be coming out of both ends. We cleaned her up, trying not to vomit when the smelly goop started sticking to us like tar. We covered her with blankets for the night, and the next morning our newest member awoke, asked us where she was, and told us her name was Erin.
I did a quick review of our remaining supplies, with help from Sally and Bridgett. With five people to feed now, we decided we needed to ration our remaining supplies, and even with the rations, we had at most eight weeks of food remaining. The water had finally stopped flowing, but we had stored a significant amount in barrels around the store.
We agreed that we needed to try to do some foraging for supplies. While Erin was still slowly recovering and regaining her strength, Rachel and I went poking around the neighborhood. The first trip was a disaster, the neighborhood was well picked over, and we almost stumbled into a pair of zombies that got close to biting Rachel. We also came across what was either another scavenging party or a patrol from the militia at the police station, and hid in an empty store to avoid them.
The next few foraging trips were slightly more successful. We decided to target apartments, being very careful to avoid any zombies inside. While at most we would find a few canned goods and some flour or rice in an apartment, the apartments were more reliable for finding supplies and safer than the gutted and looted stores in the neighborhood.
The lack of supplies led us all to agree that we couldn't afford to try to save more zombies at the moment. It was going to be hard enough to feed the five of us and keep us all safe. Rachel almost broke the agreement when we came across a young boy zombie in one townhouse, he was probably 12 years old. But he proved too difficult for her to wrangle, and she was heartbroken for days afterwards that she couldn't save him.
Two weeks into foraging, we got in trouble. One of the militia patrols spotted us and apparently followed us back to my house. They initially demanded that we let them in, and when we refused, they recognized us. Then they demanded that we provide them supplies, calling it a "protection fee" as if they were doing anything to keep the zombies away from us. I politely refused, and after a terse exchange of words they left.
But they never really left. The next morning there was a guy lurking on the street corner, at the edge of what we could see from the upstairs window. He left at some point, but later that afternoon another man appeared, one I recognized from the police station, and he lingered on the street corner until the sun started to set.
In a small way it made me feel safer to have the men there. Nothing crazy like a tidal wave of zombies coming down the street would happen without the extra set of eyes on the street corner noticing. But they had made no effort to contact us, just watched. For all they knew it was just me and Rachel in the building. When a third man appeared on a closer street corner the next morning, standing so he was half hidden around the corner of a nearby building, we decided to start keeping watch over the watchers. At all times during daylight, at least one of us was assigned to sit at the window sill, out of view from the street, and keep an eye on our "protection."
On the third day of this new pattern, I was early into my midday shift watching out over the street when Bridgett entered the room and sat on my parent's bed, across from where I was sitting on the floor in front of the window.
Bridgett had been a little strange ever since she recovered from her zombification, which I was willing to allow without complaint. She had been through some ordeals. She rarely talked, except when she and Sally were alone, and often floated silently in and out of rooms, barely making a noise. Combined with her slight frame and long, wispy blonde hair, it gave her the air of a ghost who was haunting our house.
The ghost image was accentuated today by the loose, white long sleeve shirt she had chosen to wear, and the soft, baggy shorts, both of which I recognized as my mother's and both too big for Bridgett's skinny body. It was like the clothes floated on her.
"Everything okay?" I finally asked after she had been sitting across from me for several seconds, without saying a word, her light blue eyes fixed upon me.
"You and Rachel have sex sometimes?" Bridgett finally asked, only the raise in her voice at the end of her sentence letting me know it was a question rather than a statement.
Even though she had ignored my question, I chose to answer hers with a simple, "Yes."
"Are you doing it because you two like each other, or is she paying you back in some way for taking us in?" Bridgett asked. There was no hint of accusation or malice in Bridgett's voice, more a child like curiosity.
I thought for a moment before finally responding, "We both like each other enough but it's also about... our needs. We have needs and desires just like any other young adult."
Bridgett considered my answer briefly before asking another question. "And you've had sex with Sally, since she got better?"
"Yes," I freely admitted, suspecting she had heard as much from Sally.
Bridgett sat on the bed for another minute, just looking at me in silence. I glanced at the young man in the jeans and leather jacket across the street a couple of times, waiting to see where this was going.
Finally, Bridgett stood up and said, "I never properly thanked you for taking me in off the street and taking the time to heal me. So thank you. I really, truly appreciate it."
And with that, the young blonde walked out of the room. I don't think we exchanged another word for the rest of that day.
Five days after the militia started watching our house, I was down in the back area of the store, making sure the heavy door leading to the back alley was secure, along with the bars and wooden boards over the rear facing windows, when I heard Sally running down the stairs.
"Something is happening on the street," she whispered to me loudly, "Come up to the window."
By the time I got to the window, there were five armed men standing in front of our store, with Officer White at the front.
"Hello up there!" He called.
"Hello," I replied at a normal speaking volume.
"I understand you're refusing to share supplies with my men who have been watching over your street," White yelled up to me. "That doesn't seem neighborly."
"I only have enough left for me and my friend to last two or three more weeks," I said back. "I'm sorry we don't have more to share."
"Just a few weeks of supplies for two people, from this whole store?" White called up, the disbelief evident in his voice.
"We didn't expect to need to ration for this long," I responded. So far nothing I had said was untrue.
"Well we want to help you," White said back. "You're the only people we know of still holed up in this area. But we can't do it for free. Every minute my men spend watching over your street is a minute lost from foraging for supplies elsewhere."
"I'm sorry," was all I offered in response.
"Well..." White yelled, "It's getting dangerous out here. Don't say I didn't warn you."
He and his men turned and left, walking down the street back towards their station.
Very early the next morning, before the sun had come up, a series of loud banging noises and some angry moaning woke everyone in our house. I ran to the window overlooking the street, and in the dim street light could make out three zombies banging on the metal gate over our storefront.
The women soon joined me at the window, wondering what had led the zombies to attack our building. Rachel and Erin had first run downstairs to make sure someone or something hadn't broken into the store, and had found nothing changed inside the building. It wasn't until the sun came up that we realized someone had smeared something all over the metal gate. By noon we had five zombies banging on our metal gate. They weren't hitting the gate very hard, but the noise was loud.
I almost felt bad for the zombies. Unlike in all the horror movies I'd seen, they didn't have much energy in them, and even five of them were no match for the metal gate. One zombie woman seemed to barely have enough strength to lift her hands and occasionally fling them weakly against the gate. Another poor soul was missing his arm from above the elbow to his finger tips, and one of his ankles was bent at an awkward angle. He flung his shoulder against our gate, barely hitting it a couple of times.
The psychological effect, on the other hand, did take a toll on the five of us in the building. The noise the zombies made was constant, and there was always the fear that something would break or give way and we'd lose the metal gate. Now we needed to station one person just inside the entryway of the store, to make sure the zombies didn't break through, in addition to taking turns watching the street from the second floor window. We were also now trapped inside our building, unless we wanted to try going out the back door into the narrow rear alley.
Worst of all, the zombies never stopped their noise. None of us slept much that first night, listening to them bang on the gate all night. Our nerves started to fray a little. The second night the noise lessened, and we woke to find only two zombies trying to break into the store. But the next night the loud noises returned, and we woke to find six zombies now banging against our gate, with clear evidence that something new had been smeared over the entrance to our building. Our best guess from the smell was that it was a combination of honey and cooked hamburger meat.
For safety and psychological comfort, we began all sleeping in my parent's room. Initially we had tried to keep an overnight watch, but with nothing to do the person on watch would inevitably get bored and fall asleep, so we gave up and decided to stay together each night in the master bedroom. The bedroom also had the advantage of a window that overlooked the street out front, where my bedroom faced the back alley.
We brought some water and snacks into the bedroom in case we got stuck there, and dragged my mattress onto the floor. I would stay up as late as I could, keeping watch from the second floor window, both over the street and making sure the zombies didn't break in. When I got tired, I would go to the bedroom, close the door, push a heavy chair in front of the door to make it difficult for someone to break in, and go to sleep on my mattress. Rachel always woke up first, would carefully remove the chair from in front of the door, peek her head out into the hallway to make sure we were still okay, and then tip toe to the window to make sure the zombies hadn't broken into the store while we slept.
The first night with this set up, all four women slept in my parent's bed. The second night, I entered the bedroom to find Sally asleep on my mattress on the floor. Bridgett lifted her head sleepily, saw it was me coming in, and went back to sleep.
I assumed the women had run out of space and Sally had drawn the short straw moving to the floor. But as I settled into the mattress, Sally rolled onto her side and backed up her round bottom so I ended up spooning her. I settled a thin blanket over us, and eventually fell asleep with Sally's warm back against my chest and her firm ass nestled up against my crotch.
It didn't feel like I had slept long when I was woken by one of Sally's hands fumbling around between her legs, grabbing at my crotch. I had gone to sleep in jogging shorts and no underwear, and Sally's hand was quickly working its way up one leg of my shorts. I felt her small, delicate fingers brush against the tip of my cock, and then close gently over the head of my manhood.
Sally's intentions were quickly made clear when I took my arm, which had been resting on my side, and slid it over Sally's body. As my had dipped down towards her pelvis, I found her own hand already there, rubbing circles over her pussy.
I wanted this even more than she probably did, so in my mind at the time, it was only a matter of doing it without waking the other three women in the room. My cock was rapidly inflating, further aroused when I moved the hand I had intended for Sally's pussy up to her chest and cupped one of her firm, full breasts. I could feel the weight of her tit in my palm, and her hardening nipple through the fabric of her night shirt.
I rubbed the thick head of my dick against Sally's wet opening, trying to coat myself in her juices and further stimulated by the vibrations from her fingers circling over her clit. When I first tried to slide my meat into her hole, it was a little too tight and not wet enough, so I had to rub more of her natural lubricant onto my shaft. My second, determined thrust pushed my thick cock into her hot, wet pussy and she gasped softly as several inches of my stiff meat entered her.
Sally was rubbing furiously at her pussy, while I held her big breast as if to hold her nubile, young body in place while I rocked my hips to slide my hard dick in and out of her tight hole. I couldn't believe she had initiated this fuck session, so brazenly in front of our housemates, when four months ago she wouldn't have gone out of her way to say hello to me. The apocalypse does funny things to people.
Sally was clearly determined to get herself to orgasm, and I was happy to help, sliding my thick pole in and out of her slippery, wet pussy as quickly and as quietly as I could manage. I began gently rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I fucked her hard, and she whimpered softly in response. She was so wet that, even though her hot, slippery tunnel was tight, I was able to fuck several inches of my hard cock in and out of her pussy with ease. I loved the feel of her slippery insides gripping tightly against the tingling skin of my engorged member.
We lay like that, spooning and fucking, for less than five minutes, which was a good thing because she was so wet that she was starting to make wet squelching sounds while rubbing over her pussy. She came without warning, suddenly clenching her body into a tight ball as I steadily pumped my throbbing cock in and out of her tight hole. I continued to stretch her slippery pussy walls with my thick meat as she rode her orgasm, my hand grasping firmly onto her full, round tit until she finally arched her back deeply and muffled a low moan.
Feeling Sally's tight young body tremble and shudder against mine as she came, not to mention her hot, wet pussy milking my tingling cock, brought me close to the edge of my own orgasm. Sally lifted her shirt up over her big boobs, then took my hand and guided it back on top of her big tit. Feeling her smooth tit flesh against my palm, feeling her hand pressing my own hand harder into her heavy, young cleavage, pushed me over the edge. I somehow managed to remain silent as the white hot bliss of my own orgasm overcame me, making my feet tingle and my legs shake as it exploded out of my loins. I pumped load after load of my hot cum deep into Sally's pussy, my body shaking as Sally kept my hand pressed against her big, firm breast.
When she was sure that I was done, Sally quietly got to her feet and hustled into the bathroom. While I listened to the water running, I heard someone sit up on the bed. I turned my head to see Bridgett looking down at me. I wasn't sure, but in the dim light I thought she was smiling. Bridgett put her head back down before Sally returned to my mattress on the floor and we all fell asleep.
Chapter 8: Salvation
For a few days, the incessant pounding of the zombies was both driving us crazy and had become routine background noise in our lives. We couldn't figure out how to get them to go away, it was like the militia was attracting new ones to our door.
Then one afternoon, Erin yelled from the second story window, "There's a tank on our street!"
I ran up the stairs, quickly joined by all the women. At the edge of our view, I saw some sort of armored personnel carrier with a mounted gun on top. It wasn't quite a tank, but if the militia had somehow found this piece of heavy armor and intended to use it against our building, we were screwed. Those fears were somewhat alleviated when we saw armed men in military uniforms carefully following behind the armored vehicle.
They were coming to our building to investigate the zombies banging on our gate. They didn't look or act like militia, so we called down to them. Everything that happened afterwards seemed to happen so fast, even though it took place over a few days.
It turned out they were National Guard. We trusted they were telling the truth partly because they didn't just kill the zombies at our door, they restrained them with zip ties and eventually had a large truck take them away somewhere. Not all of the country had fallen apart during the pandemic that spread the zombie virus, but our portion of it had been hit hard. We were far from the only people to discover the zombies could be "cured," treated until they overcame the virus. In retrospect, it was kind of dumb that we feared we may be the only ones who knew. National order had not fallen apart, the military and government largely remained in control, although it had not seemed that way in large regions like ours that had been overcome by the virus. That also now seems like something we should have figured out, since the power never went out. The National Public Health Service had worked with military to ensure that key utilities and security services remained functioning.
Our little group of survivors found this all out over the next three days. At first, the national guard people who found us insured that we were secure, explained that they were clearing and treating our city, and told us to sit tight. We saw more military vehicles and a lot more people the next day, and the zombies slowly disappeared. Eventually Red Cross volunteers made contact with us, had medical people look at us, and provided us supplies. I didn't realize what a lifeline communication had provided until the radio started picking up stations again.
Erin was the first to leave, very early, when we were still locking the metal gate over our entrance for most of the day. Her brother came looking for her, she thanked us profusely and said she would come back, but they had to go find the rest of their family. We sent her off with supplies, and I still see her around every once in a while. She and her brother still live in our town.
Bridgett was the next to leave, but not before an epic farewell with me. By the time she left, we had taken the boards off our windows, and left the metal gate up for most of the day. I had locked up the downstairs one night and was getting ready for bed when I found Bridgett in my room. She and the others were still sleeping in my parent's bed, but I had hauled my mattress back into my room, and I was surprised to find her there.
She was wearing a night shirt so large on her that it hung down almost to her knees, hiding any shape to her body except her thin, toned arms and narrow but still shapely legs.
"I wanted a chance to thank you," Bridgett said softly.
"For what?" I asked.
"For everything," she replied with a smile. "When I was tied up naked in your store room, did you ever want to fuck me?" she asked.
"Sometimes," I admitted, making sure the door to the room was closed behind me.
Bridgett pulled the bottom of her long shirt up over her head, revealing that she was completely naked underneath. I had seen her body naked before, but she looked so much healthier now. Her skin had a pinkish color to it that had been missing, and although she was still skinny she had put on a little healthy weight, properly rounding out the curves in her ass and small tits. I drank in the sight of her smooth, flat stomach, her rosy pink nipples, the small swell of her pert breasts, and the exposed mound of her womanhood.
In one smooth motion she had wrapped each end of the shirt around one of her hands, and with the fabric stretched tight over her head she asked, "Do you want to fuck me all tied up now?"
"Keep those hands above your head," I directed, and in one smooth motion I dove with her onto the bed.
I went for her nipples first, suckling the little nubs and some of her smooth flesh between my lips. As my hot, wet mouth worked the tip of her teat, I could feel the perky firmness of her little breast. She gasped as I suckled on her hardening nipple and licked wetly around it with my tongue, but she kept both arms raised above her head as I had directed. Then I switched to the other breast, suckling that nipple with joyful vigor, covering her smooth fit flesh with my hot mouth and eliciting another gasp from the nubile, young blonde.
My hand ran up Bridgett's smooth inner thigh until I was brushing my palm over the opening to her sex. I could already feel a little wetness on her pussy lips, and gently probed her opening by running my fingertips between her lips. As I sucked and licked her bare breast, my fingers traced their way upwards until I had found the hard little bump of Bridgett's clit. I began rubbing gently against her sensitive little spot as I switched back to licking and suckling on the first wet nipple, and Bridgett arched her back in response.
I placed my free hand at the center of Bridgett's chest, and pushed her back gently until she was laying on her back on the bed. I was happy to see she kept her hands above her head, still holding onto her shirt, her skinny little body on full display and open to me.
Bridgett cried out loudly when my face went between her legs and I changed from sucking on her nipples to gently licking at her pussy lips. Her back arched when my hot, wet mouth closed over the top of her clit, and I began suckling against her most sensitive spot with my wet lips. She cried out again when my tongue began tracing wet circles around the edges of her sensitive clit, and then moaned loudly when I began flicking directly over her clit with the tip of my tongue.
Bridgett briefly tried to sit up and say, "This was supposed to be for you..." but I pushed her back down onto the bed before she could finish her sentence.
My tongue renewed its gentle ministrations, sliding wetly up and down over, and then around and around her pleasure spot. Gently sucking her whole clit into my hot mouth was rewarded by a "holy shit!" from Bridgett. I hadn't been at it very long when Bridgett's noises merged into one continuous moan, and I could feel her thighs quivering on either side of my face. I kept up the steady stimulation, licking and sucking, flicking the tip of my tongue and then running the full length of it over her clit, sucking her whole nub into my mouth and slathering it. She began to pant and moan, her chest flushing deep red as it rose and fell rapidly.
"Fuck, here it comes," she moaned as I circled rapidly and steadily, rubbing her pleasure spot with my solid tongue. And then she was cumming, her legs shaking around my head while she half muffled a squeal of delight. Her fair chest and cheeks flushed a dark pink, and a broad smile of delight lit up her face.
I gave Bridgett a couple of minutes to come down from her orgasm high and catch her breath while I hurriedly stripped off my clothes. Then I was rubbing the fat head of my hard dick against her wet pussy lips. She was positively dripping juices, coating my hard cock head with the slippery evidence of her arousal. She looked up at me with a smile, her blue eyes slightly dreamy and her hands still above her head, and I thrust forward with my hips.
I worked my hard, excited cock in and out of Bridgett's tight hole slowly at first, letting her get used to the feeling of my thick cock stretching her slippery tunnel. The skinny blonde was very tight, gripping every inch of my cock wetly as I fucked in and out of her hole. But once I bottomed out, my entire pole inside her sex, I began fucking her in earnest.
I withdrew to my tip, grabbed her thin hips, and shoved my entire cock home in her pussy. I maneuvered myself partly onto my knees so I could drive home my thick dick inside of her, rapidly working my thick member in and out of her slippery, wet hole. She felt so skinny and small beneath me, my body so much wider, as I pumped my hard meat rapidly in and out of her tight, hot hole. With her hands still tied together over her head, it felt like I was using her little body and hot hole as a fuck toy to get myself off.
"Oh fuck!" Bridgett moaned, her blue eyes going wide.
I pounded my meat into her, and it felt especially good to be rocking her skinny little body, impaling her with my cock, plunging my dick full speed into her excited pussy. Her body shook from my hard fucking, her small, pale breasts flowing up and down over her chest in response to my thrusts, her pink nipples flying.
Bridgett started moaning again, adding in a "Fuck yes!" as I rapidly pounded her pussy with my hard, thick meat. "I might cum again," she warned.
I withdrew my full cock, quickly flipped her over so her skinny but firm ass was in the air, and then reentered her from behind. I kept her legs together with my knees on either side of them, which both made her already tight pussy entrance feel even tighter and also gave me the leverage to fuck her fast and hard. With my elbows on either side of her back, I angled my hips and drove my dick hard into her hot, wet pussy, shoving the full length of my engorged meat into her tight little hole over and over and over.
"Oh shit," Bridgett pleaded in a high pitched voice, but there was no slowing me down. I had wanted to fuck this skinny little blonde for a long time, and now I was enjoying it, ramming my hard cock home over and over into her tight pussy. Her hands were still above her on the bed, and I was using her wet, slippery pussy to get my cock off. Her wet, slippery tunnel pulled at my cock so nicely as I slid my pole inside of her. I could feel my balls staring to churn from the hard, hot fucking.
But then Bridgett was shaking again, half crying and half squealing, "CUUMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGG!!!"
Her little body shook beneath me again, tightening and flailing as the bliss of a beautiful orgasm swamped her senses. I kept pounding my long cock into her little body, stretching her tight hole as she came. When it was over, she scooted her body quickly up the bed and away from my hard, pounding cock, pleading, "Hold on, too sensitive."
"I'm close," I warned, my hand immediately moving to jack up and down my excited pole, feeling the warm tingling spreading through my groin.
She smiled brightly and said, "Cum on me. Cum wherever you want, cover me in your cum."
"I'm going to cum on your face," I told her, excited by the smile crossing her sweet lips, her blue eyes looking up expectantly at me.
"Yes, do it," she encouraged quietly, flipping onto her back and sliding back down the bed so her pretty, young face was just below my dick. "Cum all over my face."
Looking down at her sweet smile, her pretty face placed just below my cock, my hand furiously jacking my wet and throbbing member, I said, "Because I can use you however I want, right? Tie you up and use you to get off."
"That's right," she replied with a broadening smile, her blue eyes locked onto mine. "Use my face. Cover it with your cum. Cum all over my face, do whatever you want with it."
I came hard with her words of encouragement, and watched the first spurt of my cum splash wetly across her smiling, pink lips. The pleasure was too intense, and I had to close my eyes as the orgasm lit up every nerve in my body. My mind was flooded with bliss. When I opened my eyes again, my white cum was dripping from the tip of Bridgett's button of a nose, splattered over her cheeks, and dripping down her chin. And with my hot cum on her face, she was still smiling, her blue eyes still looking up at me.
Bridgett dashed to the bathroom to clean herself up. If the other women had somehow missed the noises of what we had done, there was little doubt about what had happened after she decided to sleep in my bed with me that night, naked and curled up with her backside pressed against me.
Two days later she was gone. A national guard convoy was taking a group of survivors in the direction of the nearby city, and planned to pass through the outer suburb where she had lived. Rachel, Sally and I sent her with ample supplies and lengthy goodbye hugs. Only after Bridgett left did I realize that, despite all that had passed between us, we had never even kissed. We still text and email, now that the internet is back, but I haven't seen her in person since that day I said goodbye.
Sally was the next to leave, but not before we got a big surprise and my idiot parents returned with my grandmother in tow. It turns out that my grandparent's town was not as hard hit, they had ordered a shelter in place and then quarantine early in the pandemic, so my parents had a much easier time during the crisis than we had sheltering in the family store. The stress of the pandemic hurt my grandfather's health, so my parents had to leave him in a care facility before traveling back home to see if they could find me. I was both relieved and furious at them for having left me, and I let them know all of those feelings as we hugged and cried. They were impressed that we had kept the building intact and even more impressed that we had helped cure some zombies.
Sally had already planned to leave soon, her house was mostly intact and she wanted to focus on rebuilding there while searching for her family. My parents returning and reclaiming their bedroom hastened Sally's departure, she left the day after they returned. I still keep in regular touch with Sally, especially after phone service was restored. She found her brother in a survivor camp, and her mother had also caught the zombie virus and also been healed by helpful strangers. They never found out what happened to her dad.
Rachel stayed with us for a few more weeks, sleeping with me in my bedroom. After everything that had happened, my parents never questioned why we slept in the same room together. Rachel didn't love the idea of returning to her empty apartment, it felt lonely and at the same time dangerous with other surviving occupants slowly returning to the building. At the same time she was wracked with guilt about what had happened to her boyfriend. As everyone, including my family, worked on rebuilding our home and our lives and our town, Rachel spent a lot of her days searching everywhere for any information about her lost boyfriend. There were hundred of people doing the same thing just in our little area, searching for any word of loved ones that had gone missing. She was like a drop of water in a sea of desperate survivors searching hopefully for information. She never found out what happened to her boyfriend.
We had been sleeping cuddled together at night, but when Rachel finally decided that he was probably gone and she would move back into her apartment without him, it was like a thin barrier was removed between us. We had sex the night before she moved out. It started with light kissing, and I enjoyed the feeling of her full, soft lips pressed against mine. But then she was atop me, trying to devour my face, and suddenly we were rushing to discard our clothing. She grasped my cock and guided me home inside of her wet pussy, sinking her weight down atop me until I was all the way inside her hot hole.
She fucked me long and slow, lifting her curvy body up and down my hard pole like she wanted to savor every second of it. I was happy to enjoy her big, heavy breasts, dangling down from her chest. I rubbed my rough palms over her sensitive nipples, ran my finger tips over her smooth tit flesh, weighed her heavy firm breasts with my eager hands, all while she steadily and slowly lifted her wet pussy up and down on my cock.
I eventually started suckling on Rachel's big tits, taking as much of her smooth flesh as I could into my hot, wet mouth and slathering her hard nipples with my wet tongue. That pushed her over the edge, though she didn't change her slow and steady pace as she came on my hard cock, her arms and chest shaking as my thick cock impaled her and my tongue danced across her sensitive nipple.
Rachel pulled herself off my cock, slid down my body, and wrapped her big, round tits around my throbbing pole. I was already so close to cumming, it only took a few thrusts fucking her tits, my tingling cock flesh sliding in and out of the tight tunnel of her smooth tit flesh, looking at my dick disappearing between her big breasts, and then I was cumming too. The pleasure crashed over me, flowing from the tips of my toes up to the top of my head, and Rachel held her breasts together for me as my cock shot spurt after spurt of hot cum deep in the valley of her cleavage.
Rachel and I still see each other almost every day. I wouldn't call it dating, she says I'm too young for her and she's probably too old for me. But it sure helps to have someone I can be with as we try to rebuild from the craziness that blew up our whole world.
And then the National Reconciliation and Justice Council decided everyone should write a sworn statement, under oath, as best they could, of what they had done during the zombie pandemic, especially things they might have done wrong. So I'm writing this. This is what I did and how I remember it, the bad but also the good. I did some bad things, but I feel like I always tried to do what I thought was the right thing at the time.
ADMINISTRATOR'S REVIEW: Subject was administratively sentenced to 60 hours of community service, working with those still recovering from the virus, for his interaction with the individual referred to here within as "Red." Subject was also sentenced to six months probation for his interactions with other individuals infected with the virus. Full rehabilitation is expected, no further reviews required.
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Along the river-front factories sat aged and worn. Workers had long ago given up trying to find work there. Even animals avoided these ruins of industry. What weeds did grow, did so grudgingly. Occasionally a bird would settle to rest while flowing overhead, but the tremors of evil would drive it away. Now only the dead could find solace in this environment.
***
Rachel strutted purposely towards the gray house on Ender Street. Her current "boy-toy" lived there and she wanted his services. She never needed, or even wanted, a boyfriend. Ryan's only purpose was to satisfy any cravings that Rachel had. Sexual cravings. Dark plaid material rose ever so slightly as she turned the corner. Her pleated skirt lifted just high enough to give a glimpse of creamy thigh. Lace thigh-high stockings covered her legs between the skirt and the black leather combat boots that secured her feet. Thumbs slide down the suspenders holding her skirt at its assigned position. Only a baby-t covered her pert breasts. They were still firm enough to hold themselves with perky attitude.
As Rachel mounted the steps of the gray house, Ryan anxiously ran to the screen door. "Hey Rachel," he breathlessly uttered.
"Hey baby," she replied. Entering the door, which Ryan courteously held open for her, she grabbed him by the arm and began to drag him upstairs.
"Wow, you are really horny today!"
Rachel ignored him and lead him to his parents room. "Rachel, you know we can't be in here..."
With an economy of movements, Rachel had stripped out of her skirt and t-shirt and had climbed up onto the bed. Her curly brown hair now cascaded over naked shoulders and almost touched her breasts. Hands on her hips, she stood with her feet apart. Her eyes gazed upon Ryan with a mixture callousness and curiosity. Staring up at her, Ryan began to undo his pants. He couldn't take his eyes off her near naked body. Her pussy was completely shaved and pink. A moistness made it shine in the afternoon light. After completely undressing, he climbed up on the bed and laid down on his back. Erect and inviting, his seven inch penis gently throbbed.
Rachel stepped over him and planted a boot on each side of his waist. She gently lowered her body down onto his. She slid her pussy over his hard cock and bent her knees to allow the new position. In a circular fashion she moved her hips to grind her pussy against his groin and around his cock. A quiet moan escaped her lips as Ryan stared up at her in awe.
Slowly her grinds evolved into humps. Her hips rising and lowering on Ryan's rock hard cock. As her speed increased, so did the moans escaping from Ryan's lips. Rachel's eyes were tightly shut and her face contorted in ecstasy. Ryan's screams of pleasure reached a climax and he shot loads of cum into her cunt.
"Aaahhhh yeah! Oh God, oh oh oh." Ryan could hardly contain himself as he emptied his load. Rachel slid off of him and laid down on her back. With a firm grip she grabbed Ryan's hair and forced his head towards her pussy. He quickly got the message and positioned himself between her legs.
Ryan quickly wrapped his lips over her cunt lips. Sucking and tonguing her pussy, he showed no mercy. Rachel's whole body quaked with raw gratification. He concentrated on her clitoris and she screamed with pure joy. Suddenly his face was awash in cum as she exploded in orgasm.
Minutes passed as the lay together covered in sweat. Slowly Rachel began to rise and dress. Ryan spoke, "That was amazing." Rachel smiled in reply and finished dressing. She walked into the master bedroom and quickly pissed and cleaned up.
Walking past a stunned Ryan, she exited the house with ease. "Call me," he yelled in her wake.
***
Sydney anger filled the car with an intensity that made the others stone silent. "Where the hell is that bitch! If she doesn't show her sorry ass soon, we're going without her."
"We can't do that." Kim regretted her comment the second the period hit the end of it.
Suzie could have sworn that the air actually cracked as Sydney's head spun to confront Kim. "Since when did you have an opinion?"
"There she is!" Suzie had noticed Rachel strutting down the street. Sydney pulled the modified Honda Civic up to the curb next to the satisfied Rachel. She slowly came to a stop and spun towards her friend's car. Inside the blue racer sat the only three people she could stand for more than five minutes.
Sydney, queen bitch and the only one with transportation. She always dressed like she just stepped off a modeling runway. Today that meant knee-high leather boots, calf-skin mini, and a silk blouse. Her soft brown hair always had a perfect sheen and seemed to catch the wind just as photographer would want it to.
Suzie, SITTING in Rachel's seat(!), loved to show off her perfect, razor-thin body. Taunt muscles covered her petite chassis. She preferred a gothic look at the moment. Torn stockings, platform boots, and a silk wrap were her only clothes. The ‘dress' looked like a ripped curtain that simply clung to her body.
Finally, Kim sat in the rear seat. Kim love to show off her cleavage. Huge 36DD tits ruled her appearance. Looking like they would burst out of her t-shirt at any moment, her bra barely held them. Other than that, Kim was not much to look at.
Finally Suzie got the message and got out of the car and pushed her way into the rear seat. Rachel slid her perfect ass into the passenger seat and smiled at the other three.
"I see Ryan has proved his usefulness again." Sydney stated with derision. She didn't care for him. A boy need more than a firm cock to suit her. Both girls in the back seat giggled like children.
"Now that everyone is here, we can proceed." Sydney enjoyed being in charge. "So what is this big secret?" Suzie didn't enjoy Sydney's mind games.
"Well. As you know my father is a very important industrialist." The other three groaned internally. Sydney loved to talk about how important her father is. "The other night he was talking to some low-life from the military. God, I think he was a colonel of all things. A colonel in the army! How pathetic. Anyways, this ‘gentleman' was talking to my father about some experiment that the government did in the 70's. A secret experiment!"
"Cool! I love the 70's." Kim never did learn to keep her mouth shut.
"Anyways! The experiment had to do with bringing the dead... back to life!" As if to punctuate her statement, she squealed her brakes to stop before hitting an old man crossing the street.
"Looks like he could use it!" Rachel offered and the others all burst into laughter.
***
Gravel crunched beneath the four pairs of feet. Each of the girls were battling their own fears. Each were beginning to regret their decision to visit the old factory complex. Crumbling concrete walls towered on each side of the disused road. Broken windows lined the gray and rust walls. Their glass spider-web or missing. Dark clouds hung low overhead, creating light so flat that it seemed artificial.
"There, up ahead. The building on the left." Sydney pointed towards a building that seemed even more decrepit than the rest. Worn brickwork crumbled away from the walls. Heavy steel doors hung sadly and opened invitingly. Slowly, the girls entered the building. Darkness swallowed the four girls. Cobwebs impeded their way as they moved into the dank, cavernous room. Up ahead, a dim glow encouraged their progress. The artificial night seemed to absorb even the sound of their breath.
As each girl was silhouetted by the blueish glow, they entered the room. Inside machines of all types hummed quietly. Electronics of every description covered the four walls. Several computer displays sat glowing upon a table just inside the room. A large metal table dominated the center of the cavernous room. Covered by a sheet, it bulged with a shape similar to a body.
"Cool! Check out this place!" Sydney lost all pretense and began playing with the various computers. Suddenly the room became alive with all sorts of noises and lights.
"Sydney," Rachel scolded. "Careful, you don't know what you are doing!"
"Don't worry, I'm very good at computers." Sydney answered.
"No you are not," Rachel retorted. "You can barely email!"
"Well who cares, I came here to have fun. Not skulk around all scared like you three. Hey look at this!" Sydney pointed excitedly at the one computer screen. Pictures of naked humans filled the screen. "It says here that the revived humans were horny as hell! That their dicks got HUGE! Look!" The others quickly crowded around the table and stared in awe at the huge organs that filled the screen.
As the other girls stared in disbelief, Sydney continued to play with the computers. Hmmm, she thought to herself, I wonder what this does? She then pushed a red button that had been covered by a protective plastic shield. Suddenly sirens began to blare and red lights flashed.
"What the hell did you do?" screamed Rachel.
"I don't know," answered Sydney. Kim and Suzie shrieked with fear. Rachel ran to the desk and began pressing buttons. Sydney joined the effort and suddenly deafening silence replaced the pandemonium.
"Oh God, let's get out of here!" squeaked Kim. Suzie nodded in agreement. As the girls turned to leave a groan emanated from behind them. Movement on the table caught their eyes forcing them to turn and stare in terror as the sheet began to move. Slowly a ‘man' rose and turned towards them, the sheet sliding down to his waist.
"Aaggghhhhh," the four girls screamed in unison. His face was disfigured with decay. Black and gray blotches covered his torso. A long blueish tongue snaked out of his mouth, dripping with greenish goo. Suddenly the sheet covering his lower body flew into the air. An erect cock, some 17 inches long and thick as a baseball bat, sprung to attention. Purple slime dripped from its cum-hole.
"Well, that is a horse of a different color." Rachel stated with an odd firmness. "I think we need to be more tolerant of those who are different than us." She licked her lips and started towards the zombie erection.
"Ok, I'll be nice to black people. Can we just get out of here?" Kim pleaded.
Rachel ignored her and reached out and touched the huge erection. A burst of purple slime shot of the cock. She started, but quickly recovered. Leaning over she licked the swollen head. With a morbid groan, the zombie lowered back to the table. Rachel shivered and began to suck the massive cock. Her head bobbed up and down as she tried to stick the huge head into her mouth. Both her hands stroked the enormous organ. Pumping up and down, the zombies massive scrotum pulsed in rhythm.
A scraping sound from the doorway woke the girls from their reverie. Turning to see the source of the sound, the three girls were shocked at what they saw. Standing in the doorway were a man and woman zombie, and what could be called a monstrosity. Standing over seven feet tall, the zombie had extra pairs of arms: a female set sticking from its chest, and two male pairs emanating from its abdomen. Plus, a pair of massive cocks hung from its crotch. What could only be describe as a cross between a snake and a penis slithered from its mouth.
Moving faster than the girls expected, the three zombies grabbed the girls and drug them into room. Suzie screamed as the female zombie threw her onto a lab cart and tore Suzie's dress off. Her scream cut short when the zombie began licking Suzie's pussy with a blue tongue.
Kim could faint as the male zombie grabbed her and began tearing her clothes off. He threw her on the ground, spread her legs, and mounted her with enthusiasm. His massive cock tore at Kim's vagina, but the purple pre-cum quickly lubricated her. It also somehow allowed her pussy to expand to take in the massive organ.
Sydney couldn't believe what was happening. The monster quickly tore her clothes to shreds. Its main hands grabbed her upper arms and lifted her up into the air. Hands that were almost girlish began to squeeze Sydney's tits. Her legs were grabbed by the one set of abdomen hands, the second set reached around and pulled her into the zombie's cocks. She screamed, but the zombie tongue/cock quickly stifled it. All three of her holes were being impaled by the zombie cocks, tits and ass being fondled, and her arms and legs were immobilized. What pain, what pleasure.
Rachel disrobed and mounted the huge zombie cock. Her vagina felt like it was going to split. Slowly the pain waned and pleasure replaced it. Clawed zombie hands cupped her pert breasts and twiddled her nipples. Her mouth welcomed a tongue and sucked it. She felt heaven and terror all at once.
Waking to an incredible mixture of pain and ecstasy, Kim tried to scream. Unfortunately her mouth was filled by zombie tongue. She almost choked as it snaked down her throat. Her vagina ached as the zombie pumped her. He fucked her with no mercy. Sliding in and out, the massive 16 inch cock filled her completely. With barely a missed stroke, the zombie switched holes and crammed his cock into her ass. Kim fainted again.
Giving into the inevitable, Suzie had switched around and now was 69'ing the zombie. Her tongue licked up the purple slime pouring out of the zombie's black and green vagina. In return, the zombie fucked Suzie's pussy with a massive swollen tongue, while finger-fucking her ass.
Floating in and out of consciousness, Sydney reached orgasm over and over. Gigantic zombie cocks pistoned in and out of her ass and pussy with maniacal precision. All the while her breasts and ass were fondled with abandon. She could only moan as the zombie tongue fucked her throat.
All four girls had reached orgasm so many times they had lost all sense of time. As the night wore on the switched positions.
Gripping each other in a mixture of terror and passion, Suzie and Kim hugged as the monster fucked both of them at the same time. Rachel humped the female zombie's pussy. The ground each other for over an hour. Meanwhile Sydney sucked and fucked the male zombies...
Hours later, the four girls laid broken and exhausted. When they finally awoke, they were alone. They tried to dress, but most of their clothes had been reduced to rags. Pain accompanied each movement as they made their way towards the door. Reaching the main exit, tears of relief filled their eyes. But the door resisted all attempts at opening.
Behind them, a scraping noise could be heard.
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I was walking home from a friend's graduation party and I admit I was more than a little drunk. But hey, I was eighteen, a young, good-looking female, and if I wanted to party, I partied.
But that night would be a night I would never forget. I was so tired I just wanted to go home and get some sleep. I had to make a choice, cut through the graveyard and get home in half the time, or go all the way around which would take longer but was less creepy.
I said, "Fuck it," and went through the graveyard.
I hated the graveyard. It was always so creepy and the place just gave me a bad vibe, even when I was a kid. Yet there I was, walking through the damn place at 2 a.m. so I could get to bed quicker.
There was a full moon so it wasn't pitch black outside. I didn't really like the fog that was about knee high but I would be home soon and everything would be fine.
As I swaggered through the graveyard I kept hearing a noise. It sounded like a low moan. I thought to myself, 'Someone from the party must be getting laid out here.'
I giggled and continued walking.
I was about half way through the graveyard when the moaning got louder. There were about ten big trees in the middle of the graveyard and that was where the moaning was coming from.
I giggled and decided to see who was getting laid. I snuck behind one of the trees then peeked around it. No one was there. I slowly tip-toed to the next tree. I fell once but got up quickly.
I laughed out loud then said, "Shhh!"
I got behind another tree and peeked around it. Again no one was there. I was starting to get bored and was about to give up when I heard a loud moan behind one of the trees I hadn't checked.
I ran over to the tree, hit it with my face, and fell down. I told you I was a little drunk.
I got up slowly and rubbed my nose. Then it dawned on me. What would happen if they got mad at me for spying? I laughed and thought, 'Hell, I don't care!'
I may be only 5'3" and 105 pounds but I'd kick him in the balls and his lover would probably be too embarrassed to do anything so I could escape easily.
I peeked around the tree and to my delight I saw a nice pair of muscular male ass cheeks. Actually I saw the back of a naked man but my eyes were focused on that sweet ass. From what I could tell, he was alone, just standing there.
He let out a low moan. That was when I figured he must be touching himself.
Now my curiosity was peaked. I wanted to see him stroke his cock. I wanted to see his cock's length and thickness.
I held onto the tree and leaned way out to see more of him. That's when my hand slipped off of the tree and I fell down. I just laid there in the fog for a second then I heard him walking towards me.
I stood back up and was about to apologize for the intrusion, but I couldn't speak. I stood there in shock. I could barely breathe. The man was facing me and I couldn't believe my eyes. His skin looked blue in color, his face was all fucked up. One of his eyes was dangling on his cheek. He had about five broken teeth in his mouth and blood was dripping out of it. He had big open sores all over his body and yellow puss was seeping out. A big scar ran from the top of his chest to his belly. Worms and maggots were coming out of the scar at his belly. His penis was hard but the flesh was tore all over it.
This thing was just staring at me, rocking from side to side.
I whispered, "I have to go."
The thing looked into my brown eyes and gave me a hellish smile.
I was petrified and I was shaking from head to toe.
The creature moaned out one word that chilled me to the bone. He moaned, "Pussy."
I turned and ran as fast as I could in any direction. I didn't care where I went as long as I was away from the zombie guy. As I ran my foot got caught on something on the ground and I fell. I couldn't see what it was because of the fog but I quickly got up. I could see the zombie hobbling after me. He was walking so slow I knew he would never catch me.
I began to run and again something caught my foot and I fell to the ground. I rolled onto my back and sat up. Something had hold of my foot. When I took a closer look at my foot I screamed. I could see a hand coming from the ground holding my ankle. The hand had rotting flesh all over it but was very strong.
I clawed at the hand to release my ankle but all I got was rotting flesh under my fingernails.
As I tried to get my ankle free, another hand came from the ground and grabbed my other ankle.
"Oh God, no!" I screamed.
Then I felt my long brown hair being pulled. My head was pulled to the ground. I clawed at the hand that was pulling my hair but as I did so, two more hands came out of the ground and held my wrists.
With my hands held firmly above my head and my ankles secured firmly below, I began to cry. I was about to scream when another hand covered my mouth. Four hands came out of the ground, one on either side of my rib cage and one on either side of my hips.
The two at my rib cage tore open my white blouse. As the buttons flew everywhere, they tore off my bra exposing my breasts and erect nipples. It was so cold laying there on the ground.
The other two hands at my hips tore off my skirt then held my hips firmly in place. The two hands that were holding my ankles slowly moved up to the backs of my knees. The hands were very big and wrapped around each knee. The hands pulled my knees to my chest then spread me wide open.
I screamed into the rotting hand that covered my mouth. I thought to myself, 'Why is this happening? What is going to happen to me?'
Then I heard a low moan. I looked up between my legs and there it was - the zombie. That hellish grin came across his face as he looked at me. Then he moaned out that familiar word, "Pussy."
The two hands that had torn off my blouse and bra began milking my breasts. They squeezed so hard I thought my breasts would burst. Squeezing, relaxing, squeezing, relaxing, over and over like a damn machine.
The zombie kneeled between my legs and with one of his hands he tore off my yellow flowered panties.
My muffled cries went unheard.
He opened the folds of my pussy and ran his blood soaked tongue deep into my soft wet girlhood. I screamed as the ice cold tongue violated my hot wet vagina. I could feel his tongue lapping at my outer lips then going deep inside, lashing at my inner pussy walls.
As I cried, he continued eating me out. He pulled his tongue out of me and then began to suck on my clit. My belly tightened as he suckled on my button. My breathing was getting faster and the hands that were milking my breasts got faster too. I could feel my body building to orgasm.
'How can this be?' I thought. 'Am I really going to orgasm for my undead rapist?'
I did just that. I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. My arms twitched and my legs tightened then relaxed again. My eyes rolled back as I moaned into my undead gag. The zombie just watched me orgasm for him. Him with that grotesque grin on his fucked up face.
When I finished my orgasm, I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to throw up. I looked at the blue rotting thing between my legs and wanted to kill him. That is, if you could kill something that was already dead.
The hands on my breasts never stopped milking me. My breasts were very sore from the continuous squeezing.
I looked at the zombie and he placed his ice cold hands on my hips. I couldn't believe what he was going to do to me. But it was true. He was preparing to mount me.
I pulled at my wrists to get him away with no success. I was spread wide open and my knees were held firm. He put his face in front of mine and moaned, "Pussy." Then he thrust his ice cold, hard cock up inside my hot wet snatch.
I screamed as he raped my soft little muffin.
With the blood from his mouth dripping onto my neck and his eyeball dangling down and bumping against my cheek and nose, I thought I was going insane.
Still he kept pounding into my pussy. Hard and slow, his rotting cock felt like a thick icicle slipping in and out of me. Pushing his rape tool in as deep as he could in my abused cunt, his breath was a cross between strong blood and feces.
He bit down on my left nipple. I cried in pain as he sank his broken teeth into my breast. Still the undead hands kept milking me for him. He was sucking blood from my nipple as he poked inside my vagina.
I felt so sick that I turned my head and vomited.
There I was, held down and spread wide open by the undead, being raped by a zombie. While he sucked blood from my nipple he also pumped at my pussy with his ice cold rotting shaft.
Every time he pushed into me, a little vomit would come out of my mouth. His pace started to quicken as he stopped suckling on my breast. I knew what was coming next, even though I prayed for it not to. He was going to seed my fertile pussy.
I tried to struggle but it was no use. He arched back and moaned, "Pussy," then filled me with his cold seed.
My body betrayed me and I came too. It must have been because my pussy was so hot and his cock and seed were so cold. My whole body vibrated and my pussy tightened and relaxed around his ice cold member. I was milking the seed from him. It wasn't like a normal guy's cum inside me. It wasn't hot and sticky. It was ice cold and clumpy. I would have to say, it was like someone put bad milk inside my pussy. You know how it gets when it goes bad? Liquidy with big clumps and very cold. That's what it felt like as he coated my pussy with his seed.
He pulled his cold rape member out of me and walked away while I was still uncontrollably orgasming.
The hands slowly went back into the ground. First the ones at my knees, then my breasts, then my hair. The one that covered my mouth went to my neck and started to choke me. I couldn't breathe and thought I was going to die. Then I blacked out.
The next thing I remember the sun was starting to come up. I gathered up my clothes and ran home. Everyone was still asleep. I jumped into the shower and washed up. After I was done I went to bed and thought about what had happened to me in the graveyard.
Someone at the party must have slipped something into one of my drinks. I probably hallucinated it all. Not the rape mind you, but what I saw raping me and holding me down. That had to be it.
About a month later I found out I was pregnant. I kept it a secret from everyone. That is until my water broke nine months later. Then everyone knew I wasn't just getting fat. The delivery was quick and painless to my surprise. It only took an hour. I gave birth to a baby girl but the doctor and nurses were very quiet. They whispered then told me my baby was dead.
I asked to see her and they held her up. She was very blue and cold to the touch. They took her away and the next day, the day of my release, I noticed that I was lactating milk mixed with blood and it was cold, not warm.
A scary thought came into my brain. Later that night, I snuck into the hospital morgue. I found my baby girl and held her to me. I took out my breast and put the nipple into her mouth then squirted my milk and blood mixture into her mouth.
Her eyes opened wide and she began to suckle my special milk from my breast. Her eyes and hair were black as coal. Her body was cold and blue like her father's. I had given birth to a zombie baby.
As we left the hospital, she clung to my breast. I looked up into the sky and and wondered what was ahead in our future. Ah, but that's another story.
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<em>Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story takes place after Episode 15 of Season 2.</em>
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Liv Moore was about to take off her dressing gown, slip into her covers and get some much-needed sleep when she thought she heard something. She was so tired she was tempted just to ignore it, as after all it was probably nothing, and maybe in some other universe she had, but in this one she decided to investigate.
It quickly became clear that it wasn't nothing, that someone else was in her home, but she had a few friends with keys to her apartment, most notably her best friend Peyton Charles, so she tried not to jump to any conclusions, although she did consider looking for some kind of weapon.
It was probably very arrogant of her, but she concluded she didn't need one. After all, she was a zombie, and therefore she was a living weapon. Or more accurately undead weapon. Also while in the last calendar year she'd had two people break in to her home she had kicked both of their asses, killing one and ensuring the other ended up in jail, so she was feeling pretty confident.
Then she was feeling pretty angry as she saw who it actually was, Liv only just resisting the urge to kick this bitch's ass. Again. Mostly because when they almost literally ran into each other the other woman startled, and seem so jittery that even Liv momentarily felt sorry for her. Although the feeling quickly passed.
"Gilda! What the hell are you doing here?" Liv demanded, "I thought I made it clear that-"
Suddenly the hooded figure interrupted, "Brains."
Liv frowned, "What?"
"Brains." 'Gilda' repeated, tearing off her headscarf to reveal a long streak of white heir in her usual red, "Give me brains. Please?"
There was a long pause in which Liv seriously considered refusing, and then she mumbled, "Freezer. Bottom drawer."
There was another pause and then Gilda turned back to the kitchen, frantically retrieved what she was looking for and took a huge bite. She then let out a long reliefed moan, putting any doubt to rest what had happened. And that Gilda somehow knew her secret, which was extremely worrying.
Although on the bright side, maybe Liv would still have the chance to kill her. God, she wished that wasn't a joke. Although if she kept eating all her brain food maybe she should seriously consider it. After all, who needed that much brain? And was that how she looked while eating? How she sounded? God, if it was possible Liv hated herself even more.
After another long pause in which Liv studied the redhead she asked, "How do you know about me?"
The redhead scoffed, "Please, I know everything about you."
Liv glared, and pushed, "HOW?"
With a wicked smirk the redhead held out her hand, like she actually expected Liv to kiss it or something, and said, "We haven't been formally introduced, Rita du Clark."
Liv's eyes went wide and her mouth and open, "As in-"
"Yeah, and if you can hook me up with a lifetime of supply of brains, and some protection, maybe I'll tell you all about dear old Dad and his plan to put an end to the zombie apocalypse before anybody notices it's happening." Rita quipped before taking another big bite of her brain sandwich.
"He's what?" Liv exclaimed angrily, and then after a long pause told the redhead, "You know what? Get out. I don't know you, and I don't trust you. And I certainly don't need you."
"Don't you?" Rita raise an eyebrow, "I know where all the bodies are buried, figuratively and literally. Without that information, what can you do to exactly? Kill him? We both know you don't have it in you, even if you could get to him, which I highly doubt given how paranoid he is about someone like you going after him."
There was a moment of silence and then Liv grumbled, "I can't give you a lifetime supply of brains, that's unreasonable, but there's this guy who runs a funeral home-"
"No way." Rita interrupted, "There's no way I'm trusting Blaine. No, I want access to your stash."
Another moment of silence and then Liv grumbled, "What am I supposed to do about protection?"
"I don't know yet, but we're both smart, and I'm sure if we put our heads together we'll be up to think of something." Rita said, "In the meantime I'm moving back in here so you can be my personal bodyguard."
"No way, I have Peyton moving back tomorrow morning." Liv said firmly.
"Well she'll just have to find somewhere else, won't she?" Rita replied mockingly.
More silence and then Liv grumbled, "Anything else?"
It was Rita's turn to look thoughtful for a second, then she looked Liv up and down and replied, "Sex."
Liv frowned, "Sex?"
"Specifically hate sex." Rita clarified, "Specifically with you."
Liv's eyes went wide, "What?"
"You asked what I wanted." Rita smiled evilly, "And I want hate sex with you."
Yet more silence and then Liv exclaimed, "You can't be serious!"
"Can't I?" Rita grinned, "What? You never had hate sex? It's the best. And it would really help clear the air between us."
Liv blinked in disbelief a few times, and then murmured, "I'm not gay."
Rita grinned, "Neither am I."
"I mean I'm not into women." Liv clarified angrily.
"Considering how you look at me, and Peyton, I highly doubt that's true." Rita said dryly, "But if it is, I don't particularly care. I just want to get back at you for cheap shotting me, and I can't think of anything more mutually beneficial than a little hot zombie on zombie action. Alternatively I could go to Major to see it he's more agreeable now you guys are broken up. I bet with the right motivation I could have him doing anything I want."
Liv fumed and stepped forward, "You leave Major out of this."
"Gladly, if you give me everything I want." Rita said with a wicked smile.
For a few long seconds Liv debated this, then firmly replied, "If I do this it's a one time thing. And no one finds out. Ever."
"Sure, if that's what you really want." Rita grinned wickedly.
Before Liv could say anything else Rita grabbed her face, and pulled her forwards while diving in herself for a kiss. Although when their lips crashed together the result didn't seem like much of a kiss. A kiss was a sign of affection. This was something very different. partly because Liv didn't respond at first because she was too busy freaking out that she was being kissed by another girl, and this girl of all girls.
Then when she did start responding there was nothing affectionate or loving about it. It felt like a straight up fight, a feeling which was only enhanced as they began pushing each other up against the walls and started tearing at each other's clothing, although Liv was just angry and maybe even trying to hurt Rita while Rita was obviously concentrating on stripping her.
Unable to resist Rita broke the kiss, pressed her lips against Liv's ear and whispered, "Now you're getting it."
Rita then let out a laugh of wicked delight as Liv growled, pushed her up against the wall and went back to kissing her maybe even more roughly than before. After living with the uptight bitch for several long months Rita delighted in making her lose control like this. Also the kissing didn't suck.
Of course they were at the point were just kissing alone wasn't going to get it, and of course it was up to Rita to make the first move again. So, after removing Liv's bra, Rita grabbed one of those perky little tits and began playing with them. Which of course got a cry of surprise out of Liv, followed by another glare, and then finally more kissing.
Which was actually enough kissing as far as Rita was concerned. At least for now. So she broke their latest kiss, dropped her head down to the nipple her hand was playing with and biting down. Now that really had Liv crying out and whining, but it was important that the other girl understood that she wasn't going to be her cutesy little lesbian lover who played nice.
No, Rita was here to hate fuck, which she felt this proved nicely. Besides, they were now both undead, and it zombies could shrug off bullets from anywhere but the head then they could take a little nipple biting. Or they should do anyway. Liv's ex-boyfriend Major wasn't too keen, but the difference was that Rita wanted him to like her. She didn't care about Liv's opinion of her, so she went ahead and did what she wanted.
To be fair while Liv tensed up and cried out at first, she didn't try and stop her, and when Rita switched to the other nipple there was a little pleasure in the cry that Liv let out. It probably helped that Rita followed each bite with a long drawn-out sucking, and even swirled her tongue around them a little before moving on.
Also, after she flipped their position so she was the one pressing Liv against the wall, Rita started using one hand to cup the blonde's tits into her mouth, and even gently caressed the other boob with her other hand. Then, proving she hadn't quite got it yet, Liv began stroking her hair somewhat lovingly, until Rita bit down extra hard in punishment.
If this was someone she actually cared about Rita probably would have done this for longer. She almost did, because Liv had a couple of really perky titties and Rita had a lot of fun licking, sucking and biting them. However this was still supposed to be hate sex, and Rita was of course eager to get her own satisfaction.
So it wasn't that long before Rita fell to her knees, yanked Liv's panties down, shoved her head between Liv's legs and started rapidly licking her pussy. Mostly just because she wanted to show Liv what she wanted her to do to her when it was her turn, but Rita had to admit, this was kind of fun, and Liv had a tasty little cunt.
"Oh fuck!" Liv gasped, her head dropping back against the wall when for the first time in her life another girl began eating her pussy.
Liv half expected Rita to tease her for that response, but the other zombie seemed a little too preoccupied. Preoccupied with licking her pussy! The other girl! Another girl was licking her pussy! Some variation of that thought echoed in Liv's head for the next few minutes.
Rita's tongue made it impossible to think of anything else, or do anything but moan like a porn star in a girl-girl movie. But like, a girl-girl movie made for girls, because there was nothing exaggerated about Liv's moans, and much to her dismay, at least when she could think coherently again, she certainly wasn't faking her enjoyment. Which actually made Liv whimper rather pathetically.
It seemed for all her many, many faults Rita was really good at eating pussy. Okay, Liv might have liked a little more gentle treatment to begin with, but it felt appropriate after the rough kissing and groping for Rita to start out by delivering half a dozen quick licks to her cunt.
At least each lick started from the bottom and almost made it's way to the top, narrowly avoiding her clit, meaning that Rita could easily intensify things later by beginning to touch that sensitive bundle of nerves. Which was exactly what she eventually began doing, Liv barely even getting the chance to ask for what she wanted before Rita gave it to her.
Although there was a moment where Liv whimpered rather loudly, "Please, please give me more. I need more. Please? I need... I need, ohhhhhhhh, fuck yeah, ooooooh, just like that, oh fuck, oh Rita... Rita, please just oooooooohhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss!"
Despite not really wanting too, because she still hated the bitch, Liv tried to encourage Rita for her own selfish pleasure. When talking didn't really work out she started stroking Rita's hair, which just got her a glare from the evil redhead. Which in turn just made Liv do it out of spite. But also because despite the glare it seemed to work. Or maybe Rita was just eager for them to get to her turn.
Either way it wasn't long before Rita was not only touching her clit with every stroke of her tongue but actually lingering on it, in the process completely blowing the occasional gay dream she may have had about her best friend Peyton, or even Rita for that matter, out of the water.
Those dreams were then blown into the stratosphere when Rita suddenly wrapped her mouth around Liv's clit and began sucking on it, causing Liv to cry out extra loudly. Considering Rita actually began by sucking slowly and building her way up Liv probably would have cum from that alone, but just when the blonde was on the edge of orgasm Rita shoved a finger into the other zombie's cunt, instantly making Liv cum.
It was easily the fastest she'd ever cum, and maybe one of the hardest, and surprisingly Rita didn't immediately pull away from her and demand her turn. Liv would have totally given it to her, after a few long minutes to recover from her orgasm of course, because fair was fair, but to her delight Rita just kept fucking her. Of course Liv wondered what the catch was, and she found out almost immediately.
Rita didn't love the taste of pussy like most of the sluts she had banged, but it was okay. Out of all of them Liv definitely had one of the more tastier twats Rita had sampled. So much so that Rita was hit with a sudden urge to spend the rest of the night in between Liv's legs. Which was a ridiculous thought.
No one would ever be that selfless, especially not her. In fact the thought was scary, in only pushed her to make this more of a quickie. Which was easy enough, Liv's cunt was super responsive to her touch, especially her clit, every previous trick Rita had learned working wonders on her now former roommate. Although maybe that would change now they were allies, which didn't sound so bad of they could lez out on occasion instead of talk about their feelings.
Pushing thoughts of the future out of her head Rita concentrated on making Liv cum. It was clear when she really started going for her clit it wouldn't take much. And it didn't. In the end all Rita had to do was slide one little finger into the other girl's cunt and she came so hard Rita was actually worried that her finger might break.
At least, she would if it wasn't for the accelerated healing of being a zombie. Which admittedly Rita forgot about for a few long seconds as she removed her mouth from Liv's clit to complain, but instead laughed with delight at the sight of the other zombie cumming so easily for her like the little dyke slut she apparently was.
Suddenly wanting to rub this in Rita got to her feet and leaned in to whisper into Liv's ear, while of course continuing to finger her, "That's it, cum for me bitch! Cum like the little dyke you are! Yesssss, cum! Cum for me! Oh fuck yeah, you're actually kind of pretty when you cum. You know, for a total lesbo whore. Ooooooh yeahhhhh, you're cute when you cum on my fingers like the dyke slut you are! You were lying, weren't you? About never doing this before? Come on, admit it... you and your precious Peyton lived between each other's legs! Yeahhhhhh, I bet you two hot little lezzie bitches just couldn't get enough of each other's cunts? Huh? Mmmmm, let's put that theory to the test, shall we? Yeahhhhh, let's see what kind of girl you really are."
At first Rita put her theory to the test by increasing the force of her thrusts, curling her fingers upwards and rubbing her thumb against Liv's clit. Oh, and most importantly of all she mentioned Liv's precious best friend Peyton Charles as much as she could. Particularly that last one made Liv cum extra hard. Hell, maybe she should have tried that first to see if it would work on it's own.
Whatever the case a combination of that name and all the wicked things her fingers were doing made Liv cum so hard and frequently it clearly embarrassed the poor little zombie girl. Her fellow zombie, Rita was forced to remind herself, the thought making her angry, which in turn pushed her to fuck Liv harder.
When the other girl was looking a bit faint Rita pretty quickly switch to the other, better way to test her theory about Liv being a little closet case queer girl. Namely by suddenly shoving her down to the floor and then sitting on her face.
Well, she paused in between to shove her fingers directly into Liv's mouth for cleaning, and the little lesbo slut greedily sucked her own cum and pussy juices off of those fingers like her life depended on it.
Which just further proved Rita's theory. Okay, the fact that Liv didn't immediately start licking her pussy was annoying, but it didn't prove anything. Except that Liv was exhausted, and still hated her. Besides, it wasn't long before Liv was lapping away at her cunt like a good little dyke pet.
Liv didn't actually remember she hated Rita until after she began licking her pussy. Her brain was just too fried from pleasure, and her body was too drained from her orgasms, and it kind of hurt to move any muscle, even the one in her mouth. And the one surrounding it. That's why it was so easy for Rita to throw her to the ground and get on top of her without any resistance.
Or at least that's what Liv liked to tell herself when she regained consciousness properly. Although for a while there she was just a mindless slut, her instincts totally taking over which was the only reason she had sucked those fingers clean and was now licking pussy. Well, that and the fact that it would be rude not to return the favour.
Even though Rita was doing an excellent job of reminding Liv just how much she hated her, especially as she constantly mentioned Peyton, Liv also felt that she would do anything right now to make the bitchy redhead cum. Those orgasms had just been so amazing, easily better than any she'd had with anyone else.
Even Major, who had always been really good at sex, couldn't compare. Which made her worry whether Rita's words were right, and deep down she really was a lesbian. And worse, a stereotypical lesbian pining over her best friend, given the way Peyton's name had pushed her to further heights of pleasure during the fingering, just as they were driving her to new heights of humiliation now.
"Yessssssss, eat me you bitch! Oooooooh fuck yeah, eat me! Mmmmm, eat me like you do your precious Peyton!" Rita taunted gleefully as she pressed her cunt more firmly down onto Liv's face, "Eat that pussy! Eat it! Come on you little dyke, get your face deep in there. Yessssssss, get your face deep in my snatch you filthy little lesbian ho! Oh yeah, eat it! Mmmmmm, that feel so good. Ohhhhhhhh, I love it when a little queer girl like you goes to town on my muffin. Oh yeah, eat it. It's okay, it's okay, just imagine it's Peyton's. Yeahhhhhh, just imagine it's your precious best friend who's sitting on your face right now, mmmmmm, making you eat her pussy, ooooooh fuck yeah, munch it bitch. Yes, lick my clit, lick my clit, lick my clit! Aaaaaahhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk yesssssssss, mmmmmm shit!"
Despite herself Liv couldn't help but do just that, imagine what it would be like to have Peyton riding her face right now. It would probably be more enjoyable simply because Peyton wouldn't be so verbally abusive, but also because she deeply cared about her friend, therefore the sex would mean more.
But would it mean too much? Did she really want to fuck her best friend? Was she really gay? Because she was enjoying this way too much to be completely straight, so Liv was forced to wonder. Only she would do it later, because Rita made sure she wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything except making her feel good, and eventually after a lot of frantic licking, make her cum.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssssssss, make me cum!" Rita screamed, seemingly getting louder and louder, and increasingly less coherent, "Make me cum you bitch! Mmmmm yeahhhhhhhh, fucking make me cum in your dyke mouth and all over your lesbian face! Fuck me lesbo, fuck me! Fuck! Oh fuck. Oh... oh, oh, oh, oh OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!"
Fair was fair. Liv owed Rita an orgasm. Several in fact, and she did her best to give her them, mostly through rapid licks to her clit. Liv thought about trying to bury a hand between them so she could finger Rita's cunt, but the other woman was just pressing her pussy too firmly down against her face at that point.
Luckily the clit licking was good enough, at least when she really got going, and the other woman quickly began squirting directly down her throat and all over her face. Although it mostly ended up on her face because Liv just couldn't swallow it all, even though at one point she tried, because like with pussy cream she found it almost ridiculously yummy.
Rita tried to keep up the type of encouragement she so enjoyed dishing out, but she was just beyond the point where she could talk coherently. She was also beyond the point where she cared about anything but her own selfish pleasure. Well, that was nothing new, but she didn't care about keeping an ounce of her dignity and began screaming hysterically.
She also didn't give a fuck whether Liv suffocated or not, Rita grabbing the back of her roommate's skull and shoving her face as deep into her cunt as it would go. Shortly after that she started grinding herself into Liv's face, making it harder for the other zombie to breathe, and yet the little slut didn't care. No, she just kept trying to get Rita off, which caused a big evil grin to cross over Rita's face.
Whether out of glee over Liv's complete lack of self-respect or just the pure ecstasy which was rocking her body Rita wasn't sure. All she knew was she went completely berserk, her eyes turning red as she slipped into what was known as Full Zombie mode as she brutalised Liv's face even more than before.
To the point where if she was human she would have definitely needed some work done, and maybe even her zombie healing wouldn't fix the damage Rita had done. That thought of course delighted Rita, but no sooner had she thought it then she found herself on her back with an equally red eyed Liv on top of her and staring down at her.
For a moment Rita really thought they were going to fight, and then the other crazy zombie began humping her like some kind of animal. It would have been hilarious, if it hadn't felt so good, as both their thighs were rubbing against each other's pussies, and in the state they were both in it didn't take much for them to cum at the same time.
It would have almost been romantic, if they hadn't been growling and snarling in an inhuman tone at each other. Which was why Rita flipped them to get them back on track, although Liv flipped them again almost immediately, which caused Rita to growl and flip them again, this process repeating over and over again as they roughly fucked right there on the hard floor.
Honestly Rita wasn't sure how long they fucked. All she knew was that zombie on zombie action was definitely her favourite thing about becoming one of the undead, and maybe even worth all the disadvantages, because this was easily the best sex of her life, and she'd had a lot of it, most of it even good. In a way she kind of wished they could fuck all night, but eventually both of them ran out of steam and they were forced to roll off of each other, their eyes slowly returning to normal.
Although even as she lay there next to Liv, covered in gross sweat and other fluids, Rita comforted herself with the knowledge that they had run out of steam at the same time. And she could still so easily get under Liv's skin.
"That was hot." Rita admitted, before teasing the other girl with a grin, "Next time we should invite Major to join us."
"Fuck you." Liv groaned.
"You just did, silly." Rita gleefully reminded her, "But if you want to leave Major out of it, there's always your boss. He's cute. Or maybe even Blaine. Or better yet, Peyton."
Each of those name drops caused Liv to growl in disapproval, but on the last one she set up and warned her roommate, "Hey, you stay away from her!"
"What? It's not like I'm suggesting eating her yummy brain, just her pussy. Or better yet, we could share it." Rita grinned, sitting up. Then she looked thoughtful, "Actually I guess we can't share her little pussy without officially making her join our team, in more ways than one. And we can't turn her into our cunt muncher. But we can DP her. Oh, wouldn't that be fun? Yes, you can lie down and offer her supportive words, and kiss her to your heart's content, while your strap-on cock is buried in her little twat, and as I'm taking that annoyingly perfect ass of hers."
Liv just glared at her for a few long seconds, then began "Rita-"
"Fine, you can have her ass." Rita sighed, "But I insist on taking yours."
"Rita!" Liv practically yelled.
"And it won't be the first time I take your ass." Rita announced boldly, "No, I think that should be just the two of us. It will be easier to teach you that way that I may be a bitch, but from now on, you're my bitch. Mmmmm yeah, you want my help then you're going to have to be my rug munching, anal loving dyke bitch."
With that Liv punched Rita in the face, harder than she did last time, and then yelled, "I don't want your help! I never want to see your skanky ass again! Get out! And don't you dare come near me or my friends again!"
The force of the blow knocked Rita back down onto her back, but she just giggled maniacally, watched live get up and walk away, and then called after her, "What? Was it something I said?"
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They met at a restaurant in Potomac, Maryland for the first time in real life, but it started on the Internet. They exchanged postings for a while, and then Jane finally decided to take the plunge. He had written her stories of mind control, bondage, punishment and humiliation, very erotic stories which both frightened and aroused her.
Jane had her doubts. Could she go through with this, undress in front of a group of total strangers, expose her body, let them punish or humiliate her, do things which would make her feel uncomfortable. It would be for their enjoyment, because Denis demanded this of her. It was more than that, she knew. Down deep, Jane would enjoy the undressing, the punishment, and the humiliation. She knew he would take control, first of her mind, and then her body. The secret slut was wet with desire just thinking of the possibilities of what would after she had given up complete control.
Jane had come by plane. Denis sent her a discount ticket to Dulles International Airport.
"Take a taxi. Tell the driver to cross the American Legion Bridge into Maryland."
"The rest is very easy," he said. Then the instructions: "Get off the Beltway at the second exit and follow the signs out River Road to Potomac. Before the fourth light will be a small shopping center on your right. Have the driver pull into parking lot. There is only one restaurant, The Hunters Inn. Look for my car, a white Mercedes. It's not the latest S-model, or the one Princess Di was riding in, but the model before that."
It was a long flight, and Jane was tired by the time it was over. She had no trouble finding a taxi, and had told Denis the time her plane was scheduled to land at IAD.
"You have 90 minutes from touchdown to get there. Don't be late," he warned.
Jane worried there would be weather related problems, or heavy air traffic in the Washington area, but the sky was clear all the way, and she arrived on time. She didn't want to be late. Denis had warned her that she would receive EXTRA punishment for tardiness. The big white car was in the parking lot. She paid the driver, and he helped her with her suitcase, as far as the front door of the restaurant.
It took a fair amount of courage to open the door and walk in. Would he be there at all? She recognized him from the photo on his web site. He was sitting in the restaurant where he said he would be, in a booth in the back, on the left, his back to the wall. Jane was self-conscious as she walked to his table.
He stood up as she approached. "Hi, I'm Denis. You must be ..."
There was a long pause as he checked her figure. She had sent him a copy of her college graduation photo. She didn't have to tell him she was a pudgy brunette in her mid 20s, 5'4", about 135 pounds. In real life, she barely filled a B-cup bra and her hair was stringy. Jane couldn't help blushing as he inspected her figure.
Denis continued quickly, "Plain Jane." That hurt, but she knew it was true. And then his winning smile.
She smiled back.
"Yes, I guess I am 'Plain Jane'."
"Please sit down. A drink? I've ordered a bottle of white wine, but whatever you like."
"The wine will be fine,"
They talked for a while. She was very new to this, mind control, dominance and submission. She really didn't know where to begin. So he told her about his experiences, how he had gotten into spanking and bondage, and then much later, mind control games. That he understood different women look for different types of experience.
"My role is to satisfy your fantasy," Denis told her. "If I can do that, it will satisfy both of us."
"And your enjoyment?" she asked.
"Don't worry about me. I'm sure I'll find ways to enjoy myself."
At one point Jane excused herself to go to the ladies' room. That was when Denis slipped the Zombie Powder into her wine glass. They talked for a while longer, sipping their wine.
Finally, Denis asked, "Are you ready to do this?'
Jane hesitated. She felt fine when she entered the restaurant, but now a strange sensation had come over her. "I'm not sure. I feel funny. Did you put something in my drink?"
"Why would I do that that? I don't need to drug you to get you to obey me." There was a firmness in this man's voice that both frightened and aroused her.
"Yes, I think I am." Jane was still hesitant, torn by inner conflict.
"Yes, Master, is the correct response. Say it. Tell me you will obey me."
"Yes, Master, I will obey you."
"Good. Before we go, I have one request, something that you need to do."
Denis handed Jane a small package, ordered her to open it. She did as instructed. Then she was confused. The package contained a collar. She knew about it from their conversations. It was black, but not the sexy black leather she had seen in bondage photos. It was a plain black dog's collar with a plated leash ring and a quick release mechanism. He had told her she would have to wear it when they were playing, mostly in private, but sometimes in public places.
"Now put this on, here, in the restaurant," Denis order. "Before we leave. I know a slut like you likes to be on display."
"Don't make me do this, please, not here. I'll put it on in the car."
"We haven't left the restaurant, and you're already being disobedient?" Do I have to humiliate you in public, make you stand up and unbutton your blouse and show your tits, what little you have of them, to the entire restaurant? I command you to put on the collar."
Jane hesitated. A tear started to form at the corner of one eye as the Zombie Powder kicked in and took full effect.
"Please, Master, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disobey you. Please help me adjust my collar."
Denis stood behind her, helped her adjust the collar. She tried turning the collar around so that the plated ring was in back, under her hair, but he wouldn't let her. He held the collar firmly with one hand. With the other he grasped her ear lobe, pinched it, and squeezed very hard.
"Ouch."
Then he whispered in her ear, "Now listen and listen very carefully, you silly little bitch. We're not in the District – not Adams Morgan or Capital Hill, but some of the people here are very hip. They've already guessed you're my submissive, that this is a power test and that I'm going to take you home and beat you for misbehaving in public. They know I'll win, and they KNOW you'll get your ass whipped when I get you home. The idea that this is embarrassing is in your head, not theirs. And I think it turns you on to be displayed this way, being humiliated like this. So do WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO. OBEY ME."
Jane stopped resisting. She knew everything Denis said was true, so she left the leash ring in front, clearly visible. And he was right. She did enjoy being on display, letting people know that she was a slut, totally submissive to this man she met less than an hour before. Her pussy was very wet and she was glad she was wearing panties. She didn't think she could handle, right just now, the additional embarrassment of pussy juice running down her thigh.
"Now take your bag and follow me to my car."
All resistance had drained from her body. Her mind was on auto-pilot. All he had to do was command, and she knew she had to obey.
The car was a big white Mercedes, and he drove slowly and carefully. At his house the garage door opened as he pulled into the drive.
"Show time," Denis announced. "Time for you to get out and drag your sorry ass up to the front door. They're all expecting you, you know."
Jane forced herself to open the car door - to climb out and close the heavy car door. She watched as Denis parked in the empty slot. There was another Mercedes, a blue sedan, in the garage, and a Mercedes roadster in the drive. It was all very different from the economy cars, SUVs and station wagons of her friends and neighbors.
Her feet felt like lead, she had to push herself forward. But she knew she had to OBEY. Jane managed to walk up to the door. It took a little more courage to ring the bell, and before she had time to turn and run, the door opened.
The woman standing at the door was over six feet tall, reed thin, dressed in black jeans and a black tank top. Probably in her late 30s. It was hard to tell how tall she really was with the high Doc Martens she was wearing. Not much tit, Jane thought to herself. But the woman's nipples were hard and clearly visible through the cotton material.
"Hi, I'm Margaret. I see that you're wearing the collar, that you've come to play. I belong to Denis, and Rachel inside belongs to Marco. Tonight you belong to all of us. Sometimes Denis calls me 'Peggy', but you're not allowed. Slip up and I'll punish you for it."
Then Margaret called out loudly "The new submissive slut is here!"
Jane started to turn around, to look for a cab to get her out of here, to go back to Dulles airport to wait for the next plane home. But before she could, Margaret reached up and grasped the collar, pulled her very close, leaned down and kissed her on the lips. There was a hint of tongue and Jane wondered what it would be like to have sex with another woman, wondered what it would be like to have another woman touch and kiss her tits and suck on her exceptionally long, dark brown nipples.. Jane also wondered if she would be made to kiss the other woman's cunt.
Putting her lips very close to the Jane's ear, Margaret whispered very softly, "You're my special treat tonight. I know you're curious. Now get your ass in there right now, or I'll kick the living shit out of you right here on the door step."
The thin woman wasn't wearing a bra, didn't have much tit. If Denis liked women with small breasts; maybe Jane had a chance? It made her feel kind of funny, looking at the woman's nipples - hard and pointy and clearly visible through the thin cotton material.
In a daze, the Jane dragged herself into the house. "Down the steps to the left" Margaret called as Jane walked past, and slapped her on the ass.
Two steps down from the foyer was large room, maybe 24 by 30 feet, and very informal. The far wall was floor to ceiling brick, a seating bench across the bottom, a fire place built in. On the side by the steps the wall was floor to ceiling dark oak, built in bar, cabinets, shelves for books. The ceiling was higher than normal, maybe 12 feet. Dark oak beams and track spot lights.
Jane went down the steps, took two steps into the room, and paused. Denis was already there, standing near the fire place. He must have come directly from the garage. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, she though to herself. Again, Jane though of going home, but at that moment, she couldn't get her mind around it. She felt like she was in a waking trance. Did he drug her back in the restaurant? Margaret's firm hands were on her shoulders.
"Introduce yourself," Denis commanded.
"Hello, I'm ..., I'm ..."
"Don't be shy, sweetie," the man seated on the sofa called out. "There are no secrets here."
"I'm Jane ... " was all she could stammer.
"Con mucho gusto. I'm Marco," he said with a smile. "And the slave in the corner is my wife, Rachel."
Jane shifted her gaze, followed Marco's eyes to the woman standing with her nose pressed up against the wall, hands on top of her head.
"Rachel has been very clumsy this evening, broke some of Denis's most excellent crystal. I'll beat her for that in a moment. She is now reflecting on her carelessness, her clumsiness, waiting for you to arrive. Rachel wants you to see how a well trained submissive takes the cane. Aren't we, mi amor?" he called to Rachel, and smiled again.
From the back, it was hard to tell Rachel's age. All Jane could see was the woman's back, her very shapely legs and ass, waist length blonde hair worn in a braid, a very tight black skirt, white silk blouse, dark stockings and very high heels.
This is loony tunes, Jane though to herself, these people can't be real. But she couldn't shake the heavy fog that was clouding her brain, taking away all her will to resist. Then Denis asked if she would like to sit down, to have a drink.
"Please, nothing to drink," she said as she sat in a low leather chair.
Denis ignored her request. "Margaret, fix our guest a very large cranberry juice cocktail. Use the 16 ounce glass. We don't want OUR GUEST to be thirsty. No alcohol however - we don't want to deaden Plain Jane's senses."
A moment later Margaret brought Jane the the glass on a small sterling serving tray. It was very heavy crystal and Jane picked it up carefully. She didn't want to join Rachel in the corner.
The choice was curious, but then Jane remembered. When she was in the hospital for tests the year before, they gave the woman in the next bed cranberry juice to help her pee. The thought crossed Jane's mind that the drink was prepared before she arrived. Just add ice and serve. He was doing this to embarrass her, to force her to lose control and her wet herself before the entire group. And Denis had planned it in advance.
Jane took a sip of the juice. "I'm really not thirsty," Jane started to protest, but her heart wasn't in it.
"Your drink. Finish your drink, please, so we can get started. We don't want to keep our lovely Rachel waiting much longer. My guess is that her pussy is already dripping wet by now, just thinking about the beating she's going to get."
Jane started to protest again, "please, no, I'm not really thirsty."
"Finish your fucking drink. Now!" Denis ordered.
For the first time, Jane was frightened. "Please don't make me wet myself. I don't want to pee in front of everyone," Jane pleaded.
"No. luv, not in front of everyone. This is something for just you and Peggy to enjoy. Something special for you two to share. It will help make you better friends. Now finish your fucking drink," Denis commanded.
"Yes, Sir." The Zombie Powder had taking complete control of her brain.
"Rachel, mi amor, turn around and show our Plain Jane how pretty you are," Marco ordered.
Rachel turned around slowly, lowered her hands from her head. The woman was in her late 30s, just under five feet tall, a tiny doll of a figure, perfectly shaped, stunningly beautiful. Even at this age, Rachel was still almost drop dead gorgeous. Then the ritual began.
First Rachel took off the wide black leather belt that held in her narrow waist. She unbuttoned the natural silk blouse, slowly, one pearl button at a time. She took off the blouse, folded it, put it over the back of a chair. Then she unzipped the skirt, stepped out of it, put in on the chair over the blouse. Her silk and lace half slip followed.
Rachel was wearing a tiny white lace bra, barely an A-cup, the straps set wide on the sides, with just enough fabric to cover the undersides of her shapely breasts. The nipples and tops of her breasts were totally bare. She wore no panties. Just a white lace garter belt to hold up her stockings. Jane noticed that Rachel was a very natural blonde, noticed that her pubic hair was trimmed very short, noticed that Rachel's pussy lips had already starting to puff and glisten, that she was already wet with arousal."
"See, what did I tell you, Marco," Denis commented, "all you need to do is tell her she is going to get a beating and she gets wet."
"It is unfortunately true, mi amigo. Yes, my dear wife has a very nasty habit. And beating her more will not cure her of this addiction. I think maybe a dozen with the cane, for starters. Then maybe later, after our Plain Jane has entertained us, maybe another dozen with the Scottish tawse, which is what you prefer. Touch your toes, mi amor, knees straight."
Jane was feeling more and more like a fat lump of flab. She knew she would have difficulty touching her toes without bending her knees. So she was amazed that Rachel could do it, not very easily, but could do it, wearing three inch heels.
Jane could see that Rachel had already been beaten at least once that day. Her ass still had a rosy glow, and underneath the redness, the dark blue bruise marks from previous cannings.
The cane was short, maybe two and a half feet long, of fairly stiff unfinished bamboo. It was straight - didn't have the crook end of an English school. And it made a sickening, swishing sound as it cut through the air. And then.
Thwak!
"Ah!," very softly, and then "One."
"Thawk! Thwak!!
"Two three."
The canning proceeded slowly. Jane watched with fascination and horror as Marco laid the strokes in closely, evenly, starting high on Rachel's right hip and working down to the top of her right thigh. No overlap, the welts appeared as if by magic in perfect parallel rows. At the end, Rachel was whimpering, but she had not cried or lost count. And then it was finally over.
"You see how brave she is, my little one? You enjoyed that, my love?"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you."
Then Denis took control. "I think its time for our new guest, our Plain Jane, to get ready. Please take off your skirt and blouse, Jane. I need to flog you with the martinet, and then something you will very much enjoy. I think our little Plain Jane may be fond of Scotland, so we'll take her on an imaginary journey."
Jane had no idea what he was talking about.
"St. Andrew, I believe, is the patron saint of golfers and the Scots. He gave the world the water hazard, the five iron, and his very special cross. Later you and Margaret will have your own private little water hazard, but for now the Cross of St. Andrew is something, with YOUR HELP, we all can enjoy."
She hadn't noticed it when she came into the room. It was tucked in a corner, not in direct site. But there it was, the large X-shape cross, the gleaming polished wood, the wrist and ankle cuffs at the four corners. Just looking at it, Jane felt the wetness starting again.
"Jane, time's a wasting, time to get naked," Denis reminded her.
"Yes, Sir."
In a trance Jane undressed: first her skirt and blouse, that was the easy part. Then she stood there in bra and panties, waiting, all eyes on her. The bra was plain white and padded, not the sexy little contraption Rachel had worn. Likewise, the panties were of lycra, as much to hold her tummy in as anything else. Jane had undressed for her boyfriends, but this was different. She was starting to get nervous, started to feel that sensation of the cranberry juice, wanting to go and pee.
"Now the rest of it. Everything off."
"Please Sir, can I go to the bathroom first?"
Denis thought for a long moment. She was sure he was doing this to prolong her agony. Involuntarily, she started to squeeze her knees together, something she used to do when she was a little girl.
"Please Sir, you said before I could pee if I had to."
That wasn't really what he had said, but it was close enough. He had told her that he would let her pee, that it would be a treat for Peggy, whatever that meant.
"Margaret, show our friend to the bathroom. Let her pretend she's in France, someplace out in the country."
"Come on!" Margaret snarled, and grabbed her by the collar, dragged her from the room. The bathroom was just down the hall. It was done all in white -pedestal sink, round Art Deco mirror, low profile commode, and stall shower. The wall opposite the sink and commode was a floor to ceiling mirror. The cover of the commode was already open.
Margaret pushed her into the bathroom, stood in the doorway, kept the door open.
"Take off your panties, you won't be need them any more this evening," Margaret ordered. "You can keep your bra on for now. It will come off after your flogging, but before Master Denis puts you on the Cross. Can't wear a bra for St. Andrew. It will only get in the way when we play with your scrawny tits."
Was that was what she wanted? For Denis and the others to show some interest in her breasts? She had only had two lovers, one in college, and one after. But Jane learned her breasts were very sensitive to her own or a man's caress. Maybe tonight she would find out if they were even sensitive to a woman's.
So yes, Jane did want them to receive some attention, to have her very long nipples kissed, and then to have them squeeze her nipples, harder and harder, making her whimper, making her beg for relief.
Jane did what she was told, worked the panties over her chubby hips and down her legs. She wanted to get this over with before she lost control and wet herself. Finally, they were down to her ankles and she could step out, one foot at a time.
"Leave them there, on the floor," Margaret ordered. Now lift up the seat and stand over the john, facing me."
"What?"
A blur of Margaret's hand and she felt the slap across her face. "What are you, deaf? I told you once already, lift up the fucking seat and stand over the fucking john, facing me, fuck face!"
Jane was terrified. Nobody had ever talked to her that way before. In a way, the words hurt more then the slap on the face, certainly it hurt more then the slap on her ass when she first came in. But wasn't this what she expected all along? To be treated like the worthless slut she always knew she was? Jane was to frightened to protest. She moved as quickly as she could, did as instructed.
"Now bend your knees, squat down a little. Hands in back of your neck. AND BE VERY CAREFUL! We don't want to get the floor wet now, do we?"
The position was really obscene. Her breasts were thrust forward and she was totally open, totally visible, totally vulnerable. Jane could feel the embarrassment building, the blush starting at her forehead, the redness moving rapidly down her face.
She started to say, "Please, I really don't have to go," and Margaret slapped her again. Then Margaret paused, looked almost apologetic.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you again, I really didn't. Later, after the flogging and the Cross, we can switch. You can be top, you can beat me if you want. We can be friends."
The flood of emotions was confusing, even more so when Margaret reached down, lightly stroked her clit, and then began to tease her urethra and gently kissed her on the lips. Margaret turned on the water in the sink, and continued to tease Jane's urethra. Turning on the water was an old hospital trick, and Jane knew it would work.
"Time to make a little fountain, my love," as she continued to tickle Jane's piss hole.
Jane didn't want to, but she couldn't help herself. And she almost sighed with relief as the first gush splashed over Margaret's fingers. Jane, the slut, was very aroused when Margaret directed the warm golden stream against her leg.
For the first time, Jane looked at Margaret very closely. She hadn't noticed Margaret's eyes, but now realized they were a deep sparkling green. When she first came in the house, she though Margaret's hair was black. Looking closer, Margaret's hair appeared to be a very dark red-brown. Was Margaret really a redhead, or were the highlights from a rinse? And finally she noticed a sprinkling of freckles just showing through the make-up. As a joke, she told Denis over the phone, that she had the hots for tall redheads. But she never though her red-headed lover might turn out to be a woman.
Jane started to put her hand over her cunt as she fished peeing. Margaret stopped her.
"No, you don't need to do that, you don't need to feel ashamed. There is nothing shameful about anything Denis or I will do to you, make you do, or ask you to do to or with us. You really are very nice, and we do want to be your friend."
Very gently, very tenderly, Margaret kissed her on the lips. She kissed Jane again, with more urgency. Jane kissed back, their tongues touching, teasing. Margaret finally pulled away.
"Let's finish this up and get you ready for the next part."
She tore off some paper from the roll, patted Jane dry, probably gave her an extra few pats just to make sure. Another kiss on the lips, and then Margaret took her by the hand and led her back to the large room.
When they returned, Rachel was back in the corner. Her nose was still against the wall, but now her arms were crossed behind her back. From the redness, it looked like she had taken a few additional strokes of the cane while they were away. Denis and Marco were enjoying a drink, making small talk. There was a bar stool in the center of the room. On top was a small whip, of a type she had never seen before.
"What's that," Jane asked. She was clearly frightened that she would not like the answer.
"It's called the martinet, the French version of the cat o' nine tails. French papas have used it for centuries to punish their naughty daughters. It's almost a national institution in France, beating your wife or daughters with the martinet. This one is of cord and bamboo. It's more severe then a flogger of glove leather, much less severe then the cane. You'll feel the sting on your ass, and maybe your cunt, but I'll try to be gentle when I use it on your breasts."
"Please, dear G-d, don't let them whip my breasts," Jane whispered to herself.
Margaret led her to the stool, helped her to lean over. It was just high enough to support her belly. Her feet were flat on the floor and she could grasp the cross bar about half way down with her hands.
"I think a dozen, before we put you on the Cross. Count, please. House rule, if you fail to count, you take the stroke over."
She heard it coming, and then.
Thwak.
"One."
It didn't hurt as much as she though it would. Denis was right, lots of sting, but not the searing pain of the cane.
Thwak. Thwak.
"Two, three."
Thwak. Thwak. Thwak.
"Four, five, six."
At six she could feel the fire building.
Thwak. Thwak. Thwak.
"Seven, eight, nine. Please, a moment before the last three?"
He gave her a moment, and then, very hard and very rapidly.
Thwak. Thwak. Thwak.
"Ten, eleven, twelve. Ahhhhhhh!"
"You always need to thank me when it's over. If you don't, I'll to give you another dozen for rudeness."
Jane knew she couldn't take another dozen, not right now.
"Please, Sir, thank you, Sir."
"You did very well, sweet Plain Jane. This was very brave of you the first time. Your reward will come in a minute, when you get to meet Saint Andrew. I've become very horny beating your ass, so if your indulge me."
Jane looked up and could see the bulge in Denis's trousers.
"Unzip me, slut."
Jane reached up and unzipped him. She hauled his cock from his under shorts. In a trance, Jane opened her mouth.
"Lick the shaft, first, and then use the tip of your tongue in my pee hole."
"Yes, Sir," as Jane went to work licking and tonguing Denis's cock. She held on to Denis's muscular legs for support as she balanced on the bar stool.
"Now cross your wrists behind your back," Denis ordered.
"I'll fall."
"Not if I hold you." Denis grasped her by the hair, pulling hard, as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into Jane's mouth. "And don't bite me, bitch, and don't gag or spit up when I cum, or I'll cut off your nipples when I'm finished with you."
Hearing that threat, Jane thought she would wet herself in fear. She hated the taste of cum, but forced herself to swallow when Denis finally came in her mouth. Jane knew she wasn't pretty, but she never before felt the men she had been to bed with were using her, not like this. After tonight, she would always be a fuck toy to use and then discard - a sex object for some man or woman's pleasure.
After Jane licked the cum off Denis's cock, the two women moved the Saint Andrew's Cross to the center of the room. Margaret led her over, turned Jane around with her back to the large X, helped her step back and up onto the base plate. First they strapped her ankles in place, her legs spread wide apart. Then they strapped her arms over her head, to the upper portion of the X.
Was it the shape, or the symbolism of the Cross, that she found so appealing? Jane had been raised in a deeply religious household, and was aware of the possibility of falling into sin or moral error. They had only recently talked about it. She wasn't sure why - maybe it was the idea of being exposed and corrupted – of being forced to commit unspeakable perversions. Jane knew she would burn in hell for her sins, but the idea was truly exciting.
When she was firmly in place, the women stepped back, and Denis stepped up to the Cross.
"Let's begin with her arms and her breasts."
The first touch was the lightest. Someone, probably Margaret, started just below her right wrist, a very light caress. Slowly this unknown lover worked her way down the sensitive skin on the inner part of Jane's forearm. It felt nice, very soft, very sensuous, very erotic. The second time it was a slightly different touch and it felt even better. A third person, or maybe it was the first one again, teased her now, continuing the journey, from her elbow to her underarm.
"Please, not there."
Almost as soon as she said it, Jane realized her mistake. Another set of hands, maybe a man's this time, showed more attention to her sensitive underarm. She tried to pull away, but there was really no place to go. Then they started all over gain, this time scrapping the skin of both arms with their finger nails. By the time they began to work on her underarms, Jane was frantic, twisting and trying to squirm out of the way.
"Please," she begged, "please, don't. You'll make me pee again."
"If you do, I'll make you lick it off the floor" was Marco's cool reply.
Then two people began to tease her breasts. One was very gentle, one was more insistent. Fingers were replaced by tongues, first kissing and licking, then fingers again, pinching and squeezing her nipples.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned in pleasure.
They stopped for a moment, and she was unprepared for what came next. First a plastic clip on one nipple, then on the other. The pain was severe, more intense than anything she could imagine. Part of it registered in her brain - part went directly to her cunt.
"Oh, please, taken off," Jane begged.
Jane was getting wet, could feel it between her legs. Then a tongue, it must be Rachel, starting just above her knee, licking slowly, ever so slowly towards her pussy. Whoever it was stopped licking her when she reach a place very high on the inside of Jane's thigh, stopped licking her, only to blow on her pussy with a very hot breath.
"We'll have to shave her in the morning. I hate to eat a hairy cunt." She knew that was Margaret speaking.
"Please, please kiss my pussy."
"Not yet, my little one," was Denis's reply.
A pause for a moment, and then the pain shot through her. Someone had flicked the clip on her nipple.
"Ahh! Please! Please don't hurt me."
"Quiet, or I'll gag you," Margaret threatened, and the flicking continued, maybe 10 or 15 times, back and forth, from one breast to the other. Each time, it sent a sharp sensation directly to Jane's pussy.
It stopped as suddenly as it started. Jane tried to listen, sensed some movement very close, then felt the hot breath again on her pussy.
"Thank you," she wanted to say.
Then the intimate kiss and she said it out loud, "Thank you."
Then the first clip came off her swollen nipple and the pain shot right through her.
"Ahhhhhh. Please."
"I can leave the clip on your other tit, and flick it 20 or 30 more times. Or I can take the clip off now spare you the additional agony. Your choice." There was a hardness in Denis's voice.
"Please, don't hurt me any more."
Without waiting for an answer, someone pulled off the second clip, suddenly, and the pain shot through her again.
There was a long silence, the only sound in the room was Jane's heavy breathing as she regained her composure. Finally, a finger pressed against her bottom, and she felt a tongue snake into her pussy at the same time she felt just the slightest penetrate her of rectum.
"Ohhh, yes, yes. Please put your finger in deeper, please."
Jane was technically an anal virgin, but had experimented with anal masturbation, something that aroused her beyond belief. It was her dirty little secret, something that made her feel incredibly dirty.
"I'll rip her a new asshole in the morning," Marco commented. "If she's really an anal virgin she'll shit blood for a week after I put my cock up her ass dry."
"Please, Sir, be kind," was Jane's only response.
Whoever it was, one of the women, sucked her clit tenderly while slowly working the finger deeper into her ass. Soon after someone else began to use the martinet on her breasts. The clips had made her nipples incredibly sensitive, and now the light flick of the cords was torment and pure pleasure at the same time. Jane tried to twist away but they held her shoulders, then held her even tighter, shoulders and waist and legs, as she exploded in her orgasm.
Jane wanted to sag, to lie down, but the wrist straps held her firmly in place. Eventually, her breathing returned to normal and she became more aware of her surroundings.
After a while she heard the sound of the cane, counted the strokes in her head, listened to Rachel take another dozen, whimpering and pleading at the end, "please don't make me take the last three."
But she did take the final three, as painful as they were, and thanked her Marco when he was finished.
Again it was quiet, then some movement, two people leaving. Then more movement.
Jane tried to listen closely, tried to sense where they were in the room. At last she heard a different sound.
Thwak.
It wasn't the cane, probably a strap of some kind. She heard Margaret counting softly. Jane counted to herself with her new friend, listened as Peggy took two dozen, listened as she thanked her lover when it was done.
It was quiet again for a while, and then Denis finally removed her blindfold. The first thing Jane noticed was Margaret, doing corner time. The jeans and Doc Martens were off, but she still wore the tight black tank top. Her arms were crossed behind her back, her ass and the backs of her thighs very red from the strap.
Then Denis stood very close, kissed Jane on the lips, caressed her lips with his finger tips, kissed her eye lids.
"Margaret needed to be reminded of who she is. If you want, I'll make her stand there all night."
Then Denis proceeded to unstrap Jane from the Cross, first her wrists, then her ankles.
"You did very well this evening, Plain Jane" he said, and kissed her again. Then he arose and helped her off the platform.
"Marco and Rachel are upstairs already. By now I suspect he has lodged his considerable penis in Rachel's very tight little ass. And in the morning, I know he's going to fuck your ass, very painfully. You've had a busy evening, my Plain Jane ... and I think its time we put you to bed.'
He held her hand, led Jane from the room. At the door, she turned around, looked at Margaret standing in the corner, as Denis started to turn off the lights.
"Margaret ... please Sir, can she come with us?"
"Miss Margaret, our Plain Jane would like some company this evening" was all he said as he led the way to their bedroom.
Up the stairs, to the end of the hall, Denis led the way. Jane and Margaret followed. They took Jane to the bathroom, all three of them in the oversized shower, lots of soap suds, lots of tender kisses and caresses.
Big fluffy towels all around, helping each other, patting each other dry. Not hard core sexy, but enough to make Denis stiff. Peggy kneeled down and kissed the head of his penis, took him deep into her mouth, then began to lick the shaft. Like in the movies, she reached up and took Jane's hand, drew her to her side.
"Help me. He likes this very much."
They knelt facing each other, kissing him, licking him, their tongues touching.
"Just a little bit more and then you'll both have to stop. I don't want to disappoint Jane her first time."
Just a little bit more, and then he and Peggy took her to their bed. Denis kissed her over and over, first her lips, then her breasts. He used his finger to tease her clitoris and she didn't need a lot of stimulation, she was wet already. Margaret watched, stroked her cheek, kissed Jane gently on the lips.
"Please Sir, can I fuck her. Can we do a DP?"
"I like that idea, Peggy. Good thinking." Jane had no idea what a DP was.
Jane watched in amazement as Peggy attached the harness with the big rubber cock.
"I can't. It's too big," Jane protested.
"Nonsense. Lie on your back, with a pillow under your ass."
Peggy lubed the dildo and slowly entered her. They kissed and it felt nice to have another woman inside of her. Peggy picked up the pace, and then made Jane draw back her legs and put them over Peggy's shoulder. In that position, her vagina was contracted and Peggy's deep long slow strokes, over and over, we almost painful, painful but pleasurable.
"Turn her over," Denis ordered. "I want her in the ass."
Peggy held Jane tight and rolled over. "Now kiss me on the mouth," she ordered.
As the two women kissed, Denis pried apart Jane's ass cheeks. He worked a dollop of KY into her rectum, and then lubed the shaft of his long thick cock. He pressed the head against the pucker of Jane's asshole, and she tried to exhale and relax. Her sphincter was very tight, mostly from fear of what was about to happen.
"Ahhhh, please, no it won't fit. Please, you're hurting me."
"You'll thank me in the morning, when Marco has a go at your tiny virgin asshole."
Peggy relaxed her grip, withdrawing the large rubber dildo slightly, making just enough space for Denis to sink his cock the first two inches into Jane's rectum. The pain was unbearable and Jane started to whimper.
"Only four or five more inches to go," as Denis held the young woman by the hips and pushed forward. Finally he was in her all the way.
"Oh, my G-d, you're splitting me in half" Jane wailed.
"Peggy, if you'll help me."
"Yes, Sir, with pleasure."
As Denis withdrew slightly, Peggy raised her hips and slammed the giant dildo into Jane's cunt. Peggy lowered her hips, and Denis fucked Jane's ass as hard as he could. Over and over they abused the young submissive, first one going in deep, then the other, over and over.
Jane was beside herself, moaning and blubbering and whimpering.
At the very end, Denis was squatting over her, driving his thick cock as deep as he could into Jane's gaping asshole. Peggy made her hold her arms over her head, made her cross them at the wrist, held her tight with both hands, kissed her deeply on the mouth on the mouth as she fucked her..
Jane started to tremble and both her lovers sensed it. Denis's thrusts went in deeper, faster, became more urgent. With an unexpected fury he penetrated her bottom. Jane tried to cry out, but Margaret held her tight, arms crossed overhead, her tongue deep in Jane's mouth.
Jane wanted to cry his name, or Peggy's, to tell then that she loved them, that she would be their slave forever. She started to cum as she felt Denis explode deep in her asshole.
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April 12, 201X
Dr. Megan Davis ran her fingers through her long red hair. Usually, it was kept in a tight bun at the back of head, but it was after midnight now as she poured over the latest reports coming out of Afghanistan. She adjusted her reading glasses on the end of her nose as exhaustion made it even more difficult to focus on the words.
She realized that at forty-two she looked exactly like every man's fantasy of an old maid librarian. It was not too far from the truth actually, except for the librarian bit, of course. Megan was a psychiatrist. Her specialty was PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and she had spent the last decade working as a civilian contractor for the military, helping returning service men and women to process the ravages of war that they had seen.
It was a job close to her own heart. Her father, what little she could remember of him, had been a victim of what they still called Shell Shock back then. His time in Vietnam had eventually cost him not only his wife and children, but his life at the end of his service revolver. Megan was determined to do her best to keep other children from the same fate.
But what she had never counted on was this latest, a new plight that was baffling the best scientists. They had not even been able to agree on a name for it. Instead it was simply called Codename Zombie. The Center for Disease Control was working along experts from all branches of the military to identify the pathogen, but with no luck. Bacteria, virus or chemical agent, no one could decide.
It was called The Zombie sickness because of its unique physical symptoms. From what little, the doctors could find out it began almost like the common flu with a high fever, body aches, chills and a killer headache. But unlike a flu from which most people recovered this illness progressed rapidly. The soldiers quickly showed signs of memory loss and lowered inhibitions, psychological symptoms which necessitated her skills.
But worse was to come. Boils brook out across their bodies that burst and seeped pus. Their core temperature dropped to something that would usually be incompatible with life, the low to mid fifties in Fahrenheit and their skin took on a greyish appearance. Over the course of a couple of days, the subject's mental faculties deteriorated to the point that they were more like our primate cousins than the honorable men they had once been.
And that was the other thing, the disease seemed to only effect males. At first everyone had assumed that it was because the strict military combat restrictions prevented females from coming into contact with whatever anti-gen was causing the illness. But this new report noted that two women had been in the same platoon as the latest victims of the disease, but they showed no sign of developing the sickness.
Megan stretched and rubbed her hand across her face. She should go to bed, but she could not. While she might play a minor role with this team, her job merely to find some way of communicating with the victims once the disease progressed so that the other scientist could collect as much data as possible, it was a task that weighed gravely upon her. What she could not forget was the ultimate outcome of the disease, autopsies showed that the frontal lobe, the portion of the brain that made us uniquely human, capable of higher level thoughts and moral reasoning, was virtually liquefied in the final stages of the illness.
Megan stared at the report forty-seven deaths to date, another two dozen in various stages of the illness, and five missing and presumed dead. The numbers might seem small, the whole thing top secret and hidden as of yet from the American public. Even the families were not told how their loved one had died. The military simply explained their deaths had been so horrific it felt it best to cremate the bodies. She shook her head, a couple of families had protested that it was unprecedented, but they had been silenced somehow.
Her vision blurred for a moment, whether from tiredness or the tears that landed on the dark green folders spread across the table she did not know. She knew she was past the point of logical thinking, she would do no one any good in this state. She opened the top three buttons on her plain white silk blouse, her ample breasts straining against the soft material of her bra. They ached.
It had been days since she had even partook in her ritual of nightly masturbation. She knew she should do so now, but she was too tired even for that. Promising herself she get her fix of endorphins when she woke, she stretched out on the couch in her office. A quick nap, a fast orgasm and her head would be able to focus better upon this problem, she promised herself.
July 5, 201X
The whole facility was abuzz. The medical teams had managed at last to transport one of the victims to their Level Four Biohazard facility. All previous attempts to transport a subject for testing had been considered too dangerous or had resulted in death during the process, except for one any way. That subject had escaped during ground transport from Andrews Air Force base to Fort Detrick, but that had been months ago. Major Martin Littlefoot, an Army doctor woh had first disovered the sickness, had been one of its earliest victims and was presumed dead.
This subject was a young corporal, who was still relatively early in the disease progression. He had not as yet even completely lost his ability to use language, although according to the report his speech had reverted to something closer to a two or three year old, simple three to five word sentences without proper grammar. But it was hoped that by bringing Megan into the research process this early she might find a way to communicate with him even once expressive language faculties were gone completely.
Because most of the subjects exhibited super human strength and speed as the illness progressed, it had proven extremely dangerous for the doctors and researchers to collect samples. Two men had already been killed while trying to collect blood and urine samples, their necks broken like twigs. Of course, the scientist had tried to sedate the victims but Diazepam, Ketamine, Thiopental and even Rohypnol had all proven ineffective.
Now it was up to her. Megan needed to find some way of calming and soothing the subject in order to collect the samples that the scientist hoped would offer some clues to the cause and possible cure for this disease before it was too late. Its spread was accelerating. Two-hundred and fifty-two deaths and another one-hundred and four diagnosed in the past two weeks. If something was not done soon, the fear was that news of this new sickness would leak out to the media.
Megan sighed as she walked into the specially prepared room. It reminded her too much of something out of a bad Hollywood movie. The first room was full of computers and monitors, half a dozen of her colleagues milled about looking at the screens and talking quietly amongst themselves.
Against the far wall was a tiny eight foot by ten foot room. It had only the basics, a bed built into the wall like those used in prison and a shiny metal toilet. In fact, the area looked very much like what she had seen in the Super Max prison where she had once visited a patient before his execution for murdering several civilians in a dissociative state brought on by extreme PTSD.
She nodded to her colleagues as she walked across the room. She watched the young man pacing nervously like a wild animal within its cage. As she approached the creature, man no longer seemed to accurately describe what she saw, it raised its head and furrowed its brows as if sniffing the air. She smiled at him, it, as she approached the thick Plexiglas that she knew served as a biological as well as physical barrier for the positive pressure facility in which the subject was enclosed.
"What's his name?" she asked her colleagues without even turning around. The young man seemed focused on her as he walked slowly across the few feet separating him from the thick barrier.
"Jason, Corporal Jason Winters, ma'am," replied the Lieutenant in charge of investigating possible viral causes.
"Jason," she purred as she lifted her hand slowly to the thick plastic. She pressed it against the cold surface just as she had seen done in televisions shows where loved ones visited inmates in prison. She shivered.
This whole thing seemed too cruel suddenly. This creature was not a criminal. He had done nothing wrong. He was merely sick. A young man that had given his all for his country, almost certainly dying, and this was how he would spend his final days. She closed her eyes and fought back the bile that rose in her throat.
As a scientist, she logically knew that the positive pressure facility offered the best possible protection for those trying to find the cause and cure for this mysterious disease. She knew too that the sparse facilities limited the man's abilities to harm himself or others. But as a human being, she found it all too barbaric and disgusting.
It was not her job though to make those calls, 'above her pay grade' as her military comrades would say. All she could do was her best to find someone of making this young man's final days as comfortable as possible and keeping those she worked with safe from any harm he might unknowingly do.
"Jason," she whispered once more as he came closer. As he extended his hand to place it against the other side of the glass, she noticed the redness and swollen pustules on the back of his hand. His skin was the translucent grey-blue that she had seen only on cadavers. Her stomach did another flip as she realized that in a few days that would be what this young solider was, another cadaver to be dissected and studied before his body was cremated and returned to whatever family he had.
She wanted to turn and run at the thought, but she would not. She had a job to do, just as this creature had once stood honorably to fight for his country. It might be too late for him, but perhaps through his sacrifice they could find a way to help others like him. Save their lives.
She looked up into his eyes. They had probably once been blue or grey, but were now thickened and covered with what appeared to be cataracts.
He tilted his head at an odd angle as if studying her just as she was supposed to be studying him. Then he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
The creature grunted, then growled. The hand against the plastic barrier knotted into a fist that began to pound at it until it shook. The sound echoed around the room as the creature raised its other hand, both fists pounding at the barrier. One of her colleagues pulled her back as the creature screamed, "Smell good."
Megan could see the barrier bulge forward under the raw power of the young man's assault. She automatically stepped back. One of her colleagues pressed the red emergency button and his voice boomed through the room, "Code Blue, code blue in Level Four observation facility. All security personnel report immediately."
She felt the Lieutenant's hands on her shoulders as he pushed her behind him. His body another layer of protection should the Plexiglas one be breeched. It shook even more and sound of pounding vibrated throughout the room as the creature began to pound its head against the glass as well.
"Do something," she screamed as she looked around the room. "Someone do something. He's going to hurt himself," she pleaded as she tried to push past her protector, but the Lieutenant merely wrapped his arms about her, restraining her when she would have rushed to the subjects side.
The doors slid open and several fully armed Marines and SEALs rushed into the room. The lead researcher's voice commanded, "Get her out of here. Now!"
Before she could protest, she felt herself being passed to another set of strong arms. The last thing she saw as she was dragged from the observation room was the young man collapse on the floor, his body contorting and shaking with a tonic-clonic seizure.
October 13th, 201X
Megan was exhausted. She knew that she should go home. Get what little sleep she could. But she fought that at every turn. The nasty truth was that Dr. Megan Davis, MD, PhD and MPH, who had dedicated over fifteen years of her life to the study of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, had fallen victim to its effects.
Since that night three months before, she had not been able to close her eyes even once without seeing the tortured face of the young corporal. Corporal Jason winters had died that night. The autopsy had shown that he suffered a major stroke. And it was all her fault.
There had been some discussion of transferring her to another facility, perhaps to Bethesda or another veterans' hospital. She would have almost welcomed the return to her original passion, PTSD, especially given her new perspective as a victim.
But the truth was that no one left this facility. It was too dangerous. Each staff member, military or civilian, that was entrusted with this top secret material was monitored. Their phone calls, emails and every movement carefully watched.
Even then the government was unlikely to be able to keep the situation under wraps for much longer. Over five thousand soldiers had died of the mystery illness with only a single survivor.
A young woman, a Marine, the only female to date to be infected with whatever agents caused it. Hers had been a relatively minor case, but still she was left incapacitated, most likely for life. She had gone from a bright young officer to something closer to autistic, barely able to speak and seemingly locked inside her own head.
And like Corporal Winters, she was often ravished by tonic-clonic seizures, several times a day. None of the traditional anti-epileptics seemed to have any effect and it was feared that one of these events would prove as fatal as the disease itself had to her male peers.
She was the only one of the half dozen specimens, as they were now inhumanely called, with which Megan was allowed any contact. Of course, she was given access to most of the files. She had become driven in her search for some answer. She knew she was grasping at straws, but she had noticed something in Lieutenant Jane Doe's, as she was called for security, medical reports. The woman had unusually high testosterone levels. Was this perhaps the key to why the disease affected only males?
Megan could not be certain and she was not ready to take her hypothesis to her superiors. It would be yet another excuse for them to inhumanely poke and prod these brave men, who did not deserve this horrible fate that was proving worse than war. But she had a plan to find out.
She checked the clock on the wall. It was after three o'clock in the morning. All of the civilian personnel would be gone and most of their military counterparts as well. Only a handful of the specially trained and armed security team would be on duty at this hour. She scanned their files on her laptop, finding the newest member of the team, a SEAL on his first watch at the facility.
Picking up her security pass and hiding the syringe in the pocket of her white lab coat, she drew in a deep breath. She built her courage. She knew this was dangerous, but she could no longer be pushed to the side-lines of this war with an invisible enemy that was taking a higher toll on our brave soldiers than the war in Iraq had.
As she suspected the halls were empty as she made her way back to the observation room. Her stomach clinched and she fought back nausea. Why did it have to be this one? A dozen new positive pressure prison cells had been created over the past three months as they transported more and more of the sick and dying to this facility.
The clock was ticking, most likely they were already on borrowed time, the snooze alarm winding down on disclosure. More and more families were demanding answers. The military's excuse of a new wave of insurgent attacks no longer satisfied some of them.
But the best minds in the country, now the world as British scientist joined the team, the disease spreading to their forces as well, they were all baffled. No closer to an answer than they had been almost a year ago when the first Marine had come down with the disease.
Megan's hand trembled as she pressed the plastic card against the metal box. She was uncertain if it would even work. Had they changed her clearance? But she saw the green light flash and the thick metal door begin to open slowly.
The man in black fatigues and t-shirt paced back and forth just inside the door. He held a gun that Megan knew was no longer loaded with tranquilizers, but with hollow point bullets meant to cause the most damage and bring down even the largest prey instantly.
"Ma'am," he nodded as she entered. "What are you doing here at this hour?" he asked.
Megan smiled and hoped her story made sense. She had practiced it a hundred times in her mind. "At ease, Petty Officer," she added noting his rank. "I am just here to collect a couple of samples. The brass thought it might be easier when the subject was quieter," one thing their research has showed was that the victims required next to no sleep, usually less than an hour, somewhere in the early hours of the morning. But when they did go down, they slept more deeply, an almost comatose state it seemed, which was why Megan had chosen this time for her expedition.
The man nodded towards the enclosed area. "He just went down, ma'am." He reached for the walkie-talkie on his belt, "But my orders did not say anything about any samples, ma'am. I'll need to check things out with command."
Megan shifted uncomfortably. It was not like she had not anticipated this. She merely hoped her ploy would work. "Go ahead, Chief, but I'm not sure if the orders will even be in the system yet. They come from the top, the Secretary of Defense herself called Dr. Edwards at home. He knew I was the only one still here and so he called me directly," she lied.
The man frowned as if weighing the situation. Megan held still, lifting her chin and meeting the man's assessing gaze. When she did not back down, he nodded and moved to the control panel. "I'm sure you know the procedure, doctor. Change into the hazmat suit in the ante-room, then wait in the pressurized chamber for the green light before entering the cell. Get what you need quickly, then do the reverse on the way out. Don't forget to shower carefully though. Discard your suit in the incinerator," he rattled off procedures that Megan was familiar with from her visits to Jane.
"Yes, Petty Officer," she smiled as she pulled open the heavy metal door that would lock her in with the creature, seal her fate should something go wrong with her plan. For a moment, she hesitated, reconsidering her choice, but the image of Corporal Winters convulsing on that same floor drove her on.
She changed as quickly as she could into the thick white suit with rubber gloves and hood. Her heart pounded as she waited to the door to the positive pressure room to open. The seconds and minutes ticked by, she was loosing precious time. If he awoke, it would be virtually impossible for her to get the blood sample she needed, at least not without risk to her own life. The death toll to personnel at this facility now numbered almost two dozen, including the Lieutenant, who had held her back that night. He had been killed a couple of weeks ago, while preforming almost this same task.
She heard the click and saw the green light above the door. It took a great deal of strength for her to push it open. She stepped through and turned towards her guard, giving the man a thumbs up and a smile she was almost certain he could not see. She moved as quickly as she could in the suit.
The man was still sleeping, she noted with a sigh of relief. She picked up his thick arm that she noted was covered in the pus filled sores. She felt for a pulse, frowning when she did not find one at first, but she noted the slight rise and fall of his expansive bare chest. She counted his respirations, just two in a minute.
She paused, moving her fingers from his wrist to his neck. She pressed against the carotid artery. She knew that she was wasting precious time, but the scientist in her could not help but marvel at this seemingly suspended state of animation. She counted again, three breaths and just eight heart beats per minute. She stored the data in her mind for later examination.
She drew the large bore syringe from the pocket on the side of the suit. She swapped the fold of his arm. She did not even know his name. Since Corporal Winters, she taken special measures to avoid that field on the files she studied. It was her own way of trying to keep them impersonalized. She did not want to know their names, their rank. Did they have families? Wives and children who would be lied to by the government, pushed to the side, never to know the truth of what happened to their loved ones?
Her hands trembled as she pushed the needle into the dark blue vein. She held her breath as she pulled back the plunger and watched the deep red liquid spurt into the syringe. She swallowed as she pulled back on the needle. A single drop of red pooled at the spot where it had been. She reached down for a cotton swap and Band-Aid, replacing the syringe in the pocket of her suit.
Then she felt it the strong, almost brutal, grasp of his hand on her arm. Her squealed as she looked up into the dense, dark eyes of her subject. They were open wide. His nostrils flared and an almost painful expression on his face that once must have been very handsome.
Everything happened so quickly then that she never was to figure it all out. The shrill sound of the alarm echoed in her mind as the creature pulled her against his chest. His gaze held hers as he drew in a deep breath. "Ripe," was his only words as he ripped the thick material of the hazmat suit as if it were nothing more than tissue paper on a Christmas present.
She was naked beneath the suit and the cool air of the positive pressure environment caressed her skin. Her nipples hardened instantly. It had been months since she had masturbated. Not since before that night. Her bodily need seemed indecent, inconsequential somehow in light of all that was happening. The PTSD too had played havoc with her normally high sex drive, which suddenly seemed to be in over drive.
She felt blood rush to her womb, her clitoris throbbed against the rough material, begging to be freed as her breasts now were. She heard something click and for a moment feared it might be her sanity fleeing her addled brain. Then she heard the clang of metal as the door flew open.
The guard burst into the room, his gun raised towards the man's head, ready for the kill shot. Her heart stopped. She cried out at the injustice. The young Petty Officer forced to kill not an enemy insurgent but a comrade. Her stomach churned.
But it was too late. The creature with its super human speed was upon the man in the flash of an eye. She bent over, emptying the contents of her stomach on the floor as she heard the sick thud of human flesh against solid concrete. She forced herself to look over. The doctor in her determined to go to him, to help the man, who had risked his life to save her from her own stupidity. But the odd angle of his neck as it fell towards his chest, the blank stare in those eyes that had interrogated her, told her that it was futile. The man was gone.
Just as quickly the creature was upon her, ripping the rest of the suit form her body. The hood still obscured her face, blocking her view of her assailant as everything took on some odd ethereal feel. Her whole body went limp as the man/creature kneaded and squeezed her large breasts. She cried out, but even she was uncertain if it was from pain or pleasure.
Her body that had been denied any release in so long was on fire. Her nipples burned as she thrusts her chest out, seeking more of his touch. Her clit throbbed between her legs as she felt a rush of liquid flow down her inner thighs.
The creature lifted her above its head until her breasts were level with his mouth. He jerked her against him as his mouth covered her hard nipple. He made no preliminaries, no soft licks or kisses as he bit down hard on the puckered pink flesh. She cried out again as her hips bucked against the hard plains of his abdomen. As if sensing what she needed the creature used its other hand to spread her legs. His thick fingers found her wet channel and thrust deep inside them.
Megan screamed as she felt her body convulse around his fingers. She threw back her head and gave into the most powerful orgasm of her life. She felt liquid shot from between her legs. Not run gently down the man's fingers but actually spurt from her body. Her cheeks glowed red and she felt the heat of the blush spread down her neck and across her chest as she feared that she had wetted herself.
She listened as the creature snarled. It was a sound more animal than man. Cold fear and hot desire warred in her mind and heart as her eyes flew open at the sound. She stared once more into those hazy eyes that might have once been a soft chocolate brown. The air froze in her lungs as she swallowed hard, watching the creature bring his fingers to his mouth. He sucked her fluids off of them and moaned almost in pain. "Mine."
Megan felt herself thrown onto the thin mattress. One of his large hands pressed her head into the rough cotton sheets as his other arm wrapped about her waist, lifting her lower body until her ass was high in the air. Her heart stopped as she realized how vulnerable she was in this position.
But the creature gave her no time to ponder that thought further as she heard the ripping once more of material. Then he was upon her. Inside of her. She cried out as she felt her tight hole stretched as it never had been. She struggled beneath the creature, trying to evade the thick cock that was plunged deeper and deeper inside of her. She stilled though when she felt the powerful sting of his hand on her ass, a half dozen or more solid blows landing on them in quick succession.
"No," he growled as he yanked the hood from her head. Her hair had fallen out of its normally tight bun sometime during the struggle. The creature winded its fingers through its long red tresses and jerked her head back. He bent over, until his nose almost touched hers. Again, he growled a single word, "Mine," as his body increased the tempo.
He held her there, staring into those eyes that were half animal, half man in the throes of desire. His hard cock rammed and battered her tender folds until she feared that he would rip her to pieces. While it was painful, it was the other sensation that startled Megan most...desire. Need. Although she had just had the most powerful orgasm of her life on his fingers, she felt the tension coiling and building in the pit of her stomach once more.
Then it burst upon her. If the other had felt like a tsunami, breaking against the shore, sweeping everything in its path away, this was the mega earthquake that caused it. She screamed as she threw back her head. Her whole body shook and trembled beneath the creature as she felt the muscles between her legs squeeze around his invading tool, milking him, drawing forth his own release.
She felt his pull on her hair once more as he drew her back towards him. His mouth captured her cries of pleasure as his thick tongue plunged down her throat sucking the very air from her lungs. Just as the darkness threatened to overcome her, her lungs burning for oxygen, he breathed into her. His breath, his life, as she felt his body tense, the rush of heat and wetness filling her womb.
Her body answered his call, her orgasm reaching a new plateau as her tender pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper and pleading for more. She felt him stiffen behind her and turned. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the full security detail rush into the room. Six men, guns raised and aimed at her lover.
Then he collapsed on the floor behind her. She cried out as she fell next to him. Her hands caressed his face, unaware of her nakedness, uncaring that the guards stood staring at them. At first, she thought that he had been shoot. Her fingers trembled as she sought any sign of a bullet wound, her eyes too clouded with tears for the job.
Then she felt the soft caress of a calloused finger against the corner of her eyes. She looked down, her vision cleared for a moment. Clear soft chocolate eyes greeted hers. She smiled at him, her own fingers mimicking his, brushing a single tears from the crinkled corner of those breath-taking eyes.
She bent forward, straining closer to him as he whispered a single word. "Mine." Then those beautiful eyes rolled back into his head, his whole body stiffened, then he began to jerk violently in her arms.
Two of the security detail rushed forward, grabbing her beneath the arms and pulling her back. They passed her off to another man, who wrapped his arm about her waist and held her back. Her body thrashed and fought him as frantically as her lover's on the cold, concrete floor. She screamed and pleaded with them to release her. She begged to go to him. She cried out for them to lower their guns.
There was no cracking bang. No gun fire. No smell of powder. But suddenly his body stiffened once more then went completely limp. She cried out and with a super human burst of energy that she would never know from where it came she broke free of her guard. She rushed to him and lifted his still body in her arms.
The doctor in her felt for a pulse at the coratid artery once more as her cheek against his nose felt for a breath, watched for the rise and fall of his chest. But none of it came. No soft beat of his heart, no hot breath of life.
"Fucking, do something," she screamed at the men, who stood back watching them. "Call somebody you fucking assholes," she cursed as she pounded on his broad chest, trying to restart his heart, even as her own broke.
She felt a gentle hand on her shoulders as she fought desperately to save his life. She looked up into a darker face, dark brown eyes pleaded with her. "Ma'am, he's gone. There's nothing anyone can do. Let him go. Please let him find whatever peace there is."
Her hand flew to her mouth as the man's words registered in her shattered mind. "Oh my god, what have I done," she cried as she realized the enormity of her sins. Two men were dead. Six others would likely be in a matter of weeks.
For what? The name of science? A crazy hypothesis? To assuage her guilty conscious? None of it was fair. Nothing in this fucked up world made sense anymore. She felt strong arms gently wrap about her. A warm blanket appeared out of no where as she collapsed against a warm body. But warm for how long? How long until this horrible disease claimed his warmth, his mind, his life.
For the first time, she felt the true human toll of this war. And it was a war. The enemy might be some invisible microbe or airborne chemical, but that did not matter. It was taking lives, robbing futures and claiming the brave men that served and protected their country. It was not fair. It was not right. Anymore than any other enemy that they faced with valor and dedication.
She watched as one of them walked over to the bunk. He pulled off the white sheets that was still damp with the fluids of their lovemaking. He strode over to their fallen comrade, so still and quiet on the hard floor. He placed the sheet over the fallen warrior. He and the others lifted their hands to their brows and saluted. Megan clutched her hands over her heart and cried at what she had done to all of them.
October 31, 201X, Halloween
Halloween. Megan trembled as she held the thin white stick in her numb fingers. Looking at the two blue lines, her heart pounded so loud that it drowned out all other sounds. "More like fucking April Fools," she whispered as she dropped it into the waste basket with the other five.
She had been out of quarantine just three days. She had a renewed appreciation for all that these men, subjects, specimens, whatever demeaning and degrading term was currently in vogue with command. Her every movement had been watched on the surveillance cameras in her own positive pressure eight by ten room. She had had lots of time to think.
There was not much else she could do. Well, other than answer their intrusive questions. She had been debriefed at least a dozen times. Repeating her story each time until she was too numb to feel any thing. Then crying herself to sleep each night. But she never managed to stay asleep for long.
Corporal Jason Winters, US Army. Petty Officer Damian Gomez, US Navy SEAL. Sergeant First Class Dwayne Jackson, USMC. Chief Petty Officer Kyle Campbell, US Navy SEAL. Corporal James Wright, US Army Delta Force. Lieutenant David Stephens, US Army Paratroopers. Master Petty Officer of the Navy John Majors, US Navy SEAL. Staff Sergeant Patrick O'Malley, USMC. And Major Steve Rogers, US Army Paratrooper, her lover and her baby's father.
Over the past two weeks, she had dug her head out of the sand. She had learned their names, all their names. Including Lieutenant Stacy McGraw, USMC, whom she had always known simply as Jane Doe. They all held special place in her mind and heart. The men whom she had murdered.
Her hand went protectively to her flat stomach. She had never considered herself the maternal type. She had long ago decided that her career would be her baby. Her life's work with PTSD her legacy consumed so much of her time and energy that it did not seem fair to bring a child into it all.
But the world was spiraling out of control. Everything was changing. Including this tiny flicker of cells that was no more than a blob at the moment. But that blob was all that was left in this world of Steve Rogers. She laughed at the irony of his name and shook her head.
She was not sure she was up to this job. Motherhood had always seemed a scary thing, but single parenthood seemed even more daunting. Especially when the mind of a scientist took over, questioning what her child would be like. It was not like she could just waltz into Fort Detrick and ask...so how does this disease effect spermatozoa?
She frowned. After two weeks of being poked and prodded, it was not a life she would wish on anyone, especially a baby. Her baby. But over those two weeks, her every bodily function had been monitored. Blood drawn. Urine taken. Even fecal samples. Fuck. They had her blood and her urine. If they did not know already, it was certain that they would soon.
She trembled as her other hand came up to cover her mouth. It proved futile to stifle the small gasp that escaped at the thought. Her baby. They would take her baby. Experiment on it. She shook her head and pressed her hand more tightly over her stomach. "No, not as long as I have life left in me. I won't let them get this baby. It's the least I owe them...for all they did for this country."
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CHAPTER 1: The Beginning of the End
Ashley Ellex jogs down the cobbled path of the Luminare Park in Downtown Los Angeles as the summer sun begins to set. She passes trees and families walking their dogs as the men stare at her with pure thirst for her attention. She ignores them as they all watch her large double E breast bouncing up and down.
Her long beautiful dark hair is tied into a ponytail while her black mascara shadows her gorgeous emerald green eyes. She breathes quietly with the pink gloss of her voluptuous lips smearing down her chin slightly while her tongue ring swirls in her mouth. The sweat from her running forces her pink training bra to cling to her slim body as her toned belly begins to drip sweat down to her white booty shorts which conceal a pink thong beneath. The sweat continues dripping down her thick legs into her pink and white running shoes.
"Nice tits"
A local gangbanger by the street name of Romeo mocks while smiling with his boys. Ashley ignores him as she makes her way out the park and to her white Mercedes. She hops in and begins driving home while playing The Weeknd in the background as she texts her photographer, booking another photo shoot for her modeling career.
She begins texting when all of a sudden her car is stopped by the immense traffic line building up on the freeway. She stares confused while police sirens can be seen in the distance. She immediately assumes there's been an accident as a sigh escapes her luscious lips.
"Yo, what's the hold up?!"
A fat man with a yellow shirt yells while storming out of his car as his wife shouts for him to get back in. Other people begin to walk out their vehicles and complain as Ashley sits put in her seat. The sun is going down faster now with the moon rising in it's place, when all of a sudden military choppers begin to fly into the city. Everyone echoes silence as they all stare up as fighter jets soar through the sky with a man's voice raining down on them.
"Citizens please do not panic. Go to your homes and lock the doors. This is not a drill"
People begin to mutter to each other what they think is happening when suddenly a little girl in the car next to Ashley's asks,
"Mommy, are we at war?"
The mother sighs while explaining to her daughter that she doesn't know what is happening. Ashley becomes frustrated as she begins flipping her phone, becoming easily annoyed with how long this traffic is taking, when all of a sudden a loud explosion roars in the distance...and then another...and another!
"Oh my God!"
The mother in the car next to Ashley shouts. Everyone stops what they are doing as they hear gunfire echo throughout the city as people can be heard screaming from the cars way in front.
"What the hell is going on?!"
An old bald man shouts when all a sudden a blood hungry zombie sprints out of nowhere and tackles him to the ground, sinking it's teeth into his skull while his brain splatters out onto the pavement.
"Everyone get out of your vehicles! We have to leave now!"
The fat man with the yellow shirt shouts as everyone complies to his suggestion. Ashley quickly steps out her white Mercedes as she becomes part of the crowd of people sprinting back into the park.
"My husband!"
An old woman shouts as she rushes over to the old bald man who died when all of a sudden he comes back to life and bites her jaw off.
"AHHHHHH!"
She screams as she is eaten alive while Ashley and the rest of the Los Angeles citizens sprint back into the Luminare Park while the marching sound of an army of zombies can be heard growling and screeching, coming straight for them all!
"Emily keep running!"
The mother shouts to her daughter when all of a sudden a giant mutated zombie with frog-like features watches her from the side of a skyscraper. The frog zombie sticks out his tongue from over a mile away as it grabs the little girl in it's sticky grasp, while lunging her out of her mother's hands.
"Emily!"
The woman shouts as the little girl is sent soaring through the air with her screams echoing to everyone's ear. The frog zombie swallows the little girl whole, as the loud crunching of her bones can be heard even from the park while the frog zombie digests the still alive little girl into his stomach acids.
"Oh my God! NO!!"
The mother begins screaming as she stops running and falls to the ground crying while a swarm of zombies tackle her to the ground and feast on her flesh. Her blood sprays all over the cobbled ground while everyone continues running as Ashley catches up with the fat man with the yellow shirt and his wife.
"John I don't want to die!"
The wife shouts to her fat husband as he shouts back,
"Don't worry Gretchen, we wo..."
All of a sudden a worm-like zombie emerges out of the ground, sending pieces of pavement flying as it wraps itself around the fat man's wife.
"Gretchen!"
He shouts as the worm opens it's gaping mouth and begins swallowing the fat woman whole.
"AHHHHH!"
She screams in utter fear as her face and body is surrounded by the throat of the giant worm swallowing her whole. John becomes angry as he grabs a piece of the shattered cobbled ground and stabs it's rugged edge into the worm.
"Take that!"
John yells when all of a sudden the stomach acid of the worm spews all over him, as his entire body begins fizzing with boils emerging all over his skin. He screams in pain as his face caves in while limbs of his body begin to fall off as his jaw drops to the floor. Within seconds, John and his yellow shirt are disintegrated while Gretchen yells in fear as she is still eaten alive.
"Holy shit"
Ashley whispers to herself as she continues running at full speed, only looking behind her to see what is happening. She is one of the few survivors still alive as she knows that she can't outrun these monsters so she needs to find somewhere to hide...and now!
Her emerald eyes make contact at the restrooms as she sprints right for them. Her body still clothed in her running gear as she rushes into the boy's restroom without thinking when all of a sudden she catches Romeo and his two friends smoking weed in there.
"Well what do we have here"
Romeo smiles his silver grill with his Latin skin covered in tattoos as he passes his blunt to his fat homie. Romeo is tall and muscular with a short dark faded haircut while his friend Piggy is fat, short and smelly as their last friend is a tall and skinny man with crooked teeth named Churro.
"Please don't hurt me, there's monsters outside and we need to hide!"
Ashley explains with the scent of begging fragrancing from her lips as Romeo laughs.
"Yeah, we know. Take a look at this"
All of a sudden Romeo pulls out his phone and shows Ashley a video of a news reporter explaining to everyone what is happening.
"Hello, this is reporter Jessica Jade, and everyone all over the world is being attacked by what can only be described as zombies. These flesh eating mutants are the effect of an airborne toxin created by the terrorist group 'Anarchy'. The understanding of how these creatures evolve is still unknown but what is known, is that human sperm is what keeps us immune. Men will survive just fine since they naturally have sperm in their bodies, but for all women out there, you must inject, consume or swallow sperm every 24 hours, or else you will become a zombie by default"
Romeo turns off his phone as he smiles down at Ashley while she slowly backs away.
"Make your choice baby girl, you either suck our cocks and swallow this sperm...or turn into one of those things out there"
Ashley peaks out from the edge of the restroom as she watches in horror as people are eaten alive with the look of pain in their miserable eyes. Tumors are spawned from zombie's faces while entire scabs of flesh are missing from their body. The transformation process of turning into one of those things must be extremely painful. Ashley sighs as she walks back towards the gangbangers as Romeo smiles down at her.
"So what will it be?"
He asks as her lips exhale a deep breath while she drops to her knees without saying anything. The gangbangers smile at her while the scent of urine hits Ashley's nose as she begins to look around the dirty restroom. Graffiti on the walls with the mirror shattered and fogged up from years of abuse.
"Not here, you'll suck me off in the stall, next to a dirty toilet"
Romeo demands as he grabs Ashley by her ponytail and begins pulling her into the restroom stall while she walks on all fours like a dog. The other two bangers laugh as they hide in the other stalls, telling Romeo to let them use her after he's done.
"You ready bitch"
Romeo asks Ashley as he unzips his pants while Ashley begins to smell the horrible scent of that shit ingesting toilet. Once upon a time Ashley was untouchable, considered a modern day princess with men willing to do anything to get her attention and now...she's just some slut in a dirty restroom.
"Open wide whore"
Romeo demands as Ashley obeys while Romeo pulls out his thick, nine inch penis that looks disgusting to Ashley's eyes. Her breath releases from her lips on to Romeo's dick as he slowly inserts it into her mouth. Her soft glossed lips smearing as his penis slides through her throat. Immediately, she can taste pre-cum dripping from his cock as he explains while pushing her head down on his dick,
"Take the whole thing in your mouth"
Her face scrunches up as the taste of his penis feels like hard rubber to her tongue. Her mascara begins to slide from her eyes as tears drip down while her tongue ring begins swirling harder with his dick in her mouth. Loud gagging noises can be heard as the boys in the other stalls begin jacking off to the sound her getting face fucked.
Her eye shadow begins to droop over her eyes, forcing her to keep them shut while her lipstick is smeared everywhere with cum and lip gloss dripping off her chin and onto her busty pink training bra. Romeo grabs the back of her head with more force as he begins thrusting into her mouth. Ashley's throat feels like it's on fire as he uses her esophagus as a fleshlight.
"Pl-ee-eeze St-aughp"
Ashley begs with her hands on Romeo's lower abs as he smiles harder while fucking her face faster.
"Shut up bitch!"
He demands as he begins pissing in her mouth. The hot urine begins to fill in her mouth like water to a balloon as she suddenly releases Romeo's cock out of her throat and spurts all the piss out her mouth. Her entire body is covered in piss as Romeo smiles while grabbing her by the head again and forcing his cock back in her mouth.
"No Wai-atte"
Ashley pleads while his cock slams back into her throat as he lifts his leg up on the side of the stall and begins fucking her face even harder. She places her hands in her lap as his cock slides in and out of throat with cum and urine drip down into her stomach.
"Swallow everything bitch!"
Romeo shouts while the hard floor is beginning to make Ashley's knees uncomfortable as her lips begin to swell up from Romeo fucking her face too hard. Ashley's head feels like it's spiraling when all of a sudden Romeo grabs her ponytail scrunchie and yanks it off.
"You won't need that"
He chuckles as he grabs a fistful of her hair, using his hand as her new scrunchie while he plummets his cock down her throat so hard she can't breathe. Her nostrils gasp for air while Romeo busts his final load into her mouth. Her throat begins gagging as he keeps her head in place, forcing her to sit still as he cums everything he has.
"Good girl. I'll give you 5 minutes to clean yourself up so my boys can have fun too"
Romeo demands as he pulls his cock out of her mouth and zips back up his pants. He exits the restroom stall as Ashley is left to sit there in regret with cum and urine all over her. Her mouth is dripping all kinds of liquids as that retched stench of the toilet makes her want to puke. She looks up at the ceiling and saids to herself in her head...
"I rather die".
TO BE CONTINUED
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<I>Well this is a new series. I'm working on the others and hope to post them soon. Hope you like it.
And please leave comments and suggestions. They means a lot.</I>
CHAPTER 01: Serious Matters
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"Zara, you're needed in Gate 03 ASAP!" Saint said typing away on the computer. Zarlene who was trying to be calm for the last seven minutes nearly blew out, losing whatever calm she did managed to gather.
"WHAT?"
Saint paused on his light speed typing and sighed. He rolled out of the Surveillance booth facing her.
"Well, they are trying to rip away on the gate and if you don't hurry, they might actually succeed." He sad clasping his hands on his lap.
Zara just blinked for few moments.
"Where's Andrew?" She asked in a small voice. She really hated to fight those ugly slimy creatures. They even stink!
Saint moved back in the booth.
"He is quite busy at Gate 01." He said pulling the headgear on, his tone blank of any emotion.
"This is ridiculous. They are not smart enough, are they?" Zarlene said standing up and going over to the cubicle to change into her battle gear. A thick translucent glass chamber that occupied the left wing of the room they call TECH HUB.
Saint tried his best not to look at the silhouette of her trimmed figure but mostly failed. He knew that this was an impossible dream of his, but he could hope that one day his best friend will be more then that. That one day she would notice how much he wanted her. But that day wasn't present in his dimension and he tried to accept the fact.
Then he remembered about her question.
"Y-Yeah. But they are evolving."
Saint snapped his head back just as Zara came out wearing army style black full sleeved t-shirt, padded and armored in places most prone to bites and scratches. That means, it covered each and every part of her. The suit was a fashion disaster, making her look like a over-sized mutated potato. Another thing to add to her misery.
"You look marvelous. You should try it when Andrew is around. He would surely fall for you." Saint snickered at the contorted expression on her face.
Zara showed her best friend the 'holy' finger before setting her headgear, synchronizing it with Saint's piece.
"Hello, asshole? Hear me you son..."
"FUCK OFF!" Saint screamed making her cringe.
Zara laughed at his outburst before taking her full-auto out of the safe and disappearing through the door.
Saint remained still.
"No, Andrew is the asshole. Ignoring you, Zara." He whispered, covering his mouth piece. He closed his eyes, collecting his emotions, then jumping back to his work. To save her from unwanted and mostly disgusting surprises.
**
Zara raced down the array of corridors towards her destination. Her mind still in the Tech Hub. Her heart racing. Andrew. She had a crush on the boy, okay the man, five years older then her eighteen, from god knows how many years. He was everything a girl might want in her man. Brave, strong, handsome among other things. She wanted to be with him. But the problem was, he doesn't even notice her that way. She have been trying to get his attention for years but he acted like she wasn't good enough for him.
Now, she knew that she is more then good. She knew how attractive she was, with her voluptuous features. She have many times noticed boys at the Colony gawking at her double-D's, or at her finely curved backside. Her mother disapproved of her figure stating that having big things means more meat for the zombies. It was quite stupid of her of all the people. Where else does she thinks her daughter inherited her finesse at this department.
She was brought out of her introspection with the hiss of the shielding gate opening.
"SDVO. Opening gate three in one minute and counting." Came Saints clear voice making her shudder. She couldn't decide whether to kiss him or kick him for it. The new voice refining system he set up in the visors were so much distortion free that it felt like he whispered down on her ears.
Now for you people, SDVO stands for 'Safety Down, Visor On', a standard procedure for the Terminators. And that's what she did. A cool blue tinge took over her vision, showing various readings in white before clearing and showing a countdown timer.
Thirty-six, Thirty-five, Thirty-four...
"Good luck." This time he did whispered causing a similar reaction. She blamed it on the machine, again.
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Saint snickered as the reading of her heartbeat suddenly piked. The tech wiz was happy knowing his voice have a reaction on her. He knew very well that he will hear about it forever but it was worth it.
He focused just as the timer showed ten seconds. Another window spouted next to its brethren, showing the view just outside the triple layered entrance. Gate no. 03 Printed in red with the 'te' now sacrificed to the nicking and scratching.
"Three on the left, five on the right and two just ahead of you." He informed her just as the first lock hissed open.
"YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Zara cursed as she blew two heads in precise two bursts, "You telling me now?"
"Well, it was the right time to trigger your instinct." He countered.
Technically he was right. Within five seconds, she had already burst open five heads. The dead dead lay still minus their head.
"I'm coming for ya!" She screamed at her not so best friend, giving the sixth zombie a good sweet chin music. Its neck snapped and the body slummed down on the cracked asphalt. Zara felt adrenalin rush through her veins as she parried a pair of back nailed hands. Her hand flew to the machete clipped to her hips and with a graceful curve the unfortunate zombie was unhanded. It tried to scream but what came out of its torn and rotten vocal chords was similar to a screech. But before its brains could contemplate its next move, it wasn't left with one.
Inside the Tech Hub, Saint was having his own issues. One of the hands have knocked down the surveillance camera. So he was without any visual. He berated himself not adding an inbuilt camera on Zara's headgear.
"Zara, the cam is down!"
Well, you don't need to panic. The done with the zombies and my visor isn't showing any movement within a mile radius. So, we're done here." She said dispatching the last one.
"Thank god. Are you okay. They didn't bite you or something did they?"
Zara rolled her eyes pulling off her visor, an illegal move that could result in a good rebuke from the Prime Commander about family honor blah, blah, blah. But her friend can take care of the minor details.
She turned the mike off pulling it down to her neck. Her sleek raven hair wasn't so shiny anymore, covered in stinky red goo. She walked a few steps away from the gore, catching some of the morning sun.
She heard the constant beeping coming from her ear piece. But she ignored it. It was probably Saint trying to shove a piece of wisdom into her stubborn head. After few more beeps. It went silent. She knew it was wrong to hung on your best friend like this but sunlight was a very rare commodity. She lost herself thinking about what humanity have lost. What it have done to itself provoking this biohazard.
What she failed to notice in her restful trance was the danger rising behind her, crawling its slimy talons towards her.
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To someone who don't know Saint well enough, it might seem that he is having a panic attack, which ofcourse was not the case. It was just his hyperactive mind. After he noticed the strange disturbance rising around Gate no. 03, he tried to warn Zara. But Zara being, well Zara, ignored it. Andrew was too far away to reach her in time. So he was left with the only option, which wasn't very much an option anyway.
He raced down the same corridors that Zara trailed few minutes ago. Without bothering for any armor rest his usual work clothes he felt terrified.
"This is stupid! What am I supposed to do there?" He muttered, gripping the auto-shotgun firmly. "I haven't taken a single shot in last four years. God, what if I got myself killed or worse?! Infected!"
But he didn't stop. He can't stop. Zara was in danger and he would rather die then let her get into harm. It might sound as an exaggeration on his part as he was the one who send her out there, but it was important. She is one of the best fighters the have to offer, even if she despises her job so much. She is ignorant, so he had to take the rein to keep her edges sharp.
About thirty meters away, Zara was in a compromising situation. Before her stood a twelve feet zombie Assembly. It was disgusting to even look at less fight. It was bulky, which was a surprise as it was a ten in one package. Four heads formed its what appeared to be the upper torso. Two on the shoulders and two on the knees. Besides its fat arms and legs, five to six hands spiraled around her body clawing at nothing but air. Its middle portion constituted of two crossed arms and nestled between them was its maw. Hundreds of sharp teeth's circled inside. It wasn't the best place for a vacation unless you're trying for a permanent one.
But it wasn't the most hilarious part of it. That would go to the place between its legs, where a huge cock hung twitching occasionally. It almost made her gag.
"You're quite a man aren't you." She found herself commenting. Ofcourse she didn't expect it to understand the pull.
But surprisingly it did, or rather to say he.
"Spprread yourr leggsss cunnt!" The voice was a mix of different overtones entwined to make a muscular one.
After the initial astonishment on hearing the monster talk, Zara dared to glance at the three foot long dead meat. The skin was chipped and cracked with rotten blood and other feverish fluids oozing out of them.
"I'd rather be a virgin for life then spread my legs for you." She spat at him. Then swiftly shot two bullets to his torso. Two of the four heads burst open. But even before her eyes could move to the third target, she saw something that really rocked her. The wounds knitted back and the damaged heads were as healthy as a dead persons can be. Watching her surprised the monster guffawed, only stopped by another round of bullets to his right stubby leg.
"SSILLYY GIRRRL! LEET MEE USEE YOUR WOMB AND I MIGHT LEET YOUU LIVVVE!"
She checked her supply. Only twelve more rounds and then she would be at the mercy of her machete, which she surmised would do her as much good as a fluffy pillow will against this... this big-dick-family-pack-mutant-zombie thing.
Just when she was going to aim for his hands, another gun roared, much louder to be hers. And a huge chunk of rotten smelly meat stuck her on the chest, she flew back and hit her head against the ungiving asphalt bouncing a second time.
Saint cursed. He really should have kept his aiming sharp. Now, he was not competent enough to shoot this ugly monster with a huge butt in the head. While he is standing just few meters away from him. The scatter shot somehow dislodged its filthy manhood making the monster sick and pissed like hell.
To top off things, Zara just went down with its cock. Irony could be such a bitch sometimes.
"YOUUU!" The monster roared and hissed at the same time if it makes sense. Saint gulped and backed a few steps. The monster was now facing him. His black hellish maw open and grinding on itself while its lower portion tried to supply another dick but failed.
With a frustrated grunt, the monster zombie lunged at him. He barely dodged the three quintal mass of rotten flesh before it swatted him like a fly. He trained his shotgun at the side of the monster and shot and fortunately he didn't miss this time. The blunt force made it loose a step and trip. It howled in agony or in rage. It was hard for saint to tell. He managed on his feet and reloaded a shot and opened it right on the maw of the beast. Shot after shot he fed it, hoping it would stop whining and die so that he could go and check on Zara. But it just remained down taking down shots after shots. Then Saint had an idea, he ran.
Not out of the battlefield, but towards Zara's prone figure. He knelt down checking her nerves, they were faint and unsteady. Then he noticed blood oozing out from the point of impact on her head. Her arms were scratched profoundly and bleeding, more then few bones broken. He felt tears appear as he cupped her face and lowered his lips to meet hers into a slight kiss.
"Stay alive for few more minutes!" He whispered and started searching for what he was seeking. By this time the monster was already on his feet and slowly approaching the pair. Saints hand brushed against something and that was it, the incendiary grenade, made to handle when the number of zombies is too large to handle with bullets. He threw it at the monster.
But it dropped just below him and rolled ahead harmlessly. Saint felt sick. Then he understood what went wrong. In his moment of hurry, he forgot to pull the pin. He was useless.
But not defeated. Not until his last breath will he let its slimy fingers touch his precious Zara. Yeah right!
So he bounded planning to cross the zombie with a parabolic projection horizontally from its right side. He calculated his speed and angle of projection and crossed him in quick but somehow lackey strides. The monster reached for him but missed. Saint rolled once awkwardly and reached for the grenade.
"Don't bother." He heard a voice and looked up just to see Andrew launching a rocket. It spiraled through the air and hit home. The monster was history in a array of smoke and chunks of flesh. Saint felt the shockwave that pounded him on the ground.
The same way it restored some of Zara's consciousness. She opened her eyes into thin slits and saw her dream guy standing there with a badass rocked launcher amidist the glowing ashes and smoke. And she felt the same crush she felt every time, only multiplied several times.
"My hero." She grumbled before going back to sleep.
*****
Saint stood beating his head on the hard surface of the surveillance booth desk.
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"
He felt awful. How many times must he face the despair to keep her happy. How many time should he lie to keep her dream of getting Andrew alive. How many times should he kill his own dreams and wants. He new the answer and it only made him feel more anguished.
Five hours earlier...
"Move those equipment! Yes. Help me settle her." Andrew growled, "Man, she is heavy."
Saint moved as swiftly as he could, grinding his teeth in frustration. He swiped the unfinished equipment down from the operating table which he combined as his zombie research facility.
Andrew called in the medic, who arrived in about ten minutes. Saint himself was eligible enough to operate her wounds but he was well aware that the Prime Commander will never allow his nephew to to poked around by some rookie while a medic is still available.
So he was now sitting outside waiting for the medic to end the patch work. He tended to his own wounds which were mostly insignificant. Andrew went away to the command headquarters for reporting.
Erstwhile, he went inside. The medic informed that she faced some internal organ damage but very minor. One rib and left arms radius cracked. Also her skull was damaged by the impact but will heal. Overall she would live.
He took the stool right beside her head and waited, taking down her appearance, bandages covered her torso, under the jacket, her left arm suspended to give it room, a blue medic band circled her forehead. The pillow was set a little lower to reduce the pressure on her wounded scalp. He was distraught. Who won't be. Spend a decade with this pretty girl and you would know.
She woke with his touch on her good arm. And was assaulted by the greatest headache ever. She gasped her arm flying to her head in reflex.
"Here take this." Saint offered a painkiller capsule. She gingerly too the pill and drank some water with Saint's support on her back. When the headache subsided, she opened her eyes for the second time. Blinking to adjust to the light.
"Hi."
She moved her head wincing at the move.
"Don't move your head so much. You got a nasty bump back there." Saint said feeling a little relieved watching his friend responding.
"What happened... I don't remember. Wait!" She flew up inspite of his protests. She looked down at him, which made him feel a little rise.
"It was Andrew wasn't it! I saw him. He killed that motherfucker."
Saint stayed quite. Technically she was right but...
"And I think... he kissed me."
Wait, WHAT!
She was blushing which made Saint wonder if she really suffered from blood loss this morning.
They both remained silent.
'So she is aware of that...' He shook his head, 'But doesn't I deserve the credit? I would have killed it if Andrew wouldn't have interrupted.'
He wanted to yell and tell her that it was him who kissed her and not that oblivious douche. but he doubted she will buy it. After-all heroes go on facing big ugly monsters and save the damsel in distress. And Saint was no hero. He was... Tech support.
So he looked at her face scaling her expression. She looked overjoyed.
"Yes I called Andrew when I noticed the disturbance around you. He was done with Gate 01, so he hurried there. I can't say about the kiss part though..." he steeled his own conflicting feelings.
"IT MUST BE HIM! I really remember something similar to a kiss, even if a brief touch..."
So Saint was screwed this way. In times like this he feels like this life isn't worth fighting. He is nearly useless in battlefield, he doesn't have anyone to call family and his girl wants someone else.
But he still goes on, dragging the burden behind him. He felt lonely and unloved. But this was going on almost the wavelength of his life. He was an orphan from the beginning of his memories. What of his parents? Nobody knows. He was said to be found in an abandoned building, rapped in a cot, while the colony was sizing a town back, which was infected recently. So they eventually reached the conclusion that his parents were infected so they tried to hid him and left.
Fast forward seven years, he met a girl roughly of his age in a medical facility tending to the wounded soldiers, helping the medics in fetching potions and stuff. That's where she took his first aid lessons and his first electronics 101. For he wanted to be productive in some way. Orphans are not generally hugged and fondled in the colony. They have to earn it.
But that day was different because the new girl was only half orphan. She was the daughter of the late Prime Commander Wolff Crown, now under care of her mother Hilary Crown, the second in command to the present Commander Frost, Wolff's brother and her uncle.
Why she was there? It is a story on itself. To make it short, Zara pissed her Mom by technically obliterating her music collection with a flame thrower. So, she was grounded. And being the princess she was, she was enlisted as a help in the medical facility for the next six months, five days a week.
Saint smiled remembering what a bitch she used to be back at the days. Always ordering and molesting the other poor and orphans. But one day when she tried to make him do her part of work, he refused. She threw a scalpel at him which brushed past his arm but slicing at the least.
But he didn't cry just stared at her stricken face. Blood trickled down on the floor. Their was no one around. She ran off, leaving him standing there.
Three months and an almost healed scar later, he found himself in a similar situation all over again. But this time it was Zara on the receiving end. The zombies infiltrated the isolated medical facility, it was a massacre. The human forces arrived three hours later. And during these one-eighty minutes Saint and Kara survived hell. Most of the medical staff and all the soldiers were eaten up or saved for dinner. Few of the children who managed to hide themselves well survived. Actually only twelve out of over two hundred people. That day is still a sore burn on the Commandment, because the loss was basically their fault.
So Saint was hunched up, before Zara, who was bleeding from a nasty gash on her right thigh. A pool already forming around her. She was sobbing continuously from the pain and he felt an urge to comfort her. So he crept out of the little hole in the bathroom, reached the first-aid box without fainting or dying inspite of the gore around him and saved her life.
A week later, Saint was enrolled in the Terminator training along with a reformed Zara, who was also his best friend now.
Ten years older Saint drifted into sleep with the sweet and sore memories of their adventures in the training compound and the time they met the five years senior Andrew Drake.
*****
Zarlene woke up with a headache, much less sever then the last one. Her head was humming slowly, tendrils of pain jostling her whole body. She tried to move her left arm but it was still limp and hanging.
Only then did she noticed the second presence. Saint was hunched up on a nearby seat facing away from her and definitely going through something important. She felt bad not finding Andrew anywhere.
"So he's still at the headquarters?"
Saint flinched as if her words stung. It was unusual but she let it pass for now.
"Yes." Saint replied with a flat tone not even facing it. Now he was creeping her out. He behaves like this only when he is working on something very important and mostly dangerous or hurt. She could say he was working but she wasn't sure about the hurt part. She means, why would he be hurt? She just asked where Andrew was.
"What are you doing?" She asked after she worked her broken arm into a makeshift sling. She walked behind him trying not to fall and break something else.
Saint sighed when he felt her behind him. This was difficult. After what happened yesterday, all he could do was to stay as far away from her as possible. He knew his feelings were misplaced and he really regret it. So he wanted to stand down and not poke where he was unwanted.
So he tried to engage his mourning mind to do something productive. And it really worked. For the last twelve hours, now it was almost midnight, he was working on the tissue and brain sample he somehow managed to collect (Andrew ordered him not to bring that mess in. Which was very unusual) of the monster and prepare something he was working on from five years, and the new version was really promising if it works. And he thought of her only a few dozen times. Great start.
He shifted to the right to get some room. It wasn't healthy for him to be so close to her anymore. Now that his chance was eliminated.
"Just working on some tissue samples of that zombie freak." He replied trying to be as warm as possible.
"Yeah. It really was a freak. DO you know he wanted to fuck me?" She said sitting beside him. Still sore, it was hard to stand for much longer.
He took a sharp breath at her words. The last two eliciting some really enticing glimpses, mostly going around her begging him to do some really questionable things to her.
Only after a few moments did he really got his mind in enough working conditions to let what she meant sink.
"Really?" This was interesting.
"Yes. He 'asked' me to spread my legs. It was a rather discreet implication." She said staring at the tiny capillaries, placed under the microscope.
Saint was now fully dry from his initial downpour on her arrival.
"Well damn."
Zara looked at him questioningly.
"Damn what?"
He shook his head. "We are in deep trouble. If what you are saying is true then." He paused to collect his thoughts, "Then we are facing a brand new kind of biological hazard."
She looked confused as she should be. SO he continued.
"Zara, do you remember what we read about zombies back at the compound?"
She looked as if it was the dumbest question ever.
"Ofcouse I do, silly. I'm a terminator now remember. Knowing these things comes with the job description."
"Okay, let us revise anyway. Zombies are dumb residues of their former life. They are little more then rotting pieces of meat. They live for the basest need- feed to live. They are hard to kill unless you take out their heads or some important organs. They have little sense of pain and their..."
"Fuck it. I already know these things!" She cut him short, "Will you please move on?"
"Calm down, I was getting right there. So you know what they are but do you know why they are so?"
She answered innocently, "Because they are mutated by Black gas?"
"Well technically you are right. But if we looke through it deeply." Saint shifted in his seat involuntarily to get a comfortable position, "We find that this is because of the slight change in their DNA. The gas made them into these savage emotionless beasts, but still their DNA remained 92% identical to ours. But this... this thing was a mixture of many."
It was evident to both of them. The surprising lack of bodies on the site just proved it.
"The zombies I killed somehow mashed up together, that's what I thought when I saw his multiple limbs and heads." She stated.
"Yeah, but why male? You know what I mean." He said. Zara narrowed her eyes.
"YOU SAW IT?"
"Well it was sitting right on your lap when I got there and that was too big to miss. It makes me wonder how it get there..."
"SHUT UP!"She smacked him on his arm, growing redder and redder in shade.
Saint laughed at her demise. It was surprising he still could around her.
"Any way. That thing is they weren't your typical zombies. They were lab test zombies."
She frowned.
"What do you mean 'Lab Test Zombies'"
"I mean what I said. You remember what you asked me tomorrow at the Tech Hub? About how they were not smart enough to figure out two Gates at once?" After her brief nod he continued, "Well they weren't there by their own. They were sent there."
This really surprises her.
"What you mean someone was controlling them?"
"Sort of. They were half successful lab tests, sent there by someone or something as guinea pigs to collect practical data or something. What I observed from these samples is evident enough that they are further mutated with some kind of mutation strain that gives them some extra abilities."
"Like REGENERATION?" She exclaimed her rave hair flailing around her.
"Precisely. But it doesn't end there. The strain was so powerful that the DNA was damaged. That is why I proclaimed them to be half successful. But if half of it is this much devastating then we can only hope not to face the fully mutated host."
He sipped some water before continuing.
"Now comes the awkward part. I found out that whoever is behind this wants the hosts to... to reciprocate by breeding."
She just oohed.
"Their sexual drive is coaxed back and it somehow regenerated their reproductive organs, but only in males. The females remained 'barren' in that manner. They need fertile human ovaries to copulate and produce wee baby ZOMBIES!"
"So that's why he wanted to do me." She smiled, "It is reassuring that I'm fertile."
Saint gave her a look that clearly asked- You doubted you fertility? Duh.
"Okay back to mutant zombies. This is really alarming. I think we should get these samples to the main lab back at colony for recheck." She held her hands up when he shot a glare at her, "Not that I don't believe you. Commander will not take this seriously unless it is marked by the scientists upstairs."
He sighed. She was right.
"So anything else?"
He looked at her then at a black velvet box seated behind her on the desk, hidden well from unaware eyes. maybe it is time for the revelation...
"Zara... I have been working on something from last few years. Something that can reverse the effect of the virus if taken in proper timing. I was failing till... till I brought in these samples. Now I think it might actually work." He said in a small voice.
"So you kept it hidden from me in fear that I might spill it out to someone." She said standing up, her expression ungiving but clearly dark. He knew he was double screwed in less than 24 hours.
"Kara, I believe you won't. It was..." He was cut short by a distant explosion that shook the room to every inch violently. He grasped Zara's hand right before she could fall and hurt her broken arm.
"Let's talk about it later." He said hurriedly going on his feet.
Within a few moments another explosion rocked them.
"ZARLENE, STAY CLOSE." He cried when the room stopped shaking. Suddenly a sharp resonating sound filled the atmosphere.
"The emergency siren. It means..."
"The a Gate is breached." He finished it for her.
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Julie had suggested camping. Frank's breakup had been devastating. They needed to get him out of the house and force him to start living again. Roberto wanted to organize a softball game in the park. Walter thought a horror movie marathon would put him to rights. Angela wanted to take him to that raunchy strip club across the county line, where there was nobody to enforce the decency laws. But Julie would not be deterred. So camping they went.
They chose the forest to the east of town. There were no campsites, no restrooms, and no barbecue grills. Such things were for the lazy and pampered. A clearing and a creek was all they needed. They left the car at the ranger's station and hiked into the woods.
Once they'd selected their site, Angela and Julie put up the tents. Roberto and Walter gathered wood and built a fire. Frank sat on the ground and sucked on a bottle of brandy. They got him to eat one of the burgers they cooked, but otherwise let him wallow in his misery.
"Ilan."
A voice in the darkness.
"Ilan."
Recognition. Someone had called her name.
"ILAN!"
She tasted dirt. Her mouth was full of it. She tried to breathe, but she was buried deep. There was no air. She wanted nothing more than to suffocate, but that choice wasn't open to her.
"ILAN!" It wasn't one voice. It was all of them.
She should have been dead. She wanted to be dead. The rope and the tree should have been enough. But the voices weren't going to let her go that easy. Her crimes were too great.
"ILAN!"
She twisted and writhed, breaking the grip of the soil surrounding her. She struggled and fought to be free of the earth. She was weak, weaker than she'd ever been, but she was strong enough for this.
"ILAN! ILAN! ILAN!"
Frank passed out while the others played Confession. They took turns telling deep, dark secrets and guessing whether those secrets were true or not. Angela and Roberto dragged him into one of the tents and returned. Julie was telling a story about a boyfriend who robbed a convenience store while she waited in the car. Julie tended to freak out if her library book was close to its due date. The story was obviously false.
Ilan saw the sunlight, but it wasn't real. It was hot on her skin, but it was an old, old memory. She was still deep underground. It was the sunlight from three thousand years ago when Ilan stood on the wall and watched the ships coming. A thousand ships, the legends said.
Her husband was here to make war on her lover. She felt such pride in that moment, such joy. No woman had ever had so much power. She was the prize of two nations. A mighty king and a powerful prince fought for the honor of sharing her bed. Thousands of men would die in battle. Thousands of women and children would die from fire and starvation. The war destroyed a generation. All because of her.
The city of Troy fell, never to rise again. She was reunited with her husband. But ten years of war had aged her. Her legendary beauty was faded. Her children would always be illegitimate. Her husband had a new and younger wife. And Ilan was retired to a pretty prison at the top of a tower. Her power was gone. Her pride was gone. And then she died. But the gods of Troy wanted vengeance. The survivors of Troy would need a protector. Helen of Troy was called from the grave to ensure that survival.
Walter was nodding off. His coffee was about to spill. The light was fading. Roberto was building up the fire.
"What was that sound?" Julie asked.
"ILAN! ILAN! ILAN!"
The taste of soil returned. The weight of the earth was crushing her once again. The voices had sent her back into her memories to give her a taste of the glory she'd once known and to remind her what she owed. And now, it was time once again to pay the price.
Ilan dug and clawed her way toward the surface. Her lungs were desperately craving air, but the need wouldn't kill her. Her body was no longer living or human. She was also starving and thirsty. The Voices would keep her animated, but the hungers compelled her to escape the earth. Ilan fought and struggled to get above ground. She writhed and scraped and twisted and dug. The dirt was hard-packed around her. She'd been down here for some years.
Julie stared hard in the dying light. She was sure she heard some kind of scraping noise from the other side of the fire. But there was nothing there but a fern and a young tree. She stood up and walked over to get a better look.
The dirt was moving. Some burrowing animal was under the ground, coming up to the surface. Julie called Roberto and got out her camera. This was fascinating.
Ilan's fingers broke ground. She pushed her hand out into open air. She felt a gentle breeze and heard some terrified gasps.
A skeletal human hand scrabbled out of the earth. Julie and Roberto gasped in horror. The dead fingers wiggled, shaking off the dirt and dust.
Ilan pulled her shoulders free of the ground that had held her. As her head emerged from the ground, she saw a young man and woman staring down at her in terror. She didn't blame them. She was not the beauty that the city of Troy fell for. Ilan knew what she looked like upon rising. She was a rotting corpse with a mouth full of dirt.
Another man and woman were seated next to a fire. They saw her head and shoulders wriggling free of the ground and jumped to their feet and fled. The two
Ilan dragged herself out of the grave and sat on the edge of the hole to rest. She looked around, taking stock. She was deep in the woods, which surprised her for a moment. But it made sense. No graveyard for the accursed witch. They would never have buried her in sanctified ground or marked her grave with a stone. They put her in a deep hole in the forest, far from the village, then forgot about it.
Pastor Elkin had grinned as the noose had gone around her neck. She'd been hanged as a witch before, and as a whore, but such crimes were not punishable by death in 1881. So, they'd accused her of poisoning a child. And she'd gone into the ground. But she never stayed there.
The young people had left their campfire, and three tents. Ilan explored the site, and discovered that one of the tents was not empty. The fleeing campers had left a friend behind. He was male, maybe nineteen or twenty. And passed-out drunk.
That would help. Ilan had been granted certain powers, but they didn't work on everybody. But wine and ale and other spirits always made it easier.
Frank's girlfriend had just broken up with him yesterday. His friends had suggested this camping trip as a way of distracting him. Lisa had moved out of their apartment, and the empty space was too harshly depressing to leave him alone. So, he'd come out with his buddies, downed an entire bottle of rum, and had dropped into a blissful void.
Now he was dreaming of beautiful girls, naked, parading before him. He was a prince in a faraway land. And then, the most beautiful girl of all appeared. He was mesmerized. The other girls were ugly hags compared to this magical creature. His beloved Lisa was a rotted corpse compared to this lovely girl. Something flitted through his mind regarding a rotted corpse, but it was gone a moment later.
The beautiful goddess knelt before him, opened his princely robe, and took out his dick. She stroked him lovingly. He was soft, but she put him between her lips and he responded. He grew hard and stiff in her mouth. And she moaned in gratitude. It was the most erotic dream he'd ever experienced.
Except, he wasn't asleep. Dreams and alcohol battled with reality, tossing his brain back and forth between them in some fantastical dream. But his eyes were open and his head was aching. He was lying on the forest ground, with a vinyl tent floor protecting him from the damp, and there was a rotted corpse sucking on his dick.
He tried to scream, but his voice was gone. The mummified thing laughed at him, a dry, hoarse, cracking sound that sent chills down Frank's spine.
He tried to escape, but bony, skeletal fingers were gripping his cock and balls. If he left, he'd be leaving them behind.
The eye sockets were sunken holes filled with dirt, but Frank knew the creature was looking at him, even so. Dry mud was caked in what was left of the dead woman's hair, piled on top of her head.
That hideous face descended on his poor dick once more, the dry, grey leathery lips closing over the tip of him. In terror and horror, Frank struggled and screamed soundlessly. But there would be no rescue.
Instead, the dream returned. He was surrounded by naked beauties and the loveliest of them all was giving him a blowjob. He forgot why he'd been scared. The campsite, his friends, even Lisa were gone from his mind.
The lips were soft and wet. The tongue massaging his dick was agile, and knew all the right places to drive him crazy. The fingers stroking him, tickling his balls were skilled like no woman he'd ever known.
Beautiful green eyes looked up at him. Gorgeous pink lips surrounded his cock. Frank reached down and grabbed her long black hair. For just an instant, he was gripping thin, wispy tendrils and a handful of skin, loosely wrapped around a skull, tearing in his fingers. For a moment, the horror returned. Then the fantasy was back, and Frank was face-fucking the prettiest girl in the world.
Ilan let the man control her. He held her head and yanked her back and forth on his cock. She dragged her tongue over him, in all the ways that men liked best. And in moments, she brought him to his ecstasy. He burst in her mouth, flooding her dry, dead tongue with fresh, living seed.
She had missed that lovely elixir. Even in the grave, with no conscious thoughts and no living mind, there had still been the craving for human sperm. And with her fantasies woven into the man's bewildered senses, he was coming harder than he'd ever done in his life.
She let the semen fill her cheeks, savoring the moment, then swallowed him down. The life force warmed her chill body, and quickened her heart to beat once more. Blood was flowing, hot, liquid life. Withered muscles swelled with fresh health. Her lungs expanded and she could breathe now, for the first time in a century. The shriveled flesh of her face smoothed out. Actual human eyes filled her sockets once more.
No longer a dead thing, animated by the gods of an ancient people. She was a living, breathing human once more. It wouldn't last. The curse was upon her. One offering of semen would last her for a few hours, and then she would start to die again. But for right now, she was alive. The price had been paid.
Once upon a time, the lust of men had given her power and she had used it to destroy a city. Now, she was a slave to that lust, her beauty and vitality dependent on rewarding a man's desires. Never again could she tease and tempt just to torture a man or force him to do her bidding. She couldn't afford to tease them. Her very life depended on giving them what they wanted. She gave them orgasms and they filled her with life.
The drunk was out cold. He was dreaming of harem girls. In gratitude to him for his life-giving serum, Ilan had chosen some of the most beautiful girls she'd ever known to fill his fantasies. One of her father's whores, a woman Ilan had admired and idolized. A handmaiden of Cleopatra, who used to ready her queen's lovers with her mouth until her mistress called for them. Salome, who danced naked for her stepfather to make him do her bidding. King Arthur's lovely Guinevere, who seduced Lancelot and broke a kingdom and must surely be on her own journey of redemption from the grave.
The fantasies were working on him, recovering him, making him ready for a second round. Ilan needed just one more dose. It might kill him, but that was unlikely. He was young and strong. He'd probably survive. If not, his soul would be forever trapped in the erotic fantasies Ilan had fashioned for him. He'd never remember his name or his life, but he would never be unhappy. If he died, Ilan wouldn't feel too guilty.
She watched him writhing in his sleep. She listened to his moans. She closed her eyes and made an adjustment to the fantasy. The girls were begging to be bedded now. They needed him buried in their sweet little pockets.
Ilan was alive now, and human, but not at all attractive. She looked and smelled of disease. The drunk would need his fantasies. She lay down beside him and reached out to lightly touch his stiffening cock.
He reacted as he had to. The drunk rolled over on top of her. His eyes were open, but he was seeing the girls in his fantasies. He pushed his dick slowly into Ilan. She was dry and scaly in there, but he didn't feel that. His mind was lost in the dream. He was fucking the hot, juicy pussy of a beautiful girl instead of the dried-out snatch of a filthy mummy, freshly returned from the dead.
Ilan gave herself to him. In the ancient past, she had controlled the encounters. The men touched her when she wanted, penetrated when she ordered, and came when she allowed. But now she was at the men's mercy. She needed cum.
Ilan lay back and kept her legs spread as the man on top of her pounded her pussy. His fantasy girls begged him to fuck, and Ilan let herself live in his fantasy for a moment.
She was Guinevere. Cleopatra's handmaiden was rubbing her pussy all over Guinevere's face. Ilan licked at the pussy, sliding her tongue inside, tasting the virgin walls. Cleopatra kept her maids virgin until she was ready to give their maidenhead to someone she wanted a favor from.
But a virgin twat tasted different from a pussy that had known a penis. And Ilan loved that innocent flavor. She often visited this fantasy herself. And when men learned she could make these dreams so real, they paid hefty sums for this one.
Frank was getting it for free. He fucked Ilan/Guinevere and pushed his face next to hers to share the handmaiden's taste.
Salome came up behind him and licked his balls as his cock went in and out of the cunt beneath him. She was no innocent. Her stepfather had been in the habit of offering her to friends at parties. And she'd been a willing and enthusiastic participant. She pushed her nose into Frank's ass as she kissed his balls. She slid one finger into Ilan/Guinevere alongside Frank's thrusting cock and another finger into her ass. Ilan loved when she did that.
Frank was fucking her hard and fast. Salome was fingering her furiously. Cleo's handmaiden was grinding her pussy against Ilan's face.
She came, tremoring and panting. And Frank was coming, sending that precious seed into her pussy. And she felt the little sperms like tiny balls of energy flowing through her. They didn't stay in her pussy. They penetrated every muscle and blood vessel. They swarmed her heart and electrified the nerves and fibers. The sperm flowed under her skin, awakening, rejuvenating, energizing.
Ilan was a young and beautiful woman again. She was sorely in need of a bath, but she no longer looked like she'd just crawled out of a grave. She eased up off of her lover, slowly letting his oh-so-generous cock slip out of her pussy.
She knelt on the tent floor and kissed the wonderful appendage. Once, she'd been worshipped as a goddess, but now this was her true god. It gave her life. It made her whole and healthy. She worshipped the penis and would do absolutely anything for it.
Now that she'd had a full blast of come directly in her pussy, Ilan had at least a fortnight before her age started to show again. Certainly she could find another donor before that time was over.
With her lips on his dick, she could feel Frank's pulse. It was weak and slow, but it was there. He'd survive. She hadn't killed anyone this time. He'd be unconscious for a day or so, but his friends would surely come looking for him. And his dreams would be an unending erotic adventure.
Ilan left the tent. It was time to find her latest destiny. Somewhere nearby, a descendant of Troy was in danger of dying without offspring. It was her duty to make sure that didn't happen. Somebody was gonna get fucked before the sun went down. Someone would be pregnant before the week was out.
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The village of Ham sat on top of hill, about thirty kilometers from the City of Mogadishu, Capital of Somalia. The six thousand or so people who lived there led simple lives. They raised cattle, which they defended fiercely from external threats such as brigands as well as beasts of the wild like hyenas, coyotes and leopards. When the zombie apocalypse reached the shores of Somalia, the people of Ham were undaunted. Generations ago, their forefathers and foremothers resisted attacks from Italians and Americans. They often clashed with imperialist Ethiopians. Let the damn zombies come. Somalia's countryside is ready...
"Seventeen, beloved, I am up by one," Habiba Dahir said, laughing. The tall, dark-skinned and curvy young Somali woman thrust her spear into the zombie's skull, ending the creature's unnatural existence. Triumphant, Habiba pumped her fist in the air. Next to Habiba, her husband Abdirahman Ali thudded his boot through a zombie woman's skull, obliterating the creature. Habiba and Abdirahman were part of the Phalanx, the front line which defended the Village of Ham from the zombies. Eighteen men and fourteen women formed the front line of the Phalanx. Armed with spears and machetes, they got the job done.
"Watch out," Abdirahman Warsame shouted, and a confused Habiba shot him a look. what was he talking about? Habiba looked at her husband quizzically. Abdirahman drew back his arm and let his weapon fly. The tall, bald-headed and taciturn hurled his spear into a zombie who had been lunging for Habiba. Gasping in shock, Habiba watched as a large male zombie went down with Abdirahman's spear protruding through its skull. Abdirahman gently tapped Habiba on the shoulder, a silent reminder to always keep her guard up around the Undead. One bite is all it takes...
"Thank you, Habibi, you saved my life," Habiba said, appearing suitably chastened. Abdirahman nodded and pulled his spear from the slain zombie. He and his wife shared a brief embrace. The heartland of Somalia is a conservative realm and the locals aren't given to public displays of affection, even between married couples. The other members of the Phalanx exchanged smiles as they looked at the couple. The Phalanx had been at it for hours, slaughtering zombies left and right. The Undead had come through the fields, ignoring the cattle, horse, sheep and focusing instead on the farmers. The people of Ham had their work cut out for them.
"Let us go home," Abdirahman said to Habiba, and the rest of the Phalanx took their leave as well. A new group arrived. It was comprised of men and women who had not yet seen combat that day. They were there to take care of mopping duty. With spears at the ready, they turned over fallen zombies and destroyed their brains to ensure that they would not return. The Undead are tenacious. A zombie could get shot a thousand times and he or she will keep coming until the brain is destroyed. The mop-up crew always finds the zombies that the Phalanx missed. The only good zombie is a dead zombie, and all it takes to ruin everything is one zombie on the loose...
"Home sweet home," Habiba said as she and her husband Abdirahman reached their dwelling. The couple enjoyed some much needed rest and relaxation. After a sumptuous supper consisting of fried goat, white rice and Somali tea, Habiba and Abdirahman retired to their bedroom. After hours of passionate lovemaking, the two of them lay side by side on the bed, pleasurably sore. In an age where the dead are coming back to life and devouring the flesh of the living, every moment counts. Abdirahman held Habiba's hand and smiled at her in the dark.
"If you scare me like that again, I'll spank you," Abdirahman said to Habiba, who laughed and snuggled against him. The couple took solace in each other once more. Mere months ago, their world was different. Abdirahman was considering moving to Mogadishu with Habiba in order to start a family. Fate had different plans. The zombie apocalypse happened. Since traveling during a zombie onslaught is ill-advised, Abdirahman and Habiba had to stay put. The bright lights of Mogadishu could wait. The Somali capital had its own problems. There was always a zombie horde throwing itself at the city, and the Somali National Army had its hands full defending it.
"Our sons and daughters will praise us as heroes of the zombie war," Habiba said to Abdirahman, as he lay next to her. After making love for another hour, Abdirahman was exhausted. Habiba, curvaceous and tempting, is as tireless as any woman ever born. Upon hearing her words, Abdirahman smiled. Habiba was haughty and loquacious at times but the gal has his heart and she often knows just what to say. When Habiba took Abdirahman's hand and pressed it against her belly, the man's heart skipped a beat.
"Masha'Allah," Abdirahman whispered, as understanding dawned on him, and Habiba smiled and nodded. That's right, Abdirahman Warsame, Somali farmer turned zombie slayer, is about to become a father. Overjoyed, Abdirahman pulled Habiba into his arms. The couple shared a passionate kiss. The zombie apocalypse might be wrecking the world, the fearless men and women of the Somali Heartland have no fear save for the Most High. In their modest home, Abdirahman and Habiba celebrated the good news in a most wondrous manner...
The village of Ham prepared for the night. There were sentinels posted all over the place in wooden towers. Any enemy attempting to come for the villagers would be spotted and dealt with. The sentinels had guns, spears, crossbows and various other weapons. Watchmen and watchwomen patrolling the village during the nighttime had always been a way of life for the villagers. The villagers built huge bonfires which warded off wild animals. A circle of fire surrounded the village even now. Let the enemy come. The folks of the Somali countryside were not to be trifled with.
In the darkness, a small group of Undead gathered. They were not the usual type of Undead. They were nothing like the mindless Undead which had been slaughtered by the Phalanx during the late afternoon. Ayaan the zombie watched the village of Ham through binoculars. Next to her lay a trio of fresh zombies. A female zombie named Mariam Ali, a male zombie named Malik Osman, and a middle-aged male zombie named Yusuf. In mortal life, they'd been part of the Somali National Army battalion tasked with protecting the outskirts of Mogadishu. Ayaan the zombie converted some of them to the glorious state of the Undead...
"I am hungry," said Mariam Ali. The former Somali National Army Corporal, now a zombie, gnashed her teeth. Ayaan shot her a disapproving look. when Mariam Ali was human, she killed a lot of zombies. During a fight with a zombie horde, Ayaan managed to get the drop on Mariam Ali and bit her, along with her good friend Malik Osman, and their former commander, Captain Yusuf. All three served as Ayaan's lieutenants in her fledgling Army of the Undead...
"Patience, sister," Ayaan said, firmly rebuking Mariam Ali. The former Corporal seethed with barely contained fury but held her tongue. Like the other zombies made by Ayaan, Mariam Ali retained her human intelligence and personality while gaining the inhuman endurance and hunger of the Undead. Next to Mariam Ali, former Private Malik Osman kept still as he watched the village. The zombie soldier assessed the village with the mind of the tactician he'd been in mortal life.
"Ayaan, the sentinels on the tower won't be expecting a firefight with zombies, they don't know about the smart ones like us, I suggest a multi-pronged assault with rifles," Malik Osman said sharply. Ayaan looked at the zombified Somali soldier and flashed him a hideous smile. This was the best damn idea Ayaan had heard in a while. The leader of the fledgling smart zombie battalion knew she'd chosen well when she turned these three...
"I have plenty of weapons secured for the job," said Captain Yusuf. Once a formidable member of the Somali National Army, now an even greater leader of the fledgling smart zombie battalion, the Captain was as always battle-ready. Ayaan gently touched the Captain's shoulder. A surprisingly human and gentle gesture, considering they were all monsters who lacked a pulse, did not breathe, and craved the flesh of the living. The smart zombies are something else and humanity is not ready for them...
"Prepare yourselves, we attack an hour before dawn, right before the changing of the guard," Ayaan declared. Malik Osman, Captain Yusuf and Mariam Ali nodded, acknowledging their maker and new commander's orders. After her Undead lieutenants left to take care of business, Ayaan continued to observe the village of Ham. The zombie leader made sure she was out of range of both rifle and crossbow. The one who underestimates his or her enemy is the fool who dies tragically. Ayaan, leader of the fledgling smart zombie battalion, is anything but a fool...
The newly zombified Somali soldiers known as Malik Osman, Mariam Ali and Captain Yusuf had their orders and carried them out. The three of them went out into the surrounding desert, summoning hordes upon hordes of the slow-moving, dull-witted, 'normal' zombies. Those things would be cannon fodder which the smart zombies would throw at the Village of Ham. The men and women of the Somali heartland are resilient, their courage is without equal, but the advent of the smart zombie is something they are not ready for. Ayaan intends to conquer them. The Queen of the zombies has arrived...
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The Living Dead walk the planet Earth, hungry for human flesh, and that's not even the worst part. In this post-apocalyptic world, there were few certainties. Even death isn't final anymore. Chaos reigns everywhere, and after the Governments of America and the United Kingdom thought they could destroy the Zombies by bombing some of the world's most heavily infested cities, the survivors discovered they had a new enemy.
The radioactive wastelands that North America and the U.K. turned into only made things easier for the ravenous dead, as hapless survivors battled a polluted environment, plus Zombies, all at once. Too weak to fight off the Zombies, Mankind found itself on the verge of extinction. With the human species in peril, paranoia has become the order of the day. Mankind has never been good at living with its own, and the rise of the Zombies hasn't helped matters any...
Bands of marauders stalk the landscape, ruthlessly preying on their fellow survivors. Instead of uniting against the Undead, different groups battle it out, which caused already limited resources to dwindle, lives to be lost, and the Zombies to spread. Mass murder, rape, wanton destruction and wholesale slaughter have become all too common. Trust is a rarity in these dark times, and it's about to be put to the best between two unique individuals...
"Oh no, Yohannes, you were bitten," Clara Tremblay said, voice filled with alarm, and she looked at the big and tall, dark-skinned and dreadlocked young Ethiopian man who stood before her and shook her head sadly. Since the world went to hell, Clara had seen dozens of men and women bitten by the damn Zombies, and knew that this was the point of no return. What she couldn't figure out was the utter lack of fear or pain on the young man's face.
Mere moments ago, while scavenging through the ruins of Laval, Quebec, Clara came across a pack of freshly reanimated corpses, and the ravenous ghouls came at her. Upon hearing the slavering corpses trademark moans, Yohannes Yilma stalwartly came to his partner's aid, and while he managed to dispatch six Zombies in rapid succession with nothing but his sword, the seventh managed to bite a chunk out of his arm before he decapitated it.
"Oh, no worries, Clara, I'll be just fine," Yohannes replied with a shrug, and Clara watched, astonished, as the bite mark on the young man's arm began to recede, and then vanished in seconds. Grabbing Yohannes arm, Clara examined it for several seconds, and couldn't believe her eyes. The Zombie bite was completely gone, and Yohannes arm looked good as new.
"Yohannes, what are you?" Clara asked, and her green eyes narrowed in suspicion. Yohannes bit his lip and sighed, knowing that the moment of truth was upon them. For months now he and Clara had been wandering the nuclear wasteland that used to be the City of Montreal, Quebec. The fact that the young man she initially thought was just another survivor was harboring secrets didn't bother Clara much, but this was too big to ignore...
"I'm a Vampire," Yohannes replied, after a long silence, and Clara's eyes went wife, and she scoffed dismissively while shaking her head. This is not happening, Clara thought, and she looked at Yohannes, searching for cues that he was just joking. He'd always been funny, with a bitter, sarcastic sense of humor. Yohannes looked as serious as a heart attack, and he calmly awaited her reply, stoic as ever.
"No, I don't know what you are but I don't believe in Vampires, and I definitely can't accept what I just saw," Clara all but shrieked at Yohannes, and when he took a step toward her, she flinched and took a step backwards. Yohannes winced as though in pain, and shook his head. The look of fear he saw in Clara's eyes cut him to his core, down deep in his non-beating heart. Mankind fears what it doesn't understand, Yohannes reminded himself, and he resigned himself to the fact that he'd just lost a friend...and so much more.
"Clara, let's not get hasty, what I am is your friend, and the man who just saved your life," Yohannes said, and with that, he turned around and walked away. His uncanny hearing detected Clara's shift in posture, and the change in her heartrate, all telltale signs that she was about to do something. When Yohannes heard the click of her gun being cocked, he smiled sadly, and turned around, facing her.
"I should shoot you, but I can't, just keep away from me," Clara said, her voice trembling with fear and rising anger. Yohannes looked at her, this tall and curvy, green-eyed woman with alabaster skin partially covered in soot, clad in the tattered remnants of her office gear which consisted of a long black overcoat, dirty white blouse, hole-ridden Capri pants, and recently acquired black boots.
"My down and dirty office drone in post-apocalyptic chic," Yohannes thought, smiling wistfully. In spite of all that, or perhaps because of it, the battle-hardened Clara looked beautiful to him. Of course, he couldn't ignore the rifle which she held pointed at him. And he knew that she was an extremely accurate shot, especially at this range. Shame about her newly hostile disposition.
"As you wish, Clara, just remember that I was a Vampire when we met, and I protected you and befriended you instead of harming you, and risked my life for you, in this savage time, you may regret letting go of a friend like me," Yohannes retorted, and Clara's lip curled. He thought of the tender, passionate moments they shared, and shook his head. Even in the post-apocalyptic nightmare that engulfed the entirety of the planet Earth, Mankind couldn't let go of its fear of the unknown.
With a fatalistic shrug, Yohannes got on his way, and as a stunned Clara looked on, the Vampire took off at an astonishing speed that a cheetah couldn't have matched on its best day. With his pseudo-relationship with Clara having ended, Yohannes dropped all pretense of humanity, and embraced all that he was. This wasn't the first time that one of his relationships with a mortal hadn't worked out, but Yohannes still felt pain and loss, like all living beings, even if he was Undead.
The look that Yohannes saw in Clara's emerald eyes was hostility bordering on hatred, and it made him shudder. Was this the same woman that he'd made love to the night before? Yohannes recalled the ecstasy that he felt as Clara lay in his arms, stark naked, her curvy body pressed against his, as they took refuge from the acid rain falling from the eternally dark skies inside the remnants of Centre Communautaire Le Sorbier.
"You're unlike anyone I'd ever known," Clara whispered, smiling at Yohannes, and he grinned and kissed her. In the old world, men who looked like Yohannes and women who looked like Clara lived in different worlds, but in this post-apocalyptic age, the lines were blurred, and the bullshit that people once obsessed about became almost irrelevant. Live, feel, and die, those seemed to be the new rules...
"I'll take that as a compliment," Yohannes replied, and he laid Clara on the floor, amid their belongings, and then made love to her. Clara sighed happily as Yohannes mouth roamed from her lips to her breasts, while his agile fingers slipped between her legs. The young woman licked her lips and relaxed as her lover began pleasuring her. Yohannes slid two fingers into her pussy, then a third.
"Hmm, don't stop," Clara cooed, and Yohannes grinned, and then spread her thighs wide open, before burying his face between them. Just like that, he began pleasuring her like only he could. Yohannes slid his tongue into Clara's pussy, inhaling her scent and tasting her at the same time. No two women smelled or tasted alike down below, and Yohannes savored Clara's unique aroma.
"I can't get enough of you," Yohannes said, smiling up at Clara, who looked at him through moist eyes, rubbing her breasts together. Yohannes licked, sucked and probed Clara's pussy, and the young woman's pleasure-filled moans echoed across the ruins of the old community center. The two of them continued with their fun, and things got really steamy between them on that post-apocalyptic night, amid the debris and nuclear pollution...
"Fuck me hard," Clara screamed, as Yohannes put her on all fours, and caressed her thick, creamy bottom. Yohannes stroked his tool, which was long, thick, and dark, and smiled to himself while rubbing it against Clara's butt. With a swift thrust, he entered Clara, and the happy sigh that escaped from her lips was a most welcome sound. Just like that, Yohannes gripped Clara's wide hips and began fucking her with gusto. Her passionate screams mingled with his groans, and they melted into each other...
"Farwell, my dear," Yohannes said aloud, mind swirling with thoughts of Clara Tremblay. She was but the latest of the long list of mortals he'd allowed himself to care for, and lost. Yohannes had roamed the world long before the Zombie Apocalypse, which caught the world by surprise a few years back. Overnight, people found themselves confronting hordes of reanimated dead folk hell-bent on devouring their flesh. They never knew that, long before the first Zombie ever moaned in hunger, a different species of Undead already walked the Earth...
Yohannes, fed up with the necropolis that Montreal had become, slowly made his way to Parc National Du Mont-Saint-Bruno, a small national park located fifteen kilometers outside the City of Montreal. The woods were usually freer of the Zombies than the cities and towns, and there was plenty of wildlife for him to feed on. Yohannes went there for some peace of mind, and found anything but...
"Hello stranger," came a voice, and Yohannes, who'd been feeding on a deer he caught, whirled around, to face this newest threat. A vision of beauty stood before him, a tall, curvy young woman with dark bronze skin and long, neatly braided dark hair clad in military fatigues. One look at her and Yohannes knew that this was no mortal woman. This gal smelled Undead, and not the raw, putrid stink of the Zombies, but the subtle, almost bittersweet smell of another kind of Undead, the Vampire.
"What do you want?" Yohannes asked, and the young female Vampire, who looked decidedly First Nations, casually stepped forward, smiling and flashing her pearly white fangs. Yohannes clutched the dead deer in his arms, and blood dripped from his mouth. In the movies, Vampires often hang out in bands or small groups, like a big frigging family. In real life, it wasn't like that. The bloodthirsty Undead weren't communal like their cousins, the slow-moving, flesh-eating and shambling Undead. Zombies like hordes, Vampires like to fly solo...
"I'm Rana, and you're on Abenaki First Nations land, stranger, so I should be the one asking the questions here," Rana said, and she licked her lips and looked at Yohannes without fear. Yohannes relaxed, somewhat, and nodded, before offering her a drink. One must tread carefully when in someone else's domain, Yohannes reminded himself, and he bowed his head gently as Rana stepped closer.
"My apologies, madam, I am Yohannes Yilma, formerly of Ethiopia, please have a drink on me," Yohannes said, and Rana looked at him carefully before taking the deer from him, and sinking her fangs into his neck. Rana drank eagerly, glutting herself on the slain deer's still warm blood. Gal's cute and has an appetite, Yohannes thought to himself with a smile.
"Hmm, not bad, but don't think it changes anything, Yohannes, these woods are mine, and you are still trespassing," Rana said, wiping her blood-soaked mouth with the back of her sleek hand. Yohannes nodded, and smiled. Even with the Zombie apocalypse upon them all, both humans and Vampires had trouble letting go of their old habits. Would Rana still consider those woods hers when millions of ravenous ghouls left Montreal proper ( after feasting on the humans ) and made their way here?
"Rana, I am just passing through, I promise," Yohannes said, smiling slyly and Rana looked him up and down and smiled. In spite of the tension in the air, he could see right through her. Rana was a relative newcomer to being a Vampire, if she'd been at it longer than a century, Yohannes would have been surprised. He decided to play nice with her even though he could have torn her to pieces...
"Your promises mean nothing to me," Rana replied, and, moving at superhuman speed, she came for him. Yohannes, who'd been anticipating just such an attack, reacted explosively. The average Vampire possesses ten times the strength and speed of the average human being. As a Vampire ages, he or she gets stronger and faster, but requires lots of human blood to maintain this level of augmented physical prowess. Yohannes, who preferred to feed on animals, lacked the strength that a Vampire his age should have, and Rana took advantage of that...
"Fuck," Yohannes cried out, as Rana came at him, fangs bared and fangs extended. Striking him a dozen times in less than three seconds, Rana slashed Yohannes at will, and the older, larger Vampire roared in pain. Hissing, Rana came for him again, and this time, Yohannes managed to grab her. Caterwauling and growling, the two Vampires wrestled one another on the forest floor, and Yohannes ended up on top of Rana, with his fangs at her throat...
"Not bad, for an old man," Rana said, looking up at her conqueror through feral, crimson eyes that were filled with defiance. Yohannes growled a warning, and she remained still. Slowly, Yohannes moved his claws from her throat, and moved away from her. Rana sat up and looked at him, clearly surprised by his actions. When Yohannes took her down, she expected him to rip her throat out and decapitate her for sure...
"Yeah, little one, I may be old but I still got the moves," Yohannes replied, and he kept his eyes on Rana even as he felt the scratches she left all over his body. One of the drawbacks of being a Vampire was how slowly they healed without the aid of fresh blood. He needed to feed, and soon, otherwise those marks would be permanent thanks to his slow rate of healing.
"Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?" Rana asked, looking at Yohannes, who leaned against a tree, weakened by his injuries. She looked at the forest floor, where an abundance of sharp sticks were to be found. Rana could pick one up and stake this old fool easily, but she hadn't seen a non-Zombie in ages, either human or Vampire. It would be a shame to put this one down just yet...
"One thing I learned since the Zombie Apocalypse began, is to respect life, both Vampire life and human life, both of our breeds have been all but exterminated by the shambling bags of pus, so maybe we should stop going for each other," Yohannes said, and he winced and fell to his knees, bleeding profusely from the wounds Rana inflicted on him. The young female Vampire stood over him, a look of disbelief on her lovely face...
"Handsome fool," Rana said, shaking her head, and that's when Yohannes passed out. The Ethiopian Vampire never expected to wake up, since, from what he knew of his own kind, the only thing a Vampire needed to fear was another Vampire. They were like serpents to one another, usually. Hence his surprise when he woke up to find himself lying on a bed somewhere, in a house he did not know...
"Where am I?" Yohannes asked, and he looked around, and saw that he was in a cabin in the woods, one with heavy drapes on the windows. A bunch of large candles on a table provided the only light in the room. A door swung open, and Rana came out, a wicked smile on her face. In her hand she held a cup, and Yohannes sniffed the air, smelling blood.
"You're in my father's cabin, here, drink this," Rana said, and she handed Yohannes the cup of blood, which he drank after a brief hesitation. Upon tasting the blood, Yohannes noticed that it wasn't deer blood, or human blood, but still a mammal of some kind. Raccoon or something like that. After a lifetime spent feeding on animals following his swearing off preying on humans, Yohannes had come to appreciate the many flavors of animal blood.
"Why am I alive?" Yohannes asked, and Rana laughed, and kicked the foot of the bed, causing it to shake. Yohannes shot her a look, and the young female Vampire licked her lips, then sat on the bed. Sighing, she gently laid her cold hand on his cold, non-beating heart. Yohannes did not breathe but if he still did, he would have held his breath. Rana was both beautiful and dangerous, two things that many men, both human and Vampire, like in a woman...
"Well, handsome, I collect rare things and you, as a Vampire who seems to have qualms about killing, are definitely a unicorn," Rana said with a wicked smile, and Yohannes returned her smile and shook his head. They looked at each other, man and woman, Vampire and Vampire. Silently, an understanding passed between the two of them, and the tension which gripped the room vanished like ice in the sun...
"Care to ride this unicorn?" Yohannes asked, licking his lips, and Rana hissed, and then pounced on him. Rejuvenated by the blood that she fed him, and intensely aroused by this sexy and dangerous female Vampire, Yohannes embraced her, and just like that, he and Rana began making love. Rana practically ripped Yohannes clothes off, and straddled him, a look of raw passion on her lovely face.
"The question is, can this unicorn handle me?" Rana growled sexily, and she licked Yohannes lips, and then sank her fangs into his neck. Yohannes sighed happily as the female Vampire drank his blood, and then he grabbed her wrist and bit it, tasting her blood. Aroused like never before, the two predators drank each other in...in every way. Rana's eager hands roamed all over Yohannes body, from his hairy chest to his groin, before fastening themselves on his long, hard dick.
"Only one way to find out," Yohannes said, nodded meaningfully at Rana, and he smiled as she leaned over, and took his dick into her mouth. The female Vampire's lovely head bobbed up and down as she sucked Yohannes dick. The Ethiopian Vampire let out the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding while Rana fellated him. Bucking his hips, he thrust his dick down her throat, and Rana engulfed Yohannes dick in her mouth.
"Hmm, I haven't gotten a good fucking in ages, Yohannes, don't you dare disappoint me," Rana hissed, while polishing his dick with a tongue longer and much more prehensile than a mortal woman's tongue could ever be. Yohannes had forgotten what it was like to make love to a female Vampire, and decided to make up for lost time. That's why he laid Rana on the bed, and showed her what he was truly made of...
"My lady you won't be disappointed," Yohannes said, and he kissed Rana, and then proceeded to lick the gorgeous and very voluptuous, exotically beautiful Abenaki First Nations Vampire from her head to her toes. Grazing Rana's tits with his fangs, Yohannes drew blood and sucked it, his own unholy communion with the female of his species. Rana moaned softly, and urged him to continue. Yohannes continued to lick his way down her body, and then spread her thick thighs wide open...
"You know what to do," Rana said to Yohannes, and he grinned and nodded, then buried his face between her legs. Yohannes began licking Rana's pussy, which tasted very different from that of a mortal woman. Rana tasted of danger and passion, of power and death and life all mingling together. Eagerly he lapped away at her pussy, and Rana moaned and squirmed on the bed, loving what Yohannes was doing to her. The older Vampire had skills...
"How I've missed this," Yohannes murmured, as he and Rana continued to suck and fuck in the dimly lit room. Stumbling off the bed, they got it on right there on the antique wooden floors. Yohannes took Rana on all fours, gripping her hips and thrusting his hard dick into her. Rana's flesh was both tight and cold, and a perfect fit for him, for like her, Yohannes heart did not beat, and his cravings for blood, sex and danger matched her own.
"Show me how much you've missed this," Rana hissed, and Yohannes laughed and smacked her big bronze butt, loving the way it jiggled as he rammed his dick into her. Passionately they went at it, and Yohannes fucked Rana with wild abandon, drilling his dick into her wet, cold pussy. Rana moaned deeply, grinding her big ass against Yohannes groin, even as her cold pussy gripped his cold, hard dick. With their superhuman recuperative powers at their peak, it took them a long time to get sated, and even longer to reach exhaustion...
"Now that's a way to welcome the end of the world, two Vampires in a cabin in the woods," Yohannes said, smiling, as he lay in bed with Rana. Yohannes looked at Rana, the sexy and dangerous gal who attacked him, then rescued him. The two of them quietly enjoyed each other's company, understanding and relating to one another like old friends even though they'd known each other less than a day.
"Amen to that, Yohannes, stay as long as you like," Rana said, gently kissing him on the ear, and Yohannes smiled, and wrapped his arms around her. Rana rested her head against his chest, smiling contentedly. For his heart did not beat, unlike the few lovers, male and female, that she'd brought home ( and subsequently feasted on ) prior to the Zombie apocalypse. Rana was thankful for Yohannes company, for now. He was a welcome break from the monotonous gloom that gripped her life these past couple of years...
After a while, the Zombie Apocalypse caused Mankind's realm to shrink, before collapsing on itself. The big cities were the first to fall to the Zombies, followed by the small towns, and later, even the most remote rural areas. When the Zombies infested every street, every neighborhood and every household in the big cities, they marched out of the metropolitan areas in a great exodus, in search of prey.
The predator follows the prey, and when the food supply is exhausted, they must venture forth into new territory. This is an incontestable fact of life in any ecosystem, including one ripe with the Living Dead. As the Zombies began invading the wilderness, they came into direct competition with their older brethren, the Vampires who had taken refuge there, preying on the wildlife in the absence of humans. Which breed of Undead shall ultimately prevail? That's a story for another time.
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"Why are we so different from the others?" Corporal Mariam Ali wondered aloud. The zombified Somali female soldier turned to look askance at her sundered brethren. Until recently, they had all been members of the Somali National Army. Along came disaster in the form of Ayaan, the 'first' of the smart zombies, and existence would never be the same for Mariam and the surviving members of their unit. To say that she disliked her new existence would be an understatement...
"I've been thinking about that, in every group, there are outliers, those that are different, perhaps we are just a variant of the average zombie," said Private Malik Osman. Mariam looked at Malik and shook her head. He still looked mostly human, even though his skin was slowly turning ashen gray. In mortal life, Malik had been a handsome young man. Now he was one of the sentient Undead thanks to a certain Undead bitch that shall not be named...
"It doesn't matter what we are, we have a new existence, we are more durable now, immune to pain, and thirst, and we can only die one way, I say we embrace it," said Captain Mohamed Yusuf. Out of the three zombified former soldiers, the Captain seemed to be the most well-adjusted when it comes to the Undead existence. Captain Yusuf has always been a man on a mission and becoming a zombie hasn't changed who and what he is. The brother is still on a mission, and wholeheartedly embraces the state of being Undead...
"Well said, my friend," Ayaan said, as she seemingly materialized out of nowhere. The zombie leader stood there, hands on her hips, a grotesque smile on her face as she looked at her comrades. Captain Yusuf saluted, as did Malik. Mariam nodded at Ayaan in a way that meant very little. It was an acknowledgement, nothing more and nothing less. Mariam didn't care for Ayaan. The bitch bit her and took away her humanity to replace it with the poison of the Undead existence. Not the sort of thing one could easily forgive or forget.
"We have gathered the troops," Captain Yusuf said crisply, and Ayaan gently touched his shoulder. The four sapient zombies stood on a rocky outcropping, one that overlooked a valley. On the valley floor, hordes upon hordes of zombies awaited. The creatures shuffled along, something they did whenever there were a lot of them and there were no humans around for them to feed on. A certain lull seems to come over the zombies. They walk back and forth over a given area and seem to be in an almost dormant state. Mariam, Malik and Captain Yusuf didn't understand the 'regular' zombies but Ayaan had them wrapped around her little finger.
"Excellent, we will need them when we storm the City of Mogadishu," Ayaan said with a confident smile. Upon hearing that, Mariam and Malik exchanged a look. In the weeks since they got zombified, they had hunted and eaten humans. That's what all zombies do, whether they're mundane zombies or smart zombies. Mariam, Malik and Captain Yusuf retained their intelligence, personalities and power of speech. The smart zombies had mixed feelings about storming the capital of their former nation. Patriotism is a thing, even for Undead soldiers...
"Is that wise, Ayaan? I mean, the bulk of the Somali military will be protecting Mogadishu," Mariam asked. Ayaan looked at Mariam and the two zombie women took each other's measure. Ayaan gave Mariam the kind of smile a serpent would recognize. Mariam stood her ground. As a mortal woman, Mariam has always been tough and determined, proving both men and women wrong when it came to her abilities and skills. As a newly minted smart zombie, Mariam wasn't about to kowtow to the likes of Ayaan.
"Mogadishu will fall, as did the Village of Ham, as did your own military regiment, dear Mariam, for I am the Queen of the Zombies and I will it," Ayaan said sweetly. Mariam glared angrily at Ayaan. Captain Yusuf and Malik exchanged a look. Ayaan looked at the male zombies and shook her head. Malik hesitated, then backed down. Captain Yusuf bowed his head and took a step back. Mortal or Undead, there is always drama and a power struggle when strong-willed females clash. Wise men, whether alive or Undead, stay out of such conflicts.
"You are not my Queen, you're merely the bitch that bit me," Mariam retorted. Ayaan licked her lips and nodded. even though the self-styled Queen of the Zombies no longer breathed, she sighed loudly. Mariam braced herself for a fight. Ayaan suddenly launched herself at her. Fangs bared and claws extended, the zombie Queen went after the zombified female soldier. Malik and Captain Yusuf watched as Mariam and Ayaan tussled furiously on the rocky floor.
"I gave you the gift of immortality, Mariam, I can take it away," Ayaan hissed. Mariam spat and attacked Ayaan furiously. Mariam pulled a dagger out of her pocket and thrust it into Ayaan's chest. Laughing, Ayaan slapped Mariam hard across the face, sending the zombie woman tumbling backwards. Casually pulling the dagger out of her chest, Ayaan approached Mariam. Roaring, Mariam came at Ayaan, ready for another attack. This time, Ayaan let the rookie female zombie come to her. Mariam was so going to get smoked...
"You cursed me and my friends, witch, and you will pay," Mariam roared. Ayaan evaded the zombie woman's attack and lashed out with a foot. Mariam groaned as Ayaan kicked her legs out from under her. The zombified female soldier fell hard on the rocky floor. Ayaan stood over Mariam and pressed her booted foot against the zombie woman's throat. Zombies do not breathe and have no pulse, but Ayaan's victory over Mariam was all too evident.
"Ayaan, please spare Mariam," Malik pleaded. Malik looked at Mariam, and their eyes met. For a long moment, the zombified former private and the zombified former corporal exchanged a look. In mortal life, they had been close friends. As newly minted smart zombies, they remained friends. They were supposed to be together forever but Ayaan the bitch, self-styled Queen of the zombies, is about to cut their eternity short...
"Even if I could forget Mariam's treachery, I could never forgive her," Ayaan said crisply. The Zombie Queen locked eyes with Malik, who watched helplessly as she stomped on Mariam's neck. Ayaan stomped until the female zombie's head was separated from her shoulders. After that, Ayaan casually destroyed Mariam's brain, thus ending the smart female zombie's potential eternal life. Malik fell to his knees, mouth agape in shock. Zombie or not, Malik was distraught by what he had seen.
"You killed her," Malik said, and the zombified soldier leapt to his feet and launched himself at Ayaan. The zombie queen and the zombified male soldier fought furiously. Unlike his beloved Mariam, Malik fought strategically. He evaded Ayaan's claws and slashes, frustrating the zombie queen. Malik punched Ayaan, rattling her head and then sent her to the rocky floor with a body shot. The zombie soldier stood over the zombie queen. Ayaan hissed at Malik, and that's when Captain Yusuf joined the fray.
"You traitor," Captain Yusuf said, and he launched himself at Malik. Malik was ready for the Captain. Among humans, a lot of males do nothing to diffuse the situation when their women attack men, but they are quick to intervene when the woman in question is losing a fight to a man whom she attacked in the first place. It seemed to be the same rule among zombies. Malik knew that Captain Yusuf, the wannabe white knight with fangs, would intervene to save Ayaan from him. The Private dealt with the Captain accordingly...
"You chose wrong," Malik said, and he then pierced Captain Yusuf's brain with the same knife that Mariam drove into Ayaan's chest. Captain Yusuf fell to the floor, dead for good. Sensing danger behind him, Malik pulled the dagger from the Captain's forehead and whirled around. Ayaan hissed and sprang to her feet. The zombie queen came at Malik, claws at the ready. Malik punched Ayaan in the face, and then slammed the dagger into her brain. The smart female zombie and wannabe queen fell to the ground, dead. For good this time.
Even though Malik no longer breathed, he sighed. He was alone. All the other smart zombies were dead. Captain Mohamed Yusuf, his friend and former commanding officer. Corporal Mariam Ali, his good friend and colleague. And finally, Ayaan, the evil Undead bitch with delusions of grandeur. Malik cursed himself for not interfering when Mariam duked it out with Ayaan. Malik gathered the others bodies and buried them. It was the least he could do.
After burying his fellow smart zombies, Malik thought long and hard about what to do. First, he dispersed the zombie horde, sending them far from the City of Mogadishu. Next, Malik headed out into the deep desert. Let the humans and the zombies war with one another. Malik, the last of the smart zombies, had enough of both the living and the Undead. He wandered into the desert, and was never seen again. If chess pieces were sentient, some of them would choose to walk away from the chessboard. Malik's part in the zombie apocalypse was over. Let someone else or something else play that game...
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"The Rampart is magnificent," said Colonel Fatima Said, Supreme Commander of the Somali National Army. The tall, dark-skinned and stoic Somali woman readjusted her hijab before she resumed scanning her surroundings through binoculars. In her nearly five decades upon this earth, the Colonel had seen a lot of things. The cruel things that human beings can do to their own kind in the name of religion, race, sexuality and gender never ceased to amazed her. The zombie apocalypse and its global ramifications caught the Colonel by surprise, though.
"Thank you, Colonel," said Sergeant Amir Aden. The six-foot-tall, brown-skinned and dark-haired young man looked sharp in his crisp military uniform. Like the Colonel herself, Sergeant Aden had seen much combat lately. He'd recently returned from a 'mission of cleansing' in the Somali countryside. The village of Ham had fallen to the zombies, and most of its citizens had since joined the ranks of the living dead. Sergeant Aden lost a lot of friends during the battle of Ham, and the Colonel was still distraught about it. The war effort was not going well...
"I have news that the fortifications around the City of Kismayo and the City of Galkayo are complete, our people are ready for the siege," Colonel Fatima Said added with a tight smile. Sergeant Aden nodded. This was good news at least. According to the SMIN or Somali Military Intelligence Network, Ethiopia was close to being overrun with zombies. Yemen, a heartbeat from Somalia, has already fallen to the living dead. The Network lost contact with its counterparts in West Africa and the Middle East as well.
A while ago, back when the global news networks were still working, the people of Somalia watched in horror as the world powers fell. The United States of America, France, Mexico, Canada, the United Kingdom and Germany got overrun by the living dead. Thanks to the rapid spread of the virus and the unfortunate geography of their own heavily populated major cities, the world powers fell. As far as the Somali Military Intelligence Network was concerned, the only nations still standing were Somalia, South Africa, Zimbabwe, and for some reason, Big Bad China. Everyone else had quit breathing and was now slouching and ravenous...
"We won't fall," Sergeant Aden said as he saw a pained look fill the Colonel's face. Colonel Fatima Said had long been an icon to the people of Somalia, especially the new generation of Somali women. The soft-spoken, good-natured military woman was a fearsome fighter. The Sergeant fought by her side when a horde of zombies threw themselves at the then-unfished rampart last week. Not the sort of leader who barks orders from a safe space while others fought, the Colonel grabbed an AK-47 and a bayonet and went out to fight the zombies.
"If we fall, it will be my fault," Colonel Fatima Said quipped, shaking her head. Sergeant Aden gently laid his hand on her shoulders. He knew he was breaking military protocol but he did not care. The Colonel was one of the bravest human beings he had ever known. Colonel Fatima Said looked at Sergeant Aden and smiled. The two of them stood on the rampart, watching the horizon. Somewhere out there, hordes of zombies were on the march, slouching toward the cities and towns of Somalia. By the Grace of the Most High, Somalia continued to hang on but for how long?
"I will fight by your side until the zombies are destroyed or we are," Sergeant Aden said firmly. The Colonel smiled and gently touched the younger man's face. The sergeant looked at the Colonel. The younger man looked nervous. The middle-aged military woman nodded gently. The gap between them closed, and they shared a brief kiss. Sergeant Aden smiled. Colonel Fatima Said nodded once more. Without a word, she walked past him. Colonel Fatima Said is keenly aware of the fact that she has breached military protocol by kissing a subordinate. It's the end of the world, so who cares? There isn't anyone around to issue court martials anyway...
"Sergeant, please ensure that the rampart troops are well-stocked, and stop staring at my bieuqib ( ass)," Colonel Fatima Said added as she left the platform. Sergeant Aden grinned and stroked his goatee. The other soldiers standing near him somehow managed to keep from smiling. The sergeant issued orders to the rampart troops and then resumed watching the horizon. There was always a zombie horde out there somewhere. The damned things seemed to pop up just about anywhere. The sergeant was still scoping the surroundings when he saw...them.
A man and a woman staggered out of the rocky outcroppings located near the southernmost point of fortified Mogadishu. The forty-foot wall, a marvel of African and Islamic engineering, had been erected in record time and surrounded the entire City of Mogadishu. There were hundreds of armed men and women patrolling the rampart. The fact that this pair somehow got this close without being shot irked the Sergeant. Shaking his head, Sergeant Aden was about to issue the order to shoot them when something gave him pause...
"Don't shoot," shouted the woman, a tall, attractive yet haggard Somali woman. Next to her was a tall, dark-skinned and bearded, tired-looking Somali man. The two of them staggered to the front of the southern rampart, begging to be let in. Sergeant Aden suddenly wished that Colonel Fatima Said hadn't left on her mid-afternoon break. The sergeant hated to be the one making decisions like this. Who were these two and where in hell did they come from? Zombies were swarming the Somali countryside. Anyone who wasn't hiding in a fortified city or walled town was dead meat...or worse.
"You there, drop your weapons and put your hands in the air," Sergeant Aden demanded. The man and woman exchanged a look and complied. On the Sergeant's orders, the southern gate was opened. A pair of medical officers escorted by a dozen uniformed soldiers approached the couple. They were ushered inside and searched for weapons as well as bites. Satisfied, the soldiers looked to the sergeant as he made his way toward them.
Habiba Dahir and her husband Abdirahman Warsame stood calmly as the soldiers aimed their guns at them. The medical officers concluded that they weren't infected, but trust was rare these days. The zombie apocalypse caused many men and women to get in touch with their inner paranoid. The couple exchanged a look of near relief. For hours they'd roamed in the desert, trying to evade the zombie hordes while trying to get to the City of Mogadishu.
"I am Habiba Dahir and this is my husband Warsame, we have some urgent news to share with you," said the woman. Sergeant Aden approached the Somali couple. The two of them looked grim but determined. He could only imagine what they endured out there in the Somali desert. If the damned zombies hadn't gotten to them then the desert surely would. Between the desert heat, the snakes, the scorpions, the coyotes, the hyenas and a thousand other things, the Somali desert could anybody...
"My wife and I have seen some disturbing shit, the zombies have changed," Abdirahman Warsame said. There was a haunted look on the man's face. Sergeant Aden looked at Abdirahman and Habiba. They had the look of survivors. He wondered which town or village they came from. Most nearby towns and villages had fallen to the zombies and only the City of Mogadishu remained, along with major cities like Kismayo and Galkayo. Some people in Puntland were still resisting the zombie hordes but they weren't having much luck. The damn zombies were too numerous...
"What do you mean, the zombies have changed?" Sergeant Aden demanded. Abdirahman looked ready to answer but Habiba shot him a look. The sergeant smiled. Before Habiba could say anything else, the sergeant asked the soldier near him to bring food and water to the new arrivals. The soldier saluted and complied at once. Moments later, he was back with water bottles and some great-smelling food. Mogadishu was doing well when it came to water, medicine and food supplies, so the sergeant didn't mind sharing.
"Thank you," Habiba said, and she and her husband Abdirahman helped themselves to some food and water. Sergeant Aden decided to give them some time to rest. The inquisitive officer within him wanted to press the couple for answers but they had clearly been through a harrowing ordeal. A few moments later, Colonel Fatima Said approached the group. Sergeant Aden turned and gave his commanding officer ( and crush ) a crisp salute. The Colonel returned the sergeant's salute and then addressed the new arrivals directly.
"As Salaam Alaikum, I am Colonel Fatima Said, sir and madam, welcome to Mogadishu, welcome to the resistance," said the Colonel. Habiba and her husband Abdirahman looked at the tall, well-dressed military woman and exchanged looks of astonishment. Even in the zombie apocalypse, legends do have an effect on the common folk. Colonel Fatima Said, the highest ranking woman in the Somali National Army, is formidable and world-famous. The Somali couple from the countryside seemed suitably impressed...
"Walaikum Salaam, pleased to meet you," Abdirahman said, and the Somali farmer bowed his head gently, as did his wife Habiba. Colonel Fatima Said, imperturbable as ever, bowed her head respectfully. Sergeant Aden looked at her and smiled. This woman right there is the total package. Rank and regulations be damned, if Somalia managed to overcome the zombie apocalypse, Sergeant Aden wanted to make Colonel Fatima Said his wife. He's already accustomed to obeying her anyways...
A few hours later, inside the casern, the Colonel, the Sergeant and other top ranked officers of the remaining Somali National Army debriefed the new civilian arrivals. Well rested and well fed, Abdirahman Warsame and his wife Habiba Dahir were quite forthcoming. In fact, ever since the couple sat down, they had been surrounded by military men and military women. The military folks asked a lot of questions and the civilian couple, simple farmers turned hardened survivors, did their best to answer them. The problem is that the military folks weren't listening...
"When you said the zombies were smart, you mean they were fresh zombies who still retained rudimentary human behavior?" asked Corporal Hodan Ahmed. The tall, curvy and dark-skinned Somali military woman scratched her hair under her hijab as she addressed the couple. Abdirahman sighed deeply while Habiba rolled her eyes. The Somali couple seemed more than a little annoyed. Corporal Hodan Ahmed looked at Sergeant Amir Aden, and the young Somali military man shrugged. The couple's story sounded like nonsense but their body language and tone spoke to their sincerity. That was quite alarming.
"How many times must my husband and I tell you? These zombies were different, they were smart, they used guns, they talked," Abdirahman said, shaking his head. Sergeant Aden snorted. Corporal Hodan Ahmed licked her lips and grinned but said nothing. The only people who hadn't said much during the debriefing were Colonel Fatima Said and a diminutive, taciturn man named Cisman Shariff. The dark-skinned, mustachioed and stocky little captain pursed his lips before joining the discussion.
"When I was in Hargeisa, I saw a fresh zombie grab a rock and throw it at a soldier before he and some other zombies dragged her down and ate her, I thought that zombie was an outlier but it seems they are multiplying," Captain Cisman Shariff said. The Somali military officer looked at his fellow officers and frowned, his imperious gaze silencing them. The Colonel nodded and smiled at the Captain before finally saying her peace.
"Alright, people, Habiba and Abdirahman have warned us that some of the zombies are smart, that they can use weapons, and are coming for us, I say we stop squabbling and prepare for them," Colonel Fatima Said declared. A hush fell over the meeting room. Sergeant Aden smiled, seemingly pleased. Corporal Hodan Ahmed seemed bewildered. Captain Cisman Shariff seemed to be of the same mindset as the Colonel. The senior officers earned their bars the hard way. They hadn't risen to their positions by being foolish...
"Smart or dumb, any zombie can be killed if we destroy their brains, my husband Abdirahman and I killed plenty on our way here," Habiba said with a smile. Abdirahman took Habiba's hand and kissed it. The Somali farmer looked lovingly at his wife. The gathered military brass exchanged smiles. Sergeant Aden looked at Colonel Fatima Said, and amazingly, the military strongwoman actually blushed. The moment of tenderness and levity passed. Time for battle...
"Let us share the news with the rest of the population of Somalia, get our radio men, our morse code people, and anyone with a cellphone to spread the news, the game has changed," Colonel Fatima Said added urgently. The military men and women saluted their commander. They filed out of the room. A pair of soldiers showed Habiba and Abdirahman their new accommodations. The remaining soldiers of the Somali motherland had work to do. The zombies have changed the game but they're not about to give up. Any enemy can be beaten...
The Communications Tower at the center of metropolitan Mogadishu was a center of activity. The Somali men and Somali women working there sent out communiques across Somalia and the rest of the world. They sent out messages in English, French, Somali, Italian, Arabic, and every other language they knew. They sent the messages in morse code, and broadcast it in what remained of the television and radio waves. The rest of humanity had to be informed that the zombies were now smart, able to talk, plan, and use weapons.
The war against the zombies is a war for the future of the human species. America, Canada, Mexico and Western Europe have already fallen to the zombie hordes. The residents of some Caribbean islands continue to survive. Certain populations are still hanging on in Asia and parts of Africa. Truth be told, the human spirit remains undaunted in the face of the zombie apocalypse. Its most unconquerable members are found in Africa's most beautiful and turbulent nation, Somalia. When the Undead decided to invade Somalia, they made a big mistake. This is the fight of a generation. The most implacable plague versus the most indomitable of humans. The end starts now...
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