Tom and Jennifer by LesLara84

Introduction:

this is the beginning of another story… hope you like it. please feel free to write comments and please wote!!Like every Friday afternoon I sat at my favorite bar drinking my deserved beer when I noticed a young woman entering. She must have been new here because I did not know her. Looking at her I realized how sexy she was wearing a tight black two piece business suit. Her skirt just ended some inches above her knees and her blazer tightened around her firm breasts. From the first look she must have been about 25 or so and looked adorable. I guessed she was about 5ft and 5” small, had a well-trained body and her at least full B cups and cute round butt were breathtaking. She wore her blonde long hair in a pony-tail which let her face appear as one of an angel. By the way, I am 28 years old, 6ft 4” tall, have blonde short hair and blue eyes. My body is in good shape because of doing lot of sport like running and playing tennis.
I had to talk to her to know who she was and I even thought about banging her.
She went to the bar, ordered a beer and sat down some seats away from me. I slowly drank mine and all the time I watched her from the corners of my eyes. When her beer was nearly empty I ordered two new ones and went over to her.
“Hi, my name’s Tom. I saw that your beer was nearly empty so I hope you will take that one.”
With that I put the beer in front of her. She looked a bit surprised but then smiled at me.
“Thank you very much, Tom. That’s kind of you. By the way, I’m Jennifer but everyone’s calling me Jenny. Please have a seat.”
“Hi Jenny, it’s nice to meet you.” We shook hands and I sat right next to her.
We talked about this and that and Jenny told me that she was new in town because of her job, she was an estate agent and that she was single.
During our little conversation we drank two more beer and I noticed that Jenny got a little tipsy. After one more beer I had my hand on her firm butt. We paid and went out onto the street. There I kissed her on her sweet lips. Even so she was wearing 5” high heels I had to bow down a bit. Our kiss was long and exciting and when we broke it I whispered in her ear that my apartment wasn’t that far away. She only giggled and nodded and we started walking down the road. I had to her more than once because being tipsy and walking in such high heels wasn’t easy.
Some minutes later we arrived and when we stood in the elevator to my floor all I could do was kissing her again. Her hands rested on my ass and squeezed it and so did I. I caressed her firm butt and back and our tongues wrestled. We had to break the kiss as we left the elevator. I opened the door to my apartment and as soon as the door was close I tore down her blazer. I ripped her blouse open and the buttons flew everywhere. There she stood only dressed in her sexy skirt, black lace stockings, high heels, a black lacy bra and her white open blouse. I was rock hard and had a tent which was obvious. Jenny saw it and started to smile.
“Ohhh… how sweet… someone’s really happy to see me. I want to see him as well…” With that she pulled my shirt up and unbuckled my pants. Without any stop she pulled down my pants and even my shorts. My hard cock sprang free and Jenny gasped. In front of her there was my 8.5” long and 3” thick cock.
“Ohhh my gosh… THAT thing is huge… didn’t know you have such big member… I thought it was big but that’s amazing… I only hope it will fit…”
I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her blouse and her bra-straps down only to unhook her bra and throw it away. There they were… her nice big C-tits with cute pink areolas with pink nipples. I was stunned, both her nipples were pierced with little rings and were stiff and hard.
Before I could do anything Jenny dropped to her knees, grabbed my dick and started stroking it. I was in heaven having such a beautiful angel giving me a handjob. I watched her lovely face kissing the head of my dick. Her tongue started to lick up and down my shaft while her little hands rubbed it. Jenny opened her small mouth as far as she could and shove my head into her hot and wet suckhole. Her tongue started flicking around it more and more while one of her hands massaged my balls. She pushed more and more of my giant cock into her mouth but had to rest after about 6”. She pulled it out just to push it in again and this time she got at least 7” in. I felt my head pressing against her throat but she did not stop. She just rammed her head over and over down into my lap and finally got all of my cock into her suckhole. I felt how my head entered her throat and as my balls slapped against her chin.
I stood there not knowing what to do. That girl I met some hours ago knelt between my legs having my long and thick dick deepthroating. I felt my balls starting to boil only because of the tightness of her suckhole when she started to hum and swallow. These vibrations gave me the rest and I started groaning while shooting my hot semen spurt after spurt down her throat.
Some of my cum must have filled her mouth as well because while I was still pumping, some cum dripped out of her lips and ran down her chin. I thought I would never stop cumming but after about 30 seconds it finally stopped. I pulled out my dick and I saw that Jenny’s mouth was filled completely with my hot and sticky fluids. Another drop of it escaped her mouth, ran down her chin and dropped onto her beautiful tits. She had to gulp three times until she had swallowed all of it and finally stood up again.
“Holy shit… I thought you would never stop cumming. I was afraid of drowning because I never had to swallow so much… And I never thought that only one man could shoot so much cum…”
Jenny smiled at me while I unzipped her skirt. “Now it’s my turn to pay you back.” I pulled down her skirt and tore off her little g-string only to reveal a completely bald and swollen pussy. Expecting her wearing pantyhose I was happy to see stay-ups.
“I thought you were naughty when I realized your nipple-piercings but even having a clit-piercing is more than I expected.” I said while my finger slit through her pussy. “You are such a little bitch I am so fucking happy that I met you…” With that I started pinching and massaging her clit. Her pussy lips were already wet and open so it was easy to enter her fuckhole with two fingers while I massaged her clit with my thump.
Standing on her high heels spreadleged Jenny had to hold my shoulder because she soon began to moan and shiver.
“Ohhh Yes… please fingerfuck me hard… I need it so fucking badly… please more…”
As I heard that I shove a third finger into her pussy and started fingerfuck her harder and harder.
With my other arm I grabbed her and carried her to the couch where I sat her down still having my fingers in her. I changed the angle of my fingers only to feel her rough g-spot.
Some years ago I learned how to give a girl an orgasm by only massage her g-spot. So I concentrated on that holy spot and pressed the palm of my other hand onto her fanny hill. Rubbing her g-spot made her insane because in an instant she moaned as loud as she could while her body started to arch and shake. Her hands pinched into the couch and her eyes went up into her head and finally she exploded. She did not only cum but exploded her female juices onto my hand. “Ohhh my fucking god… I did not know that you were a fucking squirter… Holy shit Jenny… that is so fucking amazing…” was all I could say.
Jenny on the other hand noticed nothing of that because she went unconscious. All her muscles relaxed and she lay there only hard breathing.
Realizing she was a squirter my dick was rock hard in an instance. The only thing I wanted to do was fuck her as many times as possible.
After some minutes she opened her eyes looking a bit perplexed. “What did you do to me? I think I never ever had an orgasm like this. Did I really pass out?”
“Jenny, I just fingerfucked your little twat and yes, you passed out. Why didn’t you tell me that you are a squirter?”
“I squirted, really? Didn’t know I could do that…”
Grabbing me boner she said: “You like it, right? Now I want you to fuck my brains out. I want to feel that monster-dick in my soaked pussy. Let me squirt again!”
“Hell yeah!” with that I grabbed her ass and positioned the head of my steel rod right on front of her open fuck hole. I pushed it in a little and her pussy lips opened wider.
“Oh fuck, it’s huge… but it will fit, hopefully…” she said while I shoved my dick into her inch by inch. This feeling was almost unbelievable. Her pussy was so fucking tight and sucked me inside her more and more and after some minutes shoving my dick in and out my balls finally hit her ass.
“Tom this is so fucking hot… I never felt being filled like that before. Now I want you to fuck me… not nice and gently but hard and good! I want to cum all over your fucking steel rod and I want to feel your cum in my belly! Now… FUCK ME!!!”
I pulled out my cock and rammed it into her in an instance only to star fucking her hard and deep. Within only some seconds Jenny moaned and screamed out loud. This gave me the power to even quicken up my pace. I hammered my dick into her arching pussy over and over again and soon she began to shiver.
Her legs started to spasm while her eyes went up into her head. Her whole body contracted as the first orgasm shot through her. Her pussy squeezed my dick like hell and I thought that I would cum too but then it relaxed again. I did not stop ramming her so that she was near her second orgasm in no time. For some time I slowed down a bit only to fuck her even harder.
When Jenny was near the edge of her next orgasm I decided to push her wide over it. I just put my finger to her sphincter and pushed it in.
Jenny opened her eyes and screamed while my dick hammered into her pussy and my finger massaged her ass. As I expected she went over the edge by far and once again she cum. Her legs and body arched while her pussy contracted and squirted all over my dick even her anus griped my finger.
That was more I could bear and I started shooting my cum deep into her waiting cunt. Spurt after spurt of my hot semen were placed deep into her belly and I could not stop it. I knew that I could cum a lot but this was just amazing. My white and sticky fluids started to ooze out of her pussy but I could not stop cumming.
After about one minute constant cumming I finally stopped collapsing into Jenny who was unconscious once again.

Real estate agent coerced into sex by Mfer1973

Introduction:

My name is Madison and this is a story about the day my eyes were opened to a life that I needed to leave behind and a life I needed to live.My name is Madison. I’m 22, have sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes and a curvy athletic figure. I like to where clothes and accessories that accent my figure. 

A couple months ago, I obtained my real estate license to help pay off college expenses. It has gone well so far and I have made some great commissions.

A few weeks ago my mother asked me to fill in for her, on a showing. I told her no problem. I loved real estate and helping people with their dream residence, especially this one. It was a $25 million mansion. She told me I would be meeting the client, his assistant and their lawyer. I was stoked!

On the morning of the showing. I showered, put on a delicate smelling body splash, as well as a sexy cream colored lacy bra and panties, and sheer white lace topped stockings. I then put on a red satin upper body hugging dress, that came to the mid thigh. I did my makeup to the nines. I looked pretty sharp and hoped I would make a great impression.

I left the house on the morning of the showing. I was a little nervous. This was a huge opportunity and I knew I had to shine.

I arrived about :20 minutes before the appointment time, to get set up. Took the champagne out of the cooler and put it on ice. Put out some cheeses, fruits and assorted crackers. Everything looked superb. Lastly, I checked my appearance, to make sure nothing was out of place.

About 5 minutes after the scheduled time, the doorbell rang and I went to answer it. To my surprise the client was actually an I.R.S. agent and 2 investigators, all three big black guys. They came in and told me to come in the living room, they had some questions about my father’s business dealings. I was very nervous and scared. 

My father is a successful attorney, businessman and a great father. I don’t know what he had done, or if someone had done something to him. I would do anything for my dad. But, I was getting more nervous by the second. They proceeded to tell me, my father was in serious financial debt and had been cheating on his taxes for a couple years. I was in a state of shock. They had stacks of paperwork and it looked legit. I began to tear up, thinking my dad may go to prison. 

One of the guys asked if I knew anything about this, but I had no clue. This whole day had turned into a nightmare! I got up and said I had to use the restroom, but instead got me a drink and slammed the first glass of champagne and immediately poured another. I went back to the living room and asked what was going to happen? They said this is very serious and could land my dad in the fed joint for a decade or more. I began to cry again. I asked if there was anything I could do to make, the sentence lighter? One of the guys asked what was I suggesting? I said I didn’t know, but was open to suggestions. At that point all 3 got up and approached me. They stood their in front of me for a moment. The one said they don’t know if they’d ever questioned a woman as pretty as me. I began to get very nervous. They said if I was nice to them, they would work something out. I knew exactly what they wanted and I caved. 

One of the guys went behind me and was making comments about my body. He then slowly started unzipping my dress. I could feel the coolness of the air on my exposed back. When he had my dress unzipped, he moved to the clasp of my bra and undid it. I felt naked already. He was slowly and gently running his fingertips up and down my back. Then his hands went past my sides and onto my stomach. They lingered there for a bit. My stomach was in knots. I had goose bumps all over my body. He slowly ran his hands up the front of my body, till he reached my firm breasts. A sigh and groan escaped my mouth. He rubbed them for couple minutes. I was shocked I was just allowing this. Then I felt his hands leave my body and start to remove my dress. I stood there lock kneed while my dress was removed. When my dress and bra were off and pooled at my feet, I was standing only in my panties, stockings and heels. I could see their lust by my appearance. 

The guy from behind moved away and back to the front of me. At that point they started to undress. I knew what was coming and knew there was no way to stop it. 

The got completely undressed and was terrified by the size of their cocks. They all had to be close to 10” and fat. They were all fit and muscular. 

The one who was in charge told me to come to them and get on my knees. I was so shaky as I started to move. I got to them and hesitated. The guy said on your knees now, or daddy will go to jail. I slowly knelt down. All three were about 3/4 erect and huge. I was instructed to stroke them for a bit. I did as I was told. They were moaning and saying nasty things. Then I was instructed to start sucking all of their dicks. I reluctantly started sucking all three dicks. After a few minutes of this, my jaw was hurting from the size of their cocks. I tried to slow down, but they took control of my head and started ramming their dicks into my mouth. It was disgusting. They were jeering me and chanting, daddy’s going to jail. My heart hurt so bad.

I was pulled to my feet and dragged to the dining room table. I was ordered to and bent forward till my chest was flat on the table. The guy in charge came up behind me. He started running his hand up and down my stockinged legs. All of the sudden, he grabbed the waistband of my panties, ripped them off! I couldn’t believe I agreed to this. These men were animals. Then he ran his hand up my leg and was rubbing my pussy roughly, while occasionally sticking a finger in my pussy. Then in one forceful thrust, he was inside me. The pain was so immense, it stopped rational thought and took my breath away. He was laughing at me, calling me daddy’s little whore. The other 2 came up to my side and were trying to put their dicks in my mouth. I held my mouth shut till the asshole fucking me jammed a finger into my ass. My mouth flew open and a cock went in. The guy started fucking my mouth with so much force, I thought he would break a tooth. He released my head and pulled out of my mouth, only to be replaced by the other one. He did the same thing.

With everything happening to my mouth, I almost got used to the guy fucking me. After a bit, both guys pulled out of me and I was placed on my back. Another one of the guys lifted my legs up in his arms and shoved his dick into me. He started pounding me hard. I almost lost consciousness again. The third guy pulled my head to the side and slapped my face with his dick, before jamming it into my mouth. 

My body was so sore by this time. With everything that was happening, I lost track of the first guy. After a bit, they finally pulled out of me and I was led to the living room and was forced to straddle the third guy who was sitting on the couch. I was instructed to put his dick in pussy. He told me to grind and rock my hips. I did as I was told and was actually rubbing his dick into my clit. I started feeling myself about to cum. Which made my blood curdle. But, without fail, my pussy burst and I came with a scream like none I’ve had before. The guys were being vulgar. Saying this whore just came, she wants it. They were telling me, they weren’t done with me, and they may make me do this again, for more payment. That I was the tightest they’d had. The hottest too. I was grossed out at the thought.

As I was coming down, I felt someone getting behind me. Then I felt a wet substance being smeared on my asshole. The guy under me, pulled me to his chest and the guy behind me placed his hands on my hips, and placed his cock on my asshole. He put the head in. The pain was brutal! Every stroke after was more forceful and he went deeper in. After a couple minutes, it felt like a coke can was being shoved up me. Both guys started slamming into me. I was struggling to breath. My vision was blurry and I was shaking all over. Then I realized, I just had another orgasm. What the fuck is wrong with me? Was this what I wanted? Were they right? Did I actually want this? Was I fucking them, as much as they were fucking me? Did my body trick my mind into thinking this felt good? 

As they fucked me harder, my body started to cave. I was actually grinding my hips and simultaneously pushing back against the cock in my ass. The third guy came up and put his dick into my mouth. I was sucking as he pushed into my mouth. He was grunting and knew he was about to cum, so he pulled out. I then started kissing the guy below me on his neck. Telling them to breathlessly to fuck me! The guy behind me reached around, grabbed my tits and was pinching my nipples. I had a mind shattering orgasm and was shaking violently. 

When I got my senses back, I told them I wanted to suck them off. They literally jumped out me. I went to my knees and grabbed 2 cocks, while I told the other guy to shove his cock into my mouth and fuck my mouth hard. I switched from guy to guy for a bit, until one guy pulled away, got behind me and started fucking me hard from behind, I came again. They took turns for a bit. I could tell they were ready to cum and I told them I wanted their cum on my face. 

I was stroking and sucking them until one guy grabbed my head and shot gobs of cum on my face. The other 2 followed suit. I was a mess and really sore. But, I’ve never been more sexually satisfied. 

Before this day, I was engaged to a nice guy. I knew I would never be satisfied with him anymore. It turned me on even more, to know, they did the same to my mom. But, what she didn’t know was, this was all a sham. Dad wasn’t in any trouble, they got to my mom and she turned me over to them. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. I on the other hand am going to a swingers club with a nephew of one of the 3 guys. The things I’ve done in the last few weeks, have opened up a new life for me. Sex with double digit partners. Men and women. 

The first time I was touched by a woman, my heart skipped a beat and I attacked her. She licked me so deep. Sucked on my clit and gave me an orgasm, that made me pass out. She woke me up with a kiss and I kissed down her body and got my first taste of pussy. It was wonderful and she tasted like strawberries. I must’ve done something right, because she squirted all over my face. I was surprised, but pleasantly!

Next month I am going to Jamaica for a week of nonstop fucking. Many gangbangs, orgies and just fucking my guy. Can’t wait! Keep you all posted!

My First Glory Hole By Maria1

Introduction:

It was my 23rd birthday and I discovered what a glory hole was…My hubby and I were treating ourselves to dinner and a night at the Hilton in Sydney (Australia) back in the early 1980’s. It was my 23rd birthday and I had a little too much to drink and was feeling rather disinhibited and horny. At dinner, my hubby slipped his hands up my wet knickers, and teasingly caressed my clit until it was hard, throbbing and aching, and then pushed his warm fingers into me. I hungered for him to push his whole hand inside me, I was so wound up. It didn’t take me long to flood over his fingers. I wanted to fuck him then and there but he didn’t take my hint. In my lustful state, I was frustrated as I wanted so badly to orgasm. 

It was a warm balmy night and my hubby suggested we go for a walk. A little reluctantly, I agreed. We sauntered down George St and ended up in the seedier Haymarket area of the city near Chinatown. There were a few couples walking around and my hubby seem to direct me towards a store. I saw two men going in and one coming out as we approached. He was older, slightly disheveled and he ogled at me. It was then that I noticed that there were no other women in the immediate vicinity. There was a slight stench of stale urine. The shop was an adult bookstore with a doorway with stairs leading up to the first floor. There were lurid, cheap flashing lights and I think it was called the Pleasure Chest. My hubby suggested we have a look. I normally would not have ever thought of going into such a store but that night, I was horny, frustrated and curious. I mindlessly followed him up the stairs. 

There was a “Suckatorium” on one side of the shop, but that was for full gay/bi guys and I don’t know that couples were welcome in there. There was the smell of old smoke and I could hear in the background indistinct music and what sounded like moaning from porn videos being played. I noticed racks full of porn magazines and hardcore videos. On the opposite side of the store, through a door into a dimly lit area was a row of three or four video booths with what I was soon to learn were Glory Holes. There was an old guy at the counter who casually looked up at my hubby and me. There were about four or five other men in the store and they immediately looked and stared at me lecherously. I was the only woman there. As it was summer, I was dressed in a button down shirt tied at my midriff with a short skirt and 5-inch wedge heels. I was 5ft 6in tall, about 160 pounds, pale skin, thick long wavy dark brown hair with 36-inch breasts with large brown areolae and bulbous nipples, soft curvaceous hour glass figure, wide hips with prominent buttocks, large muscular thighs and thick, shapely calves. It was a creepy kind of experience but for some odd reason, I felt kind of slutty and aroused at the same time. 

My hubby suggested we choose a booth to watch some porn. We walked over to the video booths and asked for a booth. Immediately every guy in the store stopped what he was doing and watched where we went. It was dark but the men all seemed to notice me as they glared at me like a little piece of meat. I could feel their eyes undressing me. I felt like a filthy slut, my heart was almost bursting out of my chest from nervousness and anticipation. I was shaking and was aware of the heat and wetness between my legs and tingling of my clit and pussy. The smell of the place filled my nostrils like a mix of sex and cleaning supplies. 

My hubby took my hand and led me to the second door on the right. As we entered it I took one more look behind me to see the men smiling and heading towards our door it seemed but then the door was shut and locked by my hubby. Inside the booth the floor was all concrete. The only thing in there was a chair and a trash can with a paper towel dispenser. I sat on the chair as my hubby switched through the channels of the TV finding many explicit porn films and stopping at one of a girl in the middle of a gang bang. He knew that was one of my fantasies. The sounds of lust with cheap background music filled the room. 

I was in a bit of a daze and as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I noticed there was a hole in the wall to my right. It was dark in the other booth next to us and I could see dried up cum covering the wall from the hole down. It was pretty gross as I thought about it.

Before I could ask my hubby about the hole, I noticed an eye looking into the booth from the hole.

My hubby told me to stand up and face the wall opposite of the hole. He had me stand with my arms against the wall and told me to push my ass out. I did as I was told, getting turned on as I thought that this was what he wanted me to do, show off my body to a bunch of strangers. The booth was small and cramped for the two of us and my hubby cupped my breasts from behind with his hands, and my nipples rubbed hard, erect with desire. He moved his fingers on to my nipples, gently squeezing them, then more roughly. My hubby’s hands headed south. He pulled at my panties, revealing my swollen mound. He started to rub my ass, pulling the dress up around my hips, sucking my neck and fondling my swollen breasts. He then began massaging my large engorged erect clit and moist cunt. 

He had me turn around and I looked at the hole to see a cock sticking through the hole. I gasped as I saw it and leaned back. I’d never seen anything like this before and momentarily I didn’t know what to do. Looking at my hubby he pushed me to my knees and I was in front of it. It wasn’t very big at all, not very thick either. I could tell it was an older man’s cock and it wasn’t very hard yet. It probably belonged to an Asian as his pubes were black and not very curly, his penile shaft had a yellow hue and his scrotal sac darkly pigmented with a nice set of pigeon egg-sized balls. I started to fix the situation as I licked across the tip and slowly jerked it off into my mouth as I sucked the tip. My lips locked around the head. As I sucked, my hubby’s hand was on the back of my head as he pushed me onto it. I could feel the stranger’s manhood grow in my mouth as I sucked it. My lips rubbing along his shaft as my tongue flicked around and across his rock hard cock, as the glans pushed into my throat. I was sucking him for a minute or two when all of a sudden he shot into my mouth. I tried to pull away but my hubby stopped me, telling me to swallow it all. As I did as I was told, the cock twitched with about four or five little spurts of semen. As soon as he left, another came through.

I knelt down in front of this new circumcised penis. As I laid my head down I could feel this stranger’s cock hardening. He was bigger than the first cock with thick engorged veins. I rubbed my soft cheek up and down over it. I was getting so turned on. My cunt was wet and throbbing. I could feel the stranger moving and heard him moaning. His cock was so warm and smelt musky. I swallowed the stranger’s cock. I licked and sucked and teased his balls until his warm cum flooded my mouth and kept filling my mouth with shot after shot of cum. His penis withdrew and left my mouth empty and dripping with saliva onto my top. My eyes watery from the deep-throating. I looked up at my hubby who told me to wait there. I looked back into the other booth through the hole watching the cock I had just fellated leave the room and another man walk in. He quickly undid his pants and pushed his virile member into the hole.

This guy had a very large uncircumcised cock. He was so thick. I had difficulty getting my mouth around him as he grew in size. I brought my hands up to help my mouth and it was only then I really appreciated the true stature of this magnificent cock. Not only was it fat, but it was also very long and curved like a big ripe banana. I couldn’t help but mentally compare how small my hubby’s 5-inch erection was compared to this stallion’s manhood. My cunt flooded. I could feel that my knickers were now soaked with my juices. I had always wanted to worship a monster like this. I heard him grunt and his cock twitched. I teased him by pulling away and just tickled his balls very gently. I know he wanted release as he thrust his cock hard against the hole. His heavy balls which had been hanging low in his ball bag were now tightly retracted right up into his groin. 

I could hear him groan, so I closed my hands, very lightly at first, completely around his trembling, burning-hot shaft, then began sliding along its length towards its junction with his body. At the base I stopped and slowly squeezed. The exposed shaft and glans turned a darker purplish red. I squeezed even harder, then pulled his penis firmly towards me. Spasms of pre-ejaculatory pulses shot down the length of his erect penis, from its roots deep in his body to the swollen glans. I reduced the pressure and began faster strokes, my fist thudding into his body at the base of his proud manhood, then sliding full-length to the tip. 

His boiling semen could wait no longer – a huge surge began deep in his body, building and racing up the length of his erection, exploding past my firm grip – a jet of white semen shot out, splashed against my naked thigh. I stroked harder, felt a second burst of semen gather. My grip on his erection tightened as his second spurt was launched, this time missing me, arcing high into the air past my head. His genitals mindlessly continued their ejaculation. From his membrum virile, further spurts of semen were propelled past me with decreasing force.

The next cock poked itself through the hole. It was beautiful, not as long as the last phallus, but really thick, circumcised with a huge purple head that was just begging to be licked. I stroked the semi-erect penis a few times and it quickly swelled to an enormous proud state of arousal. I swallowed it down in one long motion, his cock head pushing at the back of my throat. My tongue flicked across the sensitive ridge and probed at his tiny little pee hole before I closed my lips around him again. I could smell the sweat and the musky aroma of his arousal and it only added to my excitement as my head bobbed up and down, the pace increased. He really started to pump and thrust through the hole, fucking my mouth with such force I almost gagged. I could feel my lips bruising and burning, my saliva running freely over his shaft, mixing with the salty pre-cum that was flooding on to my tongue.

I eagerly sucked him, using my mouth on him, fast, sloppy and deep, pushing his cock in and out of my throat like I was starving for his manhood. He throbbed and pulsed in my mouth as I sucked. My hubby laughing behind me, telling me I was a horny little slut. He pulled me off the cock with his hands in my hair and told me to stand up. I did and he turned me around putting my plump white ass against the stranger’s over-sized swollen cock, twitching as it stuck out from the hole. I sunk onto it with no condom, no protection, just skin of throbbing thick cock sliding into my unprotected tight hairy wet pussy. Wow, he was BIG! I stiffened briefly in pain mixed with sheer pleasure as my pussy accommodated him. My tender white ass touched the wall of the booth. When the guy on the other side realised what had happened, he started to thrust more vigorously through the wall into my cunt, fucking my pussy hard and fast. The guy fucking me throbbed and shot cum into my pussy filling me with so much, it leaked out over his pulsating manhood and down my thighs. I felt it sliding out into my high heels as I shivered from his exploding cock. I gasped as my hubby stroked my clit harder and harder until I could feel my knees weaken. I tried to focus on the stranger’s pulsating still hard cock in my pussy as I felt the familiar feeling of mounting arousal in my womb. My love juices flowed freely as my hubby rubbed my swollen clit harder and faster as I came. My womb pulsated with an incredible orgasm. I grunted as the orgasmic waves of ecstatic pleasure swept over me.

When we left the booth, there was a herd of men waiting (and probably disappointed they didn’t get a chance). I felt like a filthy whore, but I was enjoying that feeling. 

The next day I woke up feeling like a slut. I wondered what my hubby was thinking. The whole night seemed like some kind of vivid wet dream. My jaw still felt sore from all the cocks I had sucked.

The Bestiality Whore – Part 1: The Virgin by Lexi Lust CUSTOM BOOK COVER MADE BY 5STAR LOGOS

Introduction:

A young virgin becomes a bestiality whore to repay her debtPrologue

My heart was pounding so hard I couldn’t even hear the motor rumbling. The black sedan I had been forced into sped along, swerving through traffic. Whoever my kidnappers were, they were in a hurry. But that’s not what worried me the most. Neither of the abductors seemed to care that I saw their faces. This could mean one of two things. Option one: Their plans didn’t involve anything illegal. Option two: What they had planned for me was so horrific they cared not who or what I saw. As desperate as I was to believe it was the former, I had a bad feeling it would be the latter. And if that was the case, then my life expectancy had just shrunk to a few hours. A few days it I was lucky.

I’m not sure how long the trip lasted, but it felt like hours. Then again that may simply have been because time seemed to pass in slow motion. I guess that’s what happens when the end draws near. Time either slows down or speeds up. I guess I was desperate to delay the inevitable.

The sedan pulled up to the most imposing mansion I had ever seen. It looked like a modern-day castle, with a gold-plated gate, beautiful landscaping and columns lining the front of the building. The vehicle screeched to a stop and my captors dragged me to my feet. I considered fighting, but the men were veritable giants. One stood at an imposing six and a half feet. The seconds was even taller. And bigger. But the most imposing part was the size of their muscles. I had no doubt they could snap every bone in my body with their bare hands. So I let them lead me up the marble steps and past the stained glass front door.

The inside of the mansion was even more beautiful than the outside. The floor seemed to have been carved from a single slab of pink marble. Priceless artefacts from all eras of history lined the perimeter of each room. Beautiful paintings hung from the walls. Even the furniture was breathtaking. I caught a glimpse of a gold-plated coffee table. At least I think it was gold plated. For all I know it was pure gold. Whoever owned this mansion was rich. Filthy rich.

“Welcome,” said a voice behind me. I jumped and whipped around. A man was making his way down the stairs that linked the first and second floors. He wore a black tuxedo. The manner in which it hugged his frame left no doubt in my mind that is had been hand tailored. In fact, everything about this man was flawless. His haircut was immaculate—not a single strand of hair was out of place. His watch twinkled with unblemished intensity. Even his shoes shone brightly. I could have seem my reflection in them. That is, had I not been so busy staring at the man’s face in disbelief.

I had met Mr. Black only once, but it was a memory I would never forget. The man was a loan shark. He would lend money to anyone, be they a gambling addict or a young woman with bad credit and an unwavering desire to attend medical school. I was the latter. I had once believed him to be a small fish in a very large pond, but the size of his mansion proved me wrong. Then again it had been five years since our last encounter. A lot can change in half a decade.

It wasn’t until such a thought occurred to me that I finally understood why I was there. It had been five years since I had borrowed money from Mr. Black. My reimbursement deadline had been reached and I was nowhere near paid up. I tried to swallow my fear, but only managed to choke.

By the time Mr. Black reached me I had regained my composure.

“Miss Sweet,” said Mr. Black as if we were old friends. But the coldness of his gaze didn’t fool me. “Or do you prefer Tiffany?”

I shrugged to indicate I had no preference. What did a name matter when I could very well be reaching the end of my life?

“How have you been?” asked Mr. Black.

“G-Good,” I stuttered, though at the moment I felt anything but “good”.

“That’s good,” said Mr. Black.

There was a moment of silence during which he looked me up and down. I’m not usually embarrassed by my appearance, but I was on my way back from the gym when Mr. Black’s goons had picked me up. Suffice it to say I wasn’t exactly at the top of my game. Mr. Black didn’t seem to mind. Or if he did he didn’t show it.

“Follow me,” finally said the man. He turned tail and walked off. One shove from the goons was enough to tell me I had no choice in the matter. I followed Mr. Black through a series of rooms. Each one was more beautiful than the last. It’s why I was slightly disappointed when we finally reached his office. It was fancier than most offices I had seen, yet the simplicity of the décor made it stand out from the rest of the mansion. There were three pieces of furniture in the room. A massive steel desk and two chairs. Mr. Black took a seat on the one behind the desk and gestured for me to do the same with the one that faced it. I took a seat while the goons stood at attention by the door.

There was another short silence before Mr. Black spoke.

“I assume you know why you are here.”

I nodded. I wanted to beg him for an extension, but I knew it would do no good. I wanted to cry and draw pity from him, but the tears refused to come. All I could do was sit there and wait.

“I know what you are thinking,” claimed Mr. Black. “But if I give you an extension, it will set a precedent. And I cannot allow that to happen.”

Mr. Black studied me again. The intensity of his gaze made my skin crawl, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. So I just stood there and waited for him to speak. It took a while, but his lips eventually came to life again.

“The fact that we are here right now leads me to believe you are unable to pay the entirety of your debt in the allotted time. Am I correct?”

I nodded, fearing what such an admission would entail.

“In most cases I would have my associates here,” he nodded to his goons, “break your legs. But I am inclined to make an exception. Do you know why?”

I shook my head.

“You are quite beautiful. In fact, you are breathtaking,” said Mr. Black. It was such an unexpected revelation that my fear momentarily vanished. Only curiosity remained. Where was he going with this?

“As you may have guessed, my business has grown over the last few years. I now supervise a great number of different endeavors. One of my latest undertakings is proving to be quite profitable. Yet my profit depends entirely upon the satisfaction of my clients. And the only way to keep them happy is to provide only the best… That is where you come in.”

I had no idea what he was saying, but I nodded for him to continue.

“Here is what I suggest; you agree to come work for me and in a year’s time your debt will be repaid. Once the deadline is up, you can choose to remain in my employment or we can part ways as friends,” explained Mr. Black.

It sounded good in theory, but I knew there had to be a catch.

“What is the nature of the work I would be doing?” I asked.

Mr. Black smiled. “Let’s just say it involves beautiful young women and rich, lonely men.”

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was.

“Are you saying you want me to be a whore?” I asked.

Mr. Black chuckled.

“‘Whore’ is such a filthy term. I prefer to think of my girls as ‘escorts’.”

Mr. Black may have given it a pretty name, the fact remained that he was asking me to have sex with strange men for money.

“What if I refuse?” I asked.

I expected the man’s good humor to dissipate, but he remained as nonchalant as ever.

“If you refuse I will be forced to revert back to more archaic measures. It would be a shame to ruin that flawless body of yours, wouldn’t you agree?”

I now had the whole picture. Either I agreed to become one of Mr. Black’s whores or his goons would break my legs. Or worse. Given the pathetic state of my financial portfolio, it was unrealistic to believe I could repay the debt even if I was given an extension. This left me with only one option.

“I’ll do it,” I finally said.

Mr. Black’s face lit up. “I knew you would make the right decision.”

I wanted to point out he had left me little choice, but chose instead to remain silent.

“There is no denying you are pretty enough, but before I can send you out on your first assignment I need to make sure you possess the necessary skills,” explained Mr. Black.

I tried pretending like I didn’t know what he was implying, but his words were impossible to misinterpret. He wanted me to prove to him I was willing to debase myself for his benefit. That was the last thing I wanted to do, but I knew delaying the inevitable would only make things worse.

I started to strip. Thank god my clothes were still wet with sweat, because it gave Mr. Black a chance to object.

“What are you doing?” he inquired.

I froze.

“I-I thought you wanted me to…” I started, but the last few words never left my throat.

Mr. Black chuckled.

“While I admire your enthusiasm, I am afraid my schedule for the day is full,” he explained. “My associates will escort you home. We can pick this up in the morning.”

Those were the last words he spoke. Moments later Mr. Black’s goons were leading me out of the office. A little less than an hour after that they were dropping me off in front of my apartment building.

“See you tomorrow,” said the shorter goon, speaking for the first time.

“And don’t even think about running,” added the other. “There’s nowhere you can go we won’t find you.” On that happy note, the two bulky men slipped back into the sedan and sped off, leaving standing on the sidewalk, alone and confused.

The Virgin

I awoke to the sound of the doorbell. It felt like I had only just fallen asleep, yet it was morning. I glanced at the alarm clock. It was six o’clock. I hadn’t gotten up this early on a Saturday in… well I don’t think I had ever awoke at such an early hour on a weekend. The fact that my fear and nervousness had kept me up for most of the day didn’t help. Still, I knew keeping Mr. Black’s goons waiting wasn’t a good idea, so I stood up and slipped into a nightie. I made my way to the front door and pressed the buzzer. Less than a minute later there was a knock on the door. I hesitated for a second, then opened. The goons didn’t wait for me to invite them in. They pushed past me like they owned the place and took a seat on the couch. It groaned beneath their combined weight, but held strong.

“Go take a shower,” said one of them.

“We’ll pick out your clothes,” added the other.

I knew resisting was a waste of time, so I headed to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. The water helped wash away the remnants of sleep that still clung to my frame. By the time I stepped out, I was both clean and fully awake. I was halfway through blow-drying my hair when there was a knock at the door. I was still fully naked, so I slipped back into my nightie before answering.

“Here,” said one of the goons as soon as the door was open. “Put this on.”

He handed me a skimpy cocktail dress and a pair of stilettos. I had purchased the dress on sale a few months ago and had been waiting for a special occasion to christen it. This was not what I had in mind, but it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice.

“What about underwear?” I asked.

The goons exchanged a look. “You won’t be needing any,” they said as one.

I swallowed hard, then grabbed the dress and the stilettos and closed the door. I finished blow-drying my hair, then slipped into my dress and heels and put on my makeup. By the time I was ready, I looked hotter than ever before. My blond hair sparkled in the light. As did my eyes and my gloss-coated lips. The dress hugged my every curve with utter perfection, leaving my shapely frame fully visible. The shortness of the garment made me miss the presence of underwear, but I knew nothing I did could convince the goons to allow me to rectify such a lack.

The goons didn’t take a second look at me. The simply told me it was time to go and escorted me down to the black sedan parked by the building’s entrance. A little under an hour later we had reached the mansion. I expected to be led to the office, but I was instead escorted upstairs. Mr. Black was waiting for me in the master bedroom. The bed was bigger than my entire bedroom. The chair where Mr. Black sat was almost as bid as the couch which the man’s goons had nearly destroyed with their weight.

“Good morning,” said the host. He was wearing a swanky bathrobe. It wasn’t until I noticed this detail that the seriousness of the situation finally dawned on me. Not only was I about to have sex with a man twice my age, but I was about to do so under threat of bodily harm. The fact that it would be my first sexual experience only made things worse.

Not many women my age can claim to be virgins. And those who do are usually lying to seduce a man. I could make no such claim. The fact that I was still a virgin had nothing to do with my busy schedule or my lack of social skills. I remained a virgin simply because I had yet to find the right man. I guess it’s kind of ironic that I was the kind of girl who believes in abstinence. But my beliefs had nothing to do with it. This was about survival. And the only way to ensure my future remained cast-free was to play along and lose my virginity to a man who possessed the power to end my life in the blink of an end. Or so I thought until he whistled and a dog strolled into the room.

The animal was a boxer. He was quite massive for his breed, but that may simply have been the imposing size of his muscles. Or the way his brownish-beige coat glistened in the light. Or the manner in which his tail wagged with excitement. 

“What’s the dog for?” I asked.

Mr. Black chuckled. “Did you think I would be the one to penetrate you?”

It took a few seconds before I understood what the man’s question implied. He wore not the bathrobe because he was about to have sex. He wore it because he had only just risen. The fact that he was not my lover meant it had to be one of the three other beings in the rooms. One look at the goons told me neither of them would be taking my virginity. Which left only one potential lover.

“A-Are you saying…” I began, but the fear that now coursed through me kept the last few words from reaching the outside world.

Mr. Black nodded. “That’s right. I want you to have sex with my dog.”

I couldn’t believe it. Having sex with a man I barely knew was one thing, but losing my innocence to an animal was something I knew not if I was capable of. But then Mr. Black said something that convinced me refusing was not an option.

“I know it may be an imposing challenge, but I urge you to consider the alternative.”

I did. I pictured what my life would be like with two broken legs. I could kiss my internship goodbye. No hospital wanted an intern that was restricted to a wheelchair. And if I didn’t complete my internship, I would never become a doctor. Not to mention the fact that refusing Mr. Black’s request would mean having to repay the entirety of my debt, something that would take years. As much as it pained me to admit it, I knew there was only one way to ensure my future was a bright one. I had to have sex with a dog.

“All right,” I finally said. “I’ll do it.”

“Don’t worry,” assured Mr. Black. “We’ll take things slow.”

“O-Okay.”

“Please remove your clothes,” instructed Mr. Black.

I hesitated for a brief moment before finally deciding the best approach was to dive right in and get through my first sexual encounter as quickly as possible. A few seconds later my dress was floating down do the ground. Mr. Black complimented me on the flawlessness of my body, but I was so nervous I cannot remember the exact words he spoke. I think it had something to do with the bounciness of my butt. Or was it the plumpness of my breasts? Or the tightness of my slit? It doesn’t really matter.

“Please lie down,” instructed Mr. Black as he gestured to the bed. I hesitantly hopped on. Following the man’s instructions to the letter I placed myself on my back with my head propped up by a pillow and my legs spread wide. Moments later, the dog jumped up. My heart rate quickened as he neared my slit. Closer and closer he got until his muzzle hovered mere inches from my labia. He sniffed a few times, then outstretched his tongue and took a lick.

“Fuck!” I yelped as the slimy appendage slithered across my labia. It ran the length of my slit before reaching my clit. I expected the animal to be a selfish lover, but he began stroking my clit, teasing me like I had never been teased before. This was not the animal’s first sexual encounter with a woman.

At first the boxer’s tongue strokes were sensual, but at the seconds ticked away, they gradually intensified. Before long, the fear and repulsion were gone. In their place now stood arousal. Part of me felt ashamed by its presence, but the rest of me was simply relieved. The hornier I was, the easier my first sexual experience would be. So, although it was incredibly perverse, I closed my eyes and began moaning softly as my canine lover teased my clit. Mr. Black was clearly impressed, because he ordered an escalation moments after the first moan toppled from my lips.

“Fuck!” I moaned as the boxer’s tongue slipped past me labia and shot into me. Deeper and deeper it travelled until every last inch of it was inside me. I was wetter than ever before, tough I had no way of knowing if it was a result of the arousal that inhabited me or the slickness of my lover’s tongue.

I don’t recall how it happened, but one second the dog’s tongue was standing idle and the next it was darting in and out of me with increasing intensity. Within seconds my moans intensified. Soon after my limbs began to tremble. I would like to say it was excitement, but for all I know it was fear. After all, it’s not every day a virgin feels a dog’s tongue invade her slit. The fact that Mr. Black and his goons were watching my every move somehow made the entire thing more enjoyable. Perhaps it was the incredible perversity of the situation. Or the knowledge that my performance would mean the difference between my debt being repaid in full and my legs being shattered.

I’m not sure how long it took, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute. My body began to shake. My head was thrust back and my back arched. My moans intensified. They were now so potent I could hear nothing else. In fact they overpowered me so totally that I didn’t immediately understand what was happening. Then my slit tightened around my lover’s tongue and it finally dawned on me.

“I-I’m coming!” I stuttered. Then I lost control and the only sounds to escape my mouth were powerful shrieks of ecstasy. The boxer continued propelling his tongue in and out of me, luring a little more arousal to my frame with each new penetration. My slit grew increasingly wet. I kept expecting a squirt to escape my crack, but the time had not yet come for me to lose my squirting virginity. In a way that was a good thing, because it allowed me to fully enjoy every second of my first interspecies climax. By the time the shivers stopped rippling through my frames, I was so exhausted that I could barely keep awake. Thank god I was lying down or I would have toppled over. It took all the strength I had just to keep from slipping into a post-coital coma.

A lot had changed by the time I opened my eyes. First of all, I was no longer a virgin. Second of all, the arousal that had once inhabited me was gone, and with it my skewed sense of right and wrong. I now realized how wrong bestiality was. Not to mention illegal. Then again, borrowing money from a loan shark wasn’t exactly the pinnacle of legality. Nor was prostitution, yet that was exactly what I had agree to. And for a year no less. But as much as I regretted my actions, it was not in my power to change the past. And the only way to ensure my future was a bright one was to keep Mr. Black happy. But then he said something that made my determination waver.

“Suck his cock.”

It took a few seconds before I found the right words to express how I felt. I wanted to refuse, but I knew that was not an option. Hopefully Mr. Black would agree to an alteration.

“Can’t I just jerk it?” I asked.

Mr. Black considered me proposal for a moment.

“Very well,” he agreed. “But on one condition.”

I nodded, indicating I agreed to whatever his condition was. I expected him to voice it, but he kept it to himself. I guess he would let me know when the time was right.

I knew the longer I waited, the harder it would be, so I acted before I lost my nerve. The boxer still lay between my legs, only now he was on his back. His hind legs were spread apart, revealing the rigid member than stood between then. It was bigger than I had anticipated, but size mattered little as my hand would be the only part of my anatomy to touch it. Still, I took a moment to study it. Its bright shade of red seemed to glisten in the light. The large knot that stood at its base made me nervous, as did the pointiness of its tip. But in the end none of that mattered. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the spear.

“Wow!” I couldn’t help gasping as I felt the intense heat emanating from the shaft. Focusing on it, I began thrusting my hand up and down. It travelled the length of the animal’s shaft. The boxer began whimpering in delight. I focused on the animal’s joy and blocked out the rest of the world. It seemed to fade away, leaving only the boxer and me. I now felt confident enough to increase the force of my jerks. Within seconds, I was working the animal’s shaft with such intensity that he began howling. Then the member started trembling and I realized the howling had nothing to do with the speed of the handjob and all to do with the animal’s impending climax.

The dog’s cock shook and shivered. Then it started convulsing and the howling intensified. Just when I thought the seizures had reached their peak, they intensified again. Moments later the first wave shot forth. The semen flew through the air, headed right for my face. I was about to turn away when Mr. Black’s voice reached my ears.

“Swallow it!” he commanded.

I had a very short window to decide how to proceed. Either I refused and ran the risk of angering Mr. Black or I did as told and debased myself even further. I would like to say I did the righteous thing and refused, but I was afraid. Not to mention a little curious. But in the end, it was a realization that convinced me to cooperate. This was the condition Mr. Black had referred to earlier. In exchange for allowing me to substitute the blowjob for a handjob, I now had to swallow my lover’s cum.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. A split second later the boxer’s semen made contact with my tongue. My taste buds went to work, gorging themselves on the hot cum. It took a few seconds and just as many squirts, but I eventually decided I enjoyed the taste of cum. Or at least dog cum. It was slightly salty, but also quite nutty, not to mention highly addictive. I swallowed every squirt that found its way into my mouth, moaning each time the hot nectar slithered down my throat. By the time the final squirt was ingested, a great warmth had invaded my body. But that was not all that had changed. I’m not exactly sure how it had happened, but I now felt as aroused as I had when my lover had licked my slit. To be perfectly honest, I was actually looking forward to another escalation. Luckily I wasn’t the only one.

“Keep jerking,” instructed Mr. Black as soon I released the animal’s shaft.

The boxer’s member had softened somewhat, but it was still rigid enough for me to keep jerking. And jerk I did until my lover’s spear was yet again stiff as stone. I continued working until Mr. Black game me permission to stop.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered.

He didn’t have to ask twice. No sooner had the final word left his lips than I was on all fours. Moments later, the boxer hopped up and mounted me.

“Fuck!” I yelped as his front legs squeezed my waist. Meanwhile, his hind ones worked overtime, forcing his body forward. A split second later the tip of the cock made contact with my labia.

“Fuck!” I moaned again. And that was exactly what he did.

The cock shot into me with such speed that I barely even felt it. Then his knot was forced past my labia and I felt everything. There was a brief moment of pain, then nothing. At first I feared my slit had torn and the intensity of the pain kept me from feeling it. Then I thought perhaps I had gotten accustomed to the oversized penetration. Then my lover started rocking back and forth and I knew the truth. The pain had vanished because the knot had been pulled out of me. But now that the pounding had begun, it was repeatedly thrust into me. Each time the large knot invaded me, pain shot through me. Then it was pulled out and the pain was gone. But it returned each time the boxer thrust forward. At first the intermittent pain was a distraction, but then it combined with the arousal, creating a surprisingly enjoyable pain/pleasure cocktail. The next thing I knew I was begging for more. And that was exactly what I got.

“Faster!” I begged, having fully given in to the perversity of the situation. I no longer cared that bestiality was wrong. Or that I had up until recently been a virgin. It didn’t even bother me that I had been blackmailed into my first interspecies experience. The only thing that truly mattered was the rock-hard shaft that drilled me with unwavering consistency.

“Don’t stop!” I pleaded. “Please don’t stop!”

The boxer kept riding me like his life depended on it. For all I knew, it did. My life—or at least my legs—was intrinsically linked to the quality of the performance I gave. But then an orgasm started growing within me and all else lost meaning.

“I’m gonna come!” I warned, though I’m not sure who I was telling—my lover or Mr. Black? I guess it doesn’t really matter, because my body began convulsing moments later.

It may have been my second orgasm of the day, but it was no less potent. In fact, it was even more powerful than the last. It took all the strength I had just to keep from being pounded into the mattress. But then something happened that made me lose all control. I began to squirt.

I had often tried to reach what most consider to be the pinnacle of female orgasms, but never before had I succeeded. I guess it had taken a dog to accomplish what my fingers had failed so many times. Squirt after squirt gushed out of me, drenching both my thighs and my lover’s hind legs in cum. I moaned like I had never moaned before. My body shook with such intensity that my elbows gave out. My face slammed into the mattress, putting an end to my high-pitched moans. Only muffled cries now escaped. Meanwhile, my lover continued drilling my slit, which, with the rest of my lower body, still remained in the air.

I was aware that part of the cum that gushed from my slit belonged to my lover, yet I was unable to tell if the majority of the drops that rained down upon me belonged to me lover or me. Then again, it didn’t really matter. Only my lover’s cock within me meant anything to me. Well, that and the overpowering orgasm that controlled my frame.

I’m not sure how long it lasted, but I blacked out moments after the final squirt oozed out of me. I didn’t even feel my lover pull out of me. I only know that the boxer was lying next to me, licking the cum from his shaft, when I finally recovered. The next thing I realized was the fact that I had come down from my sexual high. I expected to feel regret for my actions, but all I felt was a great sense of relief. My first sexual experience was over and my feelings mattered little.

I glanced at Mr. Black and found him smiling. That was a good sign.

“H-How did I do?” I asked.

The man’s smile widened.

“Let’s just say you got the job.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, but Mr. Black ordered me to my feet before I could rejoice any further.

“Get dressed,” he instructed. All traces of the smile that had once curled his lips were now gone. “My associates will take you home.”

I was taken aback by the man’s sudden change of attitude, but I knew better than to defy him. I quickly slithered into my dress and slipped back into the stilettos I only now realized had fallen off at some point during my first interspecies pounding. I then glanced at Mr. Black, but he seemed busy checking his phone, so I followed his goons out of the room.

“Keep your phone on at all times,” warned Mr. Black right before I reached the door. “I will call with the details of your first assignment.”

Babysitting For My Uncle Part 2

Introduction:

Being caught made me feel guilty, but then the person who caught us made me feel even better than my uncle did.If you haven’t already read part 1, please go back and read it. The second part will make more sense if you read the first one before this one.

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“Surprise…” my uncle and I hear from the door. I cover myself quickly and look at the door. I knew that quiet voice as my cousin’s who was currently in college. Well now I knew he was home as he stood in the door frame with a few bags in his hands.

His facial expression was unreadable. I didn’t know if he was surprised, scared, turned on, or calm. That scared me more than anything. I didn’t want this secret to leave the room. I could feel tears slowly emerging from my eyes.

I hear my uncle get off the bed and put on his boxers. He walks over to his son and ushers him out of the room. He looks back at me and tells me to clean up and then come to the kitchen. I nod and he closes the door.

I cry for a few minutes because of the fear and guilt I felt about today’s events. When I calm myself down I walk into the connected bathroom and see myself in the mirror. I look closely and notice my cheeks are rosy and my face is flushed. I’m glowing and I look different. I look more mature. I look down at my body and notice my curves in a whole new way. I look sexy to myself for the first time. I smile and wipe away the tears.

I stare at my reflection and run my hands over my body. My breasts are huge, round, and perky. My big and pale areolas surround my tiny, hard nipples. My stomach is smooth and has a cute and tiny pooch at the bottom. My thighs are thick and my honey pot in between my thighs is still soaking wet. My fingers trail into my panties and slide through my folds. I let out a small inaudible moan. I close my eyes and remember the way it felt to have my uncle’s eyes on my almost naked body. My body feels electric as I finger myself and pinch one of my nipples. I hear the bedroom door open and I open my eyes to see who’s in the next room. My uncle is smirking as his eyes follow my hand in the mirror.

“You’re so naughty. I told you to clean up, not get messy again. Were you thinking about getting caught?” He asks as he strides over to me.

My smile fades as I remember being caught. He looks concerned and holds me from behind. He nestles his face into my neck and kisses all over my shoulder. I enjoy the feeling so much but I shrug away. I grab a washcloth next to the sink and wet it. I wipe away his cum and then drop my panties. I toss them into his laundry pile and start to clean my pussy up. I toss the damp rag into the pile also and push past him to get to the bedroom. I grab my dress from the bed and slide it over my head. I fix my hair and walk out of his room and into the living room. I grab my phone and slip my shoes on. My cousin comes running from the kitchen to try to talk to me but I block his voice out and walk home.

On the walk home I keep replaying everything that happened. Being caught was not okay, but it did make me turned on. My secret was now in his hands and I had no say in if it came out anymore. It was dangerous and that’s the most fucked up thing I have ever thought.

I stop at my front door and hesitate to turn the knob. My mom was on the other side and she would probably bombard me with questions. My brother is away at college for now so I don’t have to worry about him. I take a deep breath and open the door. I step into the house and notice all the lights are off. Mom is not here. I make myself a quick sandwich and take it upstairs. As I eat on my bed I notice myself get tired. My arms feel heavier and my eyes keep closing. When my body feels too tired to stay awake I place my plate on my side table, glance at my clock that says 7:00, and lay my head on my pillows. I slip into a very deep sleep and have some very naughty dreams that night.

I awake slowly around 5 in the morning and groan as the sun isn’t even up. I lift myself off the bed and go take a shower. Every time my hand touches a place that uncle had placed his hands, I get more turned on. I get so horny that I need to relieve myself. I take the shower head down and lean against the wall. I face the head at my clit and fall into ecstasy. My fingers are on a mission and the warm shower water feels amazing. It takes less than five minutes for me to orgasm. My fingers dip inside and rub and tease my clit. I encircle my nub with two fingers and the water hits the most sensitive part of my pussy. My eyes roll into the back of my head and my body convulses as pleasure takes over. I take a moment to recover, place the shower head back up, and rinse off before turning off the water. I step out of the shower and wrap the towel around my soaking wet body. I scamper into my room and shut the door. I step into my closet and search for something to wear. It’s the middle of march so I grab a jean skirt, some boy shorts, one of my cute bras, and a long sleeve v-neck. I glance back at my clock and realize it’s 6 now. I took a very long shower on accident. I throw on my clothes and put my hair into a bun for me to do later. I walk downstairs and hear two voices. Maybe mom brought someone home. I round the corner into the kitchen and as soon as the voice registers with me, it’s too late. My cousin is sitting at the breakfast nook with my mom drinking coffee.

“Hey love-bug. Look who’s here! Grab a cup of coffee and join us.” My mom greets me.

I nod and quietly make myself a cup of coffee. It’s more so cream and sugar with a splash of coffee, but who cares. I look at my outfit choice as I stir and realize that there’s not much left to the imagination. I glance over at my cousin and try to block out my dream from last night. Some dirty things went down with him. I grab my coffee and sit down with them.

“So honey, how was babysitting yesterday?” My mom asked.

“Weird.” I said.

“Yeah, it has been a while since you’ve babysat.” My mom says and I’m glad she didn’t question further.

My cousin winks at me and I sink in my chair and sip on my coffee. They talk and I just listen. He’s been up to a lot at college. Studying, partying, girls. The whole lot. My mom surprises him with one question in particular.

“Are you with someone right now?”

He blushes and says “no, but I’ve got my eye on someone.” I roll my eyes and think how much of a player he is… that is until I feel his hand on my thigh a few seconds later. “What about you?” He asks me.

“I… uh… I don’t know. I’m happy being single.” I say and take a sip.

I excuse myself and go back to my room. I get angry at the feeling of his hand on my thigh and throw off my skirt. I stomp on it and kick it into my closet. I pull out some pajama pants and slip into those. I instantly feel more comfortable. I flop onto my bed and grab my phone. I start scrolling through my notifications. I got a text from my uncle inviting me to his birthday party. That must be why my cousin is here. I text him a flirty winky face and said of course I’ll be there.

There is a knock at my door and before I can say “go away”, my cousin walks in.

“I could have been naked you know?” I retort.

“Like I haven’t already seen that.” He says and closes the door. He locks it and I immediately move to the top corner of my bed. He giggles and sits down. “I just wanted to talk privately about what I walked in on yesterday.”

“What did you walk in on? I don’t know what you mean…” I say trying to dismiss the event.

“It’s alright. I’m not going to tell a living soul. I saw how you immediately felt regret when I walked in. If I hadn’t walked in, would you still regret it?”

“No…” I reply sheepishly.

“Then don’t regret it. Pretend I never walked in or saw you completely naked in my dad’s bed. Just forget I even exist.”

“I don’t want to forget you.” I blurt out.

“Don’t wanna forget me at all or forget me walking in?”

“Both…” I say and hide my face.

My heart rate is speeding up. I know he’s judging me for being an incest addict. What if he doesn’t want me to remember? Did I just ruin our friendship?

I feel his hands touch me. One holding my wrist, the other on my face. His lips touch my forehead and I move my hands away. I stare into his deep blue eyes and feel all my worries melt away. He kisses my nose and then starts to move down to my lips. He waits for me to push him away and when that doesn’t happen, he closes the distance between our lips and kisses me softly and sweetly. I put my arms around his neck and pull him down with me. As he hovers above me, kissing me, I feel his hands move to my hips. He pulls my lower half up to meet his and he grinds into me. I gasp and stare into his eyes I smile at him and then kiss him again. We make out with passion but his grinding slows. I feel his cock in his pants and all I want to do is see it. I pull away and tell him to switch spots. He lays on the bed and I get on top of him. I sit and slowly grind against him. I go to take my shirt off but I hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

I cover his mouth and hop off of him. I fix my clothes, unlock and open the door. My mom reaches the top of the steps and asks for a hug as she’s on her way to work. I hug her and she waves to my cousin who is still laying on the bed then she leaves for work.

I hear her car drive off and I know it’s safe to continue. I close the door and lock it for safe measure. I strut over to him while slowly taking off my clothes. First my top goes, then my pants. My cousin stops me before I unhook my bra. He sits up and pulls me onto his lap. He starts grinding my hips into him and he kisses my chest. He unlatches my bra and slowly reveals my breasts. I feel his cock jump under me as my nipples come into view. His mouth sucks my nipples in one at a time. I moan at the amazing feeling. He picks me up and lays me down on the bed. He leaves kisses all the way down my body as he nears my dripping wet pussy. I grab his chin before he reaches and I make him look at me.

“No no no. Shirt and pants come off before my panties do.” I tell him and he happily obliges.

His shirt comes off and just like his dad, he has an amazing chest. Defined pecks, tiny nipples, perfect six-pack. The only thing that was different was that my cousin had this enticing v line that lead right to his…mmmmm!

That was enough to push me off the ledge. I sit up, push him against my desk, and pull down his boxers. I have no idea what I am supposed to do, but nature takes over and his perfectly shaped cock slips into my mouth. He gasps and falls back a bit more. He supports himself with his arms and stares down at me. I feel one of his hands touch my head. I was scared that he was going to face-fuck me but he didn’t. He helps push my hair out of the way and he caresses my face. He pulls my mouth off of his cock and mades me look at him. I smile as I continue massaging him in my hand.

“I’m gonna burst if you continue.” He chokes out.

I drop my hands and he steps out of his boxers. He leads me back to the bed and sits me on the edge. He kisses me and then pushes me all the way back. He looks at me for permission and I nod. He hooks his fingers in the band of my panties and slides them off. I lay there completely exposed to him as he gets to his knees and flops my legs over his shoulders. He teases me first by kissing the inside of my thighs. This causes me to grip the sheets underneath me. I focus on breathing and he continues kissing everywhere down there except for where I need his mouth. I let out a frustrated groan and put my hand on his head. I try to force his head to my clit, but he is stronger than me and continues to avoid it. He smirks at me and I can see all of my juices dripping from his chin. He goes back to licking and I gasp and grip his hair tighter. Three more licks and then his tongue makes contact with my clit. I gasp so loud I have to cover my mouth and my legs start shaking. I can feel my legs tightening around his head and I feel so bad because I can’t help it. I shakily say “I’m ssssssso ssssssorry. I can’ttttt…!” I start making a lot of noise again and new places start shaking. I cover my mouth again and feel tears start forming from the intensity. I cry out “Fuuuuuuuck I’m comingggggg!” And grip his hair. My knees clamp around his head, my legs go straight, my toes curl, and my back arches off of the bed. Pleasure pulses through my body and when the waves stop, I collapse on the bed. I go weak and my head rolls to the side. My cousin crawls into bed with me and I notice he isn’t hard anymore.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask.

“No” he laughs. “Your orgasm was so intense it made me orgasm too. I came in your panties. I hope that’s okay.” He says and pushes my hair out of the way.

I nod and cuddle him. We lay there in silence for a while. When I regain my strength, I sit up and put on his t shirt. He chuckles and puts his boxers back on. I grab a clean pair of panties on my way downstairs and he follows me. We end up in the kitchen and I grab the ingredients for chocolate chip pancakes. He wraps his arms around my waist and turns me around. He kisses me deeply and slides his hands under my shirt. His fingers trail my back and ass as we make out. I want it to continue but I am hungry. I push him away and turn to mix the ingredients. His height and strength gave him the ability to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder. I kick and yell at him to put me down but he won’t. He threw me on the couch and pinned me down.

“I’ll make breakfast. Just kiss me for a few minutes.” He says.

I pull him in to kiss and then lick his face. He pulls away laughing.

“Make me my damn breakfast and then you can kiss me!” I jokingly retort.

He goes to the kitchen and makes breakfast while I lay on the couch and watch a bit of tv. Eventually he walks out to the living room holding two plates of pancakes. He hands one to me and then sits down where my feet aren’t. I lay my legs across his lap and we both eat our breakfast. I finish first because I’m a hungry little girl. I set my plate down and straddle his lap.

“I’m better now!” I say and he smiles. He sets his plate down and kisses me. We kiss until we need to pull away for air. “Thanks for breakfast cousin!”

“Anything for you my little nympho.”

I hop off his lap and trot up to my room where I left my phone. I have a few missed calls and some texts from my uncle. I quickly call him back thinking it’s an emergency for the kids but it turns out it’s for him.

“Uncle, what’s wrong with the kids? Do you need me to babysit?” I ask quickly.

“No no no sweetie. Did you get the picture I sent you?”

I put him on speaker and go to my texts.

“OH MY GOD!” I say and almost drop the phone. “Uncle, that’s so naughty. What if my mom looked through my phone?”

“Oh, sorry my bad.”

“I like it a lot tho. All I can imagine in my head is you watching me masturbate now.”

“Well we can do that again if you want… you can come to “babysit” and stay the night.”

“I’ll think about it… I’ll talk to you later.”

He hung up and I went back to looking at his nude. My hands slipped into my panties and I was already wet again. I look at my door frame and see my cousin watching me. I take my hand out and walk over to him. I throw my arms around his neck and hug him tight.

“Your dad wants me to come over for a sleepover.” I whisper into his ear.

“Mmm, I just want you all to myself.” He complains.

“I know, but he teaches me things I never knew existed. I didn’t know I could cum as hard as I did. You made me cum harder, but he was the one who first made me.”

“Okay. Go have some fun with him, but you have to show me the new tricks he teaches you. And please don’t tell him about us.”

“Yes sir. My lips are sealed!” I say and kiss him again. I start to walk away, but then I turn and ask him “would you like to watch us?”

“Yes. Can I?” He asks eagerly.

“Duh, that’s why I asked.” I say and go to pack a bag.

My cousin sits on my bed and watches me pack. I throw in thongs, bras, and a few skimpy outfits. I also pull out my fancy night gown and stockings. I figured I could surprise my uncle with a birthday blowjob. I put in a few more essentials and zip it up. I lay down with my cousin and trace my fingers on his chest.

“You made me feel so good while you ate me out. How’d you learn how to do that?”

“I just looked it up one day. I found a bunch of guides written by women on how to pleasure them. It’s all biology and psychology.”

“I love how smart you are. Have you made other girls cum like I did?”

“No… you are the first girl I’ve eaten out. I’ve never felt comfortable enough to do it before.”

“So, does that make you a virgin?”

“No. I’ve still had sex. Luckily college girls don’t care too much about getting eaten out when they’re buzzed.”

“Oh.” I say slightly disappointed that he’s way more experienced than me.

“So, are we going back to my house?” He asks and sits up.

“I guess. I still have to get dressed.” 

He goes to my closet and picks through my clothes. He pulls out a floral dress and my converse. The dress exposes more than half my back and I always feel awkward wearing it. Maybe today will be different. I toss his shirt at him and slip into my dress. I pull on my shoes and grab my bag.

“I’m ready.” I say very nervous for how I’m going to feel being with my uncle again. I just want to be in my cousins arms forever. I feel so safe and loved and horny with him. With my uncle I feel nervous and embarrassed, but sexy. I just wish I could find someone who made me feel all of that at once. But I guess I’ll only get that in my dreams.