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My name is Emily and I am twenty eight years old… and I used to believe that I was a good wife.

I have long dark hair that falls past my shoulders, dark brown eyes, and a soft curvy figure with full breasts, a narrow waist, and rounded hips. I try to dress modestly most days because that is the woman I want to be. Jake and I have been married for five years. He is my best friend and my safe place… he’s just the love of my life. We still find ways to laugh together even when everything feels heavy. We hold each other at night and talk about the future we want to build. Our love has always been the one thing that felt solid.

This past year has been slowly breaking us. My younger brother Tyler is only nineteen. He should have been excited about college and new beginnings… but instead, a rare autoimmune disorder has attacked his body and taken so much from him. The doctors believe a new experimental therapy could reverse much of the damage and give him back a real life, but the cost is enormous. Insurance covers almost none of it. We have already sold my car, taken out a second mortgage on our small house, and emptied every savings account and retirement fund we had.

Watching Tyler grow weaker and more tired while my mother tries to stay strong on the phone leaves me with a constant heavy pain in my chest. Jake works long overtime shifts at the construction company. I pick up every extra hour I can at the bookstore. We lay awake at night holding each other tightly and whispering that somehow we will find a way… but the fear never really leaves us. Some nights we do not speak at all. We just hold on.

That evening at the charity gala felt like a small break from the darkness. Richard Voss was attending. He is a strikingly attractive man in his early forties with sharp blue eyes, dark hair touched with silver at the temples, and the commanding presence that comes from real wealth and power. We had met him briefly at two earlier fundraisers. He had always been polite and had made generous donations to various medical causes. We were genuinely excited when we heard he would be there tonight. His support had helped programs like the one Tyler needed so much.

Mr Voss greeted us warmly near the entrance. He shook Jake's hand firmly and told me I looked lovely in my black cocktail dress. The conversation came easily as we moved through the room. He asked thoughtful questions about Tyler's condition and about our lives. When he invited us to join him for dinner afterward at a quiet upscale restaurant nearby we accepted right away. This might be the opportunity we had been praying for. Maybe he could really help Tyler.

At the restaurant Voss was a gracious host. Jake and I sat next to each other. Before the main conversation began Voss pulled out two copies of a simple non disclosure agreement.

"This is standard for me when discussing any potential donations or private support," he explained calmly. "It protects everyone involved. Nothing you sign tonight obligates you to anything. It simply means what we discuss stays between us."

We both signed. We were excited. Hopeful. This felt like the moment we had been waiting for. Jake smiled at me and squeezed my hand after we signed. We thought this was it… The help Tyler needed might finally be within reach. We ordered wine and settled in with rising anticipation.

The meal was excellent. Voss listened attentively as Jake spoke about the realities of construction work and as I shared small details about my life at the bookstore. He asked about Tyler again and seemed genuinly interested in how he was doing. The evening felt full of promise and hope. The food was excellent and the conversations flowed. I started to believe that real help might finally be close. Jake looked more relaxed than he had in weeks.

Then as dessert arrived Voss set his spoon down and looked at us both with calm directness.

"I very much enjoyed this evening with you both," he said, his voice low and steady. "But I am going to be direct with you now. Emily, you are a strikingly beautiful woman and I find myself very drawn to you. i understand you and Jake are married and happy… but I would like to make you and Jake a substantial offer. to consider. Four hundred thousand dollars plus I will pay off your mortgage in full. in return for my generocity, Emily would come stay at my estate as my personal companion for 30 days. She would live in my home and be available to me sexually during that time. rest assured, I would treat her with every comfort and luxury. At the end of the thirty days she may return home and we part ways completely with no further contact required."

The words landed like a slap. My fork slipped from my fingers and clattered loudly against the plate. Heat rushed to my face. I felt deeply humiliated. This rich asshole was sitting across from us suggesting that I leave my husband and become his… slut? …for a month in exchange for money?? My stomach twisted with shame. Jake's hand squeezed mine so hard it almost hurt. I could see Jakes face turned red with anger. His body was tense and there was a moment where I was genuinely afraid he might stand up and hit Voss. The only thing that seemed to hold him (or me) back was the staggering size of the offer. Four hundred thousand dollars plus the mortgage paid off. It was enough to save Tyler... Enough to clear every debt. Enough to give us a chance at the life we had almost lost. Even if it enraged us, it had the potential to change our lives for the better. it would be foolish to throw it away and dismiss it.

"You seriously invited us to dinner for this?" Jake asked, his voice low and shaking with fury. "After talking about Tyler like you actually cared about helping kids like him? After acting like you were some generous supporter?"

Voss remained composed. His expression showed no regret and his tone stayed firm and businesslike and confident. "I do care about those causes, Jake. I have given to them for years… But nothing in this world is free as you both know too well from your own struggles. I have seen how hard this situation with Tyler has hit you. Four hundred thousand dollars and your mortgage paid off would cover his treatment and give your family real security moving forward. It could change everything for you. I am a man who knows what he wants and is willing to pay fairly for it. i have made my offer.”

I sat there feeling small and exposed. My cheeks burned with humiliation. The thought of leaving Jake for thirty days and being intimate with this man made my chest feel tight and my throat close up. I wanted to stand up and walk out of the restaurant. I wanted to tell Voss exactly what I thought of him and his offer. But Tyler's tired face kept flashing through my mind. The stack of medical bills on our kitchen table. The second mortgage payment that was already late. The way Jake had looked so defeated the night before when another denial letter arrived. The money he offered was enormous. Life changing.

Voss watched us for a moment then spoke again more quietly. "Take time to think it over. Talk between yourselves tonight. There will be no hard feelings at all if you decide against it. You have twenty four hours. If you accept a car will be sent for Emily tomorrow evening."

He signaled for the check, paid discreetly with a black card, and rose from the table. "The full details of the arrangement are in the envelope I left with the host. I will leave you two to discuss."

Richard Voss excused himself politely and walked out of the restaurant. Jake and I sat next to each other in heavy silence. The dessert plates sat half finished in front of us. My hands were shaking in my lap. My face still felt hot with humiliation. Jake's jaw was clenched tight and his eyes were full of anger and pain.

We stood up and made our way toward the door...the manager handed us an envelope as we left the restaurant. imwas shaking and overcome with emotions, and i started to cry. Jake put his arm around me to try to comfort me as we stepped out into the night.

The drive home was silent except for the occasional sniffle I couldn’t hold back. Jake kept one hand on the wheel and the other wrapped around mine so tightly I could feel his pulse. When we finally stepped inside our small house, the weight of the evening crashed down on us. I kicked off my black heels and sank onto the couch. Jake paced the living room for a few minutes, then sat beside me and pulled me into his arms. We held each other like that for a long time, breathing together in the dark.

“I can’t believe that bastard,” Jake said finally, his voice rough. “He sat there talking about Tyler like he gave a damn, then drops that on us. Like you’re… something he can just buy for a month.”

Anger flared in my chest too. “I felt so cheap. So humiliated. The way he looked at me when he said it.” I buried my face against Jake’s shoulder. “But Jake… four hundred thousand. Plus the mortgage. Tyler could get the therapy. We could breathe again. No more late notices. No more watching Mom pretend she’s okay.”

We wrestled with it for hours that night. We got angry… angry at Voss for reducing me to a transaction, angry at the medical system that made this even a question, angry at ourselves for even considering it. We got sad. I cried against Jake’s chest while he stroked my hair, both of us grieving the innocence we were about to lose.

Then came the hope, fragile and flickering. We talked about what the money would mean: Tyler strong again, laughing, maybe going to college. Us sleeping without the constant knot of fear in our stomachs. A future.

Around two in the morning we made coffee and sat at the kitchen table with the unopened envelope. Jake’s hand shook slightly as he tore it open and spread the papers out. We read every line together, shoulders touching.

The contract was surprisingly clear and businesslike. It stated that all activities would be completely consensual. I had the right to end the arrangement at any time by simply requesting a car to take me home with no questions asked. The deal and payment would be cancelled the moment I left, but there would be no penalties or legal repercussions beyond that.

All food, clothing, toiletries, and personal items would be provided in abundance at Voss’s expense. I would have my own suite at the estate. Phone check-ins with Jake would be occur weekly - scheduled for every Tuesday at 6 p.m. On the thirtieth day, Jake could come pick me up himself. No further contact after that would be required.

Jake set the papers down and rubbed his face. “It’s written like a damn business deal. Safe words, exit rights, everything spelled out. But it’s still you… with him.”

I took his hands in mine. My voice was soft but steady. “I know. I hate this. But we both know we’re drowning. Tyler is getting worse every week. If we say no tonight, what are we choosing? More months of watching him fade while we lose everything? This is horrible, but it’s also the only door open right now.”

We talked until the sky lightened. We got angry again, then sad, then hopeful once more. We tried to frame it as a business decision… thirty days of my life for Tyler’s future and our family’s survival. It still felt like tearing something precious apart.

As the morning sun crept through the kitchen window, I turned to Jake and cupped his face. His eyes were red-rimmed. Mine were too.

“I need you to hear me,” I whispered. “I will be true to you. In my heart, every single day, I will be yours. I love you more than anything in this world. Nothing that happens there will touch what we have. I vow to you right now: I will never say or do anything that takes away from our love or our marriage. Not one word, not one moment. When I come home, I will still be your Emily. Your wife. Your best friend. This is thirty days. Our life together is forever.”

Jake’s eyes filled with tears. He pulled me close and kissed me fiercely, the kind of kiss that carried fear and love and desperation all at once. “I hate this,” he said against my lips. “But I love you. And I love Tyler. If we’re doing this, we do it together. No secrets. We decide as a team.” I nodded, forehead pressed to his. “Together. Always.”

We read the contract one more time. I made sure Jake understood every clause, that I truly had an exit at any moment, even if it meant walking away from the money. He asked me again if I was sure. I asked him the same. We sat with the decision in the quiet morning light, holding each other, letting the finality settle over us.

Then I picked up the pen.

I signed my name on the line, my hand only trembling a little. Jake signed as witness. We sealed the copies and placed them back in the envelope. I set it on the table by the door where the car would come for me that evening.

We spent the rest of the day in each other’s arms… crying, talking, making love with a tenderness that felt almost sacred. We whispered memories and future dreams. We reminded each other why we were doing this. When the clock edged toward evening, Jake helped me pack a small bag with a few personal things I wanted to bring, though the contract said everything would be provided.

As the sun began to set, we stood by the window holding each other tightly. The car would arrive soon.

“I’ll be counting the days,” Jake said, voice thick. “Every Friday at six. And on day thirty, I’m coming to get my wife.”

I kissed him softly. “I’ll be waiting. I love you.”
The headlights appeared at the curb. My stomach twisted, but I lifted my chin. We had made this choice together. For Tyler. For our future. For the life we refused to let slip away.

I picked up the envelope and walked toward the door, Jake’s hand in mine until the very last second. I got inside the car and looked at Jake as he closed the door. He looked like a part of him died inside and I started to sob as the car sped away.

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She looked at me with those wide, hungry eyes after she said she didn’t want to stop feeling this way. The air in the room felt thick. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it.

Mrs. Thompson glanced down at the obvious tent in my shorts again, then back up at my face. Her cheeks were bright red.

“I’ve been so bad, Alex…...” she whispered. “During this whole trip, every time you looked at me, every time you smiled or listened to me talk about my day…...I got wet. I had to squeeze my thighs together at the beach when you put sunscreen on my back. I felt disgusting…....but I couldn’t stop it”

She slowly placed her hand on my thigh, her fingers gently squeezing. The warmth of her palm made my cock twitch.

“I even touched myself in the shower yesterday......” she confessed, her voice shaking. “I kept thinking about you seeing me naked that day......and then seeing you jerking off to my picture. I came so fast it embarrassed me”

Her hand slid higher up my thigh, dangerously close to my throbbing dick.

“Can I see it?” she asked softly, almost shy. “I want to see what I did to you”

I didn’t even hesitate. I pulled my blanket down, letting my hard cock spring free. It was rock hard and leaking precum. Mrs. Thompson’s eyes widened and she let out a soft, shaky breath.

“Oh God.......” she murmured, staring at it. “It’s so hard because of me.....”

Her fingers moved slowly, almost like she was scared, until they wrapped around the base of my cock. The feeling of her soft, warm hand made me groan quietly. She gave it one slow, gentle stroke, her thumb brushing over the head and spreading the precum.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this” she whispered, still stroking me slowly, almost lovingly. “You’re my son’s best friend..... but I’ve never felt this turned on in my life”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my neck as her hand kept moving in long, teasing strokes. I could smell her shampoo and the faint scent of her arousal. My hand moved on its own and rested on her thigh, slowly sliding under the hem of her sundress. Her skin was smooth and hot.

Just as my fingers brushed against her panties, we both froze.

We heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway, followed by Mike’s loud laugh and Mr. Thompson’s voice saying something about grabbing more beers from the room

Mrs. Thompson’s eyes went wide with panic. She quickly pulled her hand off my cock, and I yanked my blnketvback up. Her face was flushed deep red, her nipples visibly hard through her thin dress.

“Oh fuck…..” she breathed, standing up quickly. “We can’t get caught like this”

She looked at me one last time, her eyes still full of lust and fear, then hurried toward the door. Before she left, she turned back and whisperedd “We’ll talk later…...okay?”

Then she slipped out of my room, leaving me sitting there with a painfully hard dick and my mind spinning.

It was early February in Cambridge where Emily was a first-year law student at Harvard University. Central to that year was her course in "torts." She had managed a 4.0 for her first semester but felt she was way behind most of the students.

On this particular day, her professor, Henry Walton, picked her to ask about a case where she needed to have legal precedents as a part of her answer to his question. She started her answer by saying, "Umm, ummm . . . " not because she did not know the answer but because she was gathering her thoughts.

"We are waiting for Ms. Connolly. You are standing and generally when a student stands, she gives an answer." Prof. Walton could be quite sarcastic, but this was not at all unusual in law school. Her thoughts collected, she gave an absolutely perfect answer with proper quotes from the law.

As class was ending, Prof. Walton called out, "Ms. Connolly, would you mind stopping by my office this afternoon. I think we need to talk."

"Yes sir," she answered and immediately went into her worry mode. It was only 11AM which meant she had five hours before her appointment. One of her classmates, Georgia, stopped by at about one. Georgia did not even know on Emily's door but simply barged in as she always did.

"Wassup girl?" Georgia asked. Georgia was her best friend in law school and the two of them plus three men were part of a study group. Georgia was always there for her and seemed to be able to read her mind.

"Oh Georgia," Emily whined, "he hates me!"

"Who hates you?"

"Prof. Walton, of course."

"Oh honey, he does not hate you. You are one of his best students."

"But he called me to his office today. What could he want? Maybe he thinks I'm a bad student."

"Absolutely no one thinks you are a bad student."

"Well, what should I do?"

"Girl, if I were you, and looked like you, I would arrive there looking like the sexy creature you are!"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, get out of those baggy, crummy looking clothes you always wear. Put on a top that fits snug to you and will show those big tits of yours. Also, wear dress. You do have a dress, don't you?"

"Well of course I do."

"Okay, get into them now!"

"Here? In front of you?"

"Oh honey, we do have the same girl parts you know. We're friends. Come on!"

"Okay," Emily said in a resigned voice.

First she got out several costumes to show Georgia, letting Georgia tell her what to wear. At that point Emily got undressed in front of Georgia and started to put on her clothes when Georgia stopped her and said, "Tell me you are NOT going to wear that bra?"

"Why not? I think it looks good."

Georgia search through Emily's dresser until she found exactly what she was hoping for. She held out a bra and said, "What are you saving this for?"

"But it's just a half-cup!"

"Perfect. Now get that old thing off and put this on."

Emily's large breasts came into view and when Georgia got a good look at them she said, "Lordy lordy. Why on earth would you ever want to hide those." And without asking, Georgia stepped towards Emily and felt her breasts. Emily was shocked and frozen in place. No woman had ever touch her there! But she had to admit, she didn't feel put off but this advance. Emily pushed Georgia's hands away without saying a word and put on her bra. Then should put on the rest of her clothing and looked into a floor mirror.

"I look like a two-dollar hooah, as my grandmother would say."

"That was then and this is now. Whatever the professor has in mind, this will definitely turn it in your favor."

Before she left, Georgia stripped down naked and tried on one of Emily's other costumes. Emily had never seen another woman naked. She was quite drawn to the perfect ebony skin of Georgia.

Right at 4PM, Emily knocked on Prof. Walton's door and heard him say to come in. Emily had a winter coat on, the type you would wear when going out on a date. As she closed the door behind her, and with Georgia's suggestion, she slowly removed the coat facing Prof. Walton and bringing into view her large breasts with a lot of cleavage showing plus her long legs, Emily stood 5' 9". He long reddish-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders.

"Are you going out after this?" He asked.

"No. I am just here as you requested."

Contrary to all of Emily's negative thoughts prior to the meeting, Prof. Walton praised her work but had noticed her reticence every time he asked her a question. He assured her that she was the top student in his class. Unconsciously, Emily slowly leaned forward as he spoke to her, revealing more cleavage. Prof. Walton did not miss this.

Prof. Walton was the heartthrob of every 1st year female student, and Emily was no different in this way. He said to her, "Emily, I hope I am not out of line here when I say to you, do you know that your are truly gorgeous? I would love to kiss you right now."

Emily's mouth moved before her mind considered her thought and said, "So why don't you?" Now that was totally out of character for her.

Prof. Walton came around his desk, pulled Emily into his body and gave her a long passionate kiss. Emily had never been kissed so well that she leaned into his kiss. She felt his hand moving to her breasts but for some reason, even though her mind said otherwise, she did not stop him. In fact, his gentle squeezing of her breasts made her feel weak kneed. He broke the kiss for a moment, went behind her, and turned the lock on the office door.

The next thing she knew, he was attempting to pull her top over her head. She pushed his hands aways and pulled it over herself. She noted that her nipples were showing and what he could easily see were her hard nipples. She was entirely turned on. Something went between them and the both began to undress. Once naked, Emily noticed his cock was fully erect and even though he was not all that long, she guessed five inches, he was very thick.

Their hands were all over each other’s body. Emily had found a passion in her that she did not know existed. She could not resist his cock and got down on her knees to touch it. Prior she had never particular liked having a cock in her mouth, but she always did it to please her partner. This time she gently took it in her hand and stroked it a few times before she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She could taste his pre-cum and really liked it. That also was something new for her. Then she slowly pushed it into her mouth trying to get the whole thing down her throat, which she did finding that her old gag reflex had disappeared. Her mind was spinning a bit at all the new things that were happening.

"I know this is not the best of places," he knelt next to Emily and lowered her to the floor, "but this is the only place we can do this in this office, as you see."

Emily said nothing, simply smiling at his face and allowed herself to be on the floor, excitedly waiting for his big cock to enter her. Prof. Walton started by licking her pussy and sucking her clit. As he was doing this, he also stuck a single finger inside her. Emily felt it certain that she would have an orgasm withing a few seconds. But then her kissed his way up her body only stopping to suckle on each of her nipples. When he finally got to her lips and started kiss her again, she could feel him slowly entering her.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Emily said over and over as he entered her. His cock fully inside her, she felt the biggest cock inside her pussy that she had ever experienced. He slowly fucked her for about a minute when he suddenly start banging his cock into her as hard as he could. Emily could no long control herself and it was only moments before she started saying, "I'm going to cum!" Over and over she said it as her pussy gripped his big cock. And as she orgasmed, she could feel him explode inside her. She could not believe the amount of cum he was pumping into her and she loved every second of it.

When they finished, she first said, "Oh my god! That was the best fucking I have ever had!" But then she said something very curious. "But what is your wife going to say about this?"

“Alex…....about what I saw earlier” she started, her voice low and soft. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

My heart was hammering. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, still butt nakedd. I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded.

She walked over and sat right next to me on the bed. Closenough that I could smell her coconut body lotion

“I didn’t expect to see you like that…..touching yourself while looking at my picture” she whispered. Her cheeks were flushed. “It shocked me. But…..it also did something to me”

She took a deep breath and looked down at her hands.

“Things haven’t been great with Mr. Thompson for a while. He’s always so busy with work. Even on this trip, the only time he’s not on his phone is when he’s at the bar drinking or hanging out with his buddies. I feel invisible most days. Like I’m just here to keep everything running and look good for pictures.....”

Her voice cracked a little.

“But with you…..it’s different. You actually listen when I talk. You look at me like I matter. Like every word I say is important. I haven’t felt that in years, Alex. And it turns me on so much more than I want to admit”

She shifted closer, her thigh now lightly pressing against mine.

“Every time we talked on this trip…..every time you paid attention to me, asked me questions, laughed at my stories…...I’d---I'd get....... wet. Like actually soaking wet. I’d have to excuse myself sometimes just to calm down”

I swallowed hard, my cock already starting to throb again.

Mrs. Thompson bit her lip, looking embarrassed but continuing anyway.

“Last night…...and the night before…...I practically begged Mr. Thompson for sex. I was so horny because of you. I kept thinking about you while he was on top of me. I felt so guilty…..but I couldn’t stop. I came harder than I have in months just imagining it was you”

She finally looked me in the eyes. Her gaze was vulnerable, needy, and full of lustt

“I know this is wrong. You’re my son’s best friend. You’re so much younger than me…...but I can’t help it. Being around you makes me feel desired again. Wanted, Alive.....”

The room was silent except for our breathing. Her hand was resting on the bed right next to my leg, trembling slightly.

I wanted to touch her so badly, but I held back, letting the tension build.

“What are we going to do, Mrs. Thompson?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

She gave me a small, shy smile, her eyes dropping to the obvious bulge in my shorts for a moment before looking back up.

“I don’t know yet, Alex…....but I.....I think we should------”

Last Saturday my husband & I had been for a morning walk along the foreshore. Afterwards we stopped for breakfast at a waterside cafe & were seated at an outdoor table. We had our coffees & were browsing through the menu to order some food. It suddenly got very busy, people were queuing up next to us also waiting to be seated.

As I ordered our meals from the QR code on the table I’d noticed how my husband was constantly looking around the place.

From behind my sunglasses I knew exactly what was looking at, he’d surely be checking out all the women wearing their tight fitted , cheek hugging yoga pants. Hubby has always been an ass man so I knew he’d be paying particular attention to all the women that wear the latest style of pants with the centre seam snugly fitting between their bum cheeks.

He certainly loves it when I wear them because he’s always squeezing & caressing my butt cheeks every chance he gets.

I discreetly put my left hand under the table gently stroked my fingertips along his inner thigh. Hubby looked at me as I smiled back. I then placed my hand on the front of his shorts, resting gently over the bulge of his cock. I squeezed lightly before lightly massaging his knob. I suddenly realised that he was actually going commando.

I glanced down & saw that we were actually concealed by the table cloth hanging off the edge of the table. I smiled again as I looked at him, stroking my fingers along his full length and he spread his legs. I moved my fingers downward to the crotch of his little nylon shorts. Working it aside allowed his semi hard cock to spring out & dangle free into the cool morning air.

Hubby looked at me somewhat stunned. I just looked at him, teasing him by scraping my long fingernail across the tip of his cockhead. I then gently pulled back his foreskin & he was as hard as a rock in about 2 seconds flat. Holding his large dick I deliberately teased him some more, now circling my thumb around the rim of his fat swollen knob.

I paused for a moment as i noticed movement next to me as the queue of people slowly shuffled forward.

Now there was two different people standing right next to our table. This time it was two women.

I continued to gently massage hubby’s cock as I watched him check out the women at our side. I looked myself & noticed that they had similar features and looked very similar, as if they were mother & daughter.
The older woman turned to her right slightly & now faced away from us, but her ass was literally 2 inches away from the tip of my shoulder.
I could almost lean out lick her butt cheeks.

I inhaled, her perfume was subtle but smelled nice & sweet & fresh. She wore a white racer back singlet with a white sports bra underneath. Her long blonde hair gathered together into a ponytail & poking out thru the rear clasp of her a pink baseball cap.
My eyes tracked downwards & I stared at her buttocks. I could clearly make out the outline of the knickers she was wearing. They had a thick waistband & outer edge seem which was prominently noticeable through the thin stretchy material of her tight pink Lycra shorts. I saw that they were a cheeky cut style, and the edge seem cut harshly into her flesh of her peachy buttocks.

My eyes tracked along her knickers as they curved across about halfway up her cheeks. I followed it inward to where the two sides joined together & then disappeared deep down into the cleft of her bumcrack.

I glanced at my husband & could easily picture what he was thinking too., he wanted to reach out & squeeze her butt.

The younger woman of the two was standing to the side of my husband & facing us, looking towards our table. From behind her baseball cap and sunglasses I observed her facial features. The young lady looked to be about 19 or 20, with flawless & unblemished skin.
She was tall & had shoulder length blonde hair & was quite tanned, with muscular shoulders & thighs, a square jawline & had a discreet stud piercing in her left nostril.

She was wearing a fitted white t-shirt and black gym shorts. The more I secretly studied her, the more I noticed what she was actually revealing.

Although she was only small breasted ,it was quite obvious that she was going braless, evident by her pointy nipples jutting out into her thin cotton material of her t-shirt & noticing the extra little bumps on either side I could also make out that both of her nipples were pierced.

The stretchy cotton material of her little black shorts was also very thin. Looking at the way they sat, so delicately & perfectly moulded over the mound of her tight little pussy was incredible. They formed so neatly to the curves of her puffy little lips. From the details I could see it appeared that the young blonde was without any knickers on either.

Both woman casually talked to each other as we glanced back & forth, peering to the edge of our table, I was constantly looking down at her beautiful little camel toe. Her little pussy slit looked so yummy & delicious. Her lips tucked inward & we could even make out the bulge of her clit at the top. I soo wanted to reach out & gently stroke her with my finger.

I saw that hubby was looking at her too, & knowing he fantasises about fucking sexy young women, I definitely pictured what he wanted to do to the sexy little woman.

I thought about how he would have his way with her.
He’d first caress and squeeze her ass, then probably flick & tease her pokey nipples thru her shirt. He’d then pull off her shorts, squat down & lift her ankle onto his shoulder. Then he’d pull her to him so he could lick her out, burying his tongue between her presumably bald lips to get a taste of her sweet young pussy. He’d then bend her over forward, grab a handful of her hair while forcing her face into the scrunched up tablecloth. Hubby wouldn’t care , he’d simply push his big thick cock in from behind & fuck the living soul out of her right there in the cafe

Hubby broke his glance & took a sip of his coffee. Casually looking around the cafe, before looking back at me, he smiled then looked back at the sexy young woman standing right next to us.

I teasingly stroked the full length of hubby’s cock, once again circling my thumb around the rim of big his swollen knob. Soon enough I was feeling the pre-cum slowly ooze from the slit of his cockhead, I knew hubby was worked up & wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.

I pulsated my hand muscles tightly around the thick shaft of his dick, while tickling & stroking his frenulum with the nail of my forefinger.

Suddenly he gasped, then tried to cover it with a little cough.

I knew by the look on his face he wanted to groan, but he had to refrain given he couldn’t.

His dick retracted violently, & pulled back in my hand. I felt it twitching then swell as he erupted. His dick spasmed & pulsated beneath the firm grip of my hand & a few big wads of cum spurted out from his cockhead, making me jump slightly as they each landed on my leg.

His cum was warm & gooey as I felt it running down over my left knee before dribbling down the top of my shin. I jumped suddenly as I felt a big dollop drop onto the top of my foot.

I looked around thankful that nobody had noticed. I saw one of the young waitress’s squeezing between patrons & walking towards us with two plates of food. I pulled back harshly on hubby’s foreskin & again scratched at his sensitive frenulum under his knob with my long fingernail.

I smiled & thanked the young teen waitress & she responded cheerfully, as she placed the plates on our table. I continued to massage hubby’s cock.

“My pleasure, I hope you enjoy your breakfast”. Just as hubby ejected another big big wad of cum into my fingers.

“Thank-you. Im sure we will, it looks delicious” I replied
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After releasing his dick from the grip of my hand I slowly brought my arm out from under the table & I felt like such a dirty slut as I discreetly licked his warm sticky cum from my fingers.

As I sipped my coffee I could still feel hubby’s cum dribbling down over my knee.

We casually our breakfast and then chatted for a while then left a short time later & returned to the car.

Fortunately we had parked in a corner against a thick garden hedge, but I don’t think hubby would have cared either way, because as soon as we arrived he had opened the passenger door & pushed me forward with my face planted into the seat. My loose cotton skirt was bunched up around my hips & had a fist full of my hair with his dick balls deep into my slimy pussy.

Without hesitation he was ploughing me hard & fast from behind.
Hubby only lasted about 20 pumps before holding himself deep & blasting what was left of his load inside me.

We drove home, spent, I was literally a dripping mess & we spent the rest of the weekend fucking like horny teenagers.

My husband Mark & I were at my sister Jasmine’s house for an evening bbq dinner. Her husband Kurt was on his way home from work & due to arrive at any minute.

We offered to help, but Jasmine was adamant that she didn’t need a hand with the dinner prep just yet, so she told us to sit down, get comfortable on the couch & enjoy our drinks .

The lounge faced away from the kitchen & out into the open plan living area. Mark was sitting sideways, leaning back against the armrest & I was curled up on my side between his legs, completely hidden from view of the kitchen by the high padded backrest.

Mark was gently rubbing my ass, caressing & squeezing my cheeks through my thin stretchy leggings.
Suddenly there was all this noise & commotion coming from the kitchen.

“Ooh for Fucks sake!” Jasmine yelled.

“Are you ok in there?” I yelled back.

“Yeah, it’s just all the bloody Tupperware bowls falling out of the cupboard.” She replied.

Mark sat up to look in the kitchen, he saw Jasmine squatting in-front of the big storage cupboard. She was wearing a light grey knitted sleeveless top & thin white cargo style pants with an elastic waistband.

As she squatted the waistband of her pants had crept downward & now exposed the top third of her buttocks. As Jasmine shifted around completely distracted, & concentrating on picking up all the bits & pieces she seemed to be totally unaware exactly she was actually revealing.

Mark had an unobstructed view of the lily white tan lines & dark contrast of the “whale tail” from the black elastic straps of her tiny g-string knickers protruding upwards from the crease of her bumcrack & gently curving around her slender hips.

Hubby immediately got a hard-on & reached down to adjust himself. He popped his rock hard dick out the leg hole of his shorts, & it was now sticking straight up in-front of my face .

I turned & looked up at him wide eyed with a “WTF are you doing“ look on my face .
Mark looked back at me. He just stared into my eyes, then firmly grabbed the knot of my ponytail & shoved my head downward so my lips touched his cockhead.

His powerful arm was way too much for me, giving me no alternative option as he forcefully pushed my head further downward. He just made me take his big smooth knob into my mouth, continuing to push down until all of his long shaven cock inside me.

My lower lip & tongue touching his bald shaven balls & his knob sat buried deep down my throat.

Mark leaned over put his beer on the side table & cupped my ass with his now free hand. Once again he squeezed my cheeks, though a lot firmer this time. He then tracked his fingertips downward following the along the central seem to where it nestled snugly in the cleft of my bumcrack.

Mark pressed his fingers hard onto the flared head my buttplug & wriggled it in circles, which me to shudder. I realised I was still holding my wine glass & tried not to spill any.

Mark was still firmly holding my head by the knot of my ponytail & he started to thrust back & forth, forcing himself in & out. I couldn’t move as he literally fucked my mouth.

Mark jerked his arm more violently & vigorously bobbed my head up & down , all the while still staring at my sister’s ass.
He was mesmerised & hadn’t taken his eyes off her as she shifted around before his eyes.

Jasmine now on her hands & knees & picking up all the little containers & lids. Mark could see between her upper thighs, observing the rounded bulge of pussy lips.
Jasmine then she shifted, swapping her arms over & leaning onto her other hand. Mark stared with surprise as her knitted top plunged down, gaping open & hanging freely from her chest.

Mark stared at the bottom curve of her little braless boobs jiggling around in the soft shadows beneath her top, just able to make out the points of her pokey nipples.

Jasmine still unaware of the intimate secrets she was revealing not more than 10 meters away from us. And the whole time Mark didn’t stop fucking himself with my head.

“Are you sure you don’t need a hand with anything?” Mark asked casually. His rigid finger now circling around & deliberately teasing me by probing harshly underneath the flared base of my plug.

Jasmine turned and looked at Mark’s face peering over the backrest of the couch,
“ No I’m fine, thanks anyway. I just needed the salad bowls & of course everything else was jammed inside them .It’s all but done now.” Jasmine replied as she looked back , then shifted to one knee & stood up again.

Hubby’s cock twitched & he suddenly pushed my head down hard, holding himself deep down into my throat as he watched Jasmine walk back to the bench with all of her g-string & the top of her buttocks exposed.

She placed the bowls down & reaching around to her sides with her delicate little fingers, Mark watched her push in her thumbs & so casually re position the elastic straps of her knickers low on her hips & the hook into the waistband & pull up her pants.

Mark’s balls retracted, his hips lifted upwards & he erupted . One big glob went right down my throat & then spasms pulsed through his body & his hips twitched violently as he ejected every last spurt. Mark slowly lowered himself back downward onto the couch & filled my mouth with wads of his warm sticky cum.

At that intense moment the front door handle clunked. The front door burst open & Kurt stepped inside & slipped off his shoes.

“ Hi Guy’s”. Kurt said cheerfully as he put down his bag & entered the kitchen.
Mark watched Kurt give Jasmine a kiss, caressing her lower back, then sneaking in a pat & a discreet little squeeze on the ass.

“ Hi mate, How was work?” Mark asked. Pulling upwards on my ponytail as he lifted my face up from his now drained cock.

“Ooh you know how it is. Same old shit, different day, just glad the week is over. Where’s Leah? Is she hiding?” Kurt asked inquiringly.

I raised my hand & waved as I frantically had a big gulp of my wine to wash the thick goopy cum from my mouth & allow me to speak.

I sat up & looked over the backrest,

“ Yeah I’m here. Sorry, Mark jumped when you walked in & I just about choked on a mouthful of wine.”
I muttered, as my eyes were watering & I struggled for breath.

Marks cock now flaccid & tucked back away into his shorts he stood & walked over to Kurt shaking his hand. As I watched, them I realised it was the very same hand as he’d just used to play with my butthole.

I can’t believe he made me swallow his load while being so close to my sister, but strangely I love being his dirty little slut, always ready & willing to satisfy his filthy desires.

Later that same day, after I saw Mrs. Thompson in the shower, I went back to my room. I was still so horny. I lay on the bed and started thinking about her again. I pulled my blanket over me and started jerking my dick under it while looking at her photoo

Mrs. Thompson knocked on the door a few minutes later.

“Alex? Can I come in?” she asked.

I panicked. I tried to cover myself quickly.

“Y-yes” I said

She opened the door and saw me under the blanket. She thought I was hiding something.

“What are you hiding there, Alex?” she asked with a curious smile

I panicked even more.

“It’s just a photo of me when I was a kid” I said quickly

Mrs. Thompson got curious.

“Oh let me see how cute you are when you were a kid” she said and reached for the blanket.

I tried to stop her.

“Wait, Mrs. Thompson! Don’t!”

But she was faster. She pulled down the blanket.

She saw that I was butt naked. My dick was hard and visible. On my phone next to me was a photo of her from the beach

She froze.

“What’s…….this?” she said, her voice shocked.

I quickly tried to cover myself.

“Wait Mrs. Thompson! It’s not what it looks like! I can explain!”

Mrs. Thompson looked at me, then at the photo on my phone. Her face was red.

“I---I don’t know what to say…..I’m surprised…..” she said softly.

She stood there for a few seconds, looking at me. Then she walked out of the room without saying anything else.

I sat there, heart pounding, feeling embarrassed and scared. Did I just ruin everything? What if she tells Mike or Mr. Thompson? What if she never talks to me again?

The trip still had days left. I didn’t know what would happen next. I felt guilty but I also couldn’t stop thinking about how she looked when she saw me naked. Her eyes were wide but she didn’t look angry. She looked surprised and maybe a little curious.

I lay on the bed thinking about everything. My dick was still hard. I wanted to jerk off but I was too scared. I just waited and hoped she wouldn’t say anything to anyone.

Later that day, when Mike and Mr. Thompson were out, Mrs. Thompson came to my room again. She looked nervous.

“Alex…...about what I saw earlier” she said softly. “I didn’t expect that. I didn’t know you felt that way about me”

I didn’t know what to say. I just nodded.

She sat on the edge of the bed.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m not mad. It’s just… surprising. I’ve been feeling things too lately. Things I shouldn’t feel............”

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Chapter 2

With a few head-clearing breaths everyone settled into their places again, and Lyla steadied herself enough to shuffle and deal.

Kai came up short on the next hand, and lost his belt. He then dealt the following hand and lost again, but as he started to pull his shirt up to remove it Sammi asked him to wait, since her high hand let her state the dare. "The dare will involve you removing your shirt, so it'll come off all the same." Sammi asked Kai to sit in the center of the love seat, with both she and Lyla on either side. It was more than crowded and the girls were more or less sitting in Kai's lap, which by now included a growing hardness under his slacks.

"Here's what I want," Sammi explained. "I'm going to slowly peel his shirt off, Lyla, and you are going to explore a little as we go. I want you to lightly trace your fingers over his body as the shirt comes off—anywhere that's exposed, you need to touch. Feel the ripples of hard muscle under the soft skin, feel him squirm just a little as you trace your fingers over his chest." And with that she slowly—very slowly—started pulling his shirt up from the bottom. He had not competed in swimming in years but out of a concern over growing soft he worked out extensively and could still hold his own in the weight room, or on the track, or the pool. There was not an ounce of fat on him, and there was an enticing array of muscles in his abdomen. That was one of the benefits of swimming: tone, tone, and more tone.

Lyla didn't hold back on playing her hands over his skin as she was directed. After all she had no choice, right? She loved the feel of his body and the subtle undertone of his being "hers to play with" heightened the sense of excitement for her, and for Kai. Sammi relished every bit of stripping the shirt off of her lover, exposing his flat abs that descended smoothly towards a clear v-cut (which Sammi had seen up close many times, and the knowledge that she'd be seeing it again soon added to her already-substantial arousal) and casting the shirt aside she decided to raise the stakes a little higher. "One more part to the dare," she ventured and charged on before anyone had room to challenge the validity of a two-part dare, "I want you to do exactly what I do." With that she leaned in and gently kissed Kai's chest on the left side, just below his neck. Lyla did the same on the right side. "Good, now follow me..." and with that she moved her kisses down across his pecs, watching Lyla do the same, and feeling Kai tense up—in a good way—under their combined ministrations. "Feel his skin with your mouth," she directed as she went. "Kiss his chest—kiss his nipples, and feel how they harden against your lips. Lick them lightly..." and with Lyla echoing her every move she indulged herself in lingering there for a few minutes feeling the smooth skin of his chest against her face and the rough little nipple—now very hard—in her mouth, sucking gently.

For her part Lyla was happy to comply. She was still riding high from being touched, herself, and had wondered what it would be like to kiss a man in this way. She was not disappointed with the results: the ever-so-slightly salty taste of his skin, the rough, firm little nipple that was hers for the moment, and the way he twitched and jumped as she kissed and gently—very gently—nipped at him.

"Oh God, for someone new to all of this, you are..." ...twitch...squirm...."fucking good at it..." managed Kai, who was now entirely hard and very ready to help this evening move along. He found he enjoyed the feeling of Sammi taking charge and the kernel of an idea formed in his mind.

Sammi ended the dare by having Lyla kiss Kai slowly and thoroughly on the lips and moved in to do the same, gently nuzzling Lyla out of the way and very briefly sharing Kai's mouth with Lyla's as the transition took place. Again, these small hints of intimacy between the girls was not lost on the men. Kai filed that away for later, trusting Matteo would do the same. If the girls had experimented in that vein and wanted to share the fact, they would in their own time. Neither of the guys wanted to do anything to divert the stream of eroticism and intimacy that they were all being swept up in, at this point.

Matteo lost the next two rounds in a row, which cost him his socks. Lyla had the high hand in both cases, and although she intended to keep the dares tame, one of them went in an unexpected direction.

"The dare is to describe--honestly--one of your favorite sexual fantasies," she told Matteo.

Matteo looked at her for what seemed like a very long time before he answered "Honestly? To be part of a small group, where our collective goal is to please one of the women in the group." He paused again before saying "I'm being completely honest, and not tailoring this to fit what's happening tonight--I've thought about this for years. I want one of the women in the group to completely submit to being pleasured. It would start pretty much exactly like the dare of a few minutes ago: you, or someone like you, who might have never been really given the attention you deserve, lying in the midst of the rest of us. We would start slowly, but when the time was right we'd go much further. I don't know everyone's role, but I know I'd be the one between your legs, kissing my way up your inner thighs. Whether I went slowly or quickly would depend on your reactions, and your input. I'd go as fast or as slow as you'd want--whatever's best for you. The others would be kissing you in other places, by that point. Maybe kissing your neck, or kissing you deeply on the mouth. Maybe teasing your nipples with their fingers and their tongues. But like me, following your lead on what you want."

By this point all of the others were silent, listening intently to Matteo's words. "I'd play my fingers over your panties as my mouth got close to you, and try to sense: is she ready to feel me penetrate her? Does she want my finger, or fingers, in her already? More likely, I think, I'd stroke my fingers over your--that is, her--I'd stroke gently over the fabric of her panties, while slowly using my tongue to nuzzle the panties aside. I want to give her every possible sensation, and take time to hear and feel what moves her first. I hope she wouldn't rush this part, honestly, since I love sort of hovering with my mouth just a fraction of an inch from her, breathing in the amazing scent of her arousal and feeling the warmth of her before that first contact. But I don't want to torture her or make her wait, so if her hands are in my hair she can guide me. She can pull me in, when she's ready."

He paused briefly, watching them all looking at him, and said "Is that what you wanted to know? Is that enough?"

Sammi said "Lyla, it's your dare, but I vote that you let him keep going. No, that we make him keep going--I want to hear what he's going to do to us...I mean 'what he would do to this hypothetical lucky woman'!"

Lyla grinned and said "Oh definitely--I'm more than a little curious..."

"Well," Matteo continued, "As you can imagine, it would get more intense from there. I'd gently stroke the folds of her pussy with the tips of my fingers, while my tongue would start at the top of her. Then, if she responds, my tongue would sort of follow my fingers down the folds of her body, probing just a little to taste her warm wetness--I fucking love that taste--and then working my way back up, trying to sense whether being licked on the outer folds or a little more towards the inside is better for her. Chances are I'd settle my tongue over her clit and lick gently, while my fingers worked slowly deeper into her body, but soon I'd focus on a single finger sliding into her while I lick a little more intensely on her clit. Or not--again, following her lead is half the fun. Feeling her respond, listening for clues.

"Soon I'd have one finger in her, while the others brush and touch her outer folds and my tongue steadily licks and rubs against her clit. My mouth would be really wet, both from my own saliva and from her wetness, if I'm doing it right. I'd thrust slowly in and out with that finger, making sure to sort of curl my finger upwards at just the right point to stroke her g-spot. It's got a particular feel, which I absolutely love, and I'd like to think I could find just the right amount of pressure to put on it with each stroke."

"Jesus Christ," Sammi muttered, "I'm not sure how much more of this I can take!"

Matteo laughed gently, and said "Well, just like in the fantasy that Lyla asked me to describe, I can stop any time you want."

"Not quite yet," Lyla said, "although I see where Sammi is coming from...so to speak."

"Damn right--if I were allowed to touch myself while hearing this there'd definitely be some cumming involved!" Sammi offered.

"So anyway," Matteo shifted his tone just a little, "I'd keep advancing things as long as it was good for her. The others would sort of be in a supportive role. Kissing her, touching her, making her feel wanted and comfortable, but I'd be the one devouring her and showing her how much I love making her feel good. Maybe she'd lift her hips, hinting that she wants to be touched further back. Maybe she'd cum in a small way, but want me to keep going--or maybe she'd climax fully and want a break. I hope she'd give in, and lift her knees all the way towards her shoulders, or spread her legs wide open--however she's comfortable giving in and letting me have her until she's fully satisfied."

"Holy fuck!" Kai finally said, "Can we please get back to playing cards so that we can, um, move closer to things actually happening?" He laughed, "I've got ideas of my own, although I'm not sure I could articulate them quite so well!"

"Oh don't worry babe," Sammi said, and as she walked on her knees closer to Kai she reached her hand under her skirt. She let out a small gasp, as she made no effort to hide the fact that she'd just slid her finger into her own pussy. Pulling it out she took it straight to Kai's mouth, saying "I know you love that taste, too, and after hearing that I promise to let you have plenty of that tonight if you want it" as she slid her wet finger between Kai's lips. He sucked gently on her finger, using his tongue to get as much of her taste as he could, before she removed her finger and crawled the short distance back to her place.

Sammi shuffled and dealt the next round, and lost one of her tops with the low hand, leaving her wearing only a tight white tank top that made several things clear: she was not wearing a bra, she didn't need to wear a bra, and she was more than a little turned on. Her nipples showed through clearly and she made no move to hide behind crossed arms or any other ruse. When she lost her skirt in the next round she was actually glad—the exhibitionist in her was now fully awake, and she was more than ready for her own nudity as well as that of the others. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall away, revealing tiny white bikini panties that left no doubt as to whether she shaved—in fact, she was completely bare and had recently waxed. The dares were brief and simple, and she got the sense that everyone was trying to keep the game moving to get more skin exposed, leading to the more serious dares.

When the next hand was played and Lyla showed the low hand she hesitated for a moment and found herself blushing: wearing only a bra and panties, she was going to be the first to show real nudity. As she started to steel herself to take this step, Matteo—who'd been silent in the last few minutes—said "Wait! I have a rules question: the low hand loses a piece of clothes, but nothing was said about anyone giving away clothes, right?" And without waiting for an answer, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and with a shrug of his well-muscled shoulders he slipped out of his shirt and handed it to Lyla. "I'm giving you this, so now you can give it up and still be back where you started with two pieces of clothes."

A huge smile of relief spread over Lyla's face before her expression slid towards apprehension. "Are you sure?" she said. "That leaves you with only your jeans, and underwear."

"Actually...it's just jeans," he said, and paused while that sank in. "But that's okay—you ought not be the first to be completely undressed, anyway."

"Wow!" offered Sammi, "That's...huge...or I bet it is, and this way we're one step closer to finding out!" Secretly—although she suspected that Kai sensed how she felt—she was genuinely touched by his consideration for her friend, and she could tell that Lyla was as well.

Lyla stood and bent forward to hug Matteo fiercely whisper "Thank you" in his ear, and then before taking her seat again said "But I think it would be more fair if I did it like this..." as she pulled Matteo's shirt around her shoulders and buttoned it and then pulled her arms in from the sleeves. For a moment she was a tiny bundle of movement inside of Matteo's shirt (which was massive on her) until her arms popped back through the sleeves with her bra in one hand. "Now I'm still wearing two things, but I like it better this way." Handing her bra to Matteo she took her seat again and proceeded to roll up the sleeves on his white shirt about six times for each arm to keep from being completely swallowed in it.

Inside the shirt, she relished the feel of her bare skin and her hard nipples against the fabric of his shirt. She realized it was still warm from his skin, and his scent—a clean wonderful scent—lingered on it. She found herself wondering where the line was for her, tonight. Was there one? She truly didn't know, anymore.

It was Lyla's turn to deal, but Kai shuffled for her and volunteered to deal if the girls would make one more round of drinks. They obliged, which gave everyone a welcome opportunity to see more of Sammi in her thin cotton top and tiny bikini panties. Matteo's shirt was so long that it fell almost to Lyla's knees, so that she was completely covered up again. Much to the boy's chagrin. The girls returned with drinks, and in a move that was clearly pre-planned they both hugged the men from behind as they sat down their drinks, finishing with a kiss on their cheeks. As she moved back to her position Sammi reached over and took Lyla by the hand, briefly. Smiling at how this evening was progressing and how much she cared about her friend, she gave Lyla's hand a quick squeeze before letting go.

Pretty soon everyone settled in again, ready to proceed.

Kai had dealt during the break, and when the hand played out he was on the low end. With only his slacks left to lose he stood in front of Sammi and said "Would you like to do the honor?" She gladly complied, stripping his slacks off and revealing tight black sport-style underwear that did nothing to conceal the fact that he was rock hard. Before letting him sit down, she turned him around so that Lyla had a full frontal view and Sammi took her time roaming her hands over his torso from behind, intentionally nudging and touching his cock through the thin fabric of his shorts every time her hands came near him.

Both girls were down to two pieces of clothes, and both the guys down to one. As Kai slowly shuffled the cards he looked to all of the others, "In a hand or two, this is going to get serious...are you sure you want things to go this far?"

Sammi and Matteo immediate and simultaneously said "Yes!" drawing a laugh from everyone.

Lyla held Kai's gaze and said sincerely "Thank you for asking, and yes—I want things to go this far, and more. The suspense is killing me now...I want to see and do so much tonight. You've all been great to me, and I really, really appreciate it." She stood and moved to Sammi, hugging her tightly. She moved to Kai and kissed him, and then to Matteo and embraced him warmly "Thank you so much for the shirt—that was incredibly thoughtful of you." She held his face and kissed him firmly before settling back in her seat.

"Okay then," Kai said as he continued to shuffle. "I have a proposal."

"I think this should be the last hand. Look, we're clearly all going to be nude soon enough—or as nude as we choose—so we don't need to play this out. It could get awkward at some point. Instead, I think this should be a winner-takes-all hand: the high hand should get to direct the rest of us, at least for a while. If that person turns out to be a tyrant or unimaginative"—at which point Sammi playfully slapped him and said "There are no tyrants here, and if anyone is unimaginative I have enough ideas to keep us all busy for a long time. Deal them, lover."

Matteo and Lyla concurred, and Kai carefully dealt the last hand.

When cards were drawn, Kai had a pair of fives, Lyla had three Jacks, and Matteo had only a busted flush. But Sammi beamed as she laid down a full house, Aces over 10's. "A sign from the Gods of Cards, I think!" she said with a good natured-laugh. "All of you are hereby my playthings!"

Kai grinned and said "I've been there, and it's not a bad place to be..."

"I don't think you're going to mind very much," said Sammi, "but I think we first have to finish off the last bit of the game. Matteo...your pants, please?"

Grinning wryly, Matteo stood and without hesitation unbuttoned his fly and slid his jeans to the ground. His very full erection leaped out, but rather than sitting awkwardly he stood straight and still in a way that managed to be dignified. It helped that he was practically a perfect specimen of a man: well muscled, tan, and with a classic washboard stomach.

"Kai—you chose really, really well," said Sammi, "and I thank you for it, for this whole evening. This really is a fantasy of mine, and it's time we let this play all the way out."

"Lyla, are you okay?" she asked, and Lyla giggled in response.

Sammi said "I'll take that as a yes. And, I think you should get to just watch for a while, and enjoy yourself. Kai, I'm going to need you to strip out of those shorts—I want both of you guys naked please." Kai complied and revealed a substantial erection of his own, as well as full confirmation that his v-cut was everything Sammi remembered it to be.

"All sorts of things are going to happen now," said Sammi, "and I know almost exactly what I want first. Lyla, when we talked about this night you were really interested in the male orgasm—what it's like when it happens, how a man (other than the lame-ass version you've been with) sounds, how he moves. We are going to get that taken care of, right now—that is, I am going to take care of that, with one of these two...the only question is which one it will be.

"I want all three of you to draw one card, please."

Kai leaned forward, gathered the cards, and with a brief shuffle offered the deck to Lyla, who drew a seven. Matteo followed with a two, and after a moment's hesitation Kai slowly drew a card from the deck—a nine.

"Since Kai and Lyla were closer together, we'll pair them up at first," Sammi explained. "But only as observers," she quickly added. "Which means Matteo...You. Are. Mine."

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Directing Matteo to stand in front of the other two Sammi settled on her knees in front of him, ran her hands up the outside of Matteo's legs and with no hesitation trailed her fingers across his flat stomach, through his dark pubic hair and ever so lightly over his rock-hard erection.

In a soft, sultry tone she almost purred "One last chance to back out, if you need."

Matteo shook his head, to no one's surprise. The substantial drop of precum that glistened at the tip of his cock left no doubt how he felt about this.

Sammi leaned back for a moment and let her long auburn hair cascade down her back, savoring what she was about to do. Knowing her every move was being watched—and admired—by her audience was every bit as thrilling and arousing as she'd hoped it would be. She took her time with every move and savored the anticipation of the events to come.

She let her gaze wander over Matteo's long frame and drank in the sight of his naked body: swimmer's build, firm muscles from toes to head, topped off by an unruly swath of curly black hair above deep blue eyes.

Her gaze drifted to his erection—it was beautiful! And so hard. The precum at the tip had turned into a shiny wet trail down the frenulum. Sammi raised her eyes to Matteo's and when she caught his gaze she held steadily it as she leaned in and used the tip of her tongue to carefully lick the glistening liquid from the underside of his erection back to the tip. Matteo shuddered with pleasure and anticipation, and Sammi recognized Lyla's sharp intake of breath. Still holding Matteo's gaze with her own, she heard Kai whispering to Lyla. Listening closely she could only make out fragments, "....the most sensitive part of his cock... showed him that she wants to taste him...so erotic..." Knowing that Kai was helping Lyla through this not only warmed her heart, but further stoked her already overwhelming lust for what was happening. Still holding Matteo's gaze, Sammi breathed in his clean scent as she inched forward steadily as Matteo's throbbing cock met her lips and slid smoothly into her willing mouth. They moaned in unison as she lightly gripped his hips and lost herself in the feeling of his hard body in her touch and his stiff manhood filling her mouth.

She slowly, wetly, slid her mouth up and down his shaft, feeling the rough head slide over her tongue as she languished in the erotic feeling of power this gave her. She loved the sensations, and the wonderful contrast of his smooth wet skin over his amazingly hard member.

Pulling back slowly she paused just long enough to shoot a glance towards Lyla, and felt a warm rush of affection for Kai when she noted that he'd managed to carefully cradle Lyla in his arms without pressing his naked cock against her. They were both intently watching the show that Sammi and Matteo were providing. Sammi let herself focus on Matteo again and slid his huge erection wetly in and out of her mouth several times.

"Lyla, is this what you wanted to see?" she paused to ask, and immediately resumed sucking Matteo while she waited for the answer.

"Yes. Yes, thank you!" Lyla said, her voice husky, filled with lust and tinged with a nervous edge.

"Where do you want me to make him cum?" Sammi offered, as she licked and stroked Matteo steadily, making sure to squeeze just enough as her hand slipped over the rough ridge of his cockhead. "I am going to make him come," she says, "This is not a tease, and it isn't going to stop..." she interrupted herself to slide her mouth up and down his shaft a couple of times, "...until he cums. But where? In my mouth? Or on my face? I'll do it any way you want."

Lyla's head spun with the realization that she really was about to watch a man cum. She'd been present, technically, for that before, but she certainly didn't get to watch it happen, or enjoy the anticipation of it. She was so turned on by the idea that she was literally a little dizzy and took a slow, steadying breath while she formed her words. "I want to see him cum," she managed to say, "but I also want to see you take some in your mouth—you told me you usually like that. Can you do some of both? Can it work that way?" She blushed, thrilled to be able to ask these questions, and watch all of this happen.

"No problem, baby--I know just what you mean." She interrupted herself to slide Matteo's cock back in her mouth, sucking and pulling with her lips as Matteo moaned in pleasure. "I'm pretty sure there'll be plenty to go around when we get him there."

Matteo managed to grin through his ecstasy and gasped out "I don't think that's going to be a problem!"

"Good," says Sammi evenly, "then here's how it's going to be."

"Matteo," she explained, "I'm going to suck you...in...and out...of my mouth," she said, interrupting her words with the corresponding actions. "And when I am not sucking your hard cock, I'll be stroking it, pulling on you, making it good for you. Your job is to explain to Lyla how it feels, tell us what you are feeling, and what it makes you want. Having heard you describe what you like to do to a woman, earlier, I'm counting on you to not hold back."

Matteo's cock was glistening with the wetness from Sammi's mouth by now, and her own cheeks glistened wetly as she pressed his throbbing erection against her face, constantly stroking and caressing him with her hands, her cheeks, her lips...every way she could touch him.

Matteo, doing his best to keep his composure, gasped out "Mmmmm—the first thing this feels is incredibly good—great—almost indescribable."

Popping his cockhead in and out of her mouth, Sammi looked up at him. "Try," she urged, "try to describe it."

"Your touch is incredible—the slickness on my shaft is amazing, and you could touch me there forever and I'd probably be able to keep it under control. It's great, and less intense...oh, god....but when you take the tip into your mouth...uhhhh..." and words were lost to him, as she did as he described, sucking gently but firmly, running her tongue along the underside of the head.

Kai held Lyla, feeling her tremble with excitement, and tried to control his own desire. Watching Sam give in to this and totally lose herself in what she was doing was without doubt the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. Lyla had taken both of Kai's hands and pulled his arms more tightly around her. He couldn't avoid his erection pressing against the small of her back now, but she clearly wasn't avoiding it. Whether she was welcoming the feeling of his hard cock against her—and probably leaking precum of his own—or if she was just too focused on the intense action in front of them was hard to tell.

Looking back to Sammi, Kai saw that she'd paused her oral ministrations temporarily, and was tracing her fingers down to his now-dripping sack with one hand as she continued to stroke him with the other. She was saying "Matteo, like I said, I'm not going to stop, do you understand? You are going to cum for me...I'll know when—you'll tell me, in all sorts of ways—and when the time comes you have to try to hold still, still enough that I can guide you." And she was guiding him, in and out of her wet mouth, against her face, between her hands. "The first cum will be in my mouth—I want that, I want you that way. The second, though, will be on my face—we want Lyla to see it happen, and the third...there'll be at least three gushes of cum, won't there?" she asked as she hungrily sucked him as far into her mouth as she could take.

"Uhhhh-god—yes! Yes, there'll be that many—um, yes...."

"Good, because after a couple of shots where she can see it, I get the rest..." and now she wrapped her hand around his shaft and firmly guided his head into her mouth, increasing her pace as she sucked him steadily in and out of her lips.

Now she could give herself over to her own lust, and could lose herself in the wonderful act of making a man climax. She loved the whole process, and the inclusion of an audience was everything she'd always imagined it would be. Her body was burning with desire, and she gave herself over to it.

Pulling him into her mouth, she held him gently and wetly as she placed her fingertips on his naked hips. With gentle rhythmic pressure in her fingers and beseeching him with her eyes she encouraged him to thrust in her mouth, to fuck her in the mouth. Riding a wave of incredible tension between the desire to keep from hurting her with a primal urge to fuck her wet mouth, he gave in carefully and let his hips thrust forward and back in her warm wet mouth. Her moans of pleasure rivaled his and reassured him that his pace and range were fine, as Sammi's hands slid slowly down her own smooth abdomen and under the edge of her bikini panties. Her fingers lingered on the brink her own pussy, dripping with wetness that rivaled the saliva that was now running from her mouth onto Matteo's shaft as he continued to piston into Sammi's mouth. Teasing herself with her fingers she pushed aside the moist fabric of her panties to expose the open folds of her glistening labia to the cool air, writhing with pleasure at the feeling of Matteo in her mouth and her own arousal.

Slipping two fingers into the silky wetness of her own body she thrust in and out in time with Matteo's erection in her mouth, lost in the feeling and knowing this was only the beginning. Continuing to fuck herself with one hand, she wrapped the other around the base of Matteo's shaft and firmly stroked him as she increased the pressure and suction on the sizeable amount of cock that still protruded from her grip. Carefully sucking the flesh of her mouth against every inch of his cock head she squeezed and pulled steadily, firmly, and with an ever-increasing pace. She wanted him, wanted him to cum, and encouraged him to push and thrust harder and more quickly in her mouth. Totally enthralled by her touch and her willingness, Matteo moaned in ecstasy and rapidly pistonned his throbbing member in her willing mouth and hand as he rushed towards the point of no return.

Feeling him shaking, feeling him tense, she knew before he gasped out "Sammi...yes, now!" and with a groan she felt the first hot gush of cum burst into her mouth. Moving quickly she guided him out of her mouth and leaned her face back just in time to feel the second spurt splash hotly onto her cheek. Stroking him hard and fast, she felt his whole body convulse as a third gush poured more of his hot, thick ejaculate across the bridge of her nose. Dimly, she was aware of Lyla gasping as she guided his head back to her mouth in time to savor the last couple of surges—diminishing, but still substantial—on her tongue. Letting his massive load of warm cum run from her mouth, his wetness splashed down her chin and onto her neck, wonderfully drenching her thin cotton top all the way to her aching nipples. Finally withdrawing her fingers from her own body, she reached up and pulled Matteo to her and held him as his spasms subsided.

Matteo's legs gave out and he slowly lowered himself to the floor, gathering Sammi in his arms as he went. Indifferent to the slickness that covered her face, mouth, and her now-soaked top, he pulled her close to him as they settled onto the floor together. Sammi produced a hand towel from where she'd stashed it beneath the last blanket and wiped her face, but other that she made no attempt to clean up--preferring to relish the aftermath of making Matteo cum so hard, and so much.

Lyla and Kai held each other tightly, with Kai gently rocking Lyla. She was literally shaking a little, overwhelmed by what she'd just witnessed.

"That was...incredible," she breathed. "I had no idea how intense that was going to be. Oh my god—is that, is it always like that?"

"For me, it's never been like that," explained Matteo, "Kai, explain to me again why you're not begging this goddess to be yours forever?"

Sammi found herself more than a little moved by that suggestion, and quickly chose to steer the experience to more immediate topics. She quickly said "I'll take that as a compliment, and while I deny the 'goddess' part I admit to enjoying the power. And I am still in charge here, right?"

She knew just where she wanted this to go...

[to be continued]

She was watching him with deep intent. He was so lost, so not sure of himself. Yet he was such a beautiful boy, so beautiful indeed. He reminded her of herself, almost, beautiful. He looked so vulnerable, so innocent, so… Weak? No, he wasn't weak in that sense. He was tender, sweet, maybe gullible at most.

The boy had caught her attention some time ago. Perhaps about 8 months prior. He seemed almost angelic to her, and was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen. He was tall, slim, fit, very cute, and had a crown of wavy, dark hair. She would sometimes see him on her walks throughout town. His handsomeness was combined with an impressive artistic talent, a sophisticated mode of speech, and a brilliant sense of humor and personality. Sirene, the Empress, had come to be fascinated by his purity and sweetness. At one point, she had approached him. It was in a garden by the edge of the capital. It was unusual for the Empress to approach a subject or make conversation with one; however, she broke the norm this time and approached him. She learned his name, his sophistication, and his thoughts on her. She could see the surprise and awe in him, and how he was eyeing her beauty. Of course, it was not meant to be. Opportunity arose when, tragically, he was caught with another man. As she learned of this news, she made use of her authority and prevented his execution on her own terms. It was heartbreaking to learn he couldn’t love her, but she couldn’t risk losing him; the world needed beautiful things after all. On the condition she could save him, she would be able to have him, and would forge him into her own. If he “couldn’t” love her, then she would make him.

He was blindfolded in the room in front of her, patiently awaiting the arrival of anyone to ease his confusion. She continued examining him through the glass before opening the door and walking slowly into the room.
“Hello, boy,” she began. He trembled, still blindfolded. She continued toward him. She slowly lifted his chin and took off his blindfold. In an instant, he took in her beauty. Her face was alluring, her eyes were like diamonds. 
“I know, right?” she began, understanding his view of her.
“Em… Empress Sirene….” he replied, startled. She smiled while she peered into him. She wanted to see what was in his soul.
“You were supposed to be executed,” She continued.
“Yes, I know,” he said, almost begging her for something.
“Do you know why?” She asked rhetorically
“Yes, I… I was…” He trailed off.
“You were caught making love with another man, which is not allowed in the empire.” She continued. “But, oh, you are so beautiful, such a beautiful boy… I had to keep you!” She announced, cocking her head at him.
“What do you say to that, that I saved you?”
“T-Thank you, gr-great Empress, I am so grateful, I-I will do everything to make it up to you-”
She put her finger up to his face. “You will do much more than make it up to me, boy!” Sirene interrupted him, giggling.
“Under the provisions that allow you to stay alive, I own you.” She was very excited to express her power.
“Oh, uh…” he said, looking downwards. ‘W-what does that mean-” 
“Oh, it means quite a lot!” Sirene announced. “In return for keeping you alive, I am going to… Make you straight.”
He was confused. “What?” he asked. He spoke with hesitance and a bit of fear in his voice.
“You heard me, I'm going to make you love me, make you love me uncontrollably!” She laughed, clearly pleased with herself. He looked back in fear. 
A few moments passed. 
“Nothing to say? Hmmm, just be a good boy, and nothing bad will happen…” She looked at him smugly, both knowing full well he was at her mercy. Sirene looked at him more closely, to make sure he was… Fitting for her, to make sure he was a good enough man for her. 
She eyed him for a few moments. She held the leash around his neck and brought them intimately close.
“Tell me what you think”
“You’re…” He thought for a moment, while she stared back with a smile.
“Stunning.” He finished.
“And?”
“Beautiful?” he didn't seem to know what to say. Sirene put her hand on his thigh and veered close.
“You’re pretty cute. Adorable even. Now, part of being a good boy is that you love girls. Not boys. But that’s no problem; I'll have you craving me and my feminine perfection before you realize!” Sirene looked down on him. She waited before giving her first orders:
“Undress your shirt,” she ordered.
“Uh, what?” the boy asked foolishly.
Idiot, she thought.
“You understand my authority is second to totally and utterly supreme, yes?” The woman asked rhetorically.
He didn’t reply, merely looked down and began to slowly take off the shirt that he had been put in. When it was off, she began to examine.
“Quite nice. I like what I see.” Sirene knew she had something good on her hands.
She raised his arm to study the veins on his muscles, both arms, to make sure he was good enough for her. She fondled his triceps, then moved to his chest to check out his abs and pecs. She pressed on the muscles to test their strength.
“Very nice, though I think these could be worked out a bit more.” She said, pointing towards his pectoral muscles. The boy carried fear in his eyes. She liked that.
“Do you ever work out?” She asked.
“N-not often, I do find my body's… Health important, however.” The boy was terrified.
Sirene smiled lightly. 
“Ah, we’ll work on that. You’re fit, and very handsome, but still, you can be improved.”
She stroked down his body, pressing the visible veins when she had the chance. 
She reached the base of his torso before making another demand: 
“Take off the pants now.” She demanded. 
He hesitated but obeyed. Sure enough, the lean meat on the young man’s thighs was visible, and looked good to the empress. Once he pulled them off and laid them on the ground, she instinctively groped his inner thigh, caressing up and down, around his ass to tease him. 
“I love this smooth, tender meat you have on your bones. The skin is smooth.”
He was fearful, but alas, could do nothing but stand helpless as she fondled his youthful body.
“Yes… Nice and lean, just how I like my boys.” Her smile that grew as she spoke carried a level of narcissistic sadism. Sirene stood back, fully examining him. All that remained was light underwear on the boy.
She waved her hand. “Continue undressing.”
Oh god, the empress wants me naked in front of her. His eyes were wide with fear.
“That’s an order.”
The small “What?” that escaped him sent her laughing.
“Do it, you fucking cuck!”
Ever so timidly did the boy begin to remove his last garments. She smiled proudly as humiliation filled him. When it was off, she could see her slave in full. 
“Yes boy, that’s what I like to-” She cut herself off when she noticed his hard, erect cock. She smiled again. 
“So…” She began. “You are a gay boy… But you get fully erect when a woman makes you undress?”
He looked down, totally petrified, unsure how to respond. Sirene was so proud of herself. She grabbed his ass cheek and played with it a bit, knowing he was vulnerable to temptation. Her other hand fondled his inner thighs and ballsack. 
Pleasure was mounting in the boy's body, and he desperately craved more.

Her feminine body was perfect, almost angelic; she was just so smooth, he was stunned at her beauty. Her feminine hands were much better on his penis than any boy's. He started breathing heavily, and in time got hard.
“Good boy… I can feel the blood flowing into your cock.” She reached down to play with more of him, grasped his erection, and started going up and down his shaft. He let out a deep moan as her gentle hands played with his penis. The only word that escaped him was a low “yes…”
Sirene continued, “You will cum when I let you, not before, not after, understood?” She waited, but he didn’t reply quickly enough for her.
 “Understood?” She said with more inflection, grasping his dick hard. “Yes!” he gasped.
“Good,” she said. She was impressed with his clean-shaven cock, and dug her nails into the underpart of his cock, eliciting a response of a hard moan. “You like that?” She softly asked rhetorically, “Yes, i-it hurts so good!” He cried out. She began moving her nails around the tip and the underside of his cock, leading him to moan and shudder like crazy.
“You're a good boy. Maybe better than any other boy I’ve made love to.” 
“Thank you, thank you, Empress,” the boy eagerly replied.
She smiled and looked into his eyes. He was so desperate, almost fearful. But he deeply desired her. She found it alluring. She released his penis from her grasp.
“You know, you could’ve been dead today. But I saved you.” She stated.
 “Yes, I know, I know, Sirene.” His voice sounded weak. 
“Who do you have to thank? Who is the sole reason you are alive?” She taunted him.
“You… E-Empress.” He stuttered.
 “Say my name. What did I do for you?” She barked
“Empress Sirene saved me! She is why I’m alive!” He exclaimed. 
“Yes boy! And I can take that away anytime I want, so be good!” She laughed to herself. She was aroused by her own power. She grabbed his head. He was so beautiful, wavy, long black hair like hers, shorter though, and as dark as the night. An astute face and a sharp jawline, and eyes like diamond stars. His shoulders and chest were wide and structured. She kissed him, once. 
He felt so ashamed and blushed, “Thank you, Empress; you are so beautiful-”
“Oh yes, I am, boy; I’m the most beautiful Woman in the whole world.” Her pride alone was seductive. 
The two paused in a locked gaze for a moment.
“I am going to use your face as a toy.” She smiled and giggled.
He looked beguiled. “Y-Yes, empress”.
The silence in the room was terrifying to him. She grabbed him by his hair and shoved his head down, shoving his face onto her crotch.
“Eat. Eat, boy.” He was already very obedient, and he started eating and licking the fabric covering her vagina. She loved the feeling, and expressed it audibly. “Good boy! Very good boy,” giggling to herself. She held his head back and forced herself out of her robe. He gasped at her beauty. Even though he had loved boys earlier, he could see how beautiful she was; Her ass was round and firm, and came out a bit, giving her a nice curve. She was more muscular than he had anticipated, and her thighs looked delicious. But most of all was the pink flower in between her legs; it was beautiful, as if handcrafted by the gods, designed by angels. 
“Beg for me.” She ordered, holding his head by his hair. “Beg!”
“I- Empress, I love you!” He was so desperate, 
“Beg, adore me!” Sirene commanded. She could see milk on the tip of his dick. “Goddess… I want to obey! I want you to own me!” He was already totally under her spell.
“Goddess? Very good, I am Freya, Aphrodite after all.” She smirked. “Goddess of love, letting you make love to her…” She forced his head back on her flower, digging her nails into his neck to force him there. He instinctively began licking and kissing, even using his teeth to please her. Sirene found this very pleasurable, sounding her pleasure.
“Keep eating, don’t stop until I tell you!” She was loving her new servant's work. The sounds escaping her throat made him even more adamant about eating her flower. 
“Lick Harder!” she demanded. She shoved his face as hard onto her vagina as she could. The boy licked and moved his mouth as hard as he could, as fast as he could; his jaw was tired but there was no way out but through. The juices coming from her vagina were so delicious, it made him lick deeper into her. She was roaring with pleasure and desire, her eyes rolling back into her head from the pleasure. “Keep- Keep going!” she demanded. She was nearing climax, and he could feel it. She got louder and clearly more pleased, and finally, she screamed in pleasure as her body shook with an orgasm. An eruption of divine juices spurted from her vagina into the boy’s mouth. He licked and drank every last drop, eagerly.
“Oh my god… You are such a good slave!” She was impressed with his work. Sirene lifted her thumb to his mouth and made him suck. She could tell he liked it.
“Queer boy, sucking that like a cock…” She giggled. She left to get something, and returned with a rubber stick, as well as something else he couldn’t make out. He smiled.
“You're finally gonna take some cock” She said with a smirk. She found the entrance of his ass and slowly moved the toy in. He shuddered in pleasure, and in pain. She found his prostate, and started massaging it. He moaned. 
“Thank you Sirene…” He let out. She pounded his ass before sticking the toy all the way in. The pleasure and pain was great for the boy, and it made him weak and easy for her.
She turned the Vibrations on and he groaned loudly. She loved it.
“Keep moaning like that” She ordered “I love those noises.”
He reached for his cock to stroke it. Immediately, her appreciation of him turned to fury, and she slapped his hand hard. 
She grabbed his face. “Excuse me?” She demanded.
“Umph, I-I was simply-” he was interrupted with a hard slap.
“And you can’t call me by my name, you will call me Goddess or Mistress.”
“Yes- Oh, Ye- Oh, Oh! Yes goddess!” He struggled to get it out through the prostate pleasure. The vibrations were kept on while she disciplined him. 
“You are my slave boy now. I own you, you are nothing without me.” She told him with another slap. “Only me, your goddess, your savior, can give you pleasure. Not you, only your master.” She continued. 
He was afraid, and squirming in pleasure. “Do you understand?” She barked. “Yes! I do!” He replied hastily.
“Good”. She said, looking down at him. She grabbed the toy and continued toying with his ass, making him weaker.
“Make milk for me boy.” the Empress demanded. “I saw you were making some earlier, I want to milk you.” He was in fact horny enough that pre-cum was flowing in his urethra. She attached a balloon-like object to the tip of his tip, which started sucking his urethra. He moaned sharply, the sensation being foreign to him. She kept pleasuring his prostate and balls. The stimulation was overwhelming at this point.
“Those sounds are so hot…” She loved his moans. “Make milk” She ordered. She slapped his ballsack, and a liquid started draining out of his dick, as she intended. She loved the shape of his cock, she loved gay boy cock, and his was so soft and tender, but still rock hard, and a good size. “Good boy.” She said sharply. She threw him down and he writhed on the floor from pain-pleasure. He could feel himself being drained. The balloon filled up with a sticky liquid, and when it was about 2 thirds full she took it off. He shuddered. Goddess released him from the buttplug and stood over him.
“Good slave. You will make milk when I ask.” She told him. 
“Let me lay you the rules. Sit,” She said. He gathered himself into a sitting position as she continued:
“You will obey. Everything I say. You will do anything I ask you. You will cum only when I let you. You will accept any punishment I give you, no matter how cruel. You will submit to an existence dependent on me, as the ruler and owner of your reality, soul, heart, mind, and existence. You will beg for me, pleasure me, slave for me, and be ruled by me. You will not complain to me, disdain what I say, or disrespect me in any way. Do you understand?” She was firm. His darkest fantasies were coming to life.
“Do you understand!” She yelled impatiently.
 “Y-yes! Yes Empress, I will submit,” he responded. “Excellent”. She confirmed. She examined him for a bit, seeing how needy and weak she had made him. She walked to a counter beside them, and picked up an iron rod. “This is a 20 millimeter iron sound.” She said, astute as ever. The boy seemed to not know what she had. “Are you curious?” She asked, smiling. The boy spoke: “I do not know what that is, mistress..” He seemed uncertain. 
She laughed. “Oh, we are going to have a lot of fun…”
She started “A sound is a tube, used for properly controlling and dominating a boy's penis. Your penis is now owned by me, which I may use for pleasure, or for other reasons.” She smirked looking at him, proud of herself. 
“Rest over on that bar” Sirene ordered. He turned around and saw what she was talking about. He walked towards and laid against an ivory stand, with metal bars adjacent to it in all directions, forming a sort of cage.
His arms were firmly tied to the railing, his ankles tied down while both his penis and ass were left unprotected and easily accessible. She walked towards him while chuckling to herself.
 “You can’t run now,” she smirked. She took the moment to appreciate his naked body. It was so beautiful and strong. Slave’s body was vulnerable, with soft skin and a mind that was easy for her to mold. She knelt down in front of him and looked up at his cock. “Such a mighty shaft, eros.” Sirene began “I knew you were mine the moment I saw you…”
She pressed her lips and tongue to his cock. He shuddered in pleasure as soon as her lips touched his flesh. She pulled back to really look at his penis. She stared at the throbbing head and veiny shaft so intently, her thoughts enveloping her. Then in a move that surprised them both, she reached to the penis and bit down on the base of the head. They both liked it.
“Ohhhhh…!” he moaned out as the sensitive tip felt her sharp teeth.
 “See, I’m good to you” She said, “no need to fear”. Her tongue felt like heaven on his cock, the feeling of her soft mouth made him lose control. She kissed and licked it while he rolled his eyes into his head, before sucking on the head once.
Sirene absorbed his pleasure as she rested her mouth at the top of the tip.
“This is too good! I am not worthy!” Slave-boy was in great pleasure.
 She moved her soft, wet mouth down his thick shaft slowly and tightly. He was shaking as she reached the base. When she did, she bit down hard.
“Oh, Fuck! E-Empress?!” he dared ask. She quickly moved her mouth up off his shaft, teeth still biting sharply down to bring him great pleasure and pain. She popped off the head and looked up at him with drips of saliva down her face. He shuddered in pain and amazement at what he had just experienced.
“Good cock, boy. Tastes like real meat, good texture, smooth, vascular, and…” She trailed off. She moved to his face. 
“Clean me,” she commanded him. Slave moved his head to lick off the saliva and juice on her face. As he grazed her lips, she spat out the saliva and fluids into their kiss, with most of it going into his mouth.
“Swallow it up, boy. Clean up and swallow.” Her orders were sharp and clear. He slightly hesitated but lapped up the mess. Sirene stared back at him and ordered him back down.

She moved to the other side of his body to access his penis, where she began fitting the iron sound into him. The process was very painful, as the boy had never worn a sound before, and mistress carried a slight sadism in her doings, but in time the sound was surely attached to him. The boy groaned in raw agony, with little idea of what was to come. She spread the bars on which he was tied to disable him even more. He was at his most vulnerable now. Sirene waited, then began to speak.

“You know, men have been raping women for thousands of years,” She began slowly speaking to him.
“Girls against their will. They had no choice, and they were violated in horrible ways.” She continued. He flinched at the discomfort of the thought.
“Men created entire political systems, entire religions to hold women down.”
“Most can't imagine what it would feel like to be raped, the terror and fear of it,” Sirene continued, staring him down,
 “...But I think you have a pretty good understanding.” She tried to hold down the excesses of her smile. He didn't know how to feel about that.
“I think that's actually something we have in common.” Sirene looked back at him. He looked spooked. “You know? How does it feel? I want to know what the other humans feel when it happens.”
He thought for a moment, not entirely sure what to say.
“It feels immaculate to be raped by you.”
Sirene was taken aback by this response but regained herself quickly. She blushed.
“You are so sweet…” she spoke softly. Approaching his rear, she raised her hand and smacked down on his clean, slick ass cheek. He moaned a little from it.
She struck again, and again, and again, again and again.
“Cuck.” She called him. “Look at you, all weak and easy before me.”
She looked down and noticed a bit of fluid on the ground. She smiled and felt impressed with herself, but quickly put on a face of anger to scare her slave.
“Are you cumming when I spank you?” Sirene asked sternly.
“N-no…” The boy responded. On closer examination, she could see the drips of semen still on the tip of his dick.
She spanked again, quite hard this time, twice for good measure. Sure enough, more drops of boy-milk spurted out of his cock. He was so horny; being milked masterfully but never reaching release was pure euphoria for him.
“Hm.” She pronounced. “Just going to lie to me now? Switched gears on me?”
The boy had already realized the error in his wording and froze up with fear.
“Don’t think I’m going to let you cum.” Sirene dictated.
“In fact, I think it’s more fun, for both of us, if the process of coming for you is long and drawn out.”
“I-I’m so sorry empr-” The boy was cut off with a hard smack across the face.
Sirene looked stunned. “What is wrong with you? You don’t get to fucking apologize to me for messing up, you work to earn trust back.” He was still bound to the iron bars and slightly panicked, doing his best not to show his fear. She could see through it right away.
“Aww! You know, boys are adorable when they’re scared! Cute cute cute!” She exclaimed. “Show me your best scared-cuck face!”
Was that a serious order? He thought. He let his fear be visible and the empress smiled.
“Awwww… You’re so cute! But… I think it’s time we get back to your emasculation.”
She raised the iron bars which bound his hands up, bringing him upright and standing, though barely. She left the room and returned with a paddle, an old-fashioned one, tapping his ass from behind. She tapped it while she spoke: 
“What makes cock and boys so much better than my perfection?” 
It was a serious question, the woman genuine in her anger that the boy couldn’t be easily controlled with her voluptuous figure. Little did she know, he was in fact a lover of both men and women; though never having slept with a woman, he clearly saw her beauty.
“I don’t know…” He said after a moment.
She grabbed his curly dark hair and slammed his face with her knee.
“Repeat that, please?” She was so angry she did not get a response that glorified her.
“I was born this way, please understand, I don’t know why this happened either.”
She didn’t respond, but gave him a death stare, something she was good at.
She moved back to the rear, grabbed the old paddle she had and aimed it like a golf club, momentarily stopping to adjust the position of his legs to make his balls more accessible from his rear. Adjusting her swing a few times to build up momentum, she struck hard. It slapped his ass cheeks, and most importantly, his sack held behind his legs.
He let out a loud groan, screaming almost. 
“You cuck… You better not come from this!” The threat in her voice felt real.
She began adjusting another swing of her paddle, 
“Let’s see how far your balls fly!”
The strike was even worse this time, and he howled. His ass was red already; the tender skin struck hard. His dick was in pain he had never even thought was possible.
“You like that?” She was fully into her sadism now. 
It lasted some time, the “batting” of his rear. As it went on, tears swelled up in his eyes. This merely encouraged her to keep going. Sirene was extremely wet at this point, the tingling in her vagina overwhelming her. Should I? She thought. He didn’t deserve to penetrate her yet, but temptation for a strong cock inside of her was starting to get to her. The boy was quite beautiful, so handsome, and had a good body. For a man? He had a wonderful ass! She finally gave in.
“You are the luckiest man in the world. You know that?”
He had no idea why capture, rape, and violence made him lucky, but he was soon to understand.
Sirene adjusted the bars again, the cuffing too, to bring him down on his knees, his arms still held up. A good thrusting position. He was exhausted, wishing for this all to end. Sirene stood in front of him and began to dance and sway her body in front of him.
“Lucky, lucky is what you are! Men have died, killed, just to see me present myself like this.” She still had a light skirt on, covering her most attractive parts. She removed it while swaying hypnotically in front of him, making sure to tease him as much as possible before he was allowed to see her fully naked.
The flower that was now in front of him was immaculate. Large lips - looked like it was blooming as well as looking like it had been hand-crafted by angels. Her butt too, was curvy, round, and was a mix of muscle and fat that made it firm and strong. His face flushed at the sight of the world’s most powerful woman standing heavenly before him. 

She knelt her rear to where his cock was. She almost forgot! A condom on the boy to protect her. Returning quickly, she put one on him. He stared at the masterpiece in front of him. 
“Well?” She said. Liquid dripped out of her vagina. Her embarrassment swelled.
“Oops… Guess you can see that I’m lusting for you now…” She played it off with arrogance, but knew she had to have better self-control with her slave. He wanted to stroke himself so badly. She adjusted herself once more, bringing her ass to his penis, where she could finally test her slave’s cock.
“You’re going to do all the work, boy.” She ordered. Grabbing his cock from behind her to move it inside, she instructed further, “Thrust at the speed I tell you to, no more no less, and you will not stop until I’m satisfied. Try cumming, and you’re dead.” 
Once he was put inside of her, he obeyed. He didn’t know which speed to go at, so he started slowly. It was the best feeling he had ever been pleasured with.
“Faster, idiot.” She demanded. Still in agony, ass still red, he picked up the pace.
“Faster.” Sex was a game for her, something she had on demand and could refuse when she felt like it. If it wasn’t hard, rough, fast fucking, she didn’t want it. He was going faster now, and the pleasure started to kick in for her.
“Harder!” she called out. “And faster!” He didn’t know how fast she wanted it, maybe a speed too much for his condition right now. He picked up the pace again, his thighs getting a full workout.

(That's all I wrote)

I stood there frozen, watching Mrs. Thompson in the shower. She was using the showerhead on her pussy. The water was hitting her clit hard. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She looked so fucking hot.

My dick got rock hard instantly. I pulled my cock out and started jerking it fast while watching her. Her big tits were bouncing a little. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy looked swollen and wet from the water

She kept moving the showerhead and moaning softly. Her hips were moving against the stream.

“Oh alex....” she moaned

She was thinking about me. That made me stroke faster. I was so turned on.

She was getting closer. Her legs started shaking. She moaned louder.

“Fuckkkk.....” she said as she came hard. Her body shook and she leaned against the wall.

I was about to cum too but then Mrs. Thompson looked at the door. Fortunately I wasn't caught. I quickly hid and put my cock back in my shorts.

Mrs. Thompson then called out.

“Alex? are you there?”

I was about to answer but then I realized that if I answered, she might think I was watching her. So I decided to go to my bedroom, lay down on the bed and pretended to be tired while scrolling through my phone.

After just a few minutes, Mrs. Thompson knocked on the bedroom door and opened it while wearing a bathrobe.

“Oh…...hey Alex. You seem tired?"

I sat up on the bed.

“Yes mrs. thompson, the AC also helps on making me sleepy”

Mrs. Thompson then sat on the bed next to me and asked.

“Are you having fun?”

I tried to act normal.

“Y-yes…..of course. I love it here”

Mrs. Thompson then said.

“Sorry if Mike doesn't spend more time with you”

I answered while trying to avoid looking at her tits.

“That’s fine Mrs. Thompson, I love being here with you, at least you and I can talk about things in life you know"

Mrs. Thompson then hugged me.

My head was on her chest, perfectly seeing Mrs. Thompson's tits inside the robe.

She then said.

“Thank you”

I could feel her soft tits against my face. The robe was loose and I could see a lot of her cleavage. My dick started getting hard again. I tried to stay calm but it was hard.

She held the hug for a few seconds longer than normal. When she pulled away, she looked at me with a soft smile.

“You are such a sweet younh man, Alex” she said “I’m glad you came on this trip with us”

I swallowed hard.

“I’m glad too, Mrs. Thompson”

She stood up and adjusted her robe a little. But it still showed a lot. She walked out of the room but turned back at the door.

“Get some rest okay? We have another long day tomorrow”

She closed the door behind her.

I lay back on the bed. My heart was beating fast. My dick was hard again. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I saw in the shower and how her tits felt against my face.

The next day we all went to the beach again. The sun was hotter than the day before. Mrs. Thompson was wearing a new bikini. It looked really good on her. The top barely held her big tits and the bottom showed a lot of her ass. We spent the morning swimming and relaxing in the sun. Mike and Mr. Thompson were playing in the water with some other guests. Mrs. Thompson and I stayed closer to the shore.

At one point when we were in the water, she got close to me. The waves pushed us together. My hard dick accidentally pressed against her thigh. She froze for a second but then rubbed against it a little. She acted like it was nothing, but I saw her face turn red and her breathing change for a moment. She quickly moved away and smiled like nothing happened.

We got back to the villa earlier than Mr. Thompson and Mike. They said they would stay longer at the beach to drink with some new friends they met.

Mrs. Thompson went inside first. I followed a few minutes later. I went to my room to change my wet swim trunks. After I changed into dry clothes, I was about to go to the balcony to see if Mrs. Thompson was there. But she wasn't on the balcony.

Then I heard the sound of the shower from the bathroom.

I slowly walked closer to the bathroom door. The door was not fully closed. It was open just a little. I looked inside carefully.

Mrs. Thompson was in the shower. The water was running down her body. She was completely naked. She had one hand on the wall for support and the other hand was holding the showerhead. She was aiming the water directly at her pussy. The strong stream was hitting her clit. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open.

“Oh Alex…..” she moaned softly

She kept moving the showerhead on her pussy and moaned my name again.

“Oh Alex… yes…..right there”

Her hips were moving slowly against the water. Her big tits were wet and bouncing a little. Her nipples were hard. She looked so fucking hot. I could see her pussy clearly. It was swollen and wet.

I stood there frozen, watching her. My dick got rock hard instantly..........a

I pulled into the parking lot of my sister-in-law's dental office and looked at the name on the door.

Two Peaks Dental

Kourtney Madsen, D.D.S.

Kourtney was the younger sister of my wife, and had just moved back to Utah after graduating from dental school in Chicago. The name of her office was supposed to be a nod to the mountain peaks of Utah and the skyline of Chicago, although I don't know if anybody else knew that, outside of the family.

She had gotten lucky after moving back, finding another dentist who was retiring and taking over his office and clientele. Of course, my family and I had immediately started to go to her, although I had been having some trouble finding time to see her. After rescheduling a few appointments, she had finally just told me to come after hours, and she would do my cleaning.

I exited my car when I saw her coming to the door of her office to unlock it. She greeted me with a smile and said, "Hey Trent, how's it going?"

"I'm good, Kourtney, how about yourself? Thanks for doing this."

"Of course," she said, shutting and locking the door once I had entered. I had been in the office a few times, once to help move a desk she was using and once with my kids. She was still working on making it her own, but it looked just like any other dental office.

She asked about the kids as we walked to the back of the office, to where all the dental chairs and equipment were. With Kourtney walking in front of me, I looked down at her butt, covered by her scrubs, but still there, as I told her that the kids were good, but mad that I didn't bring them.

"Maybe I'll stop by your house when we're done here," she said, pointing at a chair for me to lie down in.

After lying down, I watched as Kourtney got to work. Six feet tall, with long legs, she had dark, sun-kissed skin, with an athletic build. Her dark brown, nearly black hair was pulled back into a braided ponytail. Even beneath the loose-fitting scrubs, it was obvious the athletic build she'd always had hadn't changed.

As she sat down and moved forward, telling me to open my mouth, I wondered at the woman she had become.

Kourtney was only fifteen when I started to date her sister, and had always amazed me at how she seemed to excel at everything. Running track in high school? State championship. Decorating your home? Call Kourtney. Needing help with a party? Kourtney. Going to college, including dental school, and graduating right after turning 30, all while working full time? Kourtney dominated it.

She had grown up Mormon but left the church pretty early in adulthood. She was pretty open and confident about her sex life, leading me to know the things she did as a youngster, when she lost her virginity, and a few of the things her husband and her had tried.

Kourtney and I also had a secret that nobody else knew about.

When she was eighteen, she moved to Idaho to be an in-home babysitter. She met her first long-term boyfriend there, lost her virginity, got fired from her job, and came back home a year later. She was coming over to talk to her sister after returning home, but she was gone for the night and I was the only one home.

I still remembered all the details of us sleeping together that night, although we hadn't talked about it in years. Our affair lasted about a year, sleeping together at least once a week. It only ended when she met the man who would eventually be her husband.

After she was done examining my teeth, she wanted to take an x-ray to have one on file, since this was my first visit as a patient. As she waited for the machine to warm up, she looked at her phone, got a furious look on her face, typed something out angrily, and slammed her phone back down on the counter.

"Everything OK?" I asked as I watched her.

"Oh yeah. Just great. Gary is just being stupid again."

Gary was her husband and, while I did like the guy, I thought that he was incredibly lazy. He was smart and could be a hard worker, but he wanted a job that would pay him over six figures while doing the bare amount possible. I mean, we all wanted that, but Gary would only work that type of job. As such, he had spent more time unemployed than he had with a job. For a woman as motivated as Kourtney was, it always amazed me that she put up with Gary.

"He still won't get a job. He's had some good offers but always counters, asking for more, and then is shocked when they tell him no," she explained as she put a shield on me and her to block the radiation.

"Seriously? Like, just take something," I said right before Kourtney put a block in my mouth for the x-ray.

"That's what I keep telling him. Be right back, don't move."

I held still as she took a step behind a wall and took the x-ray. As she came back around to move the block to the other side of my mouth, she said, "I actually made him mad the other day and that's what his text was about. I told him no more sex until he takes a job and works there for a month. He just asked if that meant blowjobs too and I told him yes."

My eyes went wide as she told me that. Kourtney loved sex, so for her to withhold that from him...and herself...I knew she was mad.

After she took the second x-ray, she took the block out of my mouth, offered me a drink of water, and hung up the shields as I drank the water. "You know, you can keep taking stuff off," I teased as she took off the shield she had on over her scrubs.

She laughed as she came back to sit down next to me and said, "Was that your hope? Is that why you kept rescheduling? Get me alone so I would strip for you?"

This kind of talk was nothing new for Kourtney and I. We had a unique knack for turning almost anything sexual, much to the horror of our family.

"Maybe. I can't imagine that scrub top is too comfortable after being in it all day."

Kourtney just laughed as she leaned over me, pulled a mask over her mouth, and started to clean my teeth. She got a few minutes into it before she sat up, put down the cleaning equipment she was using, and said, "You know what? You're right."

I looked over and watched as Kourtney took off her mask then reached for the bottom of her scrub top, and pulled it off, tossing it to a counter behind her. Underneath, she had on a tight-fitting, black tank top, which caught my attention as she put her mask back on and leaned forward.

"Don't throw up on me," she said, lighthearted, knowing where my eyes were looking.

"I might do something on you, but it won't be throw up," I teased.

"Hmm, guess I better hurry with this cleaning if that's on your mind."

I couldn't help but wonder just how serious she was and could feel myself already growing in my jeans at the thought of it.

I kept glancing at Kourtney's chest, a tiny amount of cleavage poking out from the top. My boner slowly went away, although the thoughts of what I wanted to do to her never did. I started to wonder just how much her body had changed since I had last been with her.

As Kourtney finished my teeth, she was telling me about a few issues she was worried about, then said, "I think that we can wait on all of those, but there is one we can take care of tonight."

"What's that?" I asked, still lying down.

Kourtney smirked as she took off her gloves, tossed them in the garbage, and moved one of her hands to my groin. I gasped a little as she wrapped her fingers over my semi-hard cock through my jeans, and said, "We can't let you go home hard as a rock."

She started to rub up and down, giggling as I grew to my full hardness. "Would you hate me if I said I was joking and we needed to go?"

"Yes, I would," I said, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the feeling.

"Well, guess what? You weren't the only one with those thoughts, knowing that we would be alone tonight."

I watched as Kourtney unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling them to the sides, and reached inside to pull my cock out. As she wrapped her hand around it, rubbing up and down, I said, "It's been a while."

"Yes, it has," Kourtney agreed. "But I haven't forgotten what you like."

She moved down in her chair until she was even with my groin and leaned down over it. Making eye contact with me, she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around my tip, something that always drove me crazy. She wrapped her lips around me next and started to bob her head up and down, easily taking all of me into her mouth over and over.

"Fuck, Kourtney," I moaned as I watched her blow me and moved one of my hands to the back of her head. I wrapped my fingers around her ponytail, slightly helping to guide her up and down.

After a few minutes of blowing me, Kourtney sat up, taking me out of her mouth as I took my hand off her ponytail, but kept her hand stroking my cock. "Everything OK?" I asked as I saw her looking around.

"Yeah. Just wondering where we can do this at that would be more comfortable than this chair."

"You have a desk, right?"

Kourtney smiled and said, "And I just cleaned it off before you got here."

She let go of my cock as she pushed backwards to roll the chair away from mine. We both stood up, my cock hanging out, and walked out of the room where the dental chair was, and into the hallway leading to her office at the end.

We got a few steps into the hallway, with Kourtney walking in front of me, before I wrapped my arms around her waist, stopping her, and pulled her into me. As my hard cock pressed against her ass, I started to kiss the back and sides of her neck, listening to Kourtney moan at my touch.

I moved one of my hands up, cupping and squeezing her breasts through her tank top, moving my hand back and forth between them. With my other hand, I slipped it inside her scrub bottoms, going over the top of her panties, and started to rub her pussy through them.

"Hmm. That feels good, Trent."

I continued to kiss her neck and rub her pussy, feeling her become wet, as Kourtney started to move her ass, rubbing it on my cock. Kourtney quickly kicked her shoes off before she hooked her fingers into the hem of her pants and started to pull them down.

I looked down and saw the fabric of her thong disappearing between her buttcheeks and said, "What would your patients think if they knew you were wearing a thong?"

Kourtney giggled and moaned as I continued to rub her pussy and squeeze her breasts. "I've thought about flashing it a few times. Especially to the old men that are always hitting on me."

Kourtney finished taking off her pants, leaving them in the hallway, before she continued to walk down to her office. In her office, she turned around in my arms and started to kiss my lips while wrapping her hand back around my cock, after we worked together to take my pants and underwear off.

I moved my hands to Kourtney's hips as we made out and lifted up, helping her to sit on the desk. She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, letting go of my cock with her hand, and we both moaned as we felt my cock pressing against her thong. I used my hands to pull up on her tank top, briefly stopping the kiss to take it off over her head. Under the tank top was a black sports bra that she helped me to take off before we resumed kissing.

I left one hand on her hip, feeling it rolling up into me, humping my cock with her groin, as I placed my other hand on one of her breasts and squeezed it, feeling her nipple rubbing on my palm. Her breasts fit perfectly in my hand and were soft and fleshy. She used to complain all the time that they were too small and she wanted bigger breasts. I always thought they were perfect.

Ending the kiss, I moved my head down to her chest as she leaned back on the desk. I stuck out my tongue and licked around one of her nipples, then the other, then sucked one into my mouth, remembering how much she loved to have them sucked on.

"Oh Trent, yes," she quietly moaned, placing her hands on the desk behind her to support herself as I moved my mouth between her breasts.

I felt Kourtney as she moved one hand between us, pulled her thong to one side, and helped to guide my cock into her. She scooted forward a bit, her butt barely on the desk, and moaned as I pushed forward, burying my cock inside her.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she moaned as I started to thrust back and forth and continued to suck and lick on her nipples. I moved my hands around to her back, rubbing it briefly before I went farther down to her ass. I pulled her more off the desk as I cupped and squeezed her cheeks.

As I got used to being inside her for the first time in years and remembered how her body reacted, I stood up straight, moving my hands to her hips, and continued to thrust back and forth. I looked down and watched as my cock went in and out of her clean shaven pussy.

Kourtney had her hands on the edge of the desk to support her body as she held her legs up in the air around me. She had her chin tucked into her chest, eyes closed, moans coming from her mouth. Her breasts were moving up and down with every hard hit of my cock.

"Oh my gosh," she moaned.

"Still like it from behind?"

"Of course."

I took a step back from her, letting my cock slip out of her pussy, and helped Kourtney to stand up from the desk. We shared a quick, passionate kiss before she squatted down in front of me. I watched as she took my cock into her mouth, swirled her tongue around my tip, then bobbed her head up and down a few times.

"And I still love to taste myself on a cock," she giggled as she took me out of her mouth, stood up, and turned around. She placed her hands on the desk and leaned down as I used one hand to spread her legs apart just far enough that I could use my other hand to slip my cock back into her.

I immediately started to thrust back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her as I wrapped my arms around her body and cupped her breasts. I held tightly onto them as I fucked her, feeling her nipples rubbing against my palms and hearing her moans fill the office.

"Maybe next time I come during the day and see if we can sneak away," I said, knowing that Kourtney had a thing for risky sex.

"Yes please," she moaned, hanging her head down and pushing back into me as I slammed into her over and over.

I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples a little before letting go of her breasts and moving one of my hands to her hip. I moved my other hand up her back and wrapped my fingers around her ponytail. I gave it a slight tug, then a little harder pull, and kept pulling it as Kourtney's head lifted up.

"Oh, fuck yes," she moaned as I continued to fuck her.

"I'm tempted to pull out and cover your ass. But, don't want to leave a mess on your scrubs," I told her.

"Then cum inside. Fill my pussy."

"It's coming."

I let go of her hair, moving both hands to her hips, digging my fingers into them as I felt myself getting closer and closer. My breathing grew shallow and rapid as I pushed deep inside, my strokes getting smaller and harder. My legs wanted to be done, not standing anymore, and I fought to stay standing.

"Fuck, Kourtney, yes!" I moaned as my climax hit. I pushed deep and hard into her one more time, my cock pulsing with every shot of cum shooting out.

"Oh yes, Trent, yes!" she moaned and pushed back against me, wanting my cock as deep as possible inside her.

I leaned forward, my body pushing hers into the desk, as I came, and started to move my hands around her. I grabbed her ass again, her breasts, rubbed her hips and sides, then grabbed onto her ponytail, and pulled her up and back until she was standing and my cock slipped out of her.

She twisted her head around until we could kiss, our tongues swirling around each other, as my cock slipped out of her.

As the kiss ended, Kourtney said, "Your cum is running down my leg."

I laughed as I took a step back and looked down to see a little white dribble coming from her pussy. "Better not let it reach the floor."

Kourtney giggled as she reached down, wiped the cum off her leg and pussy with her fingers, and licked it off with her tongue. She then dropped to her knees and used her tongue to clean off my cock from the mix of my cum and her juices.

"Fuck, Kourtney," I said, shaking my head as I watched her stand up and lick her lips.

She giggled as she turned, looked at something on her desk, then said, "I'm available next week to look at those issues we discussed earlier."

"Same time?"

"Of course," she said as she reached out and softly rubbed my still throbbing cock.

Later that night, Mike and Mr. Thompson came back to the villa. They were both tired and drunk. Mike was laughing and talking loud about the girls he met at the bar. Mr. Thompson could barely walk straight. He was mumbling about work and how tired he was. Mrs. Thompson and I helped them to their beds so they could rest

We first helped Mike to his room. He was heavy and kept laughing. After we got him in bed, we went to the master bedroom for Mr. Thompson. He was already half asleep. We laid him down and covered him with the blanket. Mrs. Thompson looked at me and sighed.

“I think we should sleep already” she said. “I'm feeling a bit tipsy and it's alreeady late”

She went into their bedroom. She even forgot to close the door and lock it. After a few minutes, I walked past their room to go to the bathroom. I stopped when I saw her lying on the bed. She was still in her robe. The robe was open. Her big tits were popping out and her pussy was completely visible.

At first I said to myself that it was fucking wrong to jerk off. But then I looked at her again and thought "how could I possibly stop myself?"

I slowly went inside their bedroom. I stood at her side and started to jerk off. I could see all her curves up close. Her tits looked so full and soft. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy looked wet and inviting. She moved a little in her sleep and her legs spread a bit more. I stroked my cock faster, my hand moving up and down my dick

I know I'm not supposed to touch her, but I slowly reached my hand towards her breast and caressed it gently. Her tits were so fucking firm. I wanted to suck them so bad. I kept jerking off while touching her. My hand moved down and I lightly touched her pussy. She was wet. I rubbed her clit softly for a few seconds. She let out a small moan in her sleep

I was about to cum but suddenly, Mr. Thompson blurted something out. I think he was sleep talking but it scared the shit out of me. I quickly pulled my hand away and got out of their bedroom as silently as I could. I went to the bathroom to finish jerking off

I came hard thinking about her body. My cum shot out while I remembered how her tits felt in my hand and how wet her pussy was.

I cleaned up and went back to my room. My heart was still beating fast. I lay in bed thinking about what I just did. It was risky as hell. If Mr. Thompson had woken up, If mrs. thompson had woken up, everything would be over

But I couldn't stop thinking about her. Her body was perfect. The way her tits felt, the way her pussy looked, the small moan she made when I touched her. I knew I was playing with fire, but I wanted more

The trip still had a few days left. I wondered what would happen next.

I didn't want it to stop.

The next morning we all had breakfast together at the resort restaurant. Mr. Thompson was already on his phone most of the time, answering work emails. He barely looked up from the screen. Mike was excited and talking about going jet skiing later. Mrs. Thompson was quiet but she smiled at me a few times across the table.

After breakfast, Mike went jet skiing with some new friends he met. Mr. Thompson stayed at the villa to take more work calls. Mrs. Thompson and I decided to stay under the beach umbrella again. She was wearing a light sundress today. The dress was not too tight, but it still showed the shape of her body nicely.

We talked for a long time about different things. She asked me about my favorite subjects in college and what I liked to do in my free time. I told her I liked reading and playing video games. She laughed softly.

“You sound like a chill person” she said. “I wish I could slow down like that. My life feels so busy all the time”

I nodded and looked at her.

“You deserve to relax more, Mrs. Thompson. You do a lot for everyone”

She gave me a small smile and looked at the ocean.

“It is nice to hear that. Sometimes I feel like I am just going through the motions. My husband is always working. Mike is always out. It is good to have someone to talk to”

We stayed under the umbrella for a while longer. The sun was warm. At one point she asked me to help her put sunscreen on her back. I did it carefully. My hands moved over her soft skin. She let out a small sigh when I touched her shoulders.

“That feels nice” she said quietly. “Thank you, Alex”

My heart was beating fast. I tried to keep my touch normal, but my mind was racing When she turned around to thank me, our eyes met for a few seconds longer than normal. She smiled softly but looked away quickly.

Later in the afternoon, the sun started to set. Mike came back from jet skiing. Mr. Thompson was still on his phone in the villa. We all had dinner together at the resort restaurant. Mrs. Thompson sat across from me. I tried to focus on the food, but my eyes kept going back to her. She caught me looking a couple of times and gave me a small smile.

After dinner, Mike went out to meet some new friends again. Mr. Thompson went to the bar for a drink. Mrs. Thompson and I ended up sitting on the balcony of the villa again. The ocean looked beautiful under the moonlight.

She was wearing a loose tank top and shorts now. The tank top showed the shape of her breasts clearly. I tried not to stare, but it was hard. My mind kept going back to all the times I had jerked off thinking about her.

“You are easy to talk to, Alex” she said. “I dont feel judged when I tslk with you.”

I swallowed hard.

“I like talking to you too, Mrs. Thompson”

The trip was only on its second day, but I could already feel the tension building between us. I knew I was playing with fire. But every time I looked at her, I wanted more......

The party was loud downstairs, but all I could hear was my own heartbeat as Jake locked the guest room door. I (18F) knew this was wrong. I had a boyfriend downstairs, sweet, safe Alex. But Jake (21M), his best friend, had been tempting me for months with his intense stares and cocky smile.
“You sure you want this?” he asked, backing me against the wall.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I need it.”
His mouth was on mine instantly, rough and hungry. He pulled my dress up and slid his hand between my legs, groaning when he felt how soaked I already was. Two thick fingers pushed inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit. I moaned into his mouth, grinding against his hand.
Jake lifted me onto the bed, spread my legs, and buried his face between them. His tongue was relentless. I came fast and hard, biting my lip to stay quiet.
Then he climbed on top of me. His thick cock stretched me open as he sank deep. The feeling was incredible. He fucked me slow at first, then harder, the bed creaking under us. I wrapped my legs around him, nails digging into his back as another orgasm hit me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. He flipped me over, pulled my hips up, and took me from behind, pounding deep while rubbing my clit. The risk of getting caught made everything more intense.
“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he warned.
“Do it,” I moaned. “Fill me.”
Jake thrust deep and exploded, pumping me full of his hot cum. The sensation made me cum again, shaking beneath him.
We lay there panting, his cum leaking down my thighs. Guilt started to creep in… but so did the thrill. I already knew I wanted him again.

Years ago, a friend got me a part-time job at a Spa she worked at.  This is the story of how I met a client that we called “Big Tipper” or “Beatie” for BT.

The Studio itself was attached to a hotel in a nicer area.  We had a lot of people coming into town for meetings.  I think that is why I’d sometimes get clients who propositioned the masseuses.  There was no unifying feature that brought the men (and a few women) together, just that they’d kind of allude to what they wanted.  I would usually pretend I didn’t understand and they’d stop asking.

Beatie was different.  He was loud, friendly, and lived a storied life that he loved to share.  I don’t know what business he was in, but he owned a company and it was common for him to give out nice tips.  Whenever he would pass by our spa, he would always tip all the staff on hand (it was usually two or three in the waiting area) and tip the people that gave him service on top of that.  He had a back issue, so he would come by pretty often, and he joked about how his medical insurance was covering it, so that is why he could afford to be so generous with us.

For a few weeks he had massages with different masseuses, making his way through our list of available people.  When he finally got to me, I wanted to be as attentive as possible to see if I could land more appointments with him, as he had already seen a few other masseuses a couple of times prior to seeing me.

I walked with him to the room and let him in, and while he was talking he immediately started getting undressed before I even had a chance to turn around or walk away.  He acted like it was completely natural, talking and laughing as if nothing was happening.  To my credit, I took it in stride from his nonchalant attitude and acted like it was totally normal, nodding along and commenting at the right spots.  My mind went kind of blank in that moment though, and I have no idea what he was even saying.

As the massage went along he kept talking, asking me questions about my thoughts on politics, religion, life in general.  He didn’t pry into my personal life, but if I said anything about it he would listen.  The hour went by pretty fast, and I have to say that I didn’t feel creeped out or anything by him.  At the end of the massage he got up off the table (still naked) and walked over to his pants, then gave me a cool $100 tip while saying thank you.  He then started getting dressed, again as if nothing was off color or odd about it.

The next couple of weeks were the same, except it was now down to me and one other masseuse that had become his “regular” masseuses that he requested.  I was actually working at the spa more regularly because he was asking for me.  The conversations were getting more explicit, he seemed to mention every time about how he caught his first wife cheating on him and he keenly remembered seeing her legs in the air in their marital bed.  Anytime he’d push those boundaries he’d always ask if he had offended me, and I’d always respond that I didn’t mind.

It was a month or so after this arrangement when he came in and my feet were really hurting due to a new pair of shoes.  He suggested that I take them off so I could rest my feet on the cool tiles.  I thought nothing of it, but he mentioned how cute my toes were when I was massaging him and he was facing downwards.  I laughed about it and he didn’t say anything else until the end of the massage when he gave me a bigger tip than usual and said I should get a different pair of shoes.

Next time I saw him, instead of saying something about seeing my feet, he asked if they were feeling better.  It felt nice that he wasn’t being creepy about it, so I told him the truth that I was feeling better and the shoes had actually broken in after a bit more and my feet were feeling better.  I joked about giving him the money back, and he said that it was worth the extra to have seen my feet.  This then motivated me to joke about getting a bigger tip if I showed more skin.

He let out a big laugh before saying that he’d be happy to pay for as much as I’d be willing to show.  He complimented me a lot and said it would be a treat just to see me in my underwear.

At that point it fell on me to decide how things would go.  He was already naked and had his pants in his hand.  It felt like an eternity that we both waited there for me to speak, but it was probably only a few seconds, because I blurted out that I didn’t wear bras (a whole different story).

He said that’d be an even bigger treat, and that he’d be happy to pay to see it.  I said it would be the first time I had ever done something like that, and I had no idea what to even charge.  He took a few hundreds out of his wallet and left it on the table where I put all my stuff before laying face down on the table, saying that he hoped what he put down was enough.

My heart was in my throat and I could hear my blood pounding in my ears, but my body moved as if it wasn’t in my control.  I took off my shoes and socks first, then I remembered the door wasn’t locked so I ran to the door and locked it, then I took off my pants and finally my shirt.  When the massage started he began talking again like normal, and then when I was near his head and he could see my legs through the hole in the table he thanked me for trusting him enough to show myself to him.

When he flipped over he did give me a look and started getting hard, but he never suggested I touch him.  Instead he complimented me a bit more on my confidence, said I was lovely, and then went back to his stories.  At the end of the massage he got up and started getting dressed, still while talking and looking at me.  He joked this time that he hoped I would use the extra money to buy some cute panties, and I laughed about how the ones I had worn were like some of the not pretty ones I owned and I had debated about taking them off because of how embarrassing they looked.

((Sidebar for a moment, I know sexy stories are supposed to be more fun and the girl just wants to bang, but in reality the money-side of things can often motivate you a lot more, especially so when someone is especially generous.))

The next visit he started to get undressed like normal, but then he leaned against the massage table, fully naked in front of me, and asked about my comfort level.  He asked if I liked where things were going, if I’d be interested in having them go further.  He said he had asked the other masseuse the same thing and she had said “no”, to which he had paid her a handsome amount to keep it private.

I’m usually not brave or confident, but in that moment I pulled out all my guts and started undressing while he watched.  I hesitated at my panties, since I HAD worn a cuter pair, but I dropped them as well because I felt like I needed to in order to make my point.  Standing in front of him fully naked I nodded and just said “okay”.

During the massage he was nice, but I could tell he was holding himself back.  He complimented me plenty on how I had been, and that I was a sweet person.  He said he liked listening to what I had to say.  As he spoke though, he started to try various things.  When he flipped onto his back his cock sprang up and he touched my leg with the hand that was closest to me.  He would always pause what he was saying and ask “is this okay?” when trying something new.

I felt like touching a bit wasn’t too scary, so he went from my leg to my side and then down to my butt.  He did the same with my breasts as I continued to massage him, and I remember distinctly that he stopped pinching my nipple because he saw I was wincing when he’d do it.  To his credit, he apologized and never did it again.  As the hour ran down, I looked and saw how painfully hard his cock was.  It had a tiny spot of precum at the tip that was growing into a big bubble.

There wasn’t any thought or confirmation, I just reached out and grabbed him, squeezing the length of his shaft and rubbing the precum around with my thumb.  I’m always surprised by how soft the skin is at the tip, and I like how velvety it is in my hand.

He shuddered at that first touch, groaning loudly, and I jerked him pretty firmly while he squeezed my ass.  I cupped his balls with my other hand and he spread his legs, letting me rub the skin underneath.  I went fast, neither of us saying a word, and suddenly he started spasming and bucking upwards, ropes of cum spraying out across his stomach and all over my hand.  I tried to slow down and not jerk as hard, and after a minute or so he put his hand over mine and stopped me, saying it was too sensitive.

I grabbed some hot towels to help him clean up, and then we both rushed to get dressed before the time was up.  He laughed and talked as if nothing had happened, but when he handed me my tip it was much more generous than usual and he told me he was looking forward to seeing me the following week.

So… I know the first part of this is a bit boring, but hopefully everyone wants to hear more stories from back then.

The third night of the trip, Mike and Mr. Thompson went to the resort bar for a guys night. They left around 8 PM and said they would be back late. I didnt go with them since I hate bars and I wouldnt want to miss the opportuinity to be with Mrs. Thompson

Mrs.Thompson and I were left alone in the villa. She had a couple of glasses of wine and seemed more relaxed.

“I want to try on some new swimsuits I bought for tomorrow” she said “Can you give me your honest opinion? Im gonna wear the one I think is good and just say if you agree”

She went into her bedroom to change. The door was not fully closed. It was open just a little. I sat on the couch, but I could see inside through the gap

She took off her clothes. When she bent over to pick up the new two piece swimsuit, her ass was right there. I could see her pussy clearly. She arched her back a little while adjusting the bottoms. My dick instantly got rock hard

I couldnt help it. I pulled my cock out and started jerking it fast while watching her. She was taking her time, turning around in front of the mirror, checking how the swimsuit looked. Her big tits and round ass looked so fucking perfecrt

She tried on another one. This time she bent over even more. I stroked my cock faster, trying to stay quiet. It felt so wrong but hella hot

After a few minutes, she called out from the room

“Alex, what do you think of this one?” she opened the door and showed it to me

I quickly put my cock back in my shorts, tried to act normal

“You look amazing, Mrs. Thompson” I said, my voice a little shaky.

She smiled and came out. The swimsuit hugged her body perfectly.

“Does it make my ass look too big?” she asked.

“No” I said. “It looks perfect”

She laughed softly and went back into the room to change again. The door was still slightly open. I could see her taking off the swimsuit. She bent over again and I got another clear view of her pussy and ass. I pulled my cock out again and jerked it fast. I was so close to cumming.

She tried on a few more swimsuits. Each time she bent over or turned in front of the mirror, I got a good look. My hand was moving fast on my cock. I had to be careful not to make noise.

After she finished, she came out wearing a robe.

“Thank you for helping me, Alex” she said with a smile

She gave me a hug. Her body pressed against mine for a moment. I could feel her soft breasts against my chest. My cock was still hard in my shorts.

The rest of the night we talked normally, but I couldnt stop thinking about what I saw. My dick stayed half hard the whole time.

My thoughts are becoming more......dangerous