tagIncest/TabooMaking Their Baby

Making Their Baby

Jake sat at the dinner table looking at his son and daughter-in-law. They seemed such a happy couple and the love that Jake felt for both of them was obvious. It was Wednesday night and they were at Taylor's house having dinner. This had become a regular event.

Taylor got up to help his wife Shannon clear the table. They never allowed Jake to help even though he always offered. When they came back, it was with a steaming pot of coffee and the sweet rolls that Jake loved so much.

They watched as he took a bite. Then his eyes rolled up in his head and he gave a satisfying moan of pleasure. "Taylor! This girl cooks almost as good as your mother used to. If you ever treat her wrong, I'm gonna steal her and chain her to my kitchen."

That had been his phrase each and every time they sat to dinner and Shannon would bring out one of her fabulous deserts. They young couple looked at each other and laughed.

Jake finished the roll and was taking another from the pan. He knew that she had made the entire pan for him. Neither of them really liked the rolls the way he did. Picking up his coffee, he looked at the two of them as they watched him.

"Ok! Now what was this big secret that you both needed to take with me about?"

Shannon looked at Taylor, and Jake could see that there was suddenly a heavy tension in the air. Taylor placed his hand over his wife's and squeezed it softly.

"Dad, you know that Shannon and I have been trying to have a baby for almost two years now? And you know that everything that we have tried hasn't worked."

Jake looked from Taylor to Shannon. Yes he knew that they had been trying to get her pregnant. He also knew that nothing that they tried, not artificial insemination or anything else had worked. He felt sorry for them and wanted to help do anything that he could to be presented with a grandchild.

"Taylor. Shannon. I know that it's been hard on both of you. I know that you have tried almost everything that there is to try. I have been thinking about this for a long time and I guess now is the time to bring it up. I wouldn't be opposed to you two adopting a child. I would love it like you had produced it from your own union. You both know that."

Shannon squeezed her husband's hand as she looked at her father-in-law. "But it wouldn't be ours Dad. It would be someone else's that we took in. it would always remind us that we couldn't have kids of our own."

Taylor got up and refilled his dad's cup. "Dad, Shannon and I have been talking and we came up with a plan. Now I don't want you to say anything until I have finished. Can you do that for us?"

Jake looked up at his son's face. The strain and tension seemed to have grown a lot more. He took the cup and took a sip from it savoring the taste. Like her deserts, Shannon knew how to make a good cup of coffee. Nodding his head, he set his cup down.

Taylor walked back to his seat and sitting down, took his wife's hand in his own. They both looked at each other and gave a weak smile, and then they turned to him.

"Dad. I want a child that will look like me. That will have my genes. I want to know that he came from the same line of good looking men that I did. We found out that I just don't have the sperm count to father a child. Shannon is fully capable of fertilizing an egg and carrying a child to full term. Shannon and I have talked and if you are willing, we want you to get her pregnant."

Jake almost spit his coffee across the table. Grabbing up a napkin, he began to wipe up the drops of coffee that had sprayed from his mouth. Neither Taylor nor Shannon had moved or said a word.

"Taylor! Surely you're not asking me to make love to your wife? I would never... I could never..."

Taylor looked at his father. "Dad! Both Shannon and I have seen you watch her with more than just a fatherly smile on your face. But we both know that you love her like a daughter. We are both ok with the idea. And believe me, we have talked long and hard about how we would approach you with it. This way, when she does get pregnant, no one will be the wiser that it isn't mine."

Jake looked from Taylor to Shannon. He had to admit to himself that at times he did look at his daughter-in-law with more than fatherly thoughts in his head. But he always tried to push them from his mind.

"Shannon. How do you feel about all this? I'm your father-in-law and I would never wish to do anything to ever have you look at me with anything but the love that you have shown me since meeting my Taylor."

Shannon smiled. "Dad, you have been like a father to me. You have treated me better than my own father ever treated me. I have nothing but love for you and you know that my love for Taylor could never be shaken. The idea of letting you make love to me to get me pregnant felt strange at first. Almost dirty!

But then I began to think about it. No one has ever loved me the way you do except Taylor. You have always been so caring and such a gentleman at all times. Even when you look at me you never leer. And as soon as you think that I can feel you looking you go off and do something else.

Dad. We want a baby! I want the union between Taylor and me to be complete. I know that he would not feel as if I had betrayed him. And it was his idea that we make you the real father of the baby. That way, we keep it in the family and we know that you would never reveal the truth to him or her."

Yes, Jake did know how much they wanted to have a child. And he knew that his son would never think badly of him for being the father of his child. But how could he do this without allowing his own true feelings for Shannon to come out.

Jake had felt so strongly for his son's wife, that he purposely kept his distance. She reminded him so much of the love that he had shared with his wife. He would only be around them when his son was present and would never allow himself to show any emotions about his true feeling for her. He was sincere about telling his son that he would steal the girl if Taylor ever fucked up.

Taylor's voice brought him back to the reality of the conversation. "I have to go to London, to help complete a project. I will be gone for about a month and a half. We felt that during that time, if you and Shannon got to know each other better, you could do it then. That way dad, Shannon would have you to keep her company, and I would be away so you both would not feel so guilty about it."

Jake sat there not really knowing just what to say. He looked from his son to his daughter-in-law. Then shaking his head, he got up from the table. "Let me think on it Taylor. I will let you know if a few days. But it will definitely be before you have to leave for your trip.

That night, as he lay in bed, his mind turned to the idea of making love to his daughter-in-law. Jake couldn't help the way he was feeling. She was so beautiful, so sweet. She was small just like his wife had been. She didn't have a big chest and her hips were small and round.

Taylor was big like his dad. And the idea of having her small frame beneath him as he stroked his thick dick in and out of her pussy was making him grow hard. But unlike other times, he let his mind continue to think about her as he stroked his dick.

Jake imagined her small mouth and delicate lips wrapped around his thick dick. He groaned, thinking about her moving her head up and down his shaft. He could almost feel her small titties in his mouth. Would her nipples be sensitive?

Jake knew that he was slightly bigger than his son's 8 inches. Would she be able to take all of him in her tight pussy? Would she thrash beneath him as she slowly plowed in and out of her dripping cunt? Damn but the idea had him almost ready to cum.

Jake gasped, as a thought hit him. She had such a small tight looking ass. It had nothing to do with getting her pregnant, but would she allow him to fuck her there? His wife was small and loved to feel his big dick stretching her tight asshole. That thought was all it took. Calling out her name, Jake shot his load into the air as he stroked his dick hard and fast.

The next afternoon, Jake was surprised to hear Taylor coming into his house. Taylor had a key, but he was supposed to be at work. "Dad? They moved up my departure. I decided to come over and talk with you. Did you think about what we asked you? I know that it's a bit strange, but we don't have any other options."

Jake looked at his son. There was no denying the love and respect that each one had for the other. Jake decided to tell his son the truth. "Yes Taylor I did think about it. And I have to be completely honest with you. The idea is exciting. But son, I would be afraid that you would feel that I betrayed your trust. I mean we are talking about me making love to your wife while you are away."

aylor put his hand on his father's shoulder and looked him right in the eye. "No dad. We are talking about a father making his son and daughter-in-law the happiest people in the world. We both love you and respect you.

I know that you would rather die, than treat Shannon with any disrespect. And I know that she trust you to be the gentleman that she has always seen you to be. I know it's weird for me to ask this of you. But I am. Please dad? While I am away, make my wife pregnant with our baby. And it will be ours. Shannon's! Mine! And YOURS!"

Jake pulled Taylor to him. "I love you son! And I know that if your mother were alive, she would agree to this also. Yes, I will do this for all of us. And I hope that it will make a baby even more handsome then you or more beautiful than your darling wife."

Taylor left for London two days later. Both father and wife stood at the airport and watched as his plane took off. The ride home was quiet, and after Jake dropped Shannon off at her house, he went to a bar and had a few drinks. The next day, she was sitting in his living room. It was a strange scene, daughter-n-law and father-in-law sitting in a quiet house. Both were almost afraid to break the silence.

Shannon got up and walked to the kitchen. She came back with two drinks in her hands. Handing Jake a glass, she sat down beside him. "Taylor and I talked about this for the last two nights. We both agreed that the time that you and I spend together will be just between us. He promised that he would never ask me to tell him any of the details. Are you ok with that dad?"

Jake took a big swig from his glass. He turned to look at his daughter-in-law. "Shannon! If we are gonna go thru with this, do you think that you should call me Jake instead of dad?"

Shannon smiled. Damn but she was a pretty girl. And she was even prettier when she gave him one of her face-lighting smiles. "Calling you dad will remind both of us that we are doing this for Taylor and I. You are a real man Jake! Just like your son is. I wouldn't want to get lost in the feelings and start to think that this is anything else but our attempt to get me pregnant."

Jake looked at her. Damn! He was starting to grow hard at the thought of removing her clothes. "So am I supposed to act like a robot? Should I show feelings while we do it? Or should I just make it all mechanical? That would be hard Shannon because I do have feelings for you."

Shannon took the glass from his hand. "I know you do Jake. And so does Taylor. We both see how hard you try to hide them. That was one of the reasons why we both agreed to try it this way. Taylor knew that you would treat me with the same love and respect that he does. Like he said that you had always treated Carol, your wife and his mother."

Jake looked at Shannon and smiled. "See! You really don't know me at all. Yes I always treated Carol with love and respect. She was my wife, my whole life and I wanted the whole world to know what a lucky man I was to have her.

But in the bedroom, we were very different people. We loved sex. And we would often allow ourselves to indulge in our fantasies. Sometimes we were anything but gentle to each other."

Shannon began to laugh. "So Taylor didn't lie to me. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree! Don't let my small frame give you the wrong idea. Taylor and I get pretty wild in bed. And sometimes he gets really rough. And I love it. He said he got it from listening to you and his mom so many nights."

Shannon let her hand rest on Jake's leg. He looked at the hand and then looked back up into her face. "Ever since Taylor brought up the idea of you making me pregnant, I have thought about you. Wondered if you were as big as he is? Wondered if you like doing the same kinds of things that he does to me."

Jake didn't move as her hand began to slowly slide back and forth on his leg. And with each upward movement, she came closer to touching his growing bulge. When the tips of her fingers finally stroked the tip of his hard dick, Jake groaned.

Shannon looked up at Jake and smiled. Then she leaned in and let her lips touch his. Her lips were so soft and gentle that Jake was almost afraid to kiss her back. But when he felt her tongue tip pressing between his lips he opened his mouth and they melted into each other in a long slow passionate kiss.

As he kissed her, Jake let his hand slide around her back and drew her closer to him. She was small enough that his hand slid around and cupped her tit. His thumb began to stroke her hard nipple and Shannon moaned in response. Jake's other hand went to her knee. Shannon had worn a skirt that came to her knees. She never wore anything provocative unless Taylor was taking her out somewhere.

As soon as Jake's hand touched her knee, Shannon gave a soft moan and opened her legs wider, giving him the go ahead to explore her further. Shannon broke the kiss and leaning into the crook of his neck, whispered into his ear. "I didn't wear any panties. Do you think that I'm a bad girl?"

Jake could only groan, as his hand slipped all the way up her thigh and found her hairy cunt. "Taylor likes me with a lot of hair on my pussy. I hope that doesn't turn you off?"

Jake had to smile. "No! In fact, I like a woman that keeps her pussy covered in hair. It lets the scent and juices collect better." As his fingertips began to slowly stroke up and down her already wet slit, Shannon moaned. Her fingers had outlined the bulge in Jake's pants and she was slowly stroking the length of his hard dick.

"Damn Jake! I think that you're even fatter and longer than Taylor is. I'm sure that you will go in so deep, I won't be able to help getting pregnant."

ake, his finger now stroking in and out of Shannon's juicy cunt was enjoying the hell of out himself. Her cunt was indeed tight. And the thought of his long fat dick pushing deep into it was making him even harder.

"I have to warn you girl, I like to talk dirty when I fuck!"

Shannon gave a soft laugh, as she slowly unzipped his pants and drew his big thick dick from the confines within. "Will you call me a dirty little slut, as you force me to take this big dick in my mouth Daddy? Will I be your nasty whore, as you are pounding my pussy making me scream and beg for more? Will you spank my tiny ass Daddy? Make me stay still as you force this big dick up my tight asshole?

I told you Jake, Taylor doesn't treat me like I'm some priceless porcelain princess when he fucks me! My body belongs to him. And he is allowed to do anything that he wants to me. Just, as I am allowed to do whatever I wish to him. Will you let me do what I wish to you too Daddy?"

Her words were enflaming his lust even more than her dripping pussy was. And as weird and perverted as it sounded, have her call him Daddy, pushed him even further into lust mode. He pulled her up on the couch so that she was curled up facing him with her head in his lap. His hand was still between her thighs and his fingers were slowly stroking her cunt. Looking up at him, Shannon opened her mouth and took the head of his dick between her lips.

Jake groaned at the touch of her lips. "Suck it! Suck Daddy's dick you tiny little slut! I've wanted to fuck you from the moment that Taylor brought you home. Watching you walk around with your small tits and that tight round ass. I imagined forcing you to take it. I even fantasized about raping you; forcing you to take Daddy's big dick up your tight asshole."

Shannon let her lips slide all the way down Jake's dick until she felt it hit the back of her throat. Yes! He was definitely bigger than Taylor was. She slipped her mouth off his hard dick and slipped from the couch. Thinking that he had gone too far, Jake began to apologize.

"Shannon! I'm so sorry baby. I didn't mean..."

Shannon looked at him, as she climbed up on his lap. Her knees were on either side of his legs and her skirt hid his dick from view. But she reached down and found it, pressing it against her dripping cunt. "Shut up and fuck me Daddy! Fuck me, you big dick bastard! Shove that fat Daddy dick up my little girl's cunt! Fuck me deep Daddy! Fuck me hard Daddy! Make me cry out!"

Shannon pressed down until almost Jake's whole dick was buried in her pussy. Damn! She was so fuckin' tight! "Oh Daddy! You've got such a big fat dick! Do you like feeling it stuff your little girl's tight pussy? Will you make me your little girl whore? I'll do anything for you Daddy! Anything!"

Jake looked directly into her eyes. She was looking at him with such an intense look on her face. Her hips began to slowly work back and forth as she began to ride him.

"You like calling me Daddy don't you little girl? You want Daddy to fuck your tight pussy and make you his woman. Say it!"

Shannon lifted herself up and slowly pressed her pussy back down until she had captured every last inch. Her eyes grew wide as Jake felt the tip of his dick pressed hard against her cervix.

"Yes Daddy! I want you to fuck me! I want to feel Daddy taking his little girl's tight pussy. I want to feel Daddy stretch her cunt! I want to be Daddy's nasty little girl! Oh Daddy! I'm gonna cum! Fuck me harder Daddy! Faster!"

Jake grabbed her by her hips and began to jerk her up and down on his lap. A few times Shannon cried out as he got even rougher while fucking her. But his dick was controlling his actions, and the sound of her cries and whimpers only spurred him on.

"You nasty, little whore! Daddy's gonna fuck the shit out of you! Daddy's gonna fuck every hole you have. Can you feel it baby? Do you feel Daddy's big dick fucking your tight pussy? Do you want him to stop?"

Shannon was breathing like she had run a race. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Don't stop Jake! Fuck me! Fuck me Daddy! Make me cum! Cum in my pussy! I want your baby! Daddy! I'm Cumming! I'm Cumming Daddy!"

Jake felt her fingernails digging into his shoulder, as she hung on for dear life. He was jerking up into her as he pulled her down on his dick. "Yes baby! Daddy's gonna fuck you good! Damn but you have a tight pussy! I'm gonna cum too baby! Daddy's gonna make his little girl have his baby!"

to each other, the orgasm that took them both was almost earth shattering. They both screamed out their pleasure as they shivered and shook against each other. Shannon felt her father-in-law's cum fill her as he shot deep in her cunt. And Jake felt Shannon's cum drench his dick and pants.

They held each other, gulping in air as if they had been plunged underwater for a long time. Then suddenly Shannon began to shake all over again. Her eyes grew wide. "Daddy! Oh Daddy! I'm Cumming again! I'm gonna squirt! Daddy! Oh Daddy! Oh Daddy!"

Suddenly, her cunt gripped Jake's dick so hard, it felt like she was trying to squeeze it off. Then with a loud scream, Shannon began to jerk her hips. She screamed again, and Jake felt her begin to squirt over and over as she came, milking his cock over and over.

They held each other as they began to calm down. Jake had never felt anything so intense. He held her tight and began to kiss her with a passion that he had not shown since his wife had died. And Shannon kissed him back with just as much passion.

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tagNonConsent/ReluctanceIn the Fitting Room

In the Fitting Room

Kelly double-checked that she her keys, purse, and her cloth bag before heading into the mall. She was a student at the local university and it being a pretty progressive school most of the students were fairly environmentally conscious, but having grown up in the country and spent much of her free time as a child out playing in the fields and woods by her house Kelly had more of an appreciation for the environment and hated when she had to use plastic bags while shopping.

Not that she shopped much; she really didn't care for shopping like many girls but today she was on a mission. She and her roommate had been invited to a party by one of the guys that lived in their dorm and she wanted to find a sexy new outfit for the party.

Kelly wasn't the typical easy college girl, and while she had made out with and once gave a blowjob to guys at parties she had only had sex with her ex-boyfriend and was generally pretty conservative when it came to sex. She was, however, something of a feminist and found that showing off her body to be empowering.

And she did have a body to show off. At nineteen she had the body of the distance runner she had been in high school; she was 5'11 and had gloriously long, thin legs that ran to a trim, toned upper body topped with small, high, perfectly shaped breasts.

So she strode purposefully through the mall intending to get her shopping done quickly and be on her way home. Entering her favorite store and politely declining the help of the salesperson she sorted through a rack of skirts without finding anything she particularly liked and moved on to look at a few dresses. She picked out two of these, one being a tight fitting black dress held up be a strap over one shoulder end ending high enough that she hoped it would barely cover her butt and show off her legs perfectly.

Taking her selections Kelly headed to the fitting rooms only to find them all full on the women's side of the store. Mildly irritated at having to spend more time in the mall she decided to check the men's side and see if she could get in a room over there. As she walked across the store she noticed a man looking at shirts near the entrance to the fitting rooms. She couldn't help discreetly checking him out as she walked towards him; he was at least a few inches taller than Kelly, and while thin she could tell from the way he moved that he was someone used to working with his body and had the muscle tone to go with it.

As Kelly got closer to him he noticed her and looked in her direction and immediately she looked at the floor while wishing she wasn't too shy to make eye contact. She continued looking anywhere but at him as she walked into the fitting rooms. To her relief the first one was open so she pulled the door open and stepped in.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her back pushing her forward. While a little squeak of surprise she struggled to regain her balance then whirled around to find herself looking up at the man she had been admiring. Before she had time to think he pulled the door shut and with one arm spun her around to hold her in place against his body and covered her mouth with the other.

By this point Kelly was shaking in fear as she heard him say in her ear "It's obvious that nobody other than a real slut would wear dresses like you have on your arm there, so I'm just going to give you the audience you obviously want while you try them on." He paused and looked at her face for a moment before continuing "Now go ahead and try them on for me like the good little bitch you are."

Despite her fear she actually felt a little thrill at having him talk to her like that, followed immediately by a feeling of horror that she couldn't actually feel any sort of sexual response at being so thoroughly degraded.

As he let her go and moved back slightly Kelly considered screaming and calling for help but realized that she would likely not be heard over the music playing in the store and that it would probably only make her captor upset. With this thought she froze, at a loss for what to do. She didn't want to upset the man, but she just couldn't take her clothes off in front of him either.

"C'mon slut, you have to take your clothes off before you can try those one. Get going" he said, seeing her hesitation.

Reluctantly, but again with the little jolt of arousal, she hooked the dresses on the hanger and sat down on the bench to slip her shoes off. Standing back up she kept her eyes lowered as she started to undo her belt. As she worked her pants off her hips she found herself using the mirror to discreetly study the man behind her. She was struck by how casually her was leaning against the wall and how relaxed he seemed as if he were utterly confident of his control of the situation; his control of her. He seemed to be no more than a few years older than her, and in fact in any other situation she thought she would have found him extremely attractive.

Straightening up and tossing her pants onto the bench she was relieved that she had worn some of her more conservative panties that day so she wouldn't show off any more than she had to. After only a slight hesitation her shirt joined the pants and she stood in front of the mirror in only her bra and panties. Had she been alone she would have taken her bra off too as the dresses weren't meant to be worn with a bra with straps but just the thought was enough to make her face heat in embarrassment.

Noticing her color the man spoke up again "Whats wrong, a little whore like you should be used to taking her clothes off in front of men, especially one with as nice a body as you have. Go on, dress up for me."

Again, his harsh words and the confident tone of command in his voice sent a rush of warmth through her body. To hide her confusion at the way her body was betraying her she picked up the first dress and slipped it up her body. This one went to mid-thigh, covering way too much of her legs for her liking and while it did cling to her body nicely her thin frame and small breasts didn't fill it out as she wanted. Plus her bra straps made the strapless top of the dress look a little ridiculous.

With a laugh the man took a step up behind her and she jumped as she felt his hands grasping her bra strap. "Don't be stupid, this dress isn't designed for a bra like this" and with a practiced twist he unsnapped her bra and pulled it down her arms. With a little squeal she quickly replaced the top of the dress over herself while he chuckled.

Stepping back he looked at her again and asked. "Well, that's much better don't you think? Hmm, but I think it would look even better if we got rid of these too." And with that he crouched down, slipped his hands under her dress and slid her panties to the floor.

Through all this Kelly just stood wide eyed and watched this man strip her underwear off in the mirror with a stunned expression while feeling that current of arousal competing with her horror at what was happening.

Standing back up the man ogled her up and down, grabbed her shoulders to turn her around and again eyed her up and down. Turning her back to the mirror again he said "Much better without all that don't you think? Plus a little slut like you doesn't need anyway right?"

Mutely Kelly looked in the mirror and found that she couldn't help but agree that the dress did look better without the bra especially but she still wasn't satisfied with it. Seeing the look on her face the man chuckled behind her. "Still not slutty enough is it, a tramp like you would want to show more skin wouldn't you?" he asked.

"Well, try on the other, maybe it'll be whoreish enough for your liking."

Kelly picked up the other dress before it occurred to her that she would be completely naked in front of this man is she took the first dress off. After a moment's hesitation she set the second dress down and reached for her panties. Suddenly she found that he was beside her and had taken her wrist in his hand. With a surprisingly gentle grip he held her hand in place while taking the panties from her hand. "I don't think that dress will look good with these on either" he said, gathering up both her bra and panties and tossing them into the far corner.

Despite herself Kelly could still feel where he had touched her and felt a thrill run through her, centered between her legs. "Oh my god what's happening to me?" she thought.

"Ok now, none of this fake shyness you slut, you know you love showing off you body. Plus you have to get that dress off to try the other one on." He said, as if she didn't understand that herself.

Not seeing any other option, and while she hated to admit it, a little bit of excitement, she slid the first dress to the floor and stepped out of it.

Before she had time to reach for the second dress she felt his hands reach around her body and cup her breasts. "You really have beautiful tits." He said as he squeezed her breasts. "I bet you love to have them played with don't you?" he asked as he ran his palms over the nipples. Saying nothing Kelly watched in the mirror as he fondled her. His touch was having an effect on her, sending jolts of pleasure through her, however much she tried to resist. Suddenly he pinched both of her nipples causing her to let out what was unmistakably a moan.

Rolling her nipples between his fingers he said "Oh I think you're enjoying yourself aren't you, you little whore." As he continuing rubbing and pinching her nipples Kelly closed her eyes and felt a shudder that was a mixture of pleasure and horror at what was happening run through her whole body.

Kelly felt his hands leave her body and opened her eyes as he stepped back. "Oh now don't look so disappointed." He said with a chuckle. Looking at herself in the mirror she realized that she did look disappointed. With a flustered look she snatched up the second dress and stuffed it over her head. Straightening the dress on her hips looked in the mirror. Turning to the side she could see that the dress hugged her hips and ended within an inch of the bottom of her butt cheeks. "It's perfect" she thought to herself.

"Ah so it looks like you like this one huh? I guess it does leave you barely decent, which is perfect for a slut you like you isn't it." Moving until he stood directly behind her he leaned forward to whisper in her ear "You know what's missing? What a slight like you needs in a dress like that?" Keeping her eyes on herself in the mirror Kelly gave a slight shake of her head.

"Oh I think you know." He whispered. Taking her hand he guided it behind her and whispered "Sluts like you need cock." And with that he placed her hand on his own cock, which Kelly could tell was partially hard through the material of his pants. "Fortunately, I have one of those for you." He said and turned her around.

"Now be a good little slut on see how that dress looks when you're on your knees with a cock in your mouth." he said while pushing lightly but firmly on her shoulder. At this point Kelly start to pant slightly with a mixture of a little bit of fear but mostly a lot of desire. He was right, she did want his cock.

Dropping to her knees she unbuttoned his jeans, reached in, and pulled out his now hardening cock. Tentatively she started to stroke it with her hands as it continued to harden.

"That's a good little whore, now suck my dick." He said

Hesitantly Kelly brought her mouth to his cock and ran her tongue up the underside from the base to the head. She hadn't really given that many blowjobs but it had been something that she enjoyed before and now she found herself getting into it again. More boldly now she took the head in her mouth and ran her tongue around the tip before starting to bob up and down.

"Oh god that's good" he said with a groan "but you can take more than that down can't you, you slut?"

Finding herself getting more and more turned on she tried to do what he wanted and took his cock in until it the back of her throat and she gagged a bit. As she continue to suck his cock as deeply as possible she felt herself getting more and more turned on until she couldn't help herself and reached down with one hand to push up the dress so she could finger herself.

The man immediately noticed and chuckled "You really are a little whore aren't you"

Kelly didn't pause in sucking his cock and her only response was to reach up with the hand that wasn't on her clit to cup his balls. His moaning encouraged her to continue so she lightly traced one finger back and forth on the underside of his sac.

Her hand rubbing herself was starting to have an effect and she starting moaning around his cock. Suddenly she felt his hand on the back of her head forcing his cock farther into her throat. Gagging she tried to resist but he continued to thrust his cock into her throat. Finally she relaxed and felt her throat open and his cock slide down her throat. With a moan she realized she was deep throating him, something she had never been able to do before.

His breathing started to become more ragged and he said "I'm gonna come soon slut, make sure you swallow it all you whore."

This sent her hand into overdrive on her clit and as he tensed up she felt her own orgasm building. He let out a groan and she felt him start to come. The first burst went straight down her throat and the rest threatened to fill up her mouth until she was able to swallow it all. This pushed her over the edge and she took her mouth off his cock, let of a loud moan, and felt a shuddering orgasm rip through her.

When she came back to her senses a second later she found the man buttoning his pants back up while looking down at her. He reached down, gently caressed the side of her face and said "I think that's the dress for you."

With that he turned, opened the door to the fitting room, and walked out.

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It was Stacey's most vivid daydream yet. Leo's cock was right there. She felt it. She tasted it. It was incredibly hard and slick, with her own juices on it, as she sucked it clean. She found herself finishing the climax with a clear vibrator, and she came in reality as well as her dream.

She naturally found it a disappointment when she realized that her break was a minute over and she had to make sure that her boss didn't catch her slacking off. Her sweaty skin and the smell of her cunt were bad enough clues as to her choice of recreation. That might be acceptable to Lindsay, provided that it didn't interfere with work. Stacey knew that her boss had flirted with her a lot in the past few weeks, although she did it subtly enough and Stacey never complained about it (as it was flattering to her vanity). While Stacey preferred men for certain, she didn't mind an occasional bi-curious thought.

"Stacey, are you ill?" Cheryl asked her.

Cheryl was another annoying co-worker, but she at least meant well. She just had it easier with her husband, and made a point of giving Stacey unsolicited advice on her marriage. Of course, she was also a Bible-thumper and complained about her husband's resistance to her conversion efforts, so Stacey didn't take her counsel too seriously. Any woman who couldn't see her good fortune in marrying someone like Don, without trying to change him, clearly had problems. Sure, he wasn't perfect, but his dislike of organized religion was hardly something that would bother Stacey. Apparently, however, fundamentalists had their own take on such things.

"I'm fine, Cheryl. I just lost track of time and need to catch up on my work," Stacey responded. She was scarcely in the mood for another sermon.

Stacey's body went back to work, but her mind quickly returned to her lust for Leo. She started thinking about fucking him at work, in his car, in her car, and at his house. She wanted him to fuck her on his bed and then pound Suzanne afterward, with her unaware that his cock had just been washed after screwing another woman. Of course, she doubted that Leo and Suzanne even had sex very much anymore, given how much of a chore the woman made it seem to do it once in a while.

Thoughts of sex with Leo on her own bed also excited Stacey. The idea that Walter, in his drunken state, might not even notice that she had gotten on all fours for another man and climaxed in their bedroom, was a fantasy that gave her a kind of vindictive thrill. Part of her even craved the prospect of carrying Leo's baby, which Walter would have to know couldn't be his, because he never slept with her these days. She longed to go to work and display her pregnant belly to Suzanne, without even pretending that Leo's seed was not responsible for her condition.

She was still not confident enough to act on her impulses, however. She didn't want to destroy any chance that Walter might become more open-minded and she could even have an open marriage. She still loved Walter, after all. Despite his neglect of her, despite his prudery, despite her increasing frustration, and despite his alcoholism, she loved her husband. She had a hard time with the actual deed of infidelity. Breaking her wedding vows was a step she evaded so far. She tried to be content with daydreams, at least for now.

A variety of scenarios whereby Stacey could act on them definitely occurred to her frequently, but she continued to reject them in the end. Her ethics or conscience, most likely, kept her from sleeping around behind her husband's back, no matter how much the idea appealed to her in hornier moments.

When she got fed up, she would probably just leave the man, but she didn't want to do even that. She wanted Walter to become sober first. Hopefully, once he got free of liquor, she could work on getting wilder in their sex life. That, of course, required them to actually have a sex life again. At the moment, she considered it a slim chance, but she was willing to hold out longer for it.

"Well, I'm glad about that, Stacey. So, do you and Walter want to go to church next Sunday? My church has a great couples program. We have a marriage seminar coming up too," the blonde tried to sell her local congregation again.

"I'll let you know if we decide to attend. How does that sound?" Stacey avoided the issue, wanting to let her co-worker down easy.

The last thing that she wanted at the moment was to attend a Pentecostal church. What she had heard was more than enough to make her skin crawl. "Speaking in tongues", "prophecy", and "healing" were not her idea of an exciting weekend. Stacey would much rather use her Sundays trying to seduce Walter, even if her efforts were in vain. There was some fun even in the effort and the experience of acting in a sexy manner.

Stacey ignored Cheryl for the rest of the day, and vice versa. She even ignored Suzanne's caustic remarks about how she dressed. Stacey loved to dress in a sexy way, especially of late. It wasn't just to get attention at work. She also hoped that Walter would take a hint. His attitude lately seemed to be that she was no longer sexy, just because she was a mother. She wished that he would think of her as a "MILF".

Such thoughts continued to bother Stacey that evening, as she headed home from work. She had more thoughts, including of a threesome with Walter and Lindsay. Part of her really wanted Walter to ask for something like that, if only so that she would know that he was still interested in sex. The idea that he might view her as a participant in an orgy made her wet. It was too bad that she considered it highly implausible.

Walter didn't seem to remember that she existed half of the time, let alone in an erotic sense. She also felt that it would be nice to experiment with such things. She didn't mind Walter having other women, as long as she knew about them and could have a lover of her own. Unfortunately, his preferred love affair was with alcohol, a far more jealous mistress than any woman could be.

Little did Stacey know that Walter was about to hit rock bottom that night. When she pulled into the driveway, she saw him drinking in front of the house. He had evidently been driving under the influence. Thoughts of sex went out of her head for the moment. She was furious!

"Walter, will you please sober up long enough to get inside the house? By the way, what are you doing home so early?" she demanded, becoming more assertive than usual (she generally took on a more compliant role with people).

"Sorry, Stacey. It was a half-day today. You know how teaching is, faculty senate and all," he pointed out.

"Yes, I know that you're throwing away what little you make on booze! I have no problem with you teaching, Walter, but that's only when you're doing good. That's when it's worth the sacrifice and I find it worth it to be the primary breadwinner. As it is, you're a bad example and you're going to lose that job. Whatever happened to your passion for teaching? Oh, and at this rate, you're not going to be able to your summer job for Dad, either," Stacey snapped at him.

"What, do you think I'm some kind of drunk?" he inquired angrily.

"Yes, as a matter of fact. Lately, in fact, you're a useless one. You haven't even fucked me in weeks," she observed.

"I thought you would be too busy for sex, what with work and motherhood. If you really wanted it, you should have said something. I have been too busy lately. I would have gotten more intimate soon, though," he excused himself.

"Sure, you would. Besides, it's not fun if I have to make all of the moves. I would like you to want it and take some initiative now and then, honey," she complained.

This led to a nasty fight that lasted for hours. By the time it was done, Stacey was glad that it was a Friday. She would need to sleep in the next morning. She was that tired. Naturally, her dreams were of a sex life that she no longer enjoyed.

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This mistress had traveled for work and was out of the country. She missed her boyfriend's birthday but she wanted to make it special for him. So she video chatted with him and she got a little naughty. She undressed, played with her tits, spat on the tits and feet, licked the nipples, sucked her toes and she rubbed and fingered her asshole and her pussy. He loved all he did and he joined her and they jerked off together.

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Lady Kara did not take it kindly when this guy tried to make fun of her. He was a bully and thrived on humiliating others to make himself feel better. She was not one of his usual victims so she humiliated and punished him cruelly. She forced him to lick her spit and drink it too. He was degraded worse than he had ever been humiliated in his life and she made sure he stopped being a bully.

Madame Marissa was bored and was checking out fun stuff to do on the internet when she came across spit fetish. She was so fascinated by it that she decided to try it. She did not have a slave to humiliate so she looked for a loser. She looked for one and she flirted with him and pretended that she wanted to have kinky fun with her but she ended up forcing him to lick and swallow her saliva.

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What had Calvin gotten me into this time Keri was apprehensive but excited as the plane touched down at Savannah airport. Calvin had arranged this weekend at Hilton Head promising 'three days you'll NEVER forget, at a fantasy beach club for the adventurous. The South in August can seem like the hottest and most humid place on Earth. Calvin thus felt a little sorry for his friend Keri. Keri's parent were planning to spend the month touring the Orient and didn't want to leave her alone at their home in upstate New York.

As he waited for Keri to arrive at the airport, he realized he hadn't seen her or her family for over two years. His job at an advertising firm just didn't allow him to take too many trips. He had gone through a long, drawn-out divorce during the past year that had also forced him to stay in South. He hoped he would recognize Keri. He thought of her pretty face and long blonde hair. He had always thought that she was a very beautiful woman.

When Keri came through the gate he instantly recognized her. As she made her way through the crowd his eyes feasted on her. She was wearing an orange dress that ended mid-thigh, which also revealed bared shoulders. Her skin was a deep brown from a summer of tanning, her hair long and blonder than ever, and her lips were full and pretty. His eyes than riveted to her breasts. They had perhaps grown the most since he had last seen her--full-sized, 34 C or D cups, he estimated.

Calvin drove through the gates of a large plantation and stopped in front of a huge mansion house. We carried our bags up the steps and I rang the bell. The door opened and we were greeted by a beautiful girl about Keri's age in a sexy maid's uniform. Calvin told her who we were and she invited us inside. She took us to our suite which was large and nicely furnished with antiques.

"After you've freshened up, please join the other guests for cocktails at the pool." She said then left the room. I watched her walk down the long hall, her firm upturned ass swaying with each step. Keri noticed my fascination with the servant girl.

"Calvin dear, you're drooling. You like them young dont ya Calvin" she teased.

"She does have magnificent legs I'll grant you that, but there will be more than enough of that later and all the more stamina, my dear Keri, all the more stamina..." I replied

Calvin picked a paper off the desk. "This is the agenda for the weekend. This afternoon is the pool party where we can meet the others and get aquainted." He explained that the people who came here were all 'adventurous' in their own way. Some straight, some gay but most were into scenes with both men and women. "You'll see. "It's an opportunity to explore new territory and test your limits a little." Keri was bitting her lower lip in an effort to control her self then her tounge snaked out and licked her lips.

"Mmmmmmmm, sound delightfully delicious" she laughed. "There are a few fantasies I want to act out that I never had the opportunity to do before." she said, with a mischeiveous glint in her eyes.

We went up to the room and and unpacked everything. Keri rub her shoulder and said that someone should redesign those airline seat and make one that a human can sit in comfortably. She said that all that flying in those uncomfortable seats has made havok to her muscles. Me being the quick one one that I am (in more ways than one) walked over to Keri and started massasing her shoulder.

"Oh that feels so good" she moan.

"You know," Calvin said with a sly grin on his face, "it works alot better if I could Massage your skin rather than your clothes. It usally works better that way."

"Oh of course how silly of me" replied Keri. So Keri started to undress her self but I interceded.

"Let me help you with those, you had a long hard day of traveling now its time to relax." Calvin said

While unpacking the clothes earlier Calvin noticed some exotic oils in the bathroom. On the bottle it said "good for baths and/or massages." Well, he thought, I am giving her a massage, he also find a bottle called "Cherry Flavored Love Cream" and he took that also. When he got back to the bedroom he was greeted with a beautiful sight. Keri was laying there on her back on the bed totally nude. God she is gorgeous he thought. He loved how soft and silky smooth her skin looks. How her beautiful sculpted back meets her perfect ass. How her long and lean her legs look and all of it encased in a beautifully golden brown body. He wanted to do more than massage her body.

"Hey are you going to give me a massage or just stand there and hold a bottle while drooling all over the carpet"

Calvin, now broken out of his "contemplation", proceed to do the task at hand.

First opening the bottle and pouring some of the liquid onto his hands and then starting with her neck he gently massaged it, kneeding it caressing it with his strong yet gentle hands feeling the muscles in Keri's neck loosen up.

"Mmmmm" Keri moans. "Boy does that feel soooo good".

Calvin moves his hands from her neck to her shoulders and arms, gently caressing kneeding, massaging all the way. He goes back up and starts on her neck and works downward to the middle of the back. Taking care not to miss any spots. Calvin did the back of her legs with equal care then her round ass. Keri rotated her hips as he kneaded her globes thoroughly. As her fingers worked up Keri's spine to her neck and shoulders her back arched and I heard a satisfied sigh escape her lips.

Calvin told Keri to roll over and licked her nipples. Soon his fingers found her pussy. He lightly stroked her soft furry mound. Just aimlessly moving his fingers over her pussy, between her lips, in her hole, very gently touching her clit.

"Keep working on my pussy. I love having my cunt stroked like that"

Keri began to tingle all over signaling an approaching orgasm. It was a subtle one but it felt real nice. Keri gently rocked her hips and purred as Calvin made her feel wonderful.

"Wait" said Keri. "I have a better Idea, but with this idea you have to take all of your clothes off." Keri grins evilly and in no time yoru clothes are all off and standing before her stark naked. She appraises you approvingly.

"Now come over and give me that bottle of "Cherry Flavored Love Cream" she says.

And with that she takes the love cream and spreads it all over her tits and makes little piles on her nipples then she draws a line down one tit toward the center and up the other one then from the center all the way down her body making a small pile on her belly button and a large pile on her pussy, then she lays down on the bed, spreads her legs wide and says " I'm a Cupcake ! come and eat me!!!!" Yummmmmmm Yum!! That cherry flavored cream mixed with her body is about the best tasting stuff you ever tasted, as you start slurping it off the closest tit until you eat it all up. Then following the line to the other one you keep on licking and sucking. Keri is moaning softly and holding your head with both hands gently caressing you as you go upon your way. She shudders as you reach her belly button and moans a little louder when you continue downward As you get to her pussy she starts to shake gently and finely as you lick the last of the cream from her clit she shivers violently as her orgasm reaches climax, She quickly flips you on your back and starts spreading the cream on you basically the same way it was on her. Only she begins licking and suck.

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My hands slowly wandered across Netori’s body. One article of clothing at a time was stripped from her until her gentle white skin was bare and I could explore her body not just with my hands but with my eyes as well. It was difficult to say which was purer, the infinite whiteness of purgatory, or the smooth, silky skin of Netori’s body. She looked more beautiful than she ever had before. Considering I had Netori’s body where I could touch it, I decided to give her body everything that I had.

Netori wasn’t the kind of girl who would lay back and remain passive, though. She was the kind of girl who gave as much as she got. As soon as she committed to sleeping with me, her hands deftly explored my body as well. My shirt was already off, my pants were unbuckled and threatening to fall to my knees, and my cock was out and in her hand, her fingers gripping it affectionately.

“I’ve wanted to taste your cock for so long.” She purred, looking at my cock with lustful desire painted on her face.

“Well, you’ve put so much work into it with vanity points.” I snickered.

She stuck her tongue out at me and shook her head. “You think a thing like size matters to a goddess like me? I can have whatever I want. I didn’t give you vanity points so you could please me or any other girl for that matter. I gave you the vanity points so that you could grow comfortable with yourself. The first day, I gave myself to you just the way you were, and that will always be the case. I’ll always love you, no matter what.”

“It was just a dream that first time, an illusion.” I snorted.

“Was it?” She snickered. “I wonder…”

“You’re saying we really had sex?”

“Sex… no… if you had penetrated me back then, it might have been a problem. However, that doesn’t mean it wasn’t me. Illusions can take many forms. Perhaps I let you slide it between my legs?”

“Did you?” I asked, gulping as I looked down at the area between her legs; a perfect heart-shaped hole was between her thighs, illuminated by the infinite whiteness beyond.

“I wonder…” She responded, tilting her head.

“You…” I narrowed my eyes. “I’ll make you give me an answer.”

“Rather than wonder what parts were an illusion, and what parts were real…” She offered coyly. “How about you take everything now, and you will know it’s all real?”

“No tricks?” I asked warily.

“I’m not in a mortal vessel anymore. This is a spiritual body. I have it appear like you remember, but in truth, I could wear any face.” Suddenly, her face looked like Kira, then Maria, and then Tiana.

I put my hand on her shoulder. “I want the you I know the most.”

Although Tiana was the mortal vessel of Netorare, who had resembled Netori to the point I once had confused the pair, that was no longer the case. Netorare was Netorare, and Netori was Netori. There was no confusion in my mind anymore. They were completely different women. Netori turned back to the form I was most familiar with, and only then did I gently kiss her lips.

She pulled away and then slowly fell to her knees, her hand stroking down my chest as she lowered herself down. Her other hand continued to move up and down my member, her finger dancing skillfully with the finesse of a goddess. I pulled my head back and moaned as my hands ended up in her silky hair. She didn’t hesitate to open her mouth and take it in.

She may have been a goddess, but that didn’t mean she could just engulf my cock in a single mouthful. She only fit about half the shaft in, but her tongue moved just as skillfully as her hands and moved up and down my shaft pleasurably. Her fingers had moved to my balls, which she stroked lovingly. Her head started bobbing gently back and forth, her lips stroking my dick. Using both of her hands, her lips, and her tongue, she brought me to new sexual heights.

It didn’t take long before my cock was throbbing, feeling the limitations that it couldn’t become even more engorged with blood, such was my excitement. Her lips were soft; her tongue was wet and warm and hit all the best spots. Her fingers were delicate and mischievous, teasing me. I might have been amazed, had I already recalled that she knew all the spots to drive me crazy. After all, I had a similar ability of my own.

Grabbing tightly on her sleek hair, I pulled her head away and then pushed her to the ground. She let out a cry as I pushed her body up and plunged myself between her legs. The sweet taste of her motherhood entered my mouth. I used all of my own skills on her, and soon she was painting as well. She let out light, haggard breaths as my tongue explored the cracks and folds of her nether region.

“N-no… fair…” She panted, grabbing tightly in my hair as she started letting out cute moans. “You’ve gotten too good.”

I chuckled. “Couldn’t I say the same about you?”

“You… I can’t take it anymore. Just put it inside me.” She moaned, writhing erotically.

Her words were never sweeter, so I lined up my cock. I was already as aroused as I had ever been, and she was wet and excited. I had wondered if the experience would feel different, considering neither of us existed within our mortal bodies. I was a spirit on my way through purgatory, and she was a goddess trapped there, yet the feeling and experience were just about the same. With a thrust, I pushed myself inside her.

“Ahhhn!” She cried out, her nails scratching my back as I plunged in deeply.

Netori was an animated girl, and even with me on top, she didn’t sit back and take it passively. Her hips rotated and gyrated as I thrust into her, adding to the overall pleasure for both of us. Her hands clung to me, and for every inch of her body I explored, she took an inch of mine. We were two thieves, stealing pleasure and delight from each other, and delivering it just the same.

Our lips met again, and her tongue darted playfully around my mouth. She was always teasing, always testing my boundaries. If I didn’t remain vigilant, I’d become lost in her at any moment. Our bodies continued to move, almost like a single unit, a writhing mass of flesh and sex in a sea of white. As waves of pleasure shot from my toes to my head, I continued to increase the pace. As I moved faster, so did she.

“Ahh! Ahh! Yes! Yes!” She cried out into the endless void.

There was no echo, and I couldn’t tell how far our voices could travel, but the only noise was the sound of our bodies and our moans. No, the only thing around us was our bodies. Netori was the only thing in my world, and I was the only thing in hers. It wasn’t even a matter of ignoring the world around us. There simply wasn’t a world around us. We were the world. We were the only thing. We were everything.

“Ah… I-I’m cumming! Hakaru… make me cum!”

Netori didn’t play games or mince her words. When she was close, she wanted me to finish her. I picked up the pace, my balls slapping against her skin with each rough thrust. Even as hard as I was going, Netori lifted her hips, pushing against my cock to slide it in a little deeper and make it penetrate her a little faster. As she climaxed, I could feel a sudden flow of energy. As her pussy tightened around my cock like a vice, her entire body became less corporeal. I started to slow down.

“D-don’t stop! Keep going!” She moaned.

As if to support her own words, her hips wildly started humping my cock, savagely stretching against the muscles of her climaxing pussy forcefully. Liquid squirted out wetly as she came all over my cock, but even then, she didn’t stop. I recovered my own pace, determining to leave a piece of myself inside her before she was gone completely. Her body was slightly transparent, as in I could see the whiteness beyond through her.

As that happened, the closeness between us grew. I could feel her love, her mind, her emotions, all flooding into my body along with vitality and strength. Netori was becoming a part of me, and also a part of the sisters inside her. As we became one, so did she.

At this point, my hips were moving at a blazing rate. Even as Netori grew weaker and weaker, she tried to keep up, tried to fuck herself into oblivion. Her tongue was loose now, and freely let out cries of ecstasy, as the orgasm she had started became a continuous wave of pleasure. Even as she sacrificed everything left of her soul, she could only feel delight and contentment.

“Hakaru!” She gasped loudly. “I love you! I’ve always loved you!”

“Netori… you’re mine! Always!” I said back, kissing her roughly as I slammed my balls as deep into her as they could go, even lifting up her hips to drive them deep into her womb.

At that point, I started cumming, releasing hot seed deep inside her. Netori, who was still climaxing herself, began to shake and spasm as the feel of the heat inside her and the throbbing cock deep inside became too much to bear. More power flowed in, waves and waves of it. It was an unceasing storm. My lips connected with Netori’s. We looked into each other’s eyes. She faded away.

The storm inside me stopped as quickly as it started. I was lying in purgatory, completely alone. Even the seed I had just planted inside her had disappeared. The only thing left was a splattering of her own sex on the floor that dripped down as she came. The writhing energy inside me stopped coming, but I felt bloated like I had more energy than I knew what to do with.

My cock finally softened. My breathing returned to normal. Netori was gone. I sat there on my knees amongst a sea of infinite white for I didn’t know how long. Time in this world wasn’t like time in the mortal world. I could have been there for five minutes. I could have been there for a hundred years. The clock didn’t move, and neither did I. I was waiting for something, although if I was asked what, it’d be difficult to give an answer.

Naturally, I was waiting for Netori to return, along with Netorase, and Netorare. Yet, as time drifted by, there was no change. All that was there was me, feeling fattened with an energy I didn’t understand. I lowered my eyes. My hands tightened in aggravation. If it ended like this… if the process to put her back together failed, then all of this had been for nothing. Even if I became a god eventually, I wouldn’t want it without her by my side.

Was my body not a good enough vessel? Had I not gained enough NTR points? Were there too many leaks to patch? All of these fears went through my head, yet still, I waited. Just as I had enough and went to stand up, did I feel a sudden pain explode in my stomach.

“Ahhhh!” I screamed as I collapsed back down onto the white floor.

Energy began to flow out of me at an alarming rate. If Netori’s power had been a waterfall, then the power now was like an avalanche. It was a natural disaster, and my only option was to hold on and hope. Once again, time seemed to move by agonizingly slow. All I could feel was pain and loss. Energy left like a deflating balloon, yet I couldn’t lose consciousness. Time passed by, and it wasn’t clear whether it had been days, or minutes.

At this point, I became vaguely aware of a figure growing in front of me. It was a bright light of pure energy. It burned my eyes, but I couldn’t look away. When the last drop finally left me, the pain subsided, only to be replaced by a sudden pressure pushing me down. I felt like I was about to be flattened by something far more powerful than myself. That feeling went away quickly, ending as the very ground of purgatory trembled as if speaking out in protest over what was happening within it.

When the bright lights, the trembles, the pain, and the pressure all finally disappeared, I was left on the ground, gasping for breath. I was slightly surprised I was still alive. I was alive, and I had my wits about me. At that point, a flutter of white, seemingly whiter than even purgatory, caught my vision. I looked up to see a mysterious girl standing there. I didn’t recognize this woman at all, and yet I did as well. Her face was never a face I had seen, and yet I knew instinctively.

She was a stunning beauty, with long black hair, perfectly white skin, and a slender, yet curvy body. She was at the same level of beauty as marriage, perhaps even more beautiful. As for the three sisters, she was a step above all of them, but perhaps that was because she was all of them.

“Hello, Hakaru.” She said in a silky voice. “I’m glad we could finally meet. I am the goddess of sexual affairs. You can call me NTR.”

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Calista's Dungeon Ch. 28

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Calista glanced at her appointments schedule for the day. Two new male submissives had been referred to her by the owner of the BDSM Club. Neither one knew the other and both were bisexual and wanted to be trained together with another bisexual male. She called for her live-in slaves to advise them that she may decide to include them in today's session. Beth and Ella left to prepare the Dungeon, while Bruno and Eric attended to their normal duties until their Mistress decided whether to call them to serve or to help her. The new 'client' dossiers revealed that neither of the new submissives specified limits nor did they request a 'safe word'. Calista closed the 'client' folders; stripped naked then wrapped herself in her black and red silk robe.

The door bell of the Tower Dungeon entrance rang. Ella announced that she would answer the door. She opened the door to find the new submissives naked and kneeling, as directed in the instructions they each had received. Both submissives thought that Ella was Mistress Calista and the greeted her saying, 'Hello Mistress Calista'. Ella advised them that she was not their Mistress, but instead her Mistress's live-in slave girl. She told them to crawl into the ante room and await the arrival of their Mistress, on their hands and knees. The new submissives marveled as they gazed at Ella's supple form, blue eyes, with blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, and her very shapely naked fully shaved body. She measured five feet, six inches tall and appeared to be in her late twenties. Her breasts were nearly thirty six with a C cup, well shaped, with no discernable sag and hard erect nipples. The new submissives' arousal was evident as their cocks engorged to splendid hardons.

Beth was twenty five years old, had dark eyes that sometimes appeared to be black, weighed one hundred and twenty pounds and was five feet five inches tall. She wore her jet black hair straight which fell to the center of her back. Her breasts were wonderfully shaped with areolas the size of fifty cent coins with nipples that seemed to always stay hard. Both submissives' cocks seemed to get even harder as they gazed at Beth's beautifully shaped and fully shaved body. Beth entered the ante room naked, carrying a Y chain leash. Attached to the tops of the Y shaped chain leash were two small half inch wide leather collars. Ella told the male slaves to rise up on their knees and identify themselves.

The dark haired submissive spoke first, announcing that his name was Reggie. He was twenty five years old, about five feet eleven inches tall, weighed one hundred ninety pounds, had average body hair with unshaved genitals. His cock was six plus inches long, nearly one and a half inches thick, uncircumcised and he had a virgin ass-hole. The other submissive identified himself as Tommy. He was thirty years old, six feet tall, weighed two hundred pounds, with thinning brown hair and fully shaved below his neck. He had a seven inch uncircumcised cock, nearly two inches thick, and a non virgin asshole from serving a prior Domme. Ella placed one of the small half inch wide leather collars tightly around the base of Reggie's average sized balls, and secured it. Beth did the same to Tommy's larger, heavier set of balls.

Mistress Calista watched and listened to the submissives on the closed circuit TV from the ante room area. She strode into the ante room haughtily, clothed only in her black silk cloak with a red silk interior. Both Ella and Beth kneeled on either side of their Mistress. Each, in turn, kissed then drew their tongues through Calista's moist slit, from the bottom of her cunt up and over her clitoris, in homage to their Mistress. Both gazed at the floor as Ella held the leash up so Mistress Calista could take it from her. The two male submissives mimicked Ella and Beth as they too looked down at the floor as Mistress examined them. Calista removed her cloak to stand naked. She told the slave girls to hurry up the stone steps to the Dungeon. They swiftly kissed her moist cunt again and hurried up the steps to the Tower Dungeon.

"Look at me," Calista commanded the two male submissives. They looked up to gaze at her five foot, five inch tall supple body at one hundred twenty five pounds, with barely thirty two B small titties, hard erect nipples, shaved pussy, a long clit and a tight firm ass. They both looked up at their Mistress and they salivated upon gazing at her beauty while their cocks oozed precum. Neither of them expected their new Mistress to be as young and beautiful as Calista. They had not expected her to be naked so soon in their first meeting, either. Calista commanded them to each crawl forward on their knees and pay homage to their Mistress. Each submissive, in turn, kissed then drew his tongue through Calista's moist slit, from the bottom of her cunt up and over her clitoris one time, just as the slave girls had done. Calista's body trembled with lust as the slave tongues bathed in her nectar.

Holding the leash, Calista pulled it hard causing her new subs to groan at the sudden pain in their balls. She whirled around and pulled them by their balls as she began to climb the stone staircase that led to the Tower Dungeon. The sub's crawled on their hands and knees trying desperately to keep up with their Mistress as they followed her up the stone steps. At the top, Calista stopped outside the heavy oak door and knocked one time. Ella opened the door wide as Calista strode through painfully pulling her new subs by their balls into her Dungeon. They groaned from the pain she caused them as she deliberately jerked the leash hard. Inside, Calista lead them to a long two part padded bench, where her slave girls removed the small leather collars from their balls. Their Mistress directed them to get on the bench on their backs with their heads on the pillows at opposite ends of the bench. Calista's slave girls arranged the male sub's legs so one leg was under the others leg and the other leg over the others.

The slave girl's locked Reggie's and Tommy's wrists to manacles at the ends of the bench. Next, the girls urged the male slaves to scoot backwards towards each other, until their asscheeks touched one another's. Just below their balls between them was a wooden board with hasp and padlock fixed upon it. Mistress Calista bent over the males holding a pair of small pair of handcuffs, joined by a short chain. She tightly locked the handcuffs around the base of each slave's balls, joining them together by their balls. The final restraint was the hasp and padlock that fit over the chain of the handcuffs to prevent the slaves from getting up. "Now, sluts," Calista told them, "you are totally restrained, helpless, exposed, naked and vulnerable to my whims and perversions!" Fear suddenly swept through the male slaves minds as evidenced by the look of terror in their eyes and the softening of their hardons.

Calista nodded to Ella and Beth. The slave girls immediately kneeled by the bench and took their softening cocks into their mouths to restore their hardons. They sucked their cocks greedily and soon had resurrected their splendid hardons. The slave girls quickly straddled the male slaves' hips, facing one another, while their pussys hovered over the hard erect cocks. Each slave girl grasped the hardon underneath her pussy, placed it between her cuntlips. Then and in a single thrust impaled herself on a cock. They moaned with pleasure as the hardons filled their cunts. Both slave girls started to rise and fall on the marvelous cocks embedded in their delightful cunts. The two women began to play with each others clitoris while they licked and sucked at each others nipples, pausing often to kiss one another deeply. Calista activated a hidden motor in the bench that slowly began to move the two parts of the bench apart, to pull and stretch the males' balls.

The males yelped and groaned as the bench stretched their balls apart while the slave girls fucked themselves on their cocks. The pleasure from the girls fucking them, kept their cocks hard, but the pain at their balls slowed their willingness to cum. When the men became used to their balls being stretched, the pain at their balls subsided, only to be renewed by Calista as she drew the bench further apart. The men groaned from the pain, but relished the feelings in their cocks as the girls fucked them. Ella and Beth, unrestrained from cumming, moaned constantly from pleasure and sporadically convulsed in spectacular orgasms. They pulled and stretched each others nipples and kissed frequently while they fucked themselves. When they sensed that the males were approaching orgasms they each turned around to face their 'lovers'. They continued to fuck them, but bent over to slap the males' faces with their breasts in an effort to drive them towards orgasm.

Mistress Calista told the girls to pause fucking the male submissives and lift up slightly from the cocks impaling them. As the girls lifted their bodies, exposing the base of the males' cocks, Calista tied a rawhide cord tightly around the base of each cock. The rawhide formed a tight cock ring around each cock and would serve to prevent the males from cumming and from losing their hardons. The girls resumed fucking the now 'permanent' hardons that impaled them, while the male slaves groaned as their ability to cum was denied. Ella and Beth happily fucked themselves to multiple orgasms on the never ending hardons they rode. Calista knew that the girls' cunt juices would wet the rawhide and cause it to shrink as it dried, thus increasing the males 'pleasure'. The men groaned with discomfort from this new torment and began to grunt from the added pain. Calista moved the bench further apart again painfully stretching their balls even more.

Finally, the girls signaled Calista that they could cum no more and were approaching sensory overload from their repetitive orgasms. Calista nodded to them and they rose up a little to let Calista untie the rawhide cock rings then resumed fucking their respective male slave. Both males cried out nearly at the same time as their intensely sensitive cocks erupted in massive orgasms. The spewed their thick, pearly, gooey cum deep into the pussys of the slave girls perched on their cocks. Their balls further pained them severely as they tried to draw up tight, but the taut handcuffs prevented it. Both men's balls were completely drained of their seed as they filled the girls' pussy's to the brim with cum. They moaned and wailed at the pain in their balls as they spurted huge ropes of thick cum into the girls' cunts. Both cocks began to wilt as they stopped spurting and rapidly became flaccid while still in their cunt 'prisons'.

Just like they were trained to do, the slave girls reached under themselves to seal their cuntlips with their fingers around the cocks still partially inside them. This prevented the cum from leaking out of their pussys as they rose up to exchange fuck partners and straddle the males heads with their thighs. Calista ordered the male slaves to open their mouths wide to receive the girls' offerings. Both males tried to protest their Mistress's command to suck the other males cum from Ella and Beth. Calista smiled wickedly and pressed her remote control to move the parts of the bench even further away, causing both males to wail from the severe pain. As the males wailed in pain, the girls lowered pussys, filled with cum, onto the males' mouths. They squeezed their pussy muscles and expelled the cum inside them. Both Reggie and Tommy were resigned to their fate as their mouths filled with the other mans' cum.

The girls gripped each mans' head with their thighs then sealed off their nostrils to make them breathe through their mouths. Each time either Reggie or Tommy breathed; Ella or Beth squirted more cum into their mouths. Finally, each of the males relented and sucked the pussy on their mouth free of cum, relishing their 'cream pies' delightfully. Both girls experienced another magnificent orgasm as they sat on the male's faces to be cleansed. The girls lay on the males' chest to rest until they recovered. Finally, both Ella and Beth recovered sufficiently to dismount from the male slaves' faces and return to kneel by their Mistress. Calista bent to kiss Ella then Beth, tenderly on their lips and whisper how proud she was of both of them. Further, she told them they were free to leave or remain in the Dungeon as they wished. Both chose to stay and watch; or to help again if Mistress willed it so.

Calista nodded then asked the girls to release Reggie's and Tommy's wrists and feet from the restraints on the bench, but to leave the handcuffs on their balls in place. She turned to her new male subs and told them, "Each of you slowly turn over onto your hands and knees on the bench. Be careful and don't fall from the bench or you may just lose your balls. Your weight and the handcuffs on your balls may just tear your balls from your bodies." She grinned wickedly at both of them, as they struggled with how to accomplish turning over. Shaking her head, Calista added, "Why is it that I seem to always get the stupid male slaves," she wondered aloud. "Only one of you move first," she instructed them. Reggie went first, but even with only one of them moving, their balls still suffered great pain when they twisted in the handcuffs. He completed the move to be followed by Tommy and they both ended up on their hands and knees; their asses against each other's ass and their balls still held captive by the handcuffs.

Calista ordered Ella and Beth to place the males' wrists and legs in the manacles again. Again, the male slaves' wondered what torments their Mistress had in store for them. When the two of them were fully restrained once more, Calista removed the handcuffs from their balls. Reggie and Tommy both of them sighed a long sigh of relief when the handcuffs were removed from their balls. Calista moved to her Implements and Toys table to select an eighteen inch double headed dildo then returned to her slaves. She inserted each end of the two headed dildo into her precious pussy and lubricated the dildo with her own cunt juices. Calista collected some residual cum from their spent cocks and spread it all over their assholes. They groaned in unison as they looked with fear at the long two headed dildo that Calista showed them.

Realizing what Mistress intended to do with the dildo, they began beg and cry in protest. Calista ignored their pleas for mercy and proceeded to place the dildo into their assholes. She rocked Reggie forward on his hands and knees then placed the tip of the fake cockhead on his pinkish brown, tight asshole. Calista pushed the dildo and it began to enter Reggie's asshole, stretching it painfully. His sphincter resisted and the pain increased while Mistress Calista ordered him to relax. Calista ignored his cries to stop and increased the pressure until his sphincter surrendered. His sphincter parted to admit the bulbous fake cockhead. Now it was Tommy's turn. He too protested, but it did no good as Calista forced the dildo through his resisting sphincter and into his asshole. Finally, she maneuvered the flexible dildo inside both of their assholes as they groaned and protested.

Calista turned on the built in vibrator and fucking mechanism of the dildo, then sat down to watch her new subs enjoy her new specially built toy. A small wire was plugged into the center of the dildo and ran down into the padded bench. Underneath the bench was a compact generator that would deliver an electric jolt to the wearers of the dildo. The electric charge was insufficient to hurt them, but effective enough to cause the recipients sudden pain in their bowels, cocks and balls. Mistress Calista held the remote control for the electric device in her hand, unseen. She picked up a small silver bell and rang it. A few moments later, her two male live-in slaves and body guards, Bruno and Eric, entered the Dungeon naked with their large hardons swaying as they walked. Reggie and Tommy watched them intently as they kneeled to kiss and lick their Mistress's pussy to pay homage to her. They each took up a kneeling position in front of the two restrained submissives and waited for instructions.

"Slaves Reggie and Tommy," Calista began, "these are my male live-n slaves. The excellent blond specimen is Eric and the dark haired hunk of a man is Bruno. You may now beg Eric and Bruno to allow you to suck their beautiful cocks, cum in your mouths and be permitted to swallow their cum." Both of the submissives were visibly shaken at the sight of the two Adonis's, their oiled bodies shining as they knelt. Neither Reggie nor Tommy spoke as they looked at Calista, their eyes seeking mercy. "I shall not ask you again. Instead I will prod you for obedience and if you refuse you can expect the prodding will continue indefinitely," she told them. The submissives, unaware of the generator wired to their dildo, remained silent. Mistress Calista grinned wickedly then pushed the button on her remote control. The electric current painfully jolted through the restrained subs bowels, cocks and balls for several seconds. They screamed throughout their electrifying experience.

Calista stopped the current and both subs cried out for 'mercy'. "Mercy?" she questioned their request, "That word is not in my lexicon, sluts!" Their eyes reflected their total fear of their Mistress as she feigned pressing the remote button again. They both shouted that they would obey and Calista sat back to wait for their compliance.

"Please, Eric, let me suck your cock until you cum in my mouth and allow me to swallow your cum," Tommy begged Eric. Reggie offered the same plea to Bruno. Calista's kneeling male slaves rose to their feet, stepped closer to the restrained subs to rub their cocks over their respective faces. Both Eric and Bruno's cocks were oozing thick clear precum which they deposited on the subs lips, cheeks, eyelids and noses. Tommy opened his mouth and Eric drew back his ample foreskin as he slipped his massive cock into Tommy's mouth. Gliding his huge eight inch cock over Tommy's tongue, Eric stopped his cockhead just before it entered the subs throat. Reggie similarly opened his mouth wide as Bruno slid his huge hardon into Reggie's mouth until his cockhead too, barely entered the submissives throat.

Both submissives knew that knew that if they failed to suck the cocks in their mouths; Mistress Calista would punish them severely with her electrified dildo. Bruno slowly pulled his abundant foreskin back to rest his velvety uncovered cockhead on Reggie's tongue. Swirling his tongue all around Bruno's cockshaft, Reggie sealed his lips tightly on the huge cock in his mouth. Bruno drew his cock back slowly while Reggie slathered it with his tongue. He licked the sensitive spot just below the cleft of Bruno's cockhead. Bruno moaned with pleasure as he slowly fucked Reggie's mouth with his massive cock. Eric repeated the moves on Tommy that Bruno used on Reggie. All four moaned with pleasure as Calista's live-in slaves fucked the subs mouths. The two bi-curious subs had wanted to experience bisexuality and now eagerly accepted the two huge cocks they sucked.

Eric and Bruno established a rhythm of thrusting inward, which forced the two subs to back into one another; forcing the dildo deeper into their assholes. Every so often, Eric and Bruno would slide their cockheads into their cocksuckers' throats. Initially, both submissives gagged when the huge cockheads entered their throats. But, after a few deep throat thrusts they accepted the cocks deep into their throats, relishing the experience. As the two subs happily sucked the live-in slaves' cocks they swirled their tongues over the sensitive spots to enhance Eric and Bruno's pleasure. Reggie and Tommy happily enjoyed Eric and Bruno's balls as they slapped hard against their chins. Their pleasure increased when they tasted the thick salty sweet precum that seemed to pour from the cocks they sucked.

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