tagNonConsent/ReluctanceLet the Music Play Ch. 01

Let the Music Play Ch. 01

Lacy Stanton belted out the final note of her solo and slowly sashayed toward the choir stand behind her. The director had warned her before about showboating, but she was really just enjoying the music and the crowd who had gathered to watch the rehearsal in the university's music room. She loved swaying her wide black hips as her large 36DD breasts bounced seductively. She knew she was beautiful. Plenty of men at her college had told her she had full sensuous lips and bedroom eyes, and that they wanted to fuck her. But she wasn't interested in sex. She wanted to SING!

The choir launched into the next song that included dance moves Lacy didn't know. She hadn't learned them yet but her pride wouldn't allow her to squirm off to the side. Instead, she attempted to dance along. The crowd cheered, and she relished the attention. All her life, she'd wanted to be on stage and her dreams were finally coming true at the tender age of nineteen.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mr. Freeman, the choir director, shouted over the music.

"Performing!" she yelled back.

"Get off my stage!"

Lacy's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the public rebuke. Who did he think he was talking to her like that? Freakin' old man.

Okay, he wasn't that old. Mid-thirties, she'd guess. Towering above six feet with smooth dark skin, he was the fantasy of most of the women in the school. But he and Lacy had never gotten along.

Mr. Freeman signaled the choir to stop. "That's it for the day. Lacy, I'd like to see you in my office.

Yeah, right! Lacy stalked off in the opposite direction but before she could take three full steps, a hand gripped her arm so hard she cried out.

"I said I want to see you in my office," Mr. Freeman whispered in a menacing tone.

He steered her down the hallway as the other students stared in surprise. As Mr. Freeman stormed into his office, he pushed Lacy so hard she fell onto the black futon pushed against the wall. Her head plowed into the metal arm and her vision blurred. As she squeezed her eyes closed to clear her vision, she heard the door slam, the lock click, and the swishing sound of blinds being closed.

Before she could get her bearings, he snatched her up by her arm and tossed her onto her back, trapping one leg against the cold, hard metal as he dropped to his knees and covered her mouth with his hand. "You play too much. Anyone ever told you that?

Stunned, it took Lacy another few seconds for the full impact of her position to hit her. She began to struggle. Pushing at his chest with both arms, she screamed into his hand.

Mr. Freeman laughed. "No one can hear you. Besides, who would come to your rescue, you little bitch? No one likes you."

Tears began to leak out of the corners of Lacy's eyes. For the first time since she'd left home, she was really scared. Even when her mother's drunken boyfriends had stumbled into Lacy's room, she had never feared them, believing that her mother would protect her.

Until Mr. David...

"Did I hurt your feelings, little girl? Maybe if you were nice people would like you. You're a stuck-up, smartass bitch, and I'm sick of your attitude. And the worse part of it is you're no better than any of the other students. You're the product of a poor, single, teenage mother who probably whored herself the way you do."

Lacy froze, caught off guard by the accuracy of his statement—as least what he'd said about her mother. Lacy was far from a whore. But how did Mr. Freemen know about her mother? And did he know about Mr. David, the things he'd made her do?

"Surprised?" Mr. Freeman asked sarcastically. "Yeah, I did a little research."

Lacy began struggling again, her fear growing in spades. She'd never seen Mr. Freeman so angry, and didn't know what he would do.

She saw his eyes drop to her breasts. They were rising and falling hectically, nearly popping through her white top. None of her clothes were revealing but in this position, her breasts were pushed up enticingly.

Using his free hand, he flicked the first button free. "How many men have sucked these sweet things, I wonder," he murmured, his voice deepening with desire. The second and third buttons popped free with her struggle, revealing a pink bra that barely contained her breasts.

Mr. Freeman tugged her breasts free and drew one of the silky buds into his mouth. Lacy's tears flowed faster as she pleaded into his hand to stop. "Please stop," she cried, though the words were muffled.

His touch was electric, instantly flooding her body with heat.

He switched to the other breast, his touch gentle despite his harsh words. Her pussy tingled, grew heavy with need, and shame washed over her.

"You slut!" she could hear her mother screaming. "You want to play with fire? I'll let you get burned," she'd threatened when she'd found Mr. David in Lacy's room jerking off, as she'd stood frozen in fear. "You better do whatever David says. Please him and he won't hurt you. Too much."

With that, her mother had slammed out of Lacy's room, leaving her alone with Mr. David and his sadistic grin.

Mr. Freeman's fingers trailed across Lacy's flat belly to the edge of her blue jean miniskirt. She froze as her gaze flew to his. Oh, God. What was he going to do to her? Maybe if she didn't fight him, he would stop. He didn't like it when she was defiant, right?

Lacy forced her body to relax, and she watched for his reaction. At nineteen, she'd only been with two men and neither of them willingly.

Mr. Freeman smiled. "That's my girl. You like this, don't you?"

No! she screamed silently, afraid that if she spoke the word out loud, he'd become angry and determined to prove her wrong.

His fingers slipped beneath the edge of her panties and liquid warmth began to spread out from her lower belly. "You are so beautiful," he whispered. "I like how your body responds to me. Watch this." His fingers strummed her clit and her body automatically arched against his hand. "See? Your body likes this."

Lacy closed her eyes in confusion and shame. How could she like being touched by Mr. Freeman? She hated him. He pressed his thumb to her center and her legs fell open as much as her pinned position would allow. His laughter echoed in her ears and she cringed with embarrassment. He moved his finger against her clit in a circular motion as he slowly and deliberately pressed two fingers into her pussy. Her breath caught in her throat as she forced herself to lie perfectly still.

"You're wet, you little whore." Mr. Freeman rubbed his thumb over her lips, forcing her to smell and taste her own juices. The scent of sex filled her nostrils and she inhaled deeply, her body skyrocketing toward an orgasm.

Fresh tears spurted into Lacy's eyes as she lay on the sofa, her top open and her legs spread wide. Her body burned with desire but she refused to cum. He couldn't get away with this, could he? But how could she stop him?

"You fuckin' whore," he whispered in her ear. "You're a slut. You like being fucked, don't you? You want me to take you right now, you dirty little whore." He pushed his thumb into her mouth and she sucked greedily, unable to resist. I bet you'd suck my dick right now if I told you to, wouldn't you? You want to touch it, taste my cum in your mouth don't you?"

He pressed his thumb to her pulsing pussy again and she ground against him, trying to draw him into her. She felt the pressure building in her lower belly and moaned as she neared her release. Laughing, Mr. Freeman snatched his hand away, leaving her grinding the air. He turned away from her but not before she saw the bulge in his pants. "I'll see you tomorrow at practice," he told her, standing.

Her burgeoning orgasm died instantly and gripped by an almost painful need to cum, a deep guttural groan tore from her throat. Mortified, Lacy jumped up and ran out of the room. She didn't stop running until she reached her dorm room. Hot and sweaty, she grabbed her bath items and headed for a shower. Her eyes darted around the room as she practically ripped her clothes off. The room was empty. Flipping the left lever, she stepped beneath the spray and shivered as cold water met hot flesh.

How could she have done that? She was not a whore. Mr. David had made her do those bad things, telling her she was just like her mother. But she wasn't! So many men had come through their door until Lacy had stopped counting. She would hear them grunting like animals and had come to hate the sound.

None of them had tried to touch her, because she had been a late bloomer. Her breast hadn't filled a C cup until she was sixteen. It was during her senior year that her mother had brought Mr. David home. By Prom, she'd become so afraid of him that she'd told her boyfriend about what he was doing to her. Instead of helping her, he had threatened to tell everyone if she didn't do whatever he said.

Hating herself, she'd submitted to both men until she ran away the day after graduation.

And now she'd almost cum for Mr. Freeman.

Tears welled in Lacy's eyes again and she covered her face with her hands. Sliding down the wall, she crouched on the floor, her shoulders shaking with the force of her tears.

Lacy woke the next morning determined to skip practice. She wouldn't go back at all, except that the ensemble was a requirement. They were preparing for a big competition at a rival college in three weeks but she couldn't face Mr. Freeman or the other choir members.

She avoided common areas; afraid she'd run into him. When she entered her English class, a couple of the choir members whispered something to each other and snickered. Embarrassed, Lacy scampered to a chair on the other side of the classroom. Why were they laughing? Did they know what had happened between her and Mr. Freeman? Were they calling her a slut, too?

Lacy looked up and saw Emily, a senior who sang alto. Lacy didn't really know her, but the rumor was she was a dyke. Lacy smiled as Emily approached. "Hi, Lacy. Changing seats?" she asked with a wry glance at the other girls. "Ignore them. They're what I call mean girls."

Lacy didn't respond, too ashamed. Truth was she'd had a part in spreading the rumor about Emily, too.

Emily sat next to her. "You okay?"

Lacy tucked her hair behind her ear. "Yeah. I...the sun's bright over there...hurting my eyes."

The professor began the day's lecture but Lacy couldn't concentrate and as soon as he finished, she hurried out of the classroom. She just wanted to get back to her dorm room and hide under the covers.

"Hey, Lacy!" Emily called.

Lacy started to ignore her but finally stopped and turned.

Emily jogged up to her. "Girl, you were moving fast. Aren't you going to practice?"

"No, I'm not feeling well. I thought I'd lay down a while."

Emily glanced around them before leaning forward. "Listen, don't let that little spat between you and Mr. Freeman interfere with your education. You two have scuffled before. I'm sure he's forgotten it."

Emily squeezed her arm reassuringly before leaving.

Lacy slowly made her way across campus, lost in thought. Yes, she and Mr. Freeman had had their disagreements, but he'd never touched her before. Still, she couldn't quit the ensemble, or college. If she left school, she'd have no choice but to crawl back to her mother who had already told her it would be best if she not return. Her latest lover wasn't into raising another man's kid, she'd told Lacy.

Realizing she had no other choice, Lacy glanced at her watch before hurrying toward the choir room. Once there, she paused outside the room to gather her courage. Would Mr. Freeman humiliate her in front of the choir again? She didn't know the dance moves because she'd skipped the two-day choir workshop last week due to limited finances, though she'd never admit that out loud. She'd flippantly told those who asked that she had already made other plans.

Lacy took a deep breath and opened the door. They were warming up but stopped when she entered the room. Mr. Freeman didn't even look at her. "You're late."

"I—I'm sorry, Mr. Freeman. I was on the other side of campus." Lacy noticed the various reactions of the choir members, from wide-eyed stares to suppressed grins. The two girls from class gave each other knowing looks.

"Do you have something to say to your fellow choir members?"

Lacy's cheeks flared with heat as her eyes lowered in anger and embarrassment. Why was he doing this to her? "I apologize for being late."

He turned to her, his gaze narrowed. "Anything else?"

She could tell by the firm set of his mouth that he hadn't forgotten anything that happened yesterday. "I'm sorry for my behavior yesterday. I promise it won't happen again."

"Thank you, Ms. Stanton. Please wait for me in my office."

"But—" Lacy broke off, her heart pounding in her chest so hard it hurt. Was he going to touch her again? Afraid a second confrontation in front of the choir would make matters worse she slipped out of the room without another word.

Lacy ran toward the exit and was almost out of the building before she collapsed against the wall, unable to catch her breath. She couldn't go into office but if she didn't go in there, what would he do to her tomorrow?

"Defiant to the end, huh?"

Lacy struggled to catch her breath as she straightened to face Mr. Freeman. She didn't speak as he spun on his heel and headed toward his office. Lacy reluctantly followed him, too afraid to risk further punishment. She stopped inside the door and watched him cross to his desk and began to move objects aside.

"Lock the door."

Lacy's heart dropped to her stomach as she closed the door and turned the lock.

"For the last six months, you've defied and disrespected me at every turn."

His was voice was low, calm, making her desperate pleas sound even more so. "I wasn't late on purpose, Mr. Freeman. I swear."

"Sure you were. You love being the center of attention and all eyes were on you when you entered the room. I told you to wait for me in my office and you disobeyed me. Take off your skirt and panties and bend over the desk."

Lacy jerked back, hitting the door. "W-What?"

"If I have to say it again, I won't be happy."

Lacy swallowed hard, desperate now. What was he going to do to her? "Please, Mr. Freeman. I promise—"

Mr. Freeman unbuckled his belt. "You name the number of lashes. Too low and I double it."

He turned toward her and she quickly lowered her eyes to the floor, afraid to meet his gaze. Walking over to the desk, she eased her skirt and panties down her legs until they were low enough for her to step out. Even though her eyes were cast down, she could feel Mr. Freeman's stare sear her private area. She kept her hair neatly trimmed, even though she knew going bald was popular these days.

Tears burned Lacy's eyes but she refused to let them fall. "Fifteen," she said, praying it was enough.

He didn't respond, and she bent over the desk. The cold metal edge dug into her thighs as her breasts flattened against the cool top. Her nipples tightened immediately on contact, and she closed her eyes at the sensual sensation.

She didn't understand why Mr. Freeman was doing this to her. What had she done to deserve this?

The first strike jolted her, and she clenched her body in pain. By the third smack, she was silently crying into her hands, too afraid to cry out in case Mr. Freeman would punish her like Mr. David had. Mr. David had enjoyed hurting her and making her cry.

With each forced grind of her pelvis onto the desk, Lacy felt warm liquid pool and spread across her thighs. She could smell her sex and the scent was like an aphrodisiac. Her body quivered with the need to cum.

Suddenly, she realized that Mr. Freeman had stopped. Exhausted, and too afraid to move, she lay there as she heard him move around the desk and rummage through a drawer. He moved back to his position behind her and she braced herself for another slap of the belt. Instead, she felt a stream of cool liquid on her skin and then his fingers as he began massaging.

Leaning over her, he used his free hand to brush her hair off her wet face. "Shhh...it's over now," he whispered.

Her mind swirled with confusion. How could he hurt her, and then touch her with such gentleness?

A tear slid out of her eye and across her nose, and he wiped it away with his finger. "I wouldn't have to do this if you would just do what I say. You know that, don't you? I don't want to punish you, Lacy, but you give me no choice when you defy me in front of my students."

He brushed his fingers through her hair as his warm breath whispered across her temple. His right hand traced the curve of her derriere until the ache between her thighs was about to consume her.

"Open for me."

She felt his fingers trail the length of her ass and parted her legs obediently. He brushed his fingers through the curly triangle covering her apex and her hips flexed spontaneously.

"Yeah, you like this don't you? He pressed her body into her own juices and she didn't resist. The liquid had spread to her breasts, soaking them as well. "So wet you little whore, but that's okay because you're my whore. Do you have something to say to me?"

"I know I deserve to be punished, Mr. Freeman. I—I won't defy you anymore."

"I'm not so sure I can believe that. Perhaps you need daily punishments until I'm sure you've learned your lesson. Make sure you wear something sexy for me. I like short skirts on you."

The thought of going through this daily humiliation caused her pussy to clench. Her body was so desperate for release she couldn't think straight. Mr. Freeman moved away from her, and Lacy quickly slid onto her knees.

Folding her hands in her lap, she waited for his next instruction, the way Mr. David had taught her.

Her professor left without another word, closing the door behind him.

Confused but relieved, Lacy gathered her clothes, dressed quickly, and hurried out of the office.

That night, Lacy lay on the twin bed in her dorm room. Her roommate had a boyfriend who lived off campus, and she spent most nights with him, leaving the small room to Lacy. She heard a knock on the door but was in too much pain to get up. "Come in."

Emily entered the room wearing and a short, tight black mini-skirt and a tight white tank top with the logo of a local café spread across her small breasts. "Hey, girl. I didn't see you around campus. Everything okay?"

"Just tired. How was work?"

"Lousy." Emily sat down in the chair across from the bed, her legs slightly parted.

From her position on the bed, Lacy could clearly see a snatch of Emily's bald pussy. Embarrassed, Lacy looked away. Emily was such a whore.

"Mr. Freeman is really giving you a hard time. You need to learn those steps. Want to practice?"

Lacy groaned knowing she had no choice. "Sure."

They had an evening practice the next day, and Lacy performed perfectly. She knew every dance step, thanks to Emily. Her pitch had been perfect, and she didn't do anything to draw attention to herself. Still, as she stood outside Mr. Freeman's office wearing a short navy blue skirt, her body was trembling with fear.

"Good girl," Mr. Freeman whispered, coming up behind Lacy. He opened the door and motioned for Lacy to enter his office. "Remove your panties and raise your skirt."

Lacy's heart sank. She had hoped by doing everything he said, he would not punish her. Her ass was still sore from yesterday.

Lacy obeyed without a word.

"You learn quickly. I like that. Keep your skirt raised and have a seat."

Lacy noticed for the first time that a table with a TV had been placed in front of the futon. A large mirror was propped at an angle facing the futon and a black nine-inch dildo sat on the side table.

Tears began to build in her eyes as she imagined what he planned to do but she didn't utter a word as he helped spread her legs wide so that the mirror revealed her gaping pussy.

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Time For Change

Voluptuous beauty Antonia Sainz is complaining about her bad luck with men, as Andrej Lupin’s erotic lesbian film "Time For Change" begins. Her cute friend Sakura Hell reveals that she met her boyfriend at a swingers’ party, and they both confess that they are curious about sex with another girl. From there it’s a small step to them kissing; Antonia takes the lead, caressing Sakura’s slender body and making her squirm with arousal. Peeling off Sakura’s clothes, she fondles her lovely breasts and sucks her nipples, then laps at her puffy clit to drive her wild. Easing a couple of fingers into Sakura’s shaved pussy, Antonia frigs her to an intense orgasm. Now Sakura is eager to get a taste too, lavishing attention on Antonia’s beautiful breasts, then nuzzling her soft bush as she licks and fingerbangs her to a mind-blowing climax. Sakura sits on Antonia’s face and rides to another orgasm, before Antonia straddles her in a sixty-nine. Finally, they entwine their legs in scissors, grinding to a powerful simultaneous climax. They both agree it’s an experience that needs to be repeated soon.

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Wednesday, July 30


Carolyn Ford Witt

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Wife Becomes Fantasy

Writer's block had engulfed me and I felt like I may not survive the tidal wave of blanks. My life had become so routine, yet so full of undesirable drama that all of my fantasies and dreams seemed to be inevitably put on hold. Somehow I had to drag myself out of this abyss before the boredom and resentment began to leak into my other personal and professional arenas. But (I am smiling as I write this) I had a master plan.

I used the tingling in my panties as a cue that I was on the right track. Sitting at the computer and pretending to be pecking away while my spouse looked at TV series after TV series was getting old quick. Actually it had been old. I realized that this was my moment, and I had prepared myself for the worst while hoping for the best. I took a deep breath and went into the bathroom, armed with smell-goods and the striptease gear that I hoped would convince the old man to see things my way. I took extra care in the shower, clearing the fields of glory and allowing my baby smooth skin to escape from the pubic jungle.

With all skin now cleared and scrubbed properly, I began to lotion down with my layers of sensual scents. I had purchased this scent after smelling it on a stripper during my first official lap-dance. That woman had smelled like a mouthwatering feast, and I knew that in a moment my husband would be smelling and thinking the same thing! I pulled on my netty, ribbony brainwashing gear and exited the bathroom, glancing to the right to see where his eyes were looking. He was obliviously staring at the television, as usual. I waited a moment for the scent to drift out of the bathroom. Meanwhile, I casually tossed my former motherly clothing into the dirty clothes basket in our walk-in closet.

"What are you doing?" he called out, my signal that the scent had appropriately wafted into the area of his sensitive sense of smell.

"Getting ready to blow...your mind," I teased, walking casually out of the closet, enjoying the look of confusion, pleasure, and curiosity that appeared on his face as his eyes took me in from my stilettos to my choker-laced neckline.

"Well, well, well," he muttered. "Bring that shit on!"

I walked over to the computer to exit the screen of misplaced metaphors and turn on a playlist I created just for this moment. I titled it "Freaknight" with the effects in mind that it would have on both of our senses as the first chords and bass notes leaped from the surround sound speakers into the heated air.

I had made up my mind that if tonight didn't work at getting his attention, then I would make it work for me anyway, by any means necessary. By the look on his face, I think that at least part A of the plan was already successful. I slowly walked over to the television and stood right in front of it.

"That is no problem, Shay!" he remarked, as he grabbed for the remote and cut it off without a second look at the screen.

"I didn't think it would be," I smirked. I walked seductively to the side of the bed that he called his, and leaned in to give him a closer sniff. I knew that his senses of sight and smell were on overload by the tremendous bulge that had developed in his pajamas. He leaned into me without touching me and I heard his intake of breath. Ha! I recalled how I did that same thing when that woman had gotten so close to me. I could feel myself getting wetter just thinking about that moment when her skin brushed across my shoulders, and her body glitter transferred onto my skin. To think that Nick was destined to feel this incredible sensation and have this as a memory until his last moments almost made me tip over the edge...but I knew that I must wait. "Good things come to those who wait," I murmured to myself as I brushed my upper body across his chest. I reached out as if I were going to stroke his face romantically, then changed my motion to a quick shove, knocking him backwards onto the bed. His eyes registered shock, and my eyes felt like lasers as I stared into his eyes, taking in his emotions, even the ones he tried to hide.

As he lay back, arms to his side, I straddled his hips. Grinding into his groin gently I gently fingered his undershirt, then snatched it violently until it was torn and lying on both sides of his body. Once again my laser eyes pierced his own shocked ones, as I read his thoughts, "I can't believe that she just ripped my shirt off!"

I was tired of his lies and games. I was tired of being the wife that had to compete with the fantasies, compete with the videos. This was the endgame maneuver. After today, I would no longer find random phone numbers, text messages, and social site messages in his cell phone, as well as dick pics emailed to random women outside my knowledge. What was crazy about this whole thing was that I had told him that he could have the freedom to do whatever he wanted, as long as he gave me freedom (which I didn't plan to use, just enjoy having the toy upon the shelf to occasionally tease) and let me share in his activities. I was the kind of wife that wanted to sit right in bed next to him while he sexted some hottie from a social site, then become the woman that he would act out his live action with. I would allow him to call me her name, taking the line seriously from the song that said, "I'm every woman; it's all in me!"

I didn't care about his porn collection either. We would enjoy watching and sharing videos frequently. I thought that our love and friendship would go beyond all limitations, but that was MY fantasy, not his. He, like other self-centered and selfish men, wanted his cake, frosting and candles and all, and all the ice cream and hot coffee on the side that his dick could handle, while I was left supposedly to be satisfied with whatever slice of the cake he was willing to cut me each day. Well...tonight, he would learn about giving his woman what she wanted or stepping aside to let someone else who can handle the job to do it!

I kissed his face all over, letting the love that I felt for him drip from my lips. My hands gently moved up his chest, pausing at his nipples to gently pinch them. I licked my forefingers to increase the transmission of sensations from my fingers to his nipples, and I circled them feverishly while continuing to roll my hips, the friction between my legs was building me to my first orgasm, and I was going to take as many as I could manage, not holding back one pleasurable sensation. As the build continued, I slid my tongue into his mouth and sucked his tongue, allowing him to gently suck mine. We continued the probing and teasing, and my tongue treated his tongue to a preview of what his beautiful dick would experience momentarily. The circular motions and tongue lashing wasn't lost on him as I felt the moisture of his pre-cum leaking through the pajama pants that I would soon take off. My hands continued to explore his entire core while my mouth left his and ventured to his neck and chest, I felt my orgasm coming and began to howl slightly as I scooted my pussy backwards in order to free his Willie.

My feet found the floor again and I grabbed his pants and drug them down to his ankles. He kicked them off creating a bouncing show for me with that beautiful tool. He grabbed at the ribbon and untied it, pushing it aside as it swirled around un-tangling itself from my breasts and exposing my swollen clit. I kneeled down at the same time that he stood up, and my tongue stuck out hungrily as his hips pushed forward to feed me. I teased the tip with my tongue, then without any prior warning plunged his dick down my throat. I felt his balls smack my chin, and I glanced up to see him lean his head back and howl into the ceiling to show his appreciation. I let my lips grip fiercely as I pulled away from him. I could feel the external skin sliding along his rod. I grabbed his hips, then moved my hands toward his buttocks. Grabbing them with force, I pushed him back into my mouth. He hit the back of my throat, and my gag reflex was tempted to trigger, but I held my breath until the sensation subsided, then slowly let him exit again, feeling my lips' tight resistance. I felt his body tremble in my hands, as I grabbed him and made him light into me four more times, each time adding more flicks of the tongue and lip pressure mixed with head and face twists on his way out. I was dripping pre-cum and natural mouth lube, and I took my left hand to capture some of this moisture to play with his balls. I pretended to be his favorite pet and licked his balls as I had seen so many dogs do after making out with their favorite pillows or stuffed animal. He began whimpering, but his instincts let him know that we weren't through yet.

He grabbed my locs and began guiding my head as he fucked my face, slower on the outtake, enjoying my skills at responding to every extra sensitive spot on his fantastic member. I took my face away and pushed him back onto the bed. I stepped onto the bed and guided my body down onto his dick, which slid in easily. With a combination of squats and bounces I moaned as I enjoyed the sensation of being full of him. In my imagination, I became a hip-rolling porn star. I felt the tip of his penis massaging my sweet spot as I felt climax number two building, and the hot liquids trying to force their way out.

"Damn, girl!" he exclaimed as he felt my climax clenching and drenching his dick. I pulled up and he fell out as the gushing hot liquid squirted out, relieved to find an out.

"This pussy loves to fuck you and so does this ass!" I grunted, moving to my knees and crawling seductively to the headboard. I grabbed the headboard with two hands and stuck my ass out to let realization dawn upon him that this was where I wanted his dick to pay a visit next. He quickly got the hint and crawled up behind me. I felt him smacking my asshole with his tip, then pushing his head into my waiting hole. After he popped in, he reached forward and tried to grab my breasts. This action forced him in a little further and my "Oh!" leaked out as he went in further. After fingering my nipples with wet fingertips, he grabbed my waist and slowly filled my ass. After a few moments, he exited slowly, letting his dick pop out. When he entered again, it was with a professional smoothness. He used my waist to push himself in and then almost out, and I could feel my g-spot stimulation working to produce more juices. I took one hand off the headboard and massaged my clit. He snatched my hand away, and took over the motion, and I used that free hand to grab feverishly at my nipples. It didn't take long before climax number three began squirting out like a fountain, and his dick was forced out my ass due to the extreme clenching and throbbing.

I turned onto my back pulled him forward until he was straddling my face. I could smell pussy and ass on him, and the scent made my pussy feel neglected. I licked him clean with one hand grabbing his balls while the other played with his asshole. I felt him filling my mouth and I knew that he had been tortured enough for now. I pushed him out and made him back up on his knees until I could lift my stiletto-wearing feet onto his shoulders. He pushed forward and entered my pussy banging at full force. I played with my breasts and looked into his eyes while licking my lips. After a few minutes, I felt his stroke quicken and I reached down to caress his balls, feeling them contract to prepare to fill me with life's best milk. His eyes closed and he looked up, but I yelled at him to open them and look at me as his moment of truth came. He stared into my eyes and came hard with an animal growl that turned me on yet again. I guess I would give him a small break before turning on him again. He collapsed onto me, and I slowly moved my legs off of his shoulders and to the side as we lay catching our breath.

"Now don't tell your wife," I whispered in his ear.

"Wait. What!?" He turned and looked at me.

"Your job, Sir, is to pick the next video that we will act out." I felt my laser eyes boring into his soul. "And then, your job is to make the video I pick happen for me."

I could see his brain taking in the pros and cons of this information. I could sense his wonder and his resistance grappling within his imagination. Looking away from me, he said, "NO man is going to EVER be with you."

"Fine. Then you have to be EVERY MAN that I need."

"How can I do that?"

"Oh, you'll find a way. You can start by cutting off that TV more often and attending to my needs. Just pay attention. You already know what I need, but you have been resistant in giving it to me. Unfortunately, I am tired of waiting." I reached over and drew his attention to the fact that the computer had been recording our activities. As I replayed the video, a surprise occurred. I had a special overlay playing during our carefully planned romp. As the video layered itself, he could see two other people participating in our two-person party. He sat up fast, knocking my arms off, and looked around the room, as if he were expecting to see the actual people in the room who had been transplanted into the video.

"They're not really here, Sir," I drawled slyly. "But don't you like the way she is licking your nuts while you are banging my face?"

"Unbelievable!" He couldn't take his eyes away from the screen. "I have my own porn star...as my WIFE!" Out of the corner of my eye I could see his Mater jumping with the excitement of what he was seeing on the screen. I spit into my hand, and then reached over and began massaging it. "Let's make another movie...what's your name?"

"Claire Voyeur," I whispered, as he turned me over onto my stomach to begin round two. Plan B, executed. My husband left the land of doubters and entered into the realm of the believers. He had married THAT MOTHER FUCKER. I would love him forever and we would give each others' fantasies a chance to come to life.

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George and Fern had just finished studying at Fern's place when they both decided to go on a walk together through the Elwood city park. Normally they stuck pretty close to the trail, but this time they decided to explore a little more in the woods. At first George was reluctant, but after some encouragement Fern talked him into it.
    The two made it about a mile or so into the woods before they stumbled across a cave. George was terrified to go in, but Fern's spirit of adventure and curiousity finally gave him the courage he needed to follow her inside. Fern turned on the flashlight from her phone and the two of them were suprised at what they found.
    At the end of the cave was a door and a small book lying on the ground. George and Fern cautiously walked over and George began to examine the door as Fern picked up the book and began to read it. To her suprise the first page of the book showed an illastration of the cave with the book and two figures that looked almost exactly like her and George.
    The book had what appeared to be instructions in it. The instructions seemed to be in a foreign language at first but as Fern concentrated on them see suddenly found herself able to read and understand them. "What's it say, Fern?" George inquired, curiously. As Fern began to comprehend the instructions in the book, she read them aloud for George to hear. "It says....to pass the first level the male and female must remove all the clothes from their bodies...only then will the door open and the next page be revealed"
    The both of them were shocked. "What else does it say?" George asked. Fern flipped through the next pages only to find that they were blank. "I really want to see what's on the other end of that door.." she thought out loud. They both looked at eachother. George gulped. "Fern...I...this has to be some sort of prank.." "Only one way to find out, George!" Fern started to take her shirt off. George stood still, unwilling to move. Fern dropped her shirt on the ground and kicked off her shoes. "Here, George, let me help you!" She said, grabbing at George's shirt. George was still hesitant but didn't put up too much resistence. Both of them were now topless together for the first time.
    George was embarrissed but at the same time a comforting warm feeling started to take over. The sight of Fern with her shirt off made George feel really good inside. Suddenly George noticed that his penis had started to grow inside his pants. George couldn't help but stare dumbly at Fern as she undid her pants and slowly guided them and her panties together down her legs before stepping out of them and kicking them aside. "Come on, George!, it's not so bad!". George kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants and underwear, at once. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them away.
    He blushed as he stood naked with his friend, his penis fully erect for Fern to see. Fern blushed as well. "Wow, George! *giggle* I've never seen...I think I like it" Fern said, blushing even harder. "Thanks" George said, smiling meekly. George had a hard time not breaking his gaze from Fern's little girl parts. George had never seen a girl's privates before and like any little boy naturally would, wanted to get a closer look, but before he could both him and Fern were suddenly started by a loud "Thump!" and the door slowly opened.
    Fern grabbed him by the hand. "Come on, George!" she said pulling him inside. George could feel his rock hard penis bobbing around as he followed his friend inside. It felt weird and slightly uncomfortable, but he didn't mind it too much as his gaze and attention were focused on Fern's perfectly round ass and how nice it would feel in his hands. Suddenly to the couple's suprise, the room started to fill with a dim light. Neither of them could see where it was coming from and it seemed almost magical, almost like some of the rocks in the cave were glowing.
    Fern turned off her phone's light. The room had another door at the other end and was pretty much empty except for a couple bowel shaped holes in the floor across from eachother. Fern flipped to the next page of the book to see that it was now fully illistrated and had some instructions for the two of them to follow. "To open the next door, and proceed deeper into the magical lair, the couple must empty their bodies of all waste to purify themself for what it so come. Both male and female must bare witness to the act for the magic to work." Fern then flipped the page to see the figures taking turns squatting over the holes. "First female then male must empty themselves and then the door will open. Magic will help the bowels relax".
    Both Fern and George were shocked but curious as to what this cave was leading them too. Fern suddenly got the strong urge to releave herself and George felt the same. "Oh man! I really have to go!!" Fern said. She blushed hard at the thought. "Oh....George already sees all my parts.. and now he's going to see me in my most private moment...oh man I really want to know what's beyond that door though!" Fern walked over to one of the bowls and squatted over it. George couldn't help but watch her as she positioned herself carefully over the bowl and breathed deeply. "Her goes nothing!" She thought as she relaxed her pelvis.
    George gazed in lust as a stream of piss started to flow out of Fern's body. Fern could feel her full bladder emptying as her asshole relaxed and the contents of her rectum started to slowly make their way to her little hole. Fern was feeling a strange mixure of embarrissment and plesure - the feeling of George watching her in her most intiment moment was starting to turn her on while she enjoyed the most pleasurable, relaxing bowel movement of her entire life. The magic seemed to be helping completely relax her little body and she could feel the biggest shit she'd ever felt start to slowly make its way down to her anus.
    Fern was supprised that her bowel movement felt so good, she secretly looked forward to the feeling of her anus being stretched when she went to the bathroom, maybe it was the magic but something about this bowel movement felt particularly satisfying - almost as if the poop itself was bigger, fatter, smoother and more fullfilling. Fern felt her hole being stretched more than it had ever been before. George couldn't turn his gaze away even if he wanted to, his rock hard boner raged as he watched Fern slowly deposit a fat healthy turd that landed with a satisfying *plop!* into the bowel beneath her, which was then followed by a few small nuggets landing on top.
    Fern then stood up, feeling completely empty below the waist. She had never felt so satisfied before in her life. Both her and George were suprised that the room wasn't filled with the smell of poop - almost as if the magic was cleansing the air of any and all stench. Now it was George's turn. He squatted and pointed his rock hard erection downward into the bowl. It felt slightly uncomfortable and he looked forward to it all being over. Fern watched as a strong stream of piss shot out of George's rod. She had never seen a boy pee before, and was starting to feel a strange warm wetness in her bottom seeing George's manhood direct the contents of his bladder into his bowl.
    George could feel the contents of his rectum move their way to his butthole. Like Fern, he had never felt something so big try to make its way out of such a small hole - the magic was really doing its job cleaning out the contents of their lower intestines. George moaned as his asshole stretched to allow its contents to drop out of his body - the nerve endings in his anus sending waves of pleasure as they gripped the product of his bowels on its way out. Like Fern, George's poop landed with a satisfying plop in the bowl - concluding the natural function of the young boy's body.
    Suddenly the door at the end of the room began to open. George looked back as the couple made their way to the door and saw that the bowls in the floor had magically disappeared as if they were never there. As soon as they entered the new room, the lights in the previous room went out and the new room was illuminated. In the center of this room was what appeared to be a large mattress. Fern flipped to the next page of the book and read the instructions. "To proceed to the next room, the male and female must join in sexual intercourse on the matress, only when the male has released his seed into the female will the next door open". The image on the next page showed the two figure on the mattress, with the girl on her hands and knees and the boy behind her.
    Although neither Fern or George knew what sex was before that point, the magic appeared to have awakened the instinct inside both of them. They knew what they had to do. Fern could feel a tingling in her little girl bits and George's already rock hard boner started to feel even more like a guided missle that wanted to hone in on it's home. Fern blushed "Well....I guess...let's get too it" she giggled climbing onto the mattress and assuming the position. George was more than eager. His throbbing boner almost felt sore as he positioned himself behind his mate.
    Fern was nervous, she had played with her lady parts a little bit, but had never had anything put in them. She could feel George's love rod rubbing against her already wet crotch before slowly guiding himself inside. Although Fern was obviously a virgin, the magic ensured that their first time would be as pleasurable as possible. Fern and George both moaned in pleasure as they gave eachother their precious virginity.
    George had never felt so much pleasure before. Fern's pussy gripped his cock like a wet warm vice as he thrusted his manhood deep inside her. "Ohhhh Fern!!" He moaned as the pleasure got more and more intense. The pleasure reached its peak as George's first orgasm rampaged through his body. With one final thrust he pushed his dick in as far as it would go and pumped Fern full of his seed. At the same time Fern also felt wave after wave of pleasure as her first orgasm emraptured her hole body in the most intense pleasure that she's ever felt before. As their orgasms subsided, Fern and George finally decoupled, loads cum dripping out of Fern's deflowered pussy and dropping onto the mattress beneath.
    The two collapsed and cuddled for what seemed liked like hours when George noticed that the magic book began to glow, as if to urge them to continue on their quest. George grabbed the book and handed it to Fern who then began to read the next chapter and began to read the next chapter. "Proceed to the next room to complete your quest" she read aloud as the door on the other side of the room opened. George and Fern looked at eachother, eyes glimmering with excitement. "This is it!" Fern said as the two held hands and strolled into the next room. Upon reaching the next chamber the door behind them slammed shut, leaving the two in complete darkness until finally the walls began to glow and reveal the contents of the next room. The two were suprised at what they saw. On the floor in the middle of the room was a knife and a sword sitting next to eachother. Fern opened up the book again as it began to magically translate the following instructions. Fern slowly read the instructions aloud for George to hear.
    "Congratulations on reaching the final room....you have passed every test. You have experienced the most pleasure you will ever experience in your young lives. Unfortunately because you both were unmarried virgins when you mated you have brought much shame to your families. There is only one way out of this room now. The magic will help you if you do not have the will to complete your final task... Fear not, it will all be over soon..". An illistration began to slowly appear on the final page. Fern gasped in horror as she finally began to comprehend the depiction being revealed for her. "George... we've got to get out of here!!" Fern screamed as she ran back towards the door and tried to force it open. It wouldn't move. An invisible entity whispered in her ear - "The magic will help you..the magic will..". Fern panicked. She had never been so scared in her life. Suddenly something swiftly took possession of her body, she couldn't fight it no matter how hard she tried. She could feel herself moving back towards the tools in the center of the room.
    George tried to run up to her and help, but he couldn't. He too felt like something was controlling his body. He watched in horror as Fern slowly walked over to the center of the room, picked up the knife and sat cross legged with both her hands grasping handle of the deadly weapon. George moved into position next to her and picked up the sword and stood next to his girl, sword tightly gripped in his hands. Fern knew there was no getting out of this. She knew she was going to die. She began to cry. "George..I'm sooo sorry... I led you into this...please...forgive me..." she moaned as she slowly brought the blade up to her belly. George began to tear up. He hoped beyond hope that the magic would be merciful. Fern noticed that she had to pee and poop really bad again. She thought this was strange considering how George and her had already taken care of business a couple rooms before. She wondered if this was a final humiliation that the magic was adding onto their punishment. She could feel the blade touch against her belly. She knew it was time. She took a deep breath as the magic forced her to plunge the blade into her body.
    "Ahhhhhh!!!!" She screamed. The pain was so intense. The blade began to slowly move. Fern looked down as the blade slowly made its way accross her belly. Suddenly she could feel herself lose control of her bowels and bladder. A stench of piss and shit filled the room as Fern's lower pelvic floor relaxed allowing the contents of her bowels spill out onto the floor. Fern couldn't help but keep her eyes wide open throughout the whole ordeal, maybe it was the magic or her own morbid curiousity. She had sometimes wondered what her earthly demise would be, she had never dreamed it would be like this. The knife was at the half way point when Fern's intestines started to slip out, dangling from her body like little red ropes. George watched in horror as Fern slowly began to finish her cut and more of her guts started to fall out into the pool of blood and piss that was forming underneath her. Finally Fern was finished and dropped the knife. She felt like she had regained control of her body. She knew she wouldn't last long. At this point Fern had accepted her fate. "George...please...this isn't the magic talking...please..finish me.." she cried dropping to her knees. George knew what he had to do. "I'm sorry Fern". George swung the sword with all his strength. He felt a sharp bump as the blade struck the resistence of Fern's neck before plowing through and smacking the stone floor below.
    Fern's head dropped to the ground. Her body collapsed as to long streams of blood started shooting out of her neck as her heart pumped the remaining blood out of her body. George dropped the sword and picked up Fern's head. She was still there. Barely. She tried to mouth something but George couldn't really make it out. He kissed her on the lips and the two made out until Fern's spirit had finally departed. George gave one final look at his friend - her mouth was still open and her eyes had slightly closed but now looked like they were glazed over in a vacant stare. He knew she was gone. Now the magic took control of George. He knew what was next - or so he thought. He was hoping his end would be reletively quick like Fern's was - he braced himself for what he thought was going to be a quick - albiet painful and gory end. Suddenly the stone started to heat up and a long poll shot up right behind him. He looked up as he felt something hit his head. The room seemed to be dropping sticks and twigs down right on top of him. He tried to move but then realized he was suddenly tied to the metal poll that appeared behind him. He looked down to see he was suddenly standing on a few dry logs that were suddenly underneath him.
    George suddenly realized what was going to happen. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no!!!!!" He screamed. "Help!!!!!!!" He cried. He looked up to see the contents of the page that Fern hadn't finished reading him being projected on the wall opposite him. Either she hadn't fully comprehended the second part - or maybe wanted to choose the easier death - either way George's fate was sealed. He began to read the remaining instructions as they were slowly displayed. "The one who accepts their fate first will die the easier death. The other will face the fire". A horrible thought entered George's mind - Fern knew this place would kill them. She knew that if she died first she wouldn't have to face the flames. Maybe the magic didn't make her commit Hari-kiri. Maybe.. Suddenly George felt like his mind was transported somewhere into the past. He could see Fern sitting cross-legged in her room - naked and surrounded by candles - reading what looked to be some occult books and mumbling a foreign language George couldn't understand. Then George noticed something. To his shock as Fern mumbled the ancient spell to herself the book that they had picked up in the cave began to appear.
    George was then transported to another scene of Fern trying a different spell. Although he was able to walk around and interact with items in his visions, he couldn't interact with Fern in any way, almost as if she was shielded by magic. He picked up the book she had finished reading and thumbed through it. That's when he found it. THE spell. THE spell that explained everything. The spell would give whoever completed it an immortal body, one that could not be killed and would stop ageing after adulthood. All that was required was that the caster of the spell and her "victim" were both virgins. The magician casting the spell needed to lure an unsuspecting virgin into a cave which they were to magically create. The spell would have them both empty their bowels in the cave to "purify themselves" and then they needed to lose their virginities to eachother to "desecrate themselves". Once that was done the one who was casting the spell needed to get the victim to help them commit suicide in a specific way. They would leave their current body and when the victim was done away with - in the way of her choosing - their life forces would join and a new body would be made for the Fern - the new immortal body while the victim's soul would be cast into immortal flames.
    "FUCKKK!!!" George screamed. "WHY!!! FERN!!! WHY!!!!!!!!!" George felt duped. All along Fern only pretended to be his friend. Only pretended that she liked him. Used him, used his body, pretended she was in the same situation as him, pretended and tricked him until the very end - just so that she could live on the earth forever - and now George would be tormented forever. How could anyone be so selfish! Why!!?? Why me!!!?? George didn't have long to think about it before the entire room began to slowly engulf in flames. The flames got hotter and hotter. George was terrified. He began to piss himself. The room was getting so hot he could see and hear the hiss of steam as his body fluid instantly vaporized upon hitting the floor. "Noo!!!!" George screamed as the flames engulfed him. This was the end. He looked over at Fern's corpse to see that the flames had already began to consume what was left of her body. It was so hot. Why!!! He looked down to see his body begin to be charred as the flames began to consume him. George could feel himself losing consciousness. This was the end. Hopefully those visions he had were just the magic playing a trick on him. Hopefully... George thought as he began to drift off feeling every bit of his pain and torment. Suddenly George felt like he was floating. He looked down and could see his naked body, completely charred and engulfted in flames. He looked over at Fern's corpse to see that it had almost been reduced to bone.
    He began to feel himself floating upwards until he saw what appeared to be a transparent apparition. Slowly he began to recognize who this spirit was. It was Fern. But not quite the same Fern he remembered - she looked sinister - almost evil. She saw him and gave a slight smirk. Before he could feel his spirit sucked towards her, combining with hers. "Thank you for kindly donating your life force to me. Now I will be immortal. Nothing can kill me, I will be like a god walking on the earth for all time!" She then gave an evil cackle. Have fun in hell! She laughed. I could feel my essense being pulled away from her as I fell, slowly at first, but then faster and faster deep into the earth. Suddenly it was hot all around me. I was consumed in unending flames for all eternity. All I could do is scream and regret the day I ever met Fern. What a bitch!

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We recently talked about famous male actors that have done full frontal nudity in their film roles. These guys aren't afraid to bare all, and many have shown all of themselves in more than just one movie. But what about the women? While actresses are known to show their breasts in movies, the lower half of their naked body is a lot less common to see. Yet, for some brave actresses, the choice to bare all seemed like a good artistic endeavor. Sure, some unknown actresses go full-frontal in their roles, but that's also the case for the famous, well-established actresses as well. Some went full-frontal during the beginning of their careers while others have stuck with that choice for decades.
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There have been cases and accusations of sexual abuse in the American film industry reported against people related to the medium of cinema of the United States. Accusations of sexual assault in the industry go back to , and during the last decades they have gained strength due to the accusations against producers, directors, actors and related publicists. Speculation about sexual assault in the industry grew in , when director Roman Polanski left the United States after being convicted on charges of sexual abuse against a minor. In October , the issue gained extensive media coverage after producer Harvey Weinstein was accused of sexual abuse by more than 80 women.
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Sometimes, the role centers on sex: sex addicts, porn stars, prostitutes. We put together a list of some of the biggest names to get naked for the camera; as long as they are on screen with nothing on. We start with the more subtle shots and the blink-and-you'll-miss-it moments, before getting to the A-listers who were happy to let it all hang out!
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