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Mistress Lynn and her friend were pissed to learn that this guy had been hitting on both of them. He did not know that they were friends and so he did not think he would be found out. But the mistresses found out and they had to punish him. He was cruelly trampled with their smelly feet and made to lick and suck their toes. He was not only scared, but he was in pain and he learned his lesson.

Mistress Sun was helping this guy with his studies but he was a stubborn and troublesome student. She was not going to tolerate him any longer so she turned him into a foot slave as his initial punishment. He had to lick her feet as well as rub them and she warned him that if he did not improve, he would have himself to blame for what would happen to him.

This guy was too nosy for this mistress's liking. She felt that she was duty bound to do something about the guy's behavior so that he stopped it. The mistress made him a foot slave and had him lick her smelly feet and warned him that if he did not change, he would have himself to blame for what would happen to him. He changed as he did not want further humiliation.

Mistresses Lexi, Sun and Lynn had a neighbor who was abusive to his family and they did not like it. They had to make sure he changed as his family did not go to anyone for help. So the mistresses lured him to their house where they served him trampling, kicks and slaps until he learned that he could not be abusive to his people and get away with it. They told him there were worse they would do to him if he continued his behavior. He stopped.

Mistress Sun and her cousin mistress Lynn were minding their own business and enjoying their chat when their male cousin came and tried to get them to do naughty things with them. They were shocked and could not believe what he wanted. They resolved to teach him a lesson so they used their shoes to trample him and made him lick their soles before warning him never to try that with them again.

These sexy Asian mistresses wanted to have fun with a loser. But their fun had a twist as the mistresses wanted to force the loser to pay them for what they did to him. The mistresses had their feet licked and did other naughty things to the guy but what shocked him even more was when at the end, they made him pay for what they had done to him.

This Asian mistress has a foot fetish and she loves to do all sorts of things with her feet. She took a mango fruit today and she played with it using her feet. When she was done, she asked her slave to eat the mango without washing it. Her feet were sweaty before she had used them on the mango. In addition, she got him to lick and rub her feet.

This Asian mistress loves to entice guys to do things they would normally not do. And today she wanted her feet licked and rubbed. So she pretended to be horny and acted as if foot licking turned her on even more. This guy wanted to nail her so he did what she asked. He rubbed her feet, licked them, sucked her toes and did it all but he did not get to smash.

Mistress Lynn does not like it when anyone disagrees with her especially on something that has to do with her. When it comes to things she has no expertise in, she has no problem shutting up. But her slave tried to contradict her on a subject she was an authority in and she humiliated him using her stinky feet. He had to learn his place or come up with better content.

Mistress Dita and mistress Lynn were minding their business at the library when this guy came and tried to seduce them. The mistresses were not in the mood but since he had asked for it, they gave it to him in huge helpings. They used their feet to dominate the guy. He was made to lick their feet as well as their sandals and they did it in turns so that he did not have a break.

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It was just an ordinary day in the lab. All of my projects were basically on autopilot, so I sat there with my legs kicked up on a stool, catching up with the latest news.

“Goddamn it!” I heard Mark shout from the next lab over.

You would like that a shout like that would send everyone in our proximity running over to see what the commotion was, but coming from Mark, none of us were concerned. A moment passed before I saw Mark’s head pop into my doorway.

“My life is over.” He exacerbated while he waited for me to invite him in. “There’s no way the execs will keep me on board after this fuck up.”

“What is it this time Mark?” I asked without looking up.

“I put my eggs in one basket and it’s failed miserably.” He replied, still in my doorway. I could tell he was uneasy and wanted desperately for me to invite him in. However, it is there where I made him wait. I always believed in maintaining firm boundaries. As a woman in my mid thirties, I needed to remain assertive, especially in a male dominated field.

I stood up and adjusted my glasses before walking over to one of my active work stations.

“Who knows who they’ll replace me with when they find out what happened.” Marked said, seemingly baiting me into a conversation.

“Hopefully someone quiet.” I said back with a smirk.

“Do you have a moment to hear me out?” He asked from the doorway. “I need help.”

“It’s going to have to wait.” I replied from my chair. “I’m busy.”

Mark stood there quietly watching me work before he spoke up. “I’ll do anything.”

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“I’ll do anything for you if you help me.” He replied

“You don’t have anything that I want.” I said turning back to my station.

“I’m begging you Crystal.” He said in a hushed tone. “Just come look.”

I gave in and stood up before following Mark into his lab, which was a total disaster area.

“I’ve been working on sexual disfunction drug to enhance stimulation, which has yielded some fantastic results, but a side effect has been present in all of my trials.”

“Which are?” I asked as I looked around as the disgusting environment that he worked in.

“Hair loss.” He said dejectedly

“Okay?” I replied. “That’s pretty common and most men probably don’t care as long as it’ll give them an erection.”

“The drug is aimed at women.” Mark continued. “And the hair loss is total and permanent. I just can’t figure out the right protein chain to use.”

“So you drug makes women horny and bald?” I asked. “Clearly can’t take that to market.”

“I know!” Mark cried out. “I need to find out a solution or I’m fired.”

I stood there for a moment and poured over his trial findings.

“Give me a sample of the drug and I’ll run some tests.” I said peaking over my glasses. “And do not speak a word of me helping you. I have a reputation to maintain.”

“Thank you Crystal!” He exclaimed before handing me a large vial. “Do you need any mice?”

“No.” I replied. “And keep it down.”

“I’ve been dosing it at 5mg just under the skin behind their neck.” He said back in a much quieter voice.

“How long does the hair loss typically take to be noticeable?” I asked

“Hair fall is increased over a day or so. Complete depilation after 2 weeks.” Mark replied. “Do you think you can fix it.”

“I’m not sure yet.” I said. “But you will owe me something regardless.”

With that, we went our separate ways; Mark remained in his trash den, while I retreated to my spotless lab. As I set out to work on Mark’s mistake, I caught myself looking at my reflection in my desk top mirror. For 35, I still felt as beautiful as I was in my twenties, I just looked more mature. My dark chestnut hair was contained in a tight bun sitting on top of my head, but I couldn’t help wondering about the side effect of Mark’s compound. What would I look like if I was rendered completely hairless? Although I was able to push the thought from my head, I caught myself fantasizing about it while I worked. Before I realized it, the work day was over and I packed up my bag to go. I don’t know what possessed me to do so, but I drew 5mg of the drug into a syringe before securing it into my bag.

At home, I was greeted by my partner Jill. She met me at the door wearing nothing but a frilly apron and holding a martini.

“Special occasion?” I asked taking the martini from her hand and kissing her passionately on the mouth. “I didn’t get this kind of treatment last month on my birthday.”

“This is better than your birthday.” Jill replied as she untied the apron and let it fall to the ground. She stood their naked and placed both hands on her stomach. “I’m officially pregnant! The last round was a success.”

I was over the moon excited, as we had been trying in vitro fertilization for months now. “You mean we’re finally going to be moms?” I asked, holding back tears.

“Yes dear, and now it’s time to celebrate!” Jill pulled me into the house and led me to our bedroom where she proceeded to undress and push me onto the bed. She buried herself into my mound and began pleasuring me with her strong tongue. She knew just what spots to hit as she continued to lapse at the juices streaming from me. Before long, my back was arching as I screamed in ecstasy and squirted all over her face. I was once self conscience about squirting, but Jill always made me feel like it was the sexiest thing about me.

“I’ll take it as you enjoyed your after work treat my dear.” She said as she began to clean herself up.

“Why don’t you lay down so I can return the favor?” I said as I patted the bed.

“Honestly dinner and a back rub is calling my name right now.” She replied as she passionately kissed me. “You can get me later.”

After dinner, we migrated to the couch where between Netflix and talking, Jill drifted off to sleep. I got up to pee and on my way back to the couch I tripped over my bag that was casually tossed to the side when I got home. When I recovered from my tumble, I saw my syringe sitting on the carpet. I bent over to pick it up before settling back onto the couch and moving Jill’s head back to my lap. I sat there stroking her beautiful red hair as I continued watching the movie when I found myself fantasizing about dosing Jill with Mark’s compound. What would my partner look like complete denuded of hair? I found myself becoming aroused at the thought. I continued to pet and fantasize until I moved aside enough the hair on her crown to expose her scalp. Without thinking, I uncapped the syringe and gently slide the needle just under her skin. I kept it their for a moment as I battled with the idea before temptation took over and I pushed the plunger, emptying the drug into Jill’s scalp. I slid the needle out and recapped it before examining the area. My efforts had left a small bubbled area that weeped the clear liquid that I had just injected. Jill didn’t make a sound as I sealed her fate. After I let the drug seep into her scalp, I continued to rub her hair. Although, at first, I didn’t notice any more hair fall than usual, I found that I could easily pull out a hair with little effort. On the very end of the test hair pulls were the follicles. As I sat there complete entranced with what I was doing, Jill began to stir.

“Let’s go to bed honey.” She said groggily as she stood up and walked to the bathroom.

“I’ll be right there.” I replied as I hid the needle back in my bag and joined her for our bedtime rituals.

As we both brushed our teeth, Jill kept reaching up and scratching her head where I had injected her.

“You okay?” I asked, spitting into the sink.

“My head is itchy.” She said as she dug her nails into her scalp.

“Well you better not be bringing fleas into our bed Jill.” I smirked at her.

“Look and see if it looks like a bug bit or something.” She said as she continued to scratch. “It really itches.”

She bent her head over to show me the spot. The area was completely inflamed and felt hot to the touch.

“It’s red, but it doesn’t look like a bite.” I replied touching the spot with my finger tips to the area. “Stop scratching it or you’re going to get a bald spot.”

“I’ll take a bald spot over this itch any day.” She exclaimed before returning to the bed.

“Well at least let me be the one to give it to you.” I half joked before sliding into bed.

She gladly placed her head onto my lap as I proceeded to dig my nails into her scalp. She moaned with relief/pleasure as I focused my attention on the spot on her scalp. The more I worked on the area, the more hair I noticed was falling out. After 10 minutes, Jill was left with a gloriously smooth bald spot the size of a quarter. As I continued to run my finger over this newly created bald spot, Jill began to bury her face into my crotch. I was positively soaking in my own juices from my efforts on Jill’s scalp and she took no time in lapping it all up. As she continued to pleasure me, I kept touching her bald spot, fantasizing about the rest of her hair slipping from her beautiful head. Before long I arched my back in an orgasm and collapsed onto the bed.

“Thank you for that.” I said out of breath.

“Thank you for the head rub.” She said as she wiped her mouth. “It’s feeling better already.”

We quickly fell asleep where I was greeted with the strangest night of dreams. I couldn’t get the thought of the serum out of my head. When I awoke, I started doubting if last night had even happened until I looked over at Jill’s pillow and saw several red hairs laying on it. At the end of each hair was an intact follicle. I found myself becoming aroused again at the thought of Jill losing all of her hair and I wasn’t quite sure why. Every bit of me wanted to pluck each hair from her delicate head until she was as bald as a cue ball.

I was snapped out of my cerebral state by Jill walking into the room with breakfast.

“Good morning darling.” She said carrying a tray of goodies, wearing nothing but her apron. “Breakfast is served.”

“You spoil me too much Jill.” I said as she placed the tray over my lap.

“And I’ll be expecting another head rub from you afterwards as a thank you.” She said touching the crown of her head. “My scalp feels sore and could use a little loving today.”

After breakfast, Jill cleared the tray and rested her head onto my lap. Upon closer inspection, I could see that her bald spot had widened over night and was still very red. Clearly the serum was attacking and destroying their follicles as it swept across her scalp. Absolutely no growth could be seen below the skin and the patch was absolutely smooth to the touch. As I ran my finger tip over the denuded area I could hear Jill purr with delight.

“That feels beautiful.” She said with her eyes closed. “But don’t stick to one spot.”

With her urging, I ran my fingers through her hair, which today felt dry and lifeless. I was delicate at first, especially as quite a bit of hair shedded into my fingers after the first pass.

“Don’t be shy baby.” Jill moaned. “Pet me like you mean it.”

I began digging my fingers along her scalp from her forehead to her crown, releasing what seemed like a handful of red hair into my hands.

“So much hair is coming out Jill.” I said placing the shedded ball of hair onto the bed. “I think we should stop.”

“No.” Jill replied back as if in a trance. “If it takes being bald to make my scalp feel better, I don’t care. Keep rubbing.”

I could feel that I was positively dripping down below as I became more rough with Jill’s lifeless hair. Like a child unwrapping a present on Christmas morning, I yearned to see what lay beneath the curtain of red hair. Each stroke sent long red hairs onto my lap and left her hair looking thinner.

“I can see your scalp clearly Jill.” I said with my mouth running dry. “If I continue, you won’t have any hair left.”

“Pull it for me.” Said Jill with her eyes closed. “It feels good when you tug on it.”

Without thinking, I gathered her thinning hair from heir hairline to her crown into a limp pony tail and proceeded to lightly tug on it.

“God that feels good.” She purred. “Harder.”

I tightened my grip at her urging and wrapped it once around my closed fist causing her to moan with pleasure. I thought for a moment that my grip was slacking off, but quickly realized that the pony tail was slowly detaching from Jill’s head.

“Harder.” Jill said again with her eyes shut.

I wrapped the hair around my fist once more to increased my efforts. Before long the pony tail had completely come off in my hand, leaving behind only a few wisps and a halo of read hair behind.

“Holy shit.” I whispered, holding out the hair in my hands.

“Mmm, that feels much better.” Jill said as she began to bury her head into my soaked shorts.

“So much hair.” I replied back, staring at her detached red hair.

“How bad does it look?” Jill asked as she pulled back my shorts and started kissing me.

“Bald.” I said as I held her pony tail to my face and inhaled. “Very bald.”

Jill said nothing as she pushed me flat onto the bed and ripped my shorts off. She rummaged through our toy drawer and pulled her strap-on into place. She stood over me with the strap-on poised near my glistening vagina. She looked ridiculous with just the hair on the back and sides of her hair remaining.

“This bald bitch is going to fuck you right now, and afterwards you’re going to finish pulling the rest of this mess from my head.” Jill said as she inserted herself into me. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yes.” I replied with a moan.

“After that, I think you need a little haircut as well.” She said with a thrust. “Something short. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes.” I moaned again.

“After I’m through with you, I want you to be as bald as me.” She said with an even deeper thrust. “Tell me to shave your head.”

“Please.” I moaned back.

“Please, what?” She began thrusting harder and faster. “I need to hear it.”

“Bald.” I replied.

“Good girl.” Jill said as she continued to pummel me.

Jill and her red halo straddling me was the last image I had before I blacked out.

When I awoke, I found myself in my bed with a splitting headache. I wasn’t sure what was and was not reality. I looked over as Jill’s pillow and didn’t see a single red hair.

“Was it just a dream?” I said to myself, putting my head in my hands.

I could hear the shower running in the bathroom, so I got up and walked in.

“Did you sleep well?” I heard Jill call out from the steamy shower. “I couldn’t wake you up this morning.”

“Sorry about that hun.” I replied, rummaging through the drug cabinet. “My head is pounding.”

With that, I heard the water turn off and Jill pulled aside the curtain. She stood before me and I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was completely bald. Her head glistened in the light of the bathroom.

“How do I look?” She asked, running her hands over her smooth scalp. “It feels so much better, getting rid of the rest of it.”

“Very bald.” I replied with my eyes locked on her scalp.

“Yes dear.” She said with a smile. “Don’t you remember?”

”Where did it all go?” I asked, reaching up and touching her head.

“Into the trash where it belongs.” She said motioning to our bathroom trashcan, completely overflowing with red hair. “I was going to shave the rest of mine, but thankfully, I was able to pull the rest of it out with ease. Did I miss any?”

She gave me a little twirl. All I saw was a completely smooth head.

“No.” I replied.

“Good.” She said, wrapping a towel around her and planting a kiss on my cheek. “Are you ready to say goodbye to this mess?”

“Goodbye?” I asked still staring at her shining scalp.

“We’re shaving all of your hair today like you wanted.” She said as she ran a hand through my hair. “Honestly, I attempted to pull some of yours out while you slept, but your stubborn hair wouldn’t let go. So we’ll have to tackle it the old fashion way.”

With that, Jill picked up a razor and a can of shaving cream.

“Sit down.” She said with a smirk.

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tagCelebrities & Fan FictionBaby It's Cold Outside

Baby It's Cold Outside

Victoria was starting to regret her choice of being a professional wrestler.

She has just gotten the big call up to join to main roster, and has had the unfortunate luck of being caught in the middle of a heavy ice storm. Being from the West Coast, Victoria didn't know the first thing about driving in any sort of winter weather, but she has upgraded her rental vehicle to a trunk with four-wheel drive. As she comes out the hotel to make her way to the arena, she sees the weather has gotten worst. She quickly carries her luggage to her rental truck, and then heads back inside of the hotel to adjust her coat to better protect herself against the cold and to check out of her room. As she's at the counter, William Regal and Hunter Hearst- Helmsley step off an elevator, carrying their own luggage.

"Hey rookie... you all right?" Hunter asks as he pulls on his gloves.

Victoria turns and nods, "Yeah... I'm fine... just... getting ready to head out there..."

"Do you need a ride to the arena?" Regal asks as Hunter turns in the room key.

Victoria shakes her head, "No, I'll be all right... its just a little bad weather."

Hunter smiles, "All right rookie... we'll see you at the arena... be careful out there..."

"Thanks guys..." Victoria smiles. Regal and Hunter leave the hotel and step out into the storm. Victoria sighs and adjusts her coat. She walks out of the hotel and the freezing air hits her hard. Her eyes begin to water when the wind hits her face. As she walks to the parking lot, she sees Molly Holly pacing back and forth. "Hey Molly... something wrong?" Victoria asks as her teeth chatters a bit

Molly sighs and looks at her, "Yeah... my rental car broke down... piece of junk had no anti-freeze and... well let's just say they are refunding me... and now I'm waiting for a cab..."

"Oh that sucks... hey... I got... a truck... do you want to ride with me?" Victoria asks.

Molly looks at her with a raised eyebrow, "A truck? Honey do you even know had to drive one?"

Victoria laughs a bit, "No... not really... it's got four-wheel drive... and... I thought it would be the best thing to use in this weather..."

"Well, that's kinda smart thinking... good thing I'm from where this weather is just flurries..." Molly smiles as she bends down to pick up her suitcase and over-the-shoulder bag. "I'll handle the driving..."

"Okay," Victoria smiles and the two divas head to her truck.

The drive to the arena takes them much longer than it would normally, and because they arrived late, they had to put on their make up and change into their ring gear in the back of the truck. Molly and Victoria ran into the arena, signed in and then sprinted to the ring to have their match. Luckily for both of them, there were able to put on a solid match due to their comfort level with being in a match with each other Once their match was over, Victoria and Molly were told to leave as soon as possible because of the storm, and both divas took that advice.

Once they were back outside, both saw that the storm showed no sign of stopping. The two of them run carefully in their ring gear to the truck and then head out onto the highway. As they travel along, they see the effect the storm is having as power lines snap and trees fall over. Victoria is in awe of what for her is a surreal event. Molly notices, but doesn't say anything for she's more focus on keeping her eyes on the road. After getting detoured by local police, Victoria and Molly come across a cheap roadside motel and a shopping center. Assuming the power is out at the hotel, they head to the shopping center to grab food, candles and other necessary replies, then head over to the hotel to get their selves a room.

A short time after getting settled into the dark hotel room, Molly and Victoria lit candles and set up a battery-powered lamp. Both women are in bathroom washing off the make-up from their faces. Molly dries her face with a towel and laughs a bit.

"Boy are you lucky..."

Victoria laughs, "Yes I know... I hate to take a line from Matt Hardy... but it was a lucky twist of fate..." Molly hands her the towel and Victoria dries her face with it.

"Yeah, some luck... did you see the looks those creeps were giving us..." Molly laughs as she steps out of the bathroom to remove her ring gear.

"Well we both weren't wearing much of anything... I'm sure as hell ain't..." Victoria replies, making reference to her pink top and bottoms that doesn't leave much to the imagination.

Molly laughs as she takes off her sports bra, "We got to talk to JR about your ring gear... I'd hate to see you running around like that in a foot of snow..."

Victoria removes her top, freeing her own breasts. "At least the heater is working here... I wish the electricity did though..."

"Why?" Molly asks as she takes off her wrestling tights.

Victoria lowers her wrestling bottoms, "Well... there's' not much to do... we could watch some TV..."

Molly laughs, "Well I got one of those mini-DVD players that run on batteries... we could watch a movie."

"Oh cool..." Victoria smiles, "What movies do you got?"

"Oh the usual sappy stuff mixed with some exciting stuff..." Molly laughs, "They are in my over-shoulder bag... pick out one you like..."

"Okay..." Victoria smiles and goes to Molly's bag to go through Molly's DVDs. She sees the usual expected collection of romance and comedy films. But then something catches Victoria's eyes. She looks at Molly as she picks out one DVD, "Ummm Molly... what's this?"

"What's what?" Molly asks as she looks over to see the DVD in Victoria's hand. Molly's face turns several shades of red. "Oh that's.... ummm... a porno..." Molly laughs a bit.

"I can see that..." Victoria laughs, "What's it doing in your bag?"

"Well it does get lonely on the road... and I kinda need a little visual boost to... take care of business..."

"Ohhhhh...." Victoria nods her head with a 'yeah sure' smile on her face.

Molly laughs a bit to ease her embarrassment, "You want to watch it?"

Victoria gets an humiliated look on her face but soon smiles, "Yeah... sure why not..."

Molly goes into her bag and gets her portable DVD/TV combo and sets it up on the only bed in the room and positions it between the pillows. Molly then lays on the bed completely naked. She looks at Victoria and smiles, "Sorry... but I can't watch this with clothes on..."

"Right... well I guess I'll go commando too..." Victoria smiles as she lays on the other half of the bed, completely in the buff. Molly smiles and starts the movie. The two divas watch intently for the entire two-hour length of the DVD, watching girls fuck girls, 4 guys fuck one girl, two couples swapping, a lesbian gangbang and other erotic footage. Both women have fought the urge to touch themselves in front of the other, but when the film is over, both Molly and Victoria are looking at each other.

"That was hot... wasn't it..." Molly says as she licks her lips.

"Yeah... very..." Victoria smiles, "I liked... the lesbian scene..."

"Me too... that always gets me hot..." Molly rolls onto her side so Victoria can see her large breasts. Victoria moves closer and touches Molly's tits and smiles.

"They are so soft..." Victoria squeezes Molly's breast softly as Molly reaches to feel her own.

"And you're are so firm..." Molly smiles.

The two women move closer together and kiss each other. Their tongues link together as they slide them into each other's mouth. Molly finds out Victoria has a very long tongue and she happily sucks on it as Victoria moves her hand down to between Molly's legs to rub her pussy. Molly closes her eyes and moans softly as she rolls onto her back. Victoria gently moves her fingers against the entrance of Molly's cunt as she leans over to suck on Molly's right breast. Like a child, Victoria sucks hungrily on it trying to receive milk, but Molly has none to give. Victoria then moves downward as Molly spreads her legs open, inviting her to her pussy. Victoria spreads Molly's pussy lips open and slowly begins to lick her warm juicy cunt.

"Mmmmm ohhh fuck... Victoria... that's it... oooooo ahhhh yea baby..." Molly moans get louder as Victoria probes her twat in search of the spot that'll make Molly squirm. Victoria soon finds it, and Molly arches her hips and lower back in response. Molly wraps her legs around Victoria's head as she begins move her hips to grind her pussy against Victoria's face. Victoria wraps her arms around Molly's thighs to keep her still as she darts her long tongue in and out of her pussy.

"Ohhhh ahhhh godddddddddddd Victoria... I'mmmm cummmmmmmmming!" Molly squeals as Victoria sends her over the brink of erotic bliss. Victoria laps up Molly's climatic honey with her tongue, as Molly slowly comes down from her orgasm. Victoria lifts her head from between Molly's legs, and even with the dim lights, Molly can see Victoria's face is completely covered in her cum. Molly sits up and licks Victoria's face clean, tasting and devouring her own juices in the process. Molly then pushes Victoria down on the bed. "My turn..."

"I hope so..." Victoria smiles as Molly moves down between her legs. Victoria arches her legs so her feet are flat on the bed. Molly pushes in two fingers into her pussy and begins to move them in and out slowly. Victoria whimpers and moans as Molly adds two more fingers. Molly is amazed at how quickly Victoria begins to push herself against her hand. Molly smirks and decides to push her whole hand into Victoria and begins fist fucking her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh ohhhh fuck yesss!" Victoria screams. Molly has to use a bit of effort to extract her hand from Victoria's cunt, but when she does she lowers her head and starts eating her out. Victoria reaches down and grabs Molly's brown hair as she quickly finds the sweet spot. Molly attacks that spot repeatedly with her tongue. Victoria arches her back sharply as Molly brings her to an orgasm.

"Ohhhhh sweet mother mercy!" Victoria cries out. Molly slurps up her cum with expert care, not letting a drop of Victoria's sweet honey drip onto the bed. Once Victoria has relaxed, Molly moves up and lays next to her. She moves a hand through Victoria's hair and smiles.

"We really should get to sleep... just in case the roads are terrible tomorrow..." Molly laughs a bit, "We got to tell most of what happened to the boys...".

"Yeah... but what will the boys think?" Victoria asks with a laugh.

"Oh let them think... boys will be boys..." Molly kisses Victoria as they snuggle close to each other and drift off to sleep.

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byMiyelo Ina©

You were a good slave all day, obeying me, serving my guests and myself at a dinner party I had for friends. You served us all excellently, wearing nothing at all and staying hard the whole time, impressing my friends with not only your attentiveness to my wishes but with your wonderful physical attributes too. The women couldn't help but stare at you as you stood by my chair during the meal. I could see you beaming with pride when I allowed them to touch you and compliment you on your humble attitude and your good manners.

But somewhere along the way, your attitude changed. I believe it was when you brought me some clean towels in my bedroom and you found me naked in bed with a buxom young woman and I was playfully spanking her bare, soft bottom. Was that a little pout of jealousy that I saw on your handsome face, my slave? That is not becoming to you, nor is it your place as my servant to feel anything about who I take to my bed, do you understand? But the damage has been done and I am angry. And you will be punished.

I allow the girl to stay and watch, provided that she keeps quiet and does not interfere. She fades into the shadows, silent as a mouse. She is someone else's slave, also obeying my orders.

We are in my bedroom - a large and lofty chamber with its own fireplace, where a small fire you made for me earlier crackles and warms the room. The paneling is dark and heavy curtains block the windows, putting us in our own little universe. The walls are thick and very nearly soundproof. That means if you scream no one will hear you. Across from the fireplace is my bed - a huge antique thing with four large corner posts and a sheer canopy. Many nights I have spent training you there. Training you not to act like you did tonight with that hateful, possessive jealousy!

There are two hooks in the ceiling between my bed and the fireplace and two corresponding hooks in the floor. Reaching for the hard leather riding crop I keep beside my bed, I approach you. With your eyes cast down - only much too late now - you apologize to me and ask for my forgiveness. On your own initiative, you drop to your knees and put your lips against my small bare feet in attrition. But I'm not ready to forgive you yet. I want to hear you beg me.

"Stand up!" I shout, smacking your tight butt cheeks with the crop. The loud slap echoes in the corners of the room as you leap to your feet. Already there is a red streak across your ass and the sting of it makes you hiss through clenched teeth.

Using the crop against your skin, I direct you to stand beneath the hooks and quickly - through much experience - I use thick leather cuffs and straps to tie you there securely, spread-eagle, naked and unable to move.

"Do not hang your head like that," I tell you, lifting your chin with the end of the crop. "You weren't regretful a few moments ago when you angered me. You hold your chin up and look straight ahead. I want to see your eyes as I punish you and I will judge when you are truly sorry."

"Yes, Mistress," you reply, shame evident in your voice.

"Do not speak," I tell you. "Do not cry out unless you cannot bear anymore, is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," you answer again but when you feel the sting of the crop across your ass again, you realize that a nod was all I wanted. And now you are silent.

For a few moments I am quiet. Without looking directly at me, you see me slowly circling you, moving naked and graceful as a cat toying with a mouse before devouring it.

"Jealousy is something I could never keep you from feeling," I explain in a soft voice and now you feel the crop tracing a line between your nipples. "It is flattering to me to know that you feel that way." The tip traces down your tight belly to your pubic hair and continues down one leg.

Now my voice rises suddenly in anger and I shout, "But I don't ever want to look at your face and see that kind of bitter smirk!" You feel a stinging, biting blow across the front of your upper thighs. It makes you want to cry out but you remember my instructions. I see your hands clench and unclench though. I continue to use the crop on you, whipping you on your legs - the fronts and backs of your thighs - and then I move around to your ass. You can feel welts beginning to rise on your skin and it is becoming one continual burn of pain. Just when you think you can't stand another blow, you feel a soft, warm hand curl around the shaft of your cock and squeeze it lovingly. As you feel me begin to stroke it slowly, your mind moves from the pain to the pleasure

"Jealousy is an emotion that insecure bitches have," I state quietly, my breath hot against your shoulder. "Does that make you a bitch?" I don't expect an answer. "But then I guess you are, aren't you, my pet? You are my bitch. You are my jealous little whore who will do anything to please me." I pick up the rhythm of stroking your cock. You feel my breasts against your side as I stand in a position where I can touch you front and back.

As you are getting very hard from my attention, you feel the riding crop again, but not spanking you as before. This time it is the other end, a hard leather, phallic-shaped handle. You can feel it ease its way between your tight ass cheeks. At first you tense up and of course I notice. I let go your cock and reach up to roughly take one of your hard little nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Painfully, I pinch it hard and command you to relax your muscles. "This is my property back here," I tell you, pushing the crop again. "You have absolutely no say in what I do with it, so stop trying to resist me."

You notice the crop move away for a moment and can feel me spread my legs and moan slightly, and as I do, my hand slides down your chest back to your cock, my fingernails leaving bright red scratches as they travel. When you feel the handle of the crop again, you can tell that it is very wet now with a warm, slippery lubricant and you smell the scent of your Mistress when she is excited.

"You can answer me now, my little slut. You are my bitch, aren't you?" I ask sweetly, stroking your cock again, putting more pressure on the crop. It is resting against your asshole now, as if I am deciding whether to penetrate you or not.

"Oh, yes I am, Mistress," you answer me, your tone full of emotion and lust.

"And I can do whatever I want to you?"

"Yes, you can Mistress. I belong to you totally and completely."

"And you will never resist me?"

"Never, Mistress."

Suddenly but gently you feel a firm push and the crop slips into your anus. You feel yourself invaded by the hard, oily leather. It pushes deep inside you, making you feel like I'm tearing you open. A searing, burning pain causes you to cry out and try to pull your hips away, but they can't move very far at all. At the same moment, my hand engulfs your cock, stroking and tugging it. You don't know which feeling is stronger - the pain or the pleasure. In your confusion, you realize that all your pleasure is coming from the pain because you know it is what your Mistress desires that you feel.

Then without warning, you feel a hot, wet mouth wrapped around your cock.

But you know the crop is still in your ass, beginning to move in and out so it can't be the mouth of your Mistress. In your surprise, you look down and see the young girl from my bed sucking you, taking you deep into her throat. Now I start to fuck your ass hard with crop and my mouth kisses your shoulder from behind. I bite your skin lightly, sending little electric shocks down your arm. You can feel my breath in your ear, only a quiet sound over the roar of your own panting.

"Do not cum," I whisper, biting your ear lobe. "Do not cum until you beg me for release."

As I rape you from behind with the crop and the girl's throat constricts tightly around your penis, you feel that you are getting very close. You cry out, "Please Mistress! Please allow me to cum now!"

Kissing and sucking on your neck, I whisper mockingly, "You've not suffered at all! Show me some endurance, my bitch! Some penitence!." The crop goes even deeper and you feel me reaching around to pinch one of your nipples again, squeezing it until your face contorts in anguish.

"Oh, please Mistress! I can't hold back much longer!" We both can hear the girl devouring your cock hungrily, running her tongue along its length while she holds it in her mouth. She's doing an outstanding job of matching the pace I'm setting while I fuck your ass.

"You can't hold back?" I ask. "Are you about to cum now?"

"Yes, Mistress! Yes!"

Without a sound, the girl backs away from you and I pull out the crop and toss it to the floor, leaving you standing, unable to move, the pressure threatening to drive you insane. I watch drops of your precum fall to the floor from your straining penis.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" you cry out your frustration. "Mistress please, please!"

The girl and I stand before you, seeming to ignore you. I am kissing her deeply with my tongue, tasting your precum in her mouth. I squeeze one of her small breasts possessively.

I hear you sob in your agony and turn to look at you, my fingers absently rolling her nipple between them.

"Tell me what I want to hear," I order you.

With ragged breath, you say, "I am yours, Mistress. All of me, your humble slave. You are my Mistress, I have no right to be jealous of you. I have no right ever to look disapprovingly at you. I am nothing except what you let me be and I beg your forgiveness for my insecurity."

I smack the girl's butt and send her own her way and walk over towards you. Without touching your body, I put my palms lovingly on each side of your face. "What a wonderful slave you are, my pet." My lips connect with yours and you faintly taste the other girl on me. But as I kiss you and push my tongue deep into your mouth, I press my hips forward against you and you feel me maneuvering them against your cock. Suddenly you feel my pussy very hot and wet, holding you just at its moist opening. With one thrust of my hips, I plunge your throbbing cock into me. I grasp your hips now, thrusting us together over and over and I whisper to you, "Cum now, my sweet servant."

You can't stop the cry of relief as you fill me with your hot, thick semen, pulsing until you think you may pass out. I pull off of you and untie you, feet first, then arms, and I lead you to my bed.

"Stay with me tonight, my dear obedient one, and keep me warm." I hold you tightly in my arms, your head resting softly against my breasts and your breathing becomes quieter. You know there is no reason for you to ever be jealous.

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He wanted to show them how good he got it.
Jake always knew how to set me off. Hot breath on my ear, kisses on my neck, and a caress of my hip and I would melt. Every time, but I was reluctant to be close in public. I didn't like to be intimate with people around, but he did. He finally got his way that day....

The teacher drones on like another usual day, and I take notes, like every usual day, yet today Jake wanted to sit closer to me. I can feel his hand lingering on my hip, his fingers playing with the waistline as he watches the teacher lecture.Using his hand on my hip he pulls me right against him.

"Stop" I mouth as I notice that we are completely alone in the back row of the hall...

He smiles before leaning in and whispering "You know you love it". His breath caresses my ear and I can feel myself getting hot for him. He lightly kisses down my neck as his hand slides from my hip to the inside of my thigh, my checkered skirt a flimsy covering as his fingers slip slowly up my thigh.

I shiver with excitement as he runs his hand up to the top of my panties before hooking them with his fingers and pulling them off my body.

He smirks as he notices the liquid shimmering down my thigh. I gasp as he slowly strokes the opening of my pussy, his fingers coating themselves in my juice. He plunges them into me, stroking deeply, making me whimper silently as I try to hold in the moans.

With his other hand, he unbuttons his khakis before pulling them down enough to expose his cock. He continues to stroke my neck, yet as he does he pulls my head down towards his dick and instantly I wrap my lips around his hot shaft. Sliding my tongue lightly over the soft skin, I suck on his cock. Deeply at first before pulling out to the tip, then plunging it back into my mouth. I watch as he bites his lips, holding his moans, his hand working feverishly between my legs, coaxing me closer and closer to climax.

Just before I am about to cum from his touch, he stops me by pulling my chin up to his lips. He kisses me harshly as he yanks his khakis all the way off and slides me onto his lap. Slowly, I feel his cock fill me and it takes all my strength not to cry out in pleasure. I wait until I am comfortable on his huge cock before rocking forward and back, riding his hips as his dick moves in and out of me. I whimper gently as he starts to pound harder and harder, holding my arms to keep me still above him. I lean down and bite his shoulder to muffle my moans as he keeps pushing deeper and deeper into me. Suddenly, his cock fills me with his hot sticky cum, right before an orgasm rips through my body, my cries finally escaping my lips.

"Shhh!" the teacher cries as I shake next to Jake, his pants already on his waist and a smirk on his lips. After my orgasm passes, I look at him, his smirk still planted on his face.

"Who saw us?" I whisper to him at the end of the period. I see stares from people in the class, most of them smirking just like Jake was. He slips his hand around my waist, pulls me against his side, before whispering in my ear:


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We both brushed our teeth, but I took more time than he did and finally he said, "I'm going to take a shower now, Jack."

"OK, I'll join you in a minute," I said through a mouthful of toothpaste. My plan was working.

Tim untied his towel and flipped it onto a hook beside the doorway of the shower room. His back was to me and I watched as he moved gracefully into the small, narrow shower room. He had wide shoulders, with a tapering back and narrow waist above a firm, full ass and straight, muscular legs. He selected the fourth of eight shower-heads aligned on one of the long walls of the narrow room and stood to one side to adjust the spray and temperature of the shower. Then he ducked his head into the water and began showering.

Quickly, I snatched off my towel, hung it next to his and leapt into the room before he could get the water off of his face, open his eyes and see my developing erection. With my back to him I took the second shower head, close to the doorway, and adjusted the spray, getting wet at the same time. Then I faced Tim, moving so that my back was to the doorway and my left leg was in the water spray but my feet wide apart so that my body was out of the spray and blocking the lane to the door. Tim didn't realize it, but he would have to push me aside if he suddenly decided to leave the shower.

I began soaping up my body, creating lots of lather, moving slowly. Tim began watching, as I knew he would. He seemed to like watching me. I smiled, and began a slow circling motion on my right breast, pinching the nipple.

Unconsciously, Tim began lathering his own chest, stepping out of the spray and facing me as he did so. I lathered one armpit, so did he. Then the other; he followed suit. With both hands fully lathered, I slid them down my chest and rubbed my stomach and abdomen, careful not to touch my crotch. It was taking real concentration to keep from becoming fully erected, but my cock was in that sexy, puffed-up stage, hanging long, looking big but not threatening. Tim's hands were following every one of my movements as if I were controlling them. His eyes followed my every gesture, but were lingering now and then on my growing cock. His cock was beginning to redden and expand, too, and once it looked like he might grab his cock with a soapy hand, but he caught himself and continued to follow my lead.

Avoiding my crotch, my hands lathered my thighs and, rather than lifting my legs one at a time to soap them up, I leaned way forward toward Tim, covering the intent of the movement with lathering motions on my shins and calves. While bent over, my head a few feet from Tim's stomach, I stared boldly right at his hardening cock without any pretense.

"You've got a big one," I said, twisting my face up to his, grinning at him with a boyish smirk, knowing the effect of my smile, then returning to my lewd study of his cock. He moved his hands downward as if to cover himself but then boldly lathered his thighs instead.

Then he, too, bent forward, lathering his legs. I straightened up, letting him get a good look at my now almost fully erect cock, before I grabbed it lightly and covered it with lots of lather, making it appear less naked and insistent, not hidden but safe.

"Gee," he said, straightening up, "you've got a hard-on, too. I can't keep mine down, Jack. Guess I shoulda beat off earlier." He looked flustered but was displaying a perfectly straight standing, very thick, cut cock, now bright red against the white soapy lather covering the rest of the front of his hard body. The glans of his penis was not yet fully engorged with blood, but I could see his pulse-beat in the rhythm of the straining cock.

"I know how you feel," I said, glad now that I had put my plan into action early, before Tim had had a wet dream or awoke to jack off. I turned sideways, letting the shower spray rinse the soap off, giving Tim a full view of my now throbbing, hard cock with its big balls up tight against the large cockbase, the cock hair plastered down by the water spray. "I jack off all the time, and I'm horny as a rabbit right now," I said. "Do you beat your meat much?" I asked, a broad, innocent smile on my lips.

"Christ, Jack, I've been jacking off three time a day since I was 12," he said, grinning back at me, "Since I've been in the army, it's been hell trying to find the privacy to do it. Half the time I'm so horny I don't know what I'm doing. Looks like you're in the same boat."

While he was talking I had taken hold of my cock firmly, turned to face him, again standing out of the water spray, feet wide apart. "You're right, Tim, and I've jacked off at least as often, if not more, since I was 12," I said quietly, beginning a slow movement of my hand up the shaft of my cock as he watched, "and right now I don't give I damn, I'm going to jerk off here." I let my hand move slowly down the rigid shaft, careful not to go too fast, letting him take it all in. "Want to join me?" I whispered with a grin.

He rinsed the lather off his body without taking his eyes off of my cock and my slowly jerking tight grip. He saw the deep red mushroom head loom above my fist, completely engorged, ready for action. He faced me, stepping halfway towards me, planting his feet like mine, wide apart, his cock hardly waving from the motion, it had grown so stiff. With some hesitation, his hand slowly wrapped its long fingers knowingly around the heat of his beautiful meat.

"I don't know, Jack," he said. "If someone comes back..." his voice trailed off, but his hand started moving slowly up the length of his shaft and the cockhead had engorged to become even larger than my own. A sparkling, large drop of pre-cum glistened in the indentation of the slit on the large, well-contoured cockhead. His knees bent slightly, his pelvis tilted forward, the cock in his hand moving upward, pointed toward my face. He was aiming it at me. He was ready.

"Tim," I whispered, as I continued the slow, even rate of my own masturbation, leading the pace for him in the mutual jack off we now both wanted, "don't worry at all. I've checked, and double checked, and there's no one in the barracks tonight except you and me, so we won't get interrupted." I grinned and picked up the tempo, thrusting my crotch towards him and aiming the cockhead at his face as he watched with narrowing eyes, caught up in the seduction. "Besides," I breathed huskily, "I'm so close to shooting a load from watching you stroke that heavy meat of yours, that I'll come before you know it."

"Yeah," he breathed out slowly, "I know what you mean. I don't know if I've ever been so hot. I've never seen another hard-on besides my own before now, but here I am watching a man pump a beauty with me. Showing off mine to you. Beating to the rhythm of your jack-off." He was matching my faster pace now. "Wow," he sighed, "this is great." The droplet of pre-cum had grown much larger and now started rolling forward off of the glans. The thick syrup dribbled slowly from his cockhead toward the floor. The upbeat movement of his hand caught the stringy bead in mid-air, coating part of his fist. He dribbled more and more. I watched, fascinated, then glanced down at my own cock to enjoy the pleasure I was giving myself and saw that my fist too was glistening with the heavy flow of pre-cum from my fully expanded, shining red cockhead.

I was close to coming. I knew he was too. I wanted to squat down and take that giant dick in my mouth, to savor the virgin cum of this robust soldier, to lap at the tight hairy balls bouncing in front of me to the rhythm of the beat, but I kept to my plan. I knew Tim would be put off by any movement that he didn't initiate or invite. He knew his body well. He knew how to bring himself off without intrusion from me. He was now finding out how much pleasure jacking off with a friend could be, and I was savoring the same enjoyment, watching and admiring him, a natural talent at cock play and at cock watching, with impressive equipment for breath-taking display.

So I shuffled forward noticeably, bringing us closer. Tim, hypnotized, did the same as if in a ritual dance, narrowing the distance between our cockheads to several inches. We were the same height. We leaned forward, our cocks almost touching, but not quite; our pumping hands lightly touching when at the top of the stroking action on the cocks. The closeness enabled us to study both cocks at the same time without missing anything. We both seemed to be trying to get the tips of our cocks to touch together without interference to the steady stroking.

I was rubbing my chest and pinching my hard nipples, as he was doing, but I reached out my free hand and firmly grasped the roundness of his hip as though for support. Bingo. His free hand grasped my hip with equal firmness, with no hesitation. Our knees touched, improving the steadiness of our stance.

In that same instant, we both looked up from watching our two cocks being pumped in unison. Our eyes met and held. "Oh, Jack, I'm coming," Tim hissed, then gasped for air as the full strength of his orgasm overtook him.

A spurt of come from his exploding cock hit me hard under the chin. Then a second spurt hit with the same force in almost the same spot above my Adam’s apple.

"God, that did it," I managed to force out, as my breath was pressed out and sucked back in with the urgency of my own climax. My cock shot out six wild heavy spurts in quick succession almost like one long stream, covering Tim's bare chest where I was aiming.

Tim's subsequent spurting of eight more big globs of semen hit my chest with amazing force. Then he dropped his hand from his still erupting cock and his cock pushed against the back of my hand. I dropped my hand immediately from my cock and our two cocks pushed together, still spewing hot white liquid. I put the newly freed hand on his other hip and, stretching forward with my pelvis, crushed our cocks together. Both his hands stretched around me, kneading my ass muscles as I finished coming, drawing us tightly together. I slid my hands around to his ass and duplicated the kneading pressure on his round, tense ass cheeks.

We collapsed together, heads resting on each other's shoulders as we both gasped for breath, our chests beating together in a slippery contact as sperm oozed downwards. I leaned my head and neck back without breaking the rest of our body to body embrace, took a finger and wiped a huge glob of come off of my neck. With a flourish and a big smile, I slurped the glob into my mouth, licked my finger lasciviously, and laughed, saying "Oowee, that was fantastic!" We were still linked together, our softening cocks still pressed tight upon one another.

Tim looked shocked. "Jack, that was MY come you just swallow...," he couldn't finish the word, his look changing to amazement.

"What the fuck," I laughed, grinning like a happy cat. "What's the difference? I've tasted my own come before, haven't you? Yours tastes almost the same. Maybe better!" I laughed hard, disarming him. "Did you ever taste yours?" I asked, backing away from him and into the shower spray, making a big show of beginning to lather up again.

He turned on the showerhead right next to mine, and hesitated before stepping into the spray, ignoring the running shower behind him he had started with. The simple act of moving closer to me excited me. I watched him scoop up some of the mixed warm juice on his washboard belly with the same finger I had used to taste his come. He looked at the glob, and then at me. I grinned and winked. He looked puzzled but curious. He wanted one decision, but slowly he reached out into the spray and washed his hands. He immediately fell into the imitation of my washing movements without thinking about it, lathering up again. He wanted to talk.

"Yeah, I tried my cum. It's okay, I mean, I like it and all, but..." he trailed off, using the water spray to cover his head and stop his talking. But his head popped out of the spray and he grinned at me, saying, "Jack, that was great! I never thought something could be that terrific. I don't think it'll ever be topped. Whew-ee!," and laughed hard, the sound echoing in the shower room.

Without smiling, I looked calmly at him and said, "Oh, I don't know. Sometime I might just surprise you. Jacking off is great, but there are other things that can be exciting, too." I was turned toward him again, still in the spray, letting the cool water reinvigorate me.

Moving out of the spray again, I placed my feet wide apart, facing him, my cock hanging heavy between my open legs. He followed suit, facing me, much closer than before, his red meat still full, almost ready, used but far from finished for the night. I started washing and lathering my balls and my cock, all around my crotch, running my hands well under my large balls, stretching backward and washing my ass and running my hands well between my hard asscheeks, cleaning my asshole. His every move followed mine, exactly.

While I was rinsing off, he asked, "What do you mean, Jack? Things like what?" There was concern in his voice. "I don't want to get into trouble...." His voice trailed off again as he watched me.

And he was watching me very carefully, as I came out of the rinse and started to lather up my cock. Just my cock. Skinning it back. Using both hands to hold and lather it. Working it. Bringing it back to life. Squeezing it, forcing blood into the big head. Breathing life back into it with the pretext of lathering it up. Having fun with it. Showing it off to Tim. Letting him admire it, watch it grow, lengthen, harden and stand up proudly, looking back at him with one great eye.

"What trouble," I laughed. "I told you, no one will be around for hours, and we'll be finished with this great shower long before then." I reached over and gave him a friendly shove, causing him to fall under the water spray and rinse the lather off, rubbing my hand roughly up and down his arm before drawing it back.

But I kept lathering my now completely erect cock, playing with it openly and exclusively. He faced me and started playing with his own cock, milking it, squeezing it, feeling it up the way he knew he would get it hard again. He grinned. "We're gonna do it again, right away, aren't we?" he asked excitedly. "I can come twice in a row easily," he laughed. "Sometimes even more than twice." He was getting into it, but still following my lead. I was keeping the pace slow and sensual, caressing and loving, waiting for the tension to rebuild in him.

Like before, I turned sideways to him and let the spray wash off the soap from my cock, which looked even larger and angrier now, urgent for more action. I posed for Tim, letting him watch the spraying water hit my cock making it bounce against my hard abdomen, my squirming balls still tight against the broad base of my cock. Then, still watching my cock, he slowly turned toward the shower, showing me the profile pose of his lithe, supple body with its oversize proud-standing cock throbbing alone against the spray, untouched.

"Umm, that looks clean enough to eat," I whispered to him, leaning over, staring directly at his cock, grabbing his ass as though trying to keep my balance. I straightened up, moving closer, keeping contact with his ass, spreading my feet wide, standing with my rigid cock in my hand slowly stroking it, watching his reaction.

He looked startled, then grinned. "You sort of did eat it, Jack, remember? But don't get funny or I'll..." he stopped, not knowing if he really wanted to continue, wondering what to say, but turning to face me, spreading his thighs open wide, tilting his pelvis forward, and resuming the sensuous masturbation.

"Hey, I remember," I said with a grin, "how can I forget? But don't hold it against me," pausing, "or I WILL eat it!" Laughing, I said, "Is that funny enough for you?" He couldn't help it, he laughed with me, never missing a matching stroke on his cock. I watched the cockhead expanding to its largest, meatiest greatness, a gleaming purple-red beacon. A new drop of pre-cum glistened in the slit. I leaned down toward it, then looked up at him, leering.

"It still looks good enough to eat," I sighed. He didn't back away but watched me intently. For the first time his fist started moving faster than mine. He was getting very hot again.

I squatted down between his legs, letting go of my cock, both my hands massaging his outer thighs, breathing hard through my mouth in my excitement. I wanted him to feel my hot breath on his pumping hand and rigid cock, to intensify the closeness of my lips to his cock.

"Shit!" he whispered urgently, "what are you doing?" He didn't back off. His gripping hand pushed to the base of his cock, pointing the large organ at my mouth. He gasped as he watched my tongue ease out from between my pursed lips, inches from his cockhead. My pointed tongue waved tauntingly in the space between us, not moving forward. The next move had to be his.

He didn't disappoint either of us. With pre-cum oozing faster, the space between his cock and my tongue was tantalizingly narrowed as he eased his pelvis forward, shuffling his feet again in that sexy dance. He made contact! His hot cock pushed gently against my hot, firm tongue. I backed away slightly, drawing a long string of beading pre-cum through the air between tongue and cock, forcing him to have the full awareness that we had connected, that his cum was on my tongue. I pulled my tongue in and licked my lips. I glanced up at him and said, "Man!" in a hushed voice. He closed his eyes momentarily and let out a sigh.

Still holding the base of his cock, his eyes narrow slits, his other hand reached out and rested gently but firmly on my head, giving support as he raised up onto the balls of his feet to offer me the cock I had planned so long to conquer.

My tightly pursed lips kissed the cockhead. "At last," I thought. I sucked on the cum-slit, drawing out a large quantity of pre-cum. My tongue flicked out and wrapped quickly around the glans, causing Tim to gasp loudly. My tongue swirled around the glans. My lips sucked forward and the entire fat glans, hard as a ripe giant plum, smacked noisily into my mouth. My tongue kept up its swirling around the sensitive cockhead.

"Oh, god, Jack. I can't believe this. It feels so good," Tim sighed. Then he gave another loud gasp as I pushed gently but relentlessly forward, slowly forcing the hard cock down my throat, inch by thick inch, taking my time, enjoying the fullness of the steely shaft in my throat, until finally my nose rested in the pubic hair at the base. My tongue flicked out and lapped at Tim's giant balls. He moaned. His cock expanded, but I knew he was not yet ready to come. He wanted this to last. So did I, and I had seen to it by getting him to shoot that first quick load with me in the mutual jack off. His pelvis started thrusting forward in short jerking motions. I loved it. I hoped it would last, but I wanted his cum in my mouth. My own cock was throbbing wildly. My hands caressed Tim's ass, urging his forward thrusts.

Then I reminded myself to follow the plan, and I pulled off. Sucking and slurping loudly, I backed slowly up and off of the magnificent shaft. I eased up, pulling myself steady by using my grip on his ass. My cock caught under his balls and straightened out between us. He had wanted to say "Don't stop" but the sudden contact of my cock and his balls left him speechless. He stopped his pleading look into my eyes and stared down at my cock in disbelief. It popped up from under his balls and slapped loudly against my belly.

My loud laugh broke his trance. He grinned at me. "Wow!" he said ardently. "This isn't real. I never..." he stopped again, this time from the sudden awareness that my cock was now in his hand. My hands were on his shoulders, resting but secure. We stared deeply into each other’s eyes.

He broke the stare by looking down at my hot cock throbbing in his tight grasp. He pulled the skin upward, partially covering the glans. Slowly he uncovered it again, pushing the skin down toward my balls. He was fascinated. My cockhead looked huge, a large pearl of pre-cum shining at the tip. His knees seemed to go weak.

Glancing up at me with a shy grin, and encouraged by my steady, calm smile, feeling free to make his own choice, he slowly lowered himself downward, putting his other hand on my ass to guide and balance his descent. Squatting, he watched as his hand slowly jacked my massive organ. I could see the awe in his expression. He knew he was being offered a once in a lifetime opportunity, a cock he could play with or not, do what he wanted to do with or do nothing, to jack it or even suck it. I remained motionless waiting for his decision.

His tongue wiped quickly across his lips. I almost came. Uncontrollably, my knees shuttered and my pelvis lurched forward. The gesture was clear to him. I wanted the touch of his tongue on my cock, and I wanted it now. His hand pushed downward on my cock, causing the cockhead to point directly at his mouth, inches from it. From my view above him, I could see my straight flesh pointing at his mouth, pulsating. Below it, I could see his rock hard erection standing strongly between his squatting legs, pulsing invitingly, shiny with my spit in the lights of the warm shower room.

Slowly I felt the growing pressure of his hand on my ass as he urged me towards him. I watched the gap narrowing. Suddenly, his tongue darted out, completing the connection. I felt its heat on my cock. He could feel the heat of my cock on his tongue. The contact of his tongue on my cock increased as he moved his head forward, pushing the tongue down along the underside of the shaft as his lips came into contact with the fleshy cockhead. I watched as my pre-cum coated the disappearing tongue. His lips sucked my cockhead into his fiery hot mouth. His tongue swirled around the glans, feeling its size, its smoothness, and its heat, dipping into the large wet slit, making love to it.

My cock throbbed. It oozed. He could taste the cum, sense its approaching release into his virgin mouth. It seemed to enflame his determination. He started sucking the rigid shaft of the organ, slowly drawing more of it into his mouth, then backing away, then more again. He understood going too fast would be difficult and less pleasurable, so he persisted with great strength and vigor, drawing more and more of the cock into his suctioning hot mouth. My legs weakened and almost buckled, pulling my cock back, but Tim never lessened contact nor diminished the energetic sucking.

This was better than my wildest dreams or frequent, stroking daydreams. I watched in amazement as his head, bobbing slowly up and down, captured more and more of the thick cock. Eventually, I felt the cockhead penetrate into his rough throat. I couldn't believe it. Few had been able to take that much of my cock down into his throat. Usually, it was a hand beating my shaft while lips sucked the plump tip for its nectar. Not Tim! He was doing everything he could to give me the pleasure I had given him. He steadily pursued his goal with obvious relish and the skill that comes of loving the job.

My orgasm was near. Sucking in air, I leaned over his head and massaged his neck muscles. "Tim," I whispered hoarsely, "you'd better stop. Christ, that feels so great I can't hold back, I'm about to shoot off into you mouth."

His only reaction was to increase the speed of the bobbing head on my cock and to pull my body in closer, locking me tightly in his strong arms. I felt my cock slide the final inch or two into his throat and his nose press against my pubic bone into the scratchy hair. He exhaled loudly, blowing onto my balls with hot breath. My cock throbbed in ecstasy, my breath came in loud gasps. Tim backed off all of the way, inhaling loudly, his lips tightly suctioning.

A hand was playing with my ass, I suddenly realized, and fingers were plying their way between the cheeks seeking my asshole. Tim's middle finger found its goal and began rubbing and circling, pressing and pushing. It entered a fraction of an inch, just barely peeking into the virgin territory, but it put me over the brink.

The first tremendous shot of cum filled his mouth, as his tongue lashed my cockhead. I cried out. His tongue lashed again and another blast of cum coated it. He swallowed, took a quick breath and, using the lubricating semen as an aid, slid my cock down his throat quickly to the base and swallowed. Four jolts of cum splattered him deep in the throat. He backed up, sucking out more as he did so. He kept his mouth on the tip now, trying to capture as much of the cum as possible in his mouth. I think I counted six more spurts of cum. His sucking slowed as his mouth filled again with my hot cum. He looked up. I was now looking down at him in sheer amazement. Somehow, I was able to see a grin on his face as he kept the cockhead in his mouth and, looking me in the eye, made an obvious swallowing motion. His eyes closed in pure pleasure. His mouth opened, gasped for air and dove down the shaft to its base in a slippery smooth glide, sucking hard as it went. I shuddered and almost collapsed on top of him. The final weak spurts were drained from the cock as he drew back, sucking on the tip. He didn't swallow, but he continued to suck on the tip until I had to pull back, laughing and hooting.

"Wait. God! Enough, I can't take any more. Jeez, let up," I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice low, but wanting to yell out. My cock popped out of his mouth, still throbbing and stiff, coated with sperm and spit, sucked dry. He gazed admiringly at it.

I grabbed him under the shoulders and pulled him up to me. We stared into each other’s eyes again. This time I could see something that hadn't been there before. The word "joy" ran through my mind. He was happier than he'd ever been. He loved sucking my cock and I loved feeding it to him.

As he straightened up and we leaned together for support, him from working hard for the load, and me from giving him the best orgasm of my life, I felt our cocks bump and throb together. I pushed my hips forward and felt his hot cock pulsate. He leaned back, a look of shock in his eyes.

"Jack. I'm going to come!" he blurted out with surprise.

I zipped downward and smoothly sucked the cock into my mouth. Not considering his reaction to how expert at cocksucking I might be, I pushed downward until the length of the giant shaft was in to the hilt. Once. I backed up, and pushed all the way down again. Twice. And finally, slowly, sucking hard, a last push down to the base and a swallow and I felt the first sharp jolt of cum shooting up through the thick shaft and entering my throat.

"Jack, Jack," he whispered. I backed off, holding the shooting cockhead in my mouth catching the next five huge spurts of cum, the first so strong that it blasted into the back of my throat almost choking me. There was so much that I had to swallow most of it, but caught the next three big spurts before the orgasm subsided into a series of small jolts timed to the contractions of his pumping ass. I deep-throated the cock again and pulled Tim to me as he had done and held on until all spasms stopped and Tim had to beg to be released. I backed off, gave the head a last swipe with my tongue and let the big cock plop loudly out of my full mouth.

Grinning, I stood up. He smirked at me and I pulled him to me, his hot lips grinding into mine. His mouth opened, and I felt a trickle of my own sperm against my lips. He had saved some. I opened my mouth and a gusher of his semen mixed with mine on our lips, his eyes opening widely. His tongue lapped into my mouth, mine then pushed into his. We sucked, and kissed, and swallowed.

We looked at each other. "Wow!" we whispered in unison, and then giggled like two happy kids who hadn't got caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

"I can't wait till the next shower," Tim laughed.

Licking my lips, and with a big grin, I asked, "Why wait?"

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