Kate’s House Hunt

3 Nisan 2021 0 Yazar: sexhikayeleri

I was looking for a new place to live. I had one week left on my tenancy agreement and having left everything to the last minute I was getting desperate. Hunting for a new home was much harder than I’d anticipated: I’d seen three rooms already that evening, in different parts of the City, and they were either damp, falling apart or the size of a shoebox. I had one more place to see and I really didn’t want to have to spend another evening traipsing through the streets of London looking for a dream home that didn’t exist.

I found my next address and rang the bell. The landlord answered the door. “Hi, I’m Alex” he said. He was tall, a few years older than me; rather rugged-looking and seemed friendly enough.

“Hi Alex, I’m Kate.” I took my cue and entered the house. He showed me around the communal areas; kitchen, living room, shared bathroom. They were all clean, tidy and homely; so far so good. We found plenty to chat about and I even felt like he was flirting with me a little. He walked behind me as we ascended the stairs to the 2nd floor and I was sure he was catching glimpses up my skirt. Not that I minded, I was starting to feel quite attracted to him. Since it was the height of summer I had dressed light. I wasn’t wearing tights; just a pair of pumps, a cute denim skirt that scraped the tops of my knees and a pair of flowery-patterned satin knickers underneath. I was glad that I’d chosen my favourites that morning, if he really was checking them out! I was also wearing a light cotton blouse, with the top few buttons undone, and a balcony bra, so my cleavage could make a subtle appearance from time to time.

It was a good-sized bedroom, with a double bed and nice furniture, overlooking the quiet garden. Perfect!

“There were 2 rooms advertised, but the other one was taken earlier today.” Alex explained. “It’s a little more rent than the ad said – £700 a month including bills”.

“Oh, that is more than I expected” I said, struggling to hide the disappointment in my voice. “I really love the room and I’d like to be able to take it, but I’m not sure I can stretch to that – my budget is £600. Also, I don’t get paid until next week, but I really need to move before then”. I was trying my best to flirt in an attempt to appeal to his softer side. I gave him the doe-eyes and teen porno slightly puckered my lips.

Alex paused for a few seconds “You do seem like you’d really fit in here and I want to get the room rented fast. Perhaps we could come to an arrangement.”

“Great!” I said, “Anything at all, I would really love to live here. So, what sort of arrangement are you thinking?”

“Well…” said Alex, thoughtfully, “I’ve been single for a long time and it will be really nice to have such an attractive young woman around the place… But I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back from wanting to do all sorts of… things… to you if you were to live here. So here’s the deal: If you move in, you help me satisfy my sexual urges and I’ll reduce your rent accordingly. What do you think?”

I was a bit taken aback. I’d been flirty in the hope that Alex might negotiate with me on the rent and the date of my first payment. I’d run with his suggestion of an arrangement because I really did want to live in his house and I was intrigued by what he was going to suggest, thinking that it might involve extra housework or something. But hearing him being so blunt about his sexual needs was unexpected! I felt my cheeks flush as I realised I’d been staring at him with my mouth open, in stunned silence, for at least 30 seconds, which was feeling like a really long time. I quickly pulled myself together.

“Well…” I said, with a sly glint in my eye, “will you be wanting a deposit?”

The smile that spread across his face answered that question instantly. I started undoing my blouse, button by button, revealing my ample cleavage, as Alex stood and watched. I could see a large bulge emerging in his trousers. With my shirt completely undone I eased my feet, one by one, out of my shoes, looked up at him, tucked my hands up under the back of my skirt and then wriggled out of my knickers, letting them drop to the floor while my skirt remained in place; all the while maintaining direct eye contact with Alex. In my peripheral vision I could see that his bulge had grown and was twitching under his trousers. I moved half a step closer to him and gave him my most seductive look. All of a sudden, he stepped towards me and put his hand up my skirt, feeling for my soft flesh. He let his fingertips tricky masseur porno glide over my smooth lips before gently easing a finger between them, sinking it through the fold, separating my soft skin and feeling for my clit.

“Take off your bra” he said, and I did as I was told; slowly slipping my blouse off my shoulders and letting it fall, before reaching around and undoing the clasp, dropping my bra by my knickers on the floor. My nipples were solid and my large breasts were firm; aching to be touched. He started stroking them with his free hand; gently pinched my right nipple, twisted it between his thumb and index finger and then leaned in to kiss me. His stubble was a little rough on my chin, but his lips were soft on mine and his probing tongue explored my mouth.

As he was kissing me he traced circles around my clit with his fingers, making my pussy pulse and my juices start to flow. He unzipped my skirt and encouraged it to drop to the floor, leaving me completely naked; then he picked me up with his arm around my waist and lifted me over to the bed.

He laid me down, kissed my breasts and nipples, worked his way slowly down my stomach and then started licking me; first teasing his tongue between my lips and then, as he pushed my legs apart with his hands, spreading me wide before him, he eased his tongue up inside me as far as it would go. He thrust it into me over and over, before working on my clit; licking, kissing, sucking and flicking over it with his tongue.

I was making all sorts of noises; groaning, moaning, squealing with delight in response to all the different sensations he was lavishing me with. Next, he slowly pushed a finger deep into my hot, wet cunt and explored me from the inside, while still licking over my clit and sucking at my lips. He added a second finger and then a third, and finally pushed four fingers inside me, stretching me open, preparing me for what was to come. He used his other hand to undo the zip of his trousers and he eased his cock out. It was hard and wide and the length of his hand.

He pulled me down the bed until my pussy was at the edge, so he could fuck me while he was still standing up. He put the tip of his cock against the wet entrance to my vagina. “Are you ready türkçe alt yazı porno for this?” he asked.

I nodded, smiling and feeling myself dripping and throbbing with anticipation. He very slowly began to push himself into me. My pussy is tight, even when my juices are flowing, but he worked it in carefully and gently. When it was an inch in he pulled it back out, letting the evidence of my excitement drip down his shaft before starting again. He pushed it in – half way this time, before starting to thrust. My flesh was being stretched and it felt amazing. I had never been so full of cock before. He thrust his length in until I could feel his balls banging against my skin. He fucked me harder and harder, holding my legs wide with his hands and watching my whole body rocking to his rhythm; my breasts bouncing up and down and my face contorting in ecstasy.

I raised my hips to alter the angle of Alex’s entry and felt his cock rub against my g-spot. My whole body automatically tensed, trying to hold onto that feeling, which, in turn, must have made me grip tighter to his cock, as he let out a gasp of pleasure. I could tell he wasn’t far from coming and I was starting to edge. I relaxed a little while he kept thrusting into me, harder and deeper, over and over, until his groans got louder and faster. He slipped his hands round under my thighs and reached for my hips. All of a sudden he sped up his movements to twice the speed and I knew there were only a matter of seconds before he would climax.

I reached down to my clit, which was soaking wet, and lightly touched myself. My labia was so sensitive I knew it wouldn’t take much to spark my orgasm. I waited for a few seconds, until Alex’s grip on my hips tightened, clearly beginning to shoot his load inside me, and then I slid my fingers over my swollen flesh. The combination of sensations from his cock pushing against my g-spot, while I gently pressed my fingers against the nerve endings in my clit, moving them almost imperceptibly, sent me into an intense orgasm: Heat surged up through my body and washed over me, followed by the most glorious chemical rush coursing through my veins. I held onto the high for as long as I could; it felt like I lay there for several minutes, enjoying every second, before slowly climbing down and letting my body gradually relax.

Finally, I looked over at Alex and giggled. He had a huge grin on his face; he was clearly enjoying watching me completely bliss out in front of him.

“Does that work for a deposit?” I asked.

“I think” he responded “I’m going to really enjoy having you here”.


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Satisfying Mother

"I have something I want to show you, Son." said my father, pushing his PDA across the table to me. I was in Chicago on business and had agreed to meet him for lunch between sales calls. I watched a waitress strut by our table carrying a tray one handed above her head in the noisy crowded restaurant.

I picked up the device and pushed play. A video of my mother began to play. She was laying nude on her bed. I looked at my father my eyebrows raised in surprise. He noticed, "Just watch it."

My attention returned to the PDA. Mother was 45 years old but looked ten years younger. She was squeezed her big breasts and tugged on her hard nipples. She continued to pinch her left nipple she picked up a rabbit vibrator. I watched as she slowly inserted it into her slit. Her bald labia was swollen and wet beneath a sandy colored landing strip of pubic hair.

She tilted her strawberry blond head back and groaned. Soon she worked herself into an orgasm. The look on her face was one of passionate bliss. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My dick was so hard it ached.

Her body relaxed and she pulled the vibrator out of herself. Suddenly she threw the vibrator against the wall and she began crying, tears streamed down her face and she wailed in agony. The video ended and the screen went black.

My mouth was gaping open in shock as I pushed the PDA back across the table to my father. "Why did you show me that?" I choked embarrassed by my arousal.

Dad was 58 but looked ten years older. My mother was his second wife and the love of his life. His drive to succeed, to be the top prosecutor in the city had taken its toll on him. He had experienced a heart attack last year. He sipped from his glass of water before answering me. "I wasn't sure how to broach this subject with you so I thought it would be best to show you."

"What's that mean?" I snapped. "What kind of pervert shows his own son a video of his mother masturbating?"

"Shhh. Not so loud," complained my father. He looked around at the other patrons but the noise of the restaurant had drowned my outburst. He choked, "I'm not healthy enough to have sex," and a tear ran down his face.

I waited not sure what to say or do. I had never seen my father like this before he had always been a rock. Even when he had been in the hospital he had shown such strength, the doctors had said that his heart attack would have killed a lesser man. I looked out the window at the snow and the passing pedestrians as he composed himself.

"Your mother has always been quite sexual. She had been a lingerie model when we first started dating. I was an up and coming legal eagle back then. Hammerin' Hank they called me. Of course you know all that," he snapped back from his reminisces. "Sorry, memories of my natural prime are all I have now."

"Dad what's gotten into you," I demanded. I was frightened. My father was aging before eyes. The confident take-on-all-comers man's man I knew was changing into an unsure, defeated wimp.

"I told you. I'm not healthy enough to have sex. My heart can't take it. Even if it could the medicine they give me has killed any sex drive or desire I use to have." He looked out the window disgusted that his own body had betrayed him the overcast sky matched his mood.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Dad, I really am but what does that have to do with you showing me a voyeur tape of my own mother?"

He took a deep breath and continued, "You're not blind so I know you know your mother is a very beautiful and vibrant woman. Like I said she has always been very sexual as well. But since, I'm unable to perform she has grown quite frustrated."

"It looked like she attained the Big-O to me."

He shook his head sadly, "Sure she had an orgasm. She attained some gratification but it wasn't satisfaction and ultimately it lead to frustration."

"You lost me, Dad."

"Didn't you notice that she threw the vibrator against the wall and began to cry?"

"Yeah, but..."

"Satisfying sex for your mother is more just having an orgasm. She needs to be desired, to be held, to respond to her lover's body. She'll never get that from a vibrator."

My cell phone began to buzz. I began to reach for it thankful for the interruption but Dad grabbed my hand. "Let it go to voicemail."

"It could be important..."

"So is this, Son."

"Sorry, Dad," I turned my attention back to him. His gray eyes looked at me trying to judge my reaction to his next comment. "I want you to make love to your mother."

My mouth fell open. Finally I said, "You want me to fuck my own mother?"

"I didn't say I want you to fuck your mother Buddy-boy. I said I want you to make love to your mother. If you don't know the difference, then fuck you."

He placed his palms on the table and made to push himself up. I grabbed his arm, "Don't go."

Dad relaxed, settled back in his chair. He began, dragging grains of spilt salt across the table top. "Look Son, your mother deserves to be sexually satisfied. She'll never get any satisfaction from a hand held device. She'd never go for a one night stand, she wants to love and care about the man in her bed. In order to do that she'd have to have an affair and she won't because she loves me too much."

"You're talking about incest with my mother for goodness sake," I objected.

"I love your mother obviously more than you appreciate. You think this is easy for me? I have to admit I can't pleasure my wife... that I'm not a man anymore." He looked out the window to regain his composure.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what you want from me."

"I told you I want you to seduce your mother."

"Just like that, does she know what you're talking to me about?"

"Hell no and don't you tell her either. She would die from embarrassment and then cut my useless balls off."

I laughed and he began laughing too. The atmosphere seemed a lot less tense. The waitress sauntered up to our table and refilled our coffee cups. She seemed less sexy, less desirable after watching the video of my mother masturbate.

We both sipped the fresh brew from our cups and then I asked, "Isn't incest illegal? What kind of lawyer encourages his son to engage in an illegal act?"

Dad's eyes filled with the familiar fire of the past, "Listen here Buddy-boy, I would never ask you to do anything illegal. Shame on you for thinking I would. I ought to kick your ass."

Now that's the man I remembered. I smiled at his sudden combativeness. He chuckled and then he continued, "Incest laws are in place to protect children from familial sexual exploitation. As well they should, however, the Supreme Court has ruled that under the 14th Amendment's due process clause private consensual sexual activity between adults cannot be criminal. The keyword is adult. You're 25, hardly a child. You and your mother are adults. The courts have ruled that there is a big difference in consensual incest and abusive incest."

"Oh." I said and took a long sip from my coffee cup.

Dad pushed a manila folder across the table. I opened it. Inside was an 8 by 10 boudoir photo of my mother. She was kneeling on the bed in pair of tight white panties which clung to her labia and outlined her slit in a perfect camel-toe. She must have been aroused when the photo was taken. Her arms were above her strawberry-blonde head like she was stretching after waking up from a nap. The man's shirt she wore was white and unbuttoned and exposed half her big round breasts. The white material was transparent enough to reveal the darker outline of her areolas and her hard nipples tented the fabric.

My dick was hard again. I looked at my father hoping I wasn't drooling noticeably with lust.

He smiled, "The irony was she was at the photographer's taking these boudoir shots when I had my heart attack. She had a whole set of poses planned but the hospital called and that was the only one taken. It's yours."

"Thanks." I coughed my mouth suddenly dry.

"Look at her. Do you love her? Do you want to make love to her?"

I nodded. Dad smiled, he had won.

"Okay, when you were home for Christmas you said that your company was hosting a Valentine's Dinner?"

"Yeah, they call it a Sweetheart Supper. It's on harbor dinner cruiser. They sail around San Diego harbor while you eat and dance. The company rents the whole boat for the evening. I think it's so the execs can show off their trophy wives."

Dad nodded in understanding. "Do you have date?"

"Are you kidding, with my travel schedule I barely get home long enough to wash my underwear let alone pursue female companionship?"

"Good, ask your mother to be your date for the dinner cruise tonight when you come to supper."

"Do you really think she'd fly to San Diego for something like that?" I asked.

"No but she'd fly to San Diego for you. You're the hot-shot salesman sell her on the idea of being your date. She'll do it."

"Okay." I answered.

"Now look when she is in San Diego you are going to have to seduce her. I expect she will resist the idea of sleeping with her son. Let her know how much you want her, how much you desire her and how much you love her."

We rose from the table. I got the check and Dad got the tip. The waitress flirted with me as we left but I hardly noticed. My mind was on the woman in the photo in my briefcase. I began to yearn deeply for my mother.

Later that evening I arrived at my parent's home. My afternoon sales call had been successful and I was going back to San Diego with several big orders. I was quite pleased with myself. The cold wind seemed to bite thru by overcoat. I couldn't wait to return to the California sunshine.

I stomped my snow-covered shoes on the porch and opened the door. "Is anyone home?" I hollered from the foyer. Mother called from the back of the house, "In the kitchen, Tommy."

After shucking my coat I put it on the rack by the door. I wiped my feet on the rug and headed to the warmth of the kitchen. Mother was standing at the stove stirring something in a pot. She was wearing jeans that clung tightly to her ass and a blue Chicago Bears sweatshirt.

She turned from the stove with the spoon still in her hand. "Give Momma a hug," she said opening her arms to receive my embrace. The picture of the bear on the front of the shirt lay in the valley between her two huge boobs.

I moved between her outstretched arms avoiding the sauce covered spoon and gave her a big hug. I felt her big breasts pressing against my chest and knew she wasn't wearing a bra. My cock hardened and I pulled her tighter knowing she could feel my hard-on against her pelvic. I lovingly patted her bottom as we broke the embrace. She cocked an eyebrow in surprise but said nothing.

She sipped some wine and began stirring the pot again. I opened the fridge and took out a beer. I adjusted my cock and hoped the cold refrigerated air would deflate my it. I leaned against the counter and sipped my beer while Mom told me about the gossip at her gym and the happenings around the neighborhood. It seemed as if all the people I went to high school with were married and having kids, some where even working on their second marriages.

"Any women in your life?" she asked.

"You are the only woman in my life, Mom. I don't have time for any others."

She smiled, "You always were a Momma's Boy."

"What's that suppose to mean." I asked.

Mom shook her head, her light-colored locks danced around her face as she giggled. "Just that you have always been closer to me than anyone else. We have a special bond, that's all."

Dad arrived and we sat down to eat. The dinner conversation was mostly small talk between bites of food. Mom was a great cook. Dad steered the discussion towards my job and I wowed my parents with tales of my sales exploits and how I was breaking sales records every month.

"I do have one problem." I said.

"What's that?" asked my Dad winking.

"Valentine's Day is next week and I don't have a date to the Sweetheart Supper." I replied.

"Sweetheart Supper?" my mother asked.

"Yeah, my company rents a dinner cruiser for a Valentine celebration, there's a dinner and dancing as the ship cruises around the harbor. It will be real embarrassing if I show up without a date, it may even hurt my chance at promotion."

"Why's that?" interrupted Dad.

"The big boss thinks all his execs should be married or at least romantically involved. He thinks it shows stability."

"I see. Why don't you ask a secretary? I bet there are some attractive cuties in the steno pool."

"Hank," snapped mother, "steno pools no longer exist in the age of the computer. You know that."

Dad and I laughed. Then I added, "Doesn't matter, company policy strictly forbids fraternization between employees."

"Haven't you met any nice girls since you moved to San Diego?" asked mother.

"No, I haven't even met my neighbors at the apartment. I'm on the road so much that when I am home I'm too tired to pursue any romantic relations. Besides the women I have met out there while they are great looking they seem to be pretty superficial."

"Mona, you should go." Dad broached the subject.

"What?" she responded.

"You could be Tommy's date."

She frowned at Dad and said, "Tommy doesn't want to take his mother to a sweetheart dance. Besides I need to stay here and take care of you."

He snapped back, "I can take care of myself, thank you."

"I would love to take you Mom," I interjected. "It really would help my career and wouldn't you like to get out of the snow for awhile?" I smiled at her and gave her my best puppy-dog look.

She looked at Dad and then back at me, "Okay."

"Thanks, Mom." I pulled her close and kissed her cheek. The scent of the perfume dabbed behind her ear was intoxicating. My dick got hard all over again.

The more we talked about our date the more excited she got. The dinner was next Friday night so Dad suggested that Mom fly into San Diego on Thursday evening so she could rest up and find a beauty parlor to do her hair while I was at work on Friday. Saturday we could go to the beach and she would fly home on Sunday. Pleased with the arrangements Dad went up to take a shower and go to bed.

I helped Mom clean up the kitchen. She talked non-stop while she washed the dishes and I dried them. She claimed the need for a new dress and maybe even new a swimsuit. I smiled, thinking that Dad was right Mom really needed this date. She seemed happy and animated.

Later that night in my old room I pulled the boudoir photo from my briefcase and studied it. Everything about my mother's pose created a sexual heat. I began to understand my father's dilemma. The mischievous smile on her face, the teasing glint in her eye. The way her panties clung to her pussy and the way her shirt subtly revealed her breasts. I grasped my cock and flogged it for all I was worth. My nut sack tightened I shot what seemed like a gallon of cum into a tissue. "Ohhhh, Mommmma," I moaned.

The next morning I had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off when Mom burst thru the bathroom door. Her eyes rested on my big dick which began to come to attention under her gaze. My own eyes feasted on her body barely concealed by a baby doll nightie.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were done," she stammered and closed the door in retreat.

I beat off again before I shaved. I knew I would never make it through my flight back to San Diego if I didn't. I finished dressing and went downstairs.

Dad was sitting at the table reading the newspaper and Mom was at the stove. "Good Morning" I said as I joined Dad at the table. Mom placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me and avoided making eye contact. We all ate in silence.

After eating Dad shook my hand good-bye with a wink and he left for court. I pulled my mother into a tight embrace. She wrapped her arms around by neck and pulled my close. I felt her breasts flatten against my chest. I could swear I feel her hard nipples poking into me. I knew she could feel my big cock against her pubic area. She gave a slight moan as it pulsed with desire. I boldly squeezed her buttock and gave her a quick peck on the lips before I headed out the door. The frigid Chicago weather pretty much extinguished my raging hard-on before I got into my rental car. I drove to the airport and flew back to the West Coast.

Thursday soon arrived and I went to the San Diego airport to pick up my mother. Her flight was late and even travel-weary she looked hot and exuded sexuality. Her black stretch pants hugged her hips and created a nice camel-toe between her thighs. Her white v-neck top revealed her bountiful cleavage.

She smiled and waved at me as she cleared the security gate. I waved back as she approached me. We embraced and I patted her butt and stuck out my tongue out at couple of guys who had been following my mother no doubt eye-fucking her ass.

"Tommy that's not appropriate," said my mother breaking our embrace as travelers hustled past us.

"I didn't like the way those two guys were ogling you, so I let them know you were taken. You're mine...at least for this weekend," I replied defensively.

She laughed, "Why Tommy, are you jealous?"

"No," I stammered, "more possessive. Let's get your luggage."

Twenty minutes later were out of the airport and on the road. I placed Mother's luggage in the trunk of my convertible and we were off. I had planned to take her to the Gas Lamp District but Mother begged off. She said she would prefer a hot bath after her travel. So I took her to my apartment in La Jolla.

I ordered a pizza while Mother puttered in my bedroom. My apartment was nice but expensive and I only had one bedroom. I had a large whirlpool bathtub and I began to fill it for her. Mother opened the door to the bedroom wrapped up in her terrycloth robe. She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.

After a few minutes she called for me from behind the door. I stuck my head in the door and was greeted by her smile. She was buried up to neck in steamy water and soap suds. She asked me to fetch a couple of aroma therapy candles from her suitcase. She claimed they would help her relax and unwind.

I had no trouble finding the two candles in her suitcase. As I turned to leave the room I noticed her discarded white lace panties on the floor. Hypnotically I picked them up and brought them up to my nose and inhaled deeply the fragrance of my mother. My dick got so hard I thought it would rip my zipper out. I heard Mother holler, "Can't you find the candles?"

"Yeah," I called and stuffed her panties into my pants pocket. I knocked on the door and entered the bathroom. Mother scrunched lower in the water to hide her nakedness under the soap suds. I placed the candles on the counter and lit them.

"There you go," I said and started to leave.

"Stay Baby," Mother said. "Talk to Momma."

"Okay," I hopped on the counter. "What do you want to talk about?"

"How about that boudoir picture of me in your bedroom?" she glared at me.

Surprised I stammered, "Dad gave me that photo last week. He..."

"Your father gave you that photo....why?" now it was her turn to be surprised. "Don't you think it's a tad improper for a son to have such a risqué photo of his mother?"

"Mom you were a lingerie model before I was born. My friends use to bring me old department store catalogs with pictures of you posing in panties. You have always been my sexy mother."

She chuckled at my compliment, "I guess."

"Mom, I love you. You are a sexy and desirable woman and I love you."

The door bell rank announcing the arrival of our pizza. I left the bathroom door slightly ajar and fetched our supper. I could catch glimpses of Mom in the bathroom mirror from the kitchen as she dried off. Her nipples harden in the cool air and her big round breasts jiggled as she dried her body. My eyes wondered down to the tuff of light hair neatly trimmed into a tight strip just above her glistening bald labia. My eyes roamed back up her body and caught hers. She smiled and then shook her head negatively and shut the door.

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officer inga

Age: 30 years old
Experience in BDSM: 9 years
Specialization: discipline, electrotorture, building atmosphere of fear
The greatest pleasure for her: humiliation, deriding prisoner's fear caused her creative ideas for torture

Always beautiful and well-prepared to exercise control over you. Incredibly well-groomed woman. Highlighted eye makeup, perfectly painted long nails and lips - this makes she special. This wonderful image is complemented by charming laugh, which is elicted by your fear and humiliation.

Officer Inga is my source of creative ideas to inflict pain to the prisoner and to build an atmosphere of fear. In Officer's Inga presence none of BDSM practices is performed typically. She always figure out something new, unusual. Time spent with her will result in gaining many new experiences.

Absolute fun is her to torture you by the using electricity. Cattle prod is always in her hand. She values highly discipline and she enforces what you have learned, i.e. basic prisoner's positions and other typical elements of your stay. Nothing escapes her notice, so I advise you in her presence be very focused. Otherwise you have to learn that the hard way how painfull is electroshock, and not just from the cattle prod, and not only on the buttocks. Officer Inga loves, in the context of disciplining, use also electricity cock cage with remote-controlled generator. Even when you didn't see her, you will always be under her control


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Breaking Regulations

1. Breaking Down

by Cydney "Quite-Write" (originally posted on Tumblr)

"Regulation Three – Twenty Seven," she whispered hotly, pinning him against one of Denny's piles of garbage. Sideswipe's optics almost rolled, but most of all she saw the smirk he leveled at her. The femme had to keep herself from shoving him harder.

"And what's that one for?" he asked, leaning closer. Strongarm's frame was built tougher than his own, and she seemed to almost enjoy lording her size over him. Sideswipe made it clear that he held little regard for the rulebook: having her chief headache physically trapped beneath her was almost therapeutic.

"For sticking your finger in my audio receptor," Strongarm snapped, before seething as the mech chuckled beneath her. "Think I'd forget about that?"

"How could I forget? You practically threw yourself at me." His features became that smooth, familiar grin, optics growing low and teasing. It was official – all it took was a single look from Sideswipe to make her spark flare and her aggression grow.

"Regulation Four – Sixty Four," she bit out, making his grin grow wider as she listed yetanother rule he had managed to violate. "Provoking an officer of the law." Her hands settled either side of his shoulders, her blue lips turned down in a frown as she regarded him beneath her.

"Ahh, is that what it's called?" His tone was playful as he nodded with false understanding. Trapped between her arms and beneath her imposing stare, he let his optics run slowly down her armoured body, appreciating the off-road frame she wore. "I don't break the rules, I just bend them… a lot."

"You break them," she said, leaving no room for argument. "You touch what you shouldn't and you stir up the volatile."

"The last time we were here, you were having fun," he whispered huskily.

Her chassis almost shook when he touched her. The cocky little glitch had made short work of opening her, his fingers dancing across her sensory node. A slow, lazy circle left her biting her blue lip, and Sideswipe didn't even try to hide his smug look. It was enough to make Strongarm growl.

"Well, someone's pent up," he hummed, before the officer snatched his hand up and away from her exposed core. The mech had a genuine look of surprise as she roughly pinned his arm back above him, denting whatever collection of junk she had him pinned against.

"Regulation Twelve – Sixteen," she hissed, pressing him harder against the pile, her knee pressing between his legs. "Exposing and touching an officer of the law."

"You-" He shook his head, giving her a blank, incredulous look that she found satisfying. "You just made that up!"

"Oh, shut up," Strongarm snapped, before she threw her leg across his and pressed against him, scraping their armours. The femme held his arm easily with a trained hand, trapping the bombastic mech before she slid her exposed core across the front of his hips, virtually relishing the way his optics grew wide and he tensed beneath her.

"If I had my way, you'd be in jail," she purred, pressing her free hand against the glossy red plating of his chest. There was some very deep satisfaction in having Sideswipe helpless beneath her – even if she enjoyed how skilfully he touched her last time, it didn't change that he was an ache in her processor. If he wasn't flaunting the law she lived to upheld, he was usually ignoring every sensible thing she had to say. And now that the tables had turned, Strongarm was enjoying herself.

"A small cell with no visitors," she promised, her hand lowering towards the crux of his legs and his own panel. The more she drifted, the more he arched and pressed back against her. But she was strong, especially when Sideswipe was too busy fighting his own obvious arousal. Besides – they had their tiffs, but he'd never actually try to hurt her.

Not that he could, she mused, locking her optics with his own as she deftly opened and exposed him. She didn't need to glance down to know his spike had sprung free – she could easily feel the heat coming off him, or notice the tell-tale shifting beneath her. Strongarm kept staring up at him as she brushed her hand against him, her own smirk growing as Sideswipe's frame shook.

"Somewhere to teach you respect for the law," she hummed, curling her fist around the hot spike and teasing it, delighting in the shiver that ran through his frame.

"I'm a slow learner," he hissed, his arm growing weak and slack against hers. Strongarm had pinned him good and properly before – now she was giving him a slow and torturous death via teasing, of that he was sure.

"Yes, you are," she mused, using her hand to trace along the shifting metal from base to tip. "You'd need lots of one-on-one time." Her grip tightened, just enough to make him jump, to bring all of Sideswipe's attention on her. When she was satisfied she had that, the femme adjusted her heavily-armoured legs until he saw her core. Still exposed, but now so thoroughly slick from her own arousal. And if she were perfectly honest with herself, having this punk – her punk – staring at her like that was arousing in itself.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, voice a mixture of amusement and awe. Strongarm merely pushed him back against the pile of junk, her leg sliding across his.

"You're lucky there's no regulation for back-chatting," she purred, settling against his heavy spike before sinking on top of him, pulling him deep into her valve. Sideswipe's features froze, her frame shaking beneath her, trying to catch up with just how hot and aroused she was. But Strongarm didn't wait for him to settle, her hand moving back up to his glossy chest before she rose up and thrust back down onto him. The speedster hissed beneath her, arching against her frame as she rode his thick spike.

"Do you know what my first thoughts are when I come online of a morning?" she asked, even as her voice began to waver. She looked down at him with distracted optics, her hand moving up to his shoulder as she bucked against him. "It's you."

"Well, I am pretty awesome," he mumbled, his bravado dying as she tightened her armoured legs around his and ground against him. Metal scraped louder than either of them liked, but as long as she didn't stop, Sideswipe couldn't care less.

"I wake up and I wonder, just how are you going to drive me nuts today?" Strongarm rolled her hips as she ground out the words, leaving the mech shaking beneath her. Her body was too strong, her core too hot and slick and fantastic, and it was all he could do but lie there beneath her.

"You'd be bored without me," he countered, even as she leaned back and fell against him harder, thrusting in a way that stole any intelligent thought from him.

"Sometimes, you are the reason I function," she growled, and he couldn't tell if she was really so aggressive towards him or if her own exhaustion was starting to creep into her. "And I swear, without you I would have the easiest duty of any law officer, ever." Her optics shut as she dropped the hand that pinned him, grabbing his shoulder as she bucked her hips with desperation, driving her valve onto him with need.

Sideswipe was stuck – he wanted to sass her, to throw the bossy femme's words back at her. 'How horrible,' he thought sarcastically: pointing out how useless a quiet cop was took too much effort right now. But then everything took too much energy. All he was aware of was how hot her core was as he delved inside it over and over, and how her hands grabbed at him and held him still. And all of that was nothing compared to the shattering energy that was quickly building up from her moves.

The two Autobot's ground against each other in the darkened corner of the scrapyard, his hips bucking up against hers harder and quicker, all while Strongarm's hands moved possessively across his chassis. From his arm to his helm and back to his shoulders, her legs tightening up as she rode him towards her climax. When the quaking, overcharging ending finally shook through them both, Sideswipe's weak arm slipped up around her frame, keeping her still as she hummed and trembled and came apart on top of him.

His optics came into focus afterwards, watching her stare at him. Her features a mixture of confusion and hesitance, as if something permanent had just shifted between them. Sideswipe had the very sudden, heavy feeling that some great confession had just been dropped onto him. And even with the look of exhaustion on her, while he was still buried deep in her body, her look was unmistakable.

'So, what happens now?'


tagIncest/TabooImmaculate Conception

Immaculate Conception

Copyright TabooFruit 2012 All rights reserved.

This is a story about an incestuous coupling between a consenting brother and sister. If this subject matter offends, please don't stress yourself by reading further.

All characters are over 18 and entirely fictitious.

Mother of Pearl. Thick, viscous, fluid, pulsing with the rhythmic spasms of a girl in heavy orgasm.

Dangerous, potent sperm moving towards the girl's fertile, unprotected womb.

He studied her face, feeling slightly guilty. After all, hadn't it been he that had seen this through?

Those eyes, big, deep brown, so like his own stared back.

A fleeting emotion in her. What was that? Guilt too? Concern? All too brief then gone.

"So bad." Sounding breathless. "Can't believe I just let you do that." Still panting, slightly less so. Her pretty face framed by damp, long brown hair. Breasts moving. Her complexion deep pink, dewy. Mixed emotions. Disgust for sure, regret yes, but dirty, raw, animalistic contentment as well.

"Never thought it would get that far. Was expecting a kick in the nuts. A refusal. You to start screaming. Something. I. I couldn't stop!"

Silence. Awkward moments. Rising and falling. The mattress moving slightly.

More silence.

Finally. "So, was it different?" She waited, intently. Needed to know. Absentmindedly traced a line over his chest.

"Yeah. How does fucking your sister compare with Jane Doe?

He considered for a while. Post coital, this was strictly off the menu for conversation. Normally. But this deserved an answer somehow.

"Difficult to compare."

She sat up and turned to him. Eyes searching his. "Oh come on! I'm not some floosie you're trying to get a second helping with."

"No. I mean it; really. I mean how does fucking you compare with fucking, say, Debs? Physically it was mind blowing. Raw.

He looked his sister over. What a body. Cupped a breast lightly molding it in his palm appreciating its firmness.

" You've got THE most perfect tits; a firm, tight ass, you've got a few curves but in all the right places. The way I like it. Your pussy is perfect. The fit felt so good, so tight, I felt...locked in." He shook his head, smiling. Disbelief, "insane."

"But," he considered again, trying to coalesce thoughts from the 10 minutes they'd spent rutting, "psychologically? Mentally? Nothing compares to that. When I looked into your eyes as I fucked into you... It felt like.. felt like I was looking into my own. When I was on top of you, I kept looking at my cock disappearing inside you, up you, knowing that open, receptive pussy wasn't some bit of skirt but," he looked into her eyes, "my sister's cunt. Now that's so bad! Can't believe I KNOW what you feel like inside."

His cock stirred. Mind replaying. "I just put my dick in a place so deep, so off-limits. Never been that deep in a girl before and it was with you."

His hand continued to explore her breast causing her nipple to harden, gratifying him.

"When I was close, I knew I had to pull out. You never said anything, never cried out "Don't cum in me!" He leaned over towards her, moving his mouth near to her ear. When he spoke, it was softly. "And if you had told me to pull out, I wouldn't have." Her eyes widened slightly, "I HAD to cum in you. Had to know what THAT orgasm would feel like unprotected, as nature intended." He considered that last part. "Well, maybe not as nature intended." Any remaining tension between them broke as they both had to laugh at that. "I never fucked a girl without a condom before."

"And to think it was your sister who gave you that pleasure. Tut tut. What a naughty girl."

Something occurred to him. "You are taking something?"

"You mean am I on birth control? Nope. Nada."

Disbelief now. Something else too. His cock twitched again. "Yeah right. Nice one sis. You got me."

He was expecting something back. Nothing. He crooked onto his side, shifted up to look at her, needing to know if this was for real. Nothing. No smirk, eyes serious.

"Nothing? Fuck's sake! You just let your brother fuck you without any protection?" Was it possible to feel anxiety and what? Pride? Immense taboo pride? Certainly felt something like that. He lay back down.

" You've got to take the morning after pill, Sis." Mind racing now. "Do you always have unprotected sex? Fuck you are so dirty."

"Nope." She reached over to the bedside cabinet, the draw slid open, something hit his stomach -- a diaphragm, or so he assumed, having never seen one before. A fleeting thought came into focus of his sister washing off the sperm from her latest catch. It felt strange uncovering one of his sister's most intimate secrets.

"Trouble is, someone wasn't waiting." She pointed to his semi-erect cock "and something wasn't thinking."

She began to stroke him. Up and down his chest. Down to his navel. Back up.

"You said my pussy was perfect. How?" Chuckling now, her breasts jiggling, almost playful.

"It is. I've seen all kinds of pussies. Big fleshy lips, small thin lips, hairy ones, shaven ones, pussies, sort of, out of proportion?" he looked at her to see if she knew what he meant, "Yours is perfect. I mean the proportion of it, your pussy lips, the way you keep it trimmed." He trailed a finger down her stomach, between her wet thighs and drew it through the liquid of their coupling. He circled her still-engorged clitoris slowly, watching her carefully. His sister half-closed her eyes. Sighed.

"And you? How was it for you?"

She dreamily opened her eyes again, focused on him.

"You mean after I actually moved on from the question of whether I could actually do it with you? Open my legs for my brother? Actually, did I ask myself that question? Hmmm. Anyway, After I felt I couldn't find any other way to bat you, my brrutthher away", she pronounced the word using an affected staccato, "was it any good?"

"Was it any good after your all-night persistence finally wore me down? After my inhibitions had been softened up with just enough booze?"

He pulled his hand away from his sister. Awkward.

"Don't worry. I'm 28 and big enough to say 'no'. If I were being philosophical about it I guess I could ask whether I felt I had the choice of saying 'no'. After all, I've had first-hand experience of you in action now bro. But let's assume it was consensual and I got caught up with the moment."

"It was good. What can I say?"

"Good?" Her brother was the one who was concerned now. It mattered somehow.

"OK. It was great sex. Darwin would be proud of you."

"Darwin. Natural selection and all that? There was a program on TV the other week looking at why humans orgasm. Apparently a guy's orgasm is all about reproduction -- to pass on his genes. The girl's is all about pleasure, she makes love for the orgasm. So if the guy gets it right, I mean if the girl is 'ppleassured'" she wrapped her tongue around the word as she said it, "her orgasm causes her vagina to contract flushing the sperm further into her, ergo his sperm have a better chance to... ." she tailed off. Thoughtful. "You know it can be as quick as 30 minutes for a sperm to fuse with an egg?"

The thought, just the chance of his sperm impregnating her overwhelmed her mind. Sure, no big deal, she'd take a pill to make sure the evil deed bore no consequences, but for a second she allowed herself to indulge. Imagined his baby, their baby, growing inside her. She noticed with no small amount of shock that the thought didn't horrify her anywhere near as much as it should have.

The sun suddenly grew intense, brightening the room, pulling her focus back to the bed. "When did you think you'd try it on with me?"

He considered those words for a moment, 'try it on', they didn't sit comfortably with him.

"Not sure really. Number one; put this in context, I was out to pull last night. Just had to. Had the itch -- you know." Looking at her for understanding. She nodded, just slightly but he took it as affirmation. "I don't know when my focus switched to you. Think it's when I got an echo off you."

She was intrigued now "Echo?"

He poked her rib playfully. "C'mon -- echo! You know, that boy girl thing? I felt something from you a couple of times early on in the night club. Not sure -- the way you danced, you kept on looking at me?"

He thought about it further -- "When we were all dancing. Sure, you were in front of that guy seemed like half the night but something about the way you moved. Felt like you were being sexy for me? Couple of times we ended up catching each others' eyes. Looking away. You know. Echoes.

She laughed then. Incredulity.

"I NEVER made a play for you. You are my brother. Remember that little detail? Or did your cock overrule your head?"

"So what? You just allowed me to keep my hand on your thigh under the table for the hell of it?"

"I didn't think much about it really. I mean you were several beers down, thought you were being high spirited."

"Hah. High spirited! And what about later on, when we were grinding on the dance floor. Was that high spirits too?"

"Brother. Dearest" sarcasm now, "selective memory?" - An aside, "they do say the memory struggles after sex. - I kept pushing you away, remember? I DO know when a guy is coming on strong. Trust me. If anything, I was more taken aback that it was you. I mean how does a sister respond when her brother is rubbing his hard on against her? You know Jen caught an eyeful of your little performance with me don't you?"

"Fuck Jen." He resented the intrusion of his sister's best friend. "So why didn't you just get up and walk away?"

She couldn't answer immediately. Needed time?

"I couldn't. Where could I go?"

"You could have come back here, to your flat. Told me to get lost; slipped out when I wasn't looking. Anything to avoid having your brother FUCK you. Specially if you knew that was the play."

She laughed wryly. "When were you NOT looking? Anyway, why would I have to cut my evening short with Jen and the others?"

"Well, it must have turned you on a bit, huh? I mean at some point you must have considered it -- letting go. Doing it with me?"

"Ut ut." She backed it up with a wave of her finger. "I can honestly say there was no point when we were out about town I thought. Hmm, you know what? I'm going to let my brother fuck me." Firm now, needed to re-affirm this was his show.

"So why are we naked, in bed together? Unless you're saying I raped you?"

Nothing. Silence. Deafening. She was actually considering the question.

"Nnn. No"

He let out his breath.

"Well what then? Either you wanted to or you didn't."

She withdrew the finger idling across his chest, cupped her head in her hand, turning to look at him. "I don't know when it was. I don't even know if it was a conscious decision. Hhappened so quickly."

She thought about it some more. "Maybe, when you pushed me back on the bed. I remember my legs sort of springing up as I hit the mattress. You were so in control. It felt, I felt so submissive then..."

She stopped, eyes searching his. "You were on me, I mean kneeling between my legs, on me, doing that thing with your nose" her voice rushed slightly as she recalled "stroking your fingers up and down my legs - boy, you sure know how to press all the buttons bro -- my skirt being pushed up and then, and then -- your tongue -- on me." A slight shudder as she recalled the feeling.

"You still could have said no."

"Brother. Dearest. Bruutther," that affected way of saying it again, "I was saying 'no' all night. You weren't taking 'no' for an answer. I wonder whether, because it was YOU, that changed the script somehow? I mean right at the point when I knew you were pushing me to go all the way the rules sort of went out of the window. Maybe BECAUSE you are my brother?" She considered her own question. "Hmmm. Maybe."

"So there wasn't a point when you were getting off on the fact your brother was screwing you?"

"I didn't say that. Biology, physiology takes over. Hell at some point during sex anything goes."

"Not what I meant. You know what I mean. There wasn't some point the fact it was your bruutther's cock in you that was getting you off?" He mimicked her pronunciation of the word, it seemed incredibly erotic to him somehow.

She went quiet for a moment. Didn't want to admit it; anything but the truth.

"The point was, I said 'no' all night, you had to TAKE me. I didn't GIVE it to you." She snapped at the words, maybe a little too quickly.

"Me doth think the lady protest too much."

Stalemate. No words.

He stroked her upturned face. Traced lines over her nose, to the tip. Worked his fingers down to her lips and pushed along them and lightly between them. He pushed a little harder, trying to part them and insert his finger into her mouth. She bared her white teeth and caught the digit sharply between them.

"Ow! Let go!"

She giggled through clenched teeth. Released the offending finger.

She noticed his cock rapidly inflating at the horseplay. So natural.

"Looks like Mr Biggy wants a little action there champ."

He searched her eyes, looking for an invitation. "We could..."

"No! Na uh. That was a one-off, never-to-be-repeated. You saw, you conquered, you came. Finito, finished, finis."

He shifted, moved up to her ear again. Softly now. "C'mon sis. One more mind blowing fuck for the road? One more, never-to-be-repeated orgasm?" He moved his hand down by the side of her cheek, walking his fingers lightly down her neck towards the V between her breasts; traced lightly around her well-proportioned flesh in a figure of 8 watching her nipples firm and rise.

Her chest started to rise and fall a little more quickly. Looking up, he smiled at her closed eyes, her mouth opened slightly. A tongue tip appeared, moistening her lips, the action involuntary.

Her hand rose, caught his, trapping it to her breast. "No. Once would be a fix. Twice would create an addiction."

She felt him shifting, his hand slipping from its weakly imprisoned state, "We cannnn't. Ohhhh!" Her eyes snapped open, focusing on the crown of her brother's head as it moved delicately between her thighs. His lips grazing on hers.

Her vagina, already flushed and glistening with the fluids of their first mating began to moisten. She was heating up; melting. Knew it, but felt powerless to stop it.

She grabbed his hair, pulling it hard.

"Nooooh. Pleease. Donn't. Oh Godd."

Her hips began to grind slowly into the sheets. From somewhere deep in her loins she felt a tell-tale jolt of electricity that intensified with every lap of her brother's tongue across and around her rapidly sensitising clitoris. Her pert bottom and hips moved rhythmically under the expert caress of his lips and delicate tongue tip. She felt his wet tongue move down between her now thick lips and stab rapidly into her moist vagina.

"Ohhhhhhh." So delicately. So sexily. Almost whispered.

The electrical charge began to build, its energy radiating outwards, seeking, positively needing release. Her left hand dropped suddenly, screwing up a handful of the bed-sheet giving her purchase as her thighs gripped her brother's head and her hips bucked savagely, involuntarily.

"Ohhhhh fuck. Oh Fuck. Ohhhhhhh." Her hips, so powerfully charged, lifted them both up together in one quick motion.

Momentarily he felt trapped by her. Then, gradually, the come down, her panting subsiding, her thighs relaxing, releasing him. Her fingers that had been crushing his hair, relaxed. Began to caress his scalp.

He was aware that his cock and balls were aching with anticipation. He needed this, needed her, to feel the delicious taboo of slipping into his sister one more time. He looked up at her, from between her thighs, noticed the brown down of her trimmed pubic hair surrounding the same vagina that was filling his nostrils with her heady, tangy scent.

The hand that had gripped the bed sheets had now moved up, the arm covering her face? Was she trying to hide from him? Maybe convince herself this was just another fuck? Perhaps she was trying to close down her senses to focus purely on the delicious touch of her brother.

Again, that involuntary tongue tip snaked out a little way between her lips.

Jesus it was so hot between her legs, so moist, musky.

He knelt, and hooked his hands under her thighs, simultaneously pulling them up and widening them, exposing her pussy, that now opened up for him wantonly like an oyster in the process of being shucked. So pink, glistening and vulnerable.

He shifted his weight forwards, placing his hands either side of his sister, kissing up her body, trailing his tongue through her pubic hair, over her pubis, and then up, pausing briefly to circle her navel, which elicited a small chuckle from her. That spot was sensitive.

Upwards, delicate, almost feather-like, his tongue trailed over her skin, found her left breast, lapping the underside, God so perfect, circling around towards the top, carefully leaving the nipple like some exquisite morsel to be savoured last. She was sensitive there. In fact, when he thought about it, she was the most responsive girl he'd ever been with and that pleased him. His lips found her nipple, applied pressure, he began to suckle on his sister as though he might draw milk from her.

"Ohhhhh. Ahhhh."

He dwelt long enough. Made sure she was deriving the maximum pleasure. It pleased him. It mattered to him. He wondered how he compared to her other lovers.

As he pleasured her right breast, he sensed the electricity again. The charge building up in her. If it was possible, her thighs had opened even wider and he began to tease her pussy with the tip of his rigid cock. Ploughing through her lips, undulating his pelvis so his cock rose up and then sank back down through them.

He loved this -- it was his little thing -- loved to tease a girl with his cock as his lips nibbled at her breasts and neck and finally settled onto her mouth. Penetrating her both with his cock and tongue at the same time.

"Look at me."

His sister's eyes were still covered by her arm.

"Look at me when I put it in."

Her arm dropped, revealing glassy eyes, so close to his. They studied each other, mirror images, for a second.

He felt his abdomen meshed to hers, the damp heat between them impossibly hot, the underside of her breasts pressed into his chest.

She shook her head slightly, whispered, "I want to."

And with that, he felt his penis, so hard that it felt as though it might burst, being enveloped by his sister's delicate fingers and drawn to her. Their hips shifting automatically and naturally for the best angle to couple. The very tip of his penis sensed the warmth and wetness of her, then the full heat of her body internally as it split her lips and entered her.

He sank his hips, pushing up slightly, enabling his cock to sink into his sister's slick pussy deeper, deeper. Until one final, animalistic rut up and into her so her pussy possessed him totally and in his turn, he possessed her utterly.

Her thighs came up either side of him enabling her to lock her feet around her brother's back.

"I want you right in." She said it breathily.

He didn't move just then. He wanted to savour the moment, feel the incestuous connection between himself and his sister. Commit to memory this feeling, her smell, her velvet pussy gloving his cock. To feel his balls sandwiched between her wet pussy and his damp thighs.

He moved his cock in her. Withdrawing slowly.

"Look at me."

Thrusting back in.

"Sis. Look at me."

Their eyes locked.

"You are so bad. Can't believe I'm letting my" he pushed back up into her again "Aaagh! Brutther..."

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Painted Pebbles No.5


Five nights at freddy’s phantom freddy Rule34

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