I wake up much later, looking around and is almost disappointed when I don't see Dean. I sigh. Suddenly the burning feeling in my bladder tells me that nature calls.

I get up and goes over to the door, slowly and cautiously opens it, going down the hall and into a living room. I looked around, seeing the kitchen to the side.  I could see that a the forest is nearby through the the Windows.

~This is just a regular house....I wonder where we are.~

I go through the large kitchen, making my way to the open door to a hall, hoping a bathroom was down that way. "Hey, what are you doing?"

I jump at Leo's voice. "I...uh.."

I'm grabbed from behind and I yelp. "Looking for someone to fuck you, cum loving whore?" He growls in my ear.

"N-no I-I just--" I tremble in fear, I feared Leo more than loved him...

"I'm horny either way. Bend the fuck over and grab your ankles." He doesn't wait but just pushes me so I bend over. "I was just gonna fuck ya too." He chuckles.

"Please..I-I was just looking for the bathroom sir! I-I'm sorry." My breathing gets heavy and instead of feeling lust I feel scared, unlike how I was with Dean.

I receive a hard slap to my ass. I whimper. "Shut up." I shiver as I feel my cheeks spread, he's hard on rubs up and down my ass. "Look at that beautiful ass of yours." I feel his head poke at me.

"Wait...ain't you at least gonna spit to use as lube? W-won't it hurt going raw I-I.." I groan as he starts sliding in.

"You think I give a fuck about hurting you?" He growls. "No, I don't!" To prove himself he suddenly shoves his entire 12 inch, hot rod inside me.

"Argh!" I cry out in pain. Leo pulls out and shoves himself all the way back in hard and quick.

~fuck!!! It hurts worst bare!~

"Nice tight pussy you got there Jason." Leo laughs as he starts to steadily pound my ass, his ball sac hitting against my thigh as he does.

"Fuck Leo! Please!" I whimper, my hands struggle to keep hold of my ankles. "Good god you're tearing me apart!!"

"I thought I told you to shut. The. Fuck. Up!" He finishes his sentence with a thrust for each word. He keeps going faster and deeper, if possible. I Cry out at the pain of his dick sawing me in half.

"Shit. I'm close..." He grunts after minutes go by. "OH FUCK!" He screams his finish.

"Oh shit!" I groan as I feel him pump his hot seed into me. "Goddamn!" I feel a hot liquid flow down my leg at the end.

He pulls out of me quickly. "Jesus fuck! Look at what you did you stupid whore. You pissed on the floor!"

I stare shocked at the ground, seeing the large puddle of my urine on the ground.

~did I really just piss myself? Fuck what's Leo gonna do?~

"You stupid fucking idiot." I yell as I'm pushed to the ground. "Clean it, fucking lick it up bitch"

~Wh-what? Oh god. He wants me to lick it up?!~

I shake in fear as I outstretch my tongue. I lick the floor, tasting the saltiness of my urine. I look up to see Leo standing over me, still raging a hard on.

"God that's fucking hot..." I feel a sticky slithering tentacle wrap around my waist, winding up my body. I shudder "drink it up like a dog!" He snaps.

I continue to lick up my mess, pressing my lips as close as I can I start to suck it up, making loud slurping noises. Leo growls and grabs the back of my head and lifts it. He pushes his dick in my face. "I'm almost jealous of the floor. How bout you give me some of that action."

I lick up his massive member, bathing it in my saliva. I pay close attention to the most sensitive spots. I wrap my mouth around his cock and slowly lets it slide into my mouth. I suck on it, making slurping noises as I do so.

"Oh fuck yeah!" He grabs the back of my head and forces himself all the way in, making me gag. He starts giving my face a thorough fucking and I close my eyes.

The tentacle around me lifts my ass up into the air and I yell out as it suddenly thrusts into me, letting my mouth release Leo's sick. "Oh shit!" I yell in pain.

"Take it like the little whore you are!" He snarls, making my head go back down and his hot cock once again starts fucking my face.

I whine as the tentacle forces its way farther up inside me. It was painful, unlike when Dean did it.

~why isn't Dean here? Would he allow Leo to put me through so much pain?~

My throat begins to get raw from Leo sawing away at it. I felt his dick throbbing and I knew he was close. Minutes later he pulls out of my mouth and cums all over me.

My face is pushed into the ground as the tentacle inside me keeps going. I'm nearly completely covers in Leo's seed, it's all over my face, my stomach and my chest. Some even got down in my crotch area.

"I'll make sure to tell Dean to  clean you up later." He growls. I yell as I feel the tentacle cum. It pulls out as it does and releases the rest of it over my back. It was gross, like I could feel it crawling over my skin.

Leo laughs. "There ya go bitch. Got fucked nice and hard just like you wanted."

I couldn't speak. My asshole was throbbing in pain, so was my throat. I lay tiredly on the ground when suddenly I'm picked up and nearly thrown into the the kitchen counter, Leo comes onto me like an animal and I'm pushed up against the cabinets. He grabs the back of my head and slams it down on the marble counter.

"You're just too good not to have seconds boy!" He yells as he shoves his cock inside of me.

I cry out as he starts pounding my ass with that foot long cock of his. Every time he thrusts deep inside my own cock bangs up against the handle of one of the cabinets. I close my eyes and listens to Leo's grunts and growls, trying to ignore the pain of him fucking the hell outta my ass.

 I felt tears brim my eyes as he just kept going. His hands clutched my sides so tightly I knew he would leave bruises, and the sheer force of his thighs and crotch hitting into me will probably leave me sore for a while. The noise of Leo's growls of pleasure and my occasional yelp is so loud that neither of us hear Dean walk in.

"Leo" the voice is stern and strong.

Leo roars and I whimper as I feel his dick convulse as he reaches the point of no return. Once he returns from his high he lets out a long sigh and looks over at where the voice came from. "Yes Dean?"

I turn my head and sees Dean standing in the doorway. He was in a tight white shirt that was splattered in blood and showed off his raging muscles. His dark jeans had speckles of blood  on it. The sight of his magnificently built body made me relax.

"You started without me little brother? You know I like to fuck after hunting. I'll be waiting, in my room" with that he walks down the hall and disappears.

Leo pulls out of me and I feel his spunk start to run down my leg. "Come on." He growls and grabs my shoulders, roughly bringing me through the doorway and down the hall, on one side is the living room the other side is stairs.

I look around the picture perfect, giant living room before being me up the stairs. There's two bedrooms up there. I'm led to the one on the right, the walls are red and the wooden floors are black along with the wooden dresser, headboard, and night stands.

My eyes nearly bug out of my head when I see Dean standing there, stark naked. His arms are crossed and he looks at the both of us almost annoyed. His cock starts to harden and thicken when he sees me. "Let him go Leo. And take a seat"

The tone of his voice turns something in me on. I start getting that hot, tingling, uncomfortable feeling again. My cock starts getting hard. Leo lets me go and sits down in the corner. I stand, almost shaking, looking at Dean.

"Jason, come here."

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‘Although I have no experience, I’m married and have a family I believe that money shouldn’t come into it…..The greatest gift a man can give a woman is his submission and I am ready to do just that’

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Sue and Sally meet at their 30th class reunion, and they haven’t seen each other since graduation.  They begin to talk and bring each other up to date.  The conversation covers their husbands, their children, homes, etc. and finally gets around to their sex lives.

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After the punching incident Dylan became different around me. I guess he felt really guilty about the whole thing. Back then I didn’t know that Dylan feeling guilty was as incredible of a thing as, let’s say, a UFO landing on the roof of my house. But we started hanging out together more often, mostly due to the fact that I was never a very popular person and I was usually known as a loner. As for Dylan… Well, he wasn’t an unpopular one. On the contrary. Except his popularity was on the nasty side.

Sometimes in the beginning of October one of our own personal dictators named Billy Vaughn decided that Dylan is stealing too much of a spotlight from him. So he decided to fix that. Billy had three sidekicks (I called them pets) - Mickey, Wes, and Tanner. Those three idiots were ridiculously loyal to him. Sometimes I thought they would happily jump off the bridge if Billy told them to. Naturally, they were the ones who always did all kind of dirty work for Billy. But in Dylan’s case, I guess Billy decided that he wanted to take care of “that obnoxious blond” by himself.

I never really knew what happened between them. I guess Dylan told Vaughn to go fuck himself one of those days when Billy was trying his best to dominate Dylan. He also was quite descriptive about the whole thing. So, naturally, Billy decided to show him what happens to people when they get “smart” around someone as Billy Vaughn.

Of course, Billy would never do something like that in public. He wasn’t the brightest of them all but even he knew that for assaulting and heavily damaging someone (well, that was his original plan) he will end up with crapload of charges filed against him. So one of those days he jumped Dylan all by himself behind some grocery store. Again, I have no idea what actually happened because Dylan never told me. But Billy hasn’t come to school for almost a week after that. When he finally did come back, he looked like he was hit by a truck. His face was one ripe bruise, he was missing at least two teeth, and he limped for almost a month. Dylan, on the other hand, only had a hefty scratch on his cheekbone. Apparently Billy cut him with his ring.

The outcome of the fight didn’t surprise me at all. I remembered how well Dylan could hit. I also remembered how quick he could react. But I was the only one who wasn’t dumbfounded. See, when you look at Dylan, the only thing you notice is beauty. He was also on the skinny side even though he was as tall as me. You just don’t see someone who looks like that kicking anyone’s ass, let alone Billy Vaughn’s.

After the whole thing Billy and his pets left Dylan alone for a little while. I guess Billy decided to give himself enough time to heal and also to come up with a plan. And life just kept on going on. And then, a couple of weeks before Halloween I realized to my own horror that I was falling for Dylan Mort harder than I fell for anyone in my entire life. At first I just shrugged the very idea off. I mean, it sounded ridiculous. He was a guy for crying out loud! I have never had a thing for guys. Ever.

Well, after the last week of October the idea wasn’t as ridiculous anymore. Jesus Christ, he was in every single dream and fantasy of mine, it was driving me insane. Every time he’d look at me with those bottomless eyes of his, I’d become completely and utterly helpless. I had no idea about his preferences. I had no clue if he was straight, gay, bi, or whatever. I never asked him that question. He never dated anyone and he was really weird when it came to touching. He would stiffen up every time someone would tap him on the shoulder and if someone would grab his hand for some strange reason, he would look like he was about to kill that person.

He never freaked out on me though. I don’t know what is was or why, but he acted completely normal if I bumped into him or if my hand ended up on his shoulder. Finally I gave up on trying to stop the insanity. I gave up and decided to go with the flow and, most likely, to suffer. Because I didn’t see anything happening between Dylan and me. Ever.

It was the first Friday of November and he told me that Kay (who turned out to be his Aunt) left for a photo shoot somewhere in Hawaii.

“I am not to touch her car while she is away”, he said matter-of-factly. “Can you give me a lift home today? It’s raining like a bitch and…”

“Sure”, I nodded. “No problem.”

So I took him home that day and when I pulled to the curb, I just waited for him to get out so I didn’t even bother throwing the car into park. He looked at me in a slightly amused way.

“Turn it off”, he said and I blinked.

“Turn what off?” I asked carefully.

“The car”, he said. “I figured you’ll want to come in.”

I almost said that I needed to get home, that I had crapload of errands to run, that I had several projects due on Monday… I didn’t say any of that. I just turned the car off and followed him into the house like I was on the leash or something.

He made some god-awful instant coffee and pulled two apples out of the fridge. He threw one apple to me and sunk his teeth into the one he had in his hand. It was funny to watch him eat. He would take really small bites out of the apple but every bite somehow looked angry. His wet hair was clinging to his neck and he shook his head impatiently, trying to get it off his skin.

“So how is it to live with a model?” I asked after I was almost done with my apple.

He shrugged.

“It’s okay. Her schedule is insane. She gets up at four thirty every morning.”

“Brutal”, I winced.

“Yeah”, he nodded. “Then she works out like a woman possessed for two hours and then she leaves.”

“No wild parties or anything?” I smiled.

“No”, he said seriously.

“She is gorgeous”, I muttered and threw the rest of the apple away.

“Yeah”, he nodded. “She looks a lot like my Mom. Well, from what I see on the pictures anyway.”

“Beauty runs in the family, huh…” I said and immediately bit my tongue.

He gave me the same slightly amused look as before.

“I guess”, he chuckled.

“What happened to your Mom?” I asked, desperately hoping for a change of subject.

“She died when I was seven”, he said indifferently. “I don’t remember her well. I can only see the resemblance between her and Kay on the pictures.”

“I’m sorry…” I muttered and he shrugged.

“Shit happens”, he replied calmly.

“How come you are living with Kay?” I asked.

“Because she is my only living relative”, he threw whatever was left of his apple into the trash can.

“What about your dad?” I frowned.

“Never knew the man”, he said melancholically. “After my Mom died, I lived with my stepfather. And then he died too… There was fire in our house back in April so…” he shrugged again.

“God…” I muttered. “I’m sorry…”

“I am not”, he said with a strange glint in his eyes. “I hated the son of a bitch.”

I had no idea what to say to that. Suddenly his expression changed and he gave me a smile. A small one, with the corners of his mouth, a bit crooked. Nothing spectacular, really. But for some insane reason that smile took my breath away. I got up.

“Umm, I better head home”, I said uncomfortably. “I got stuff…”

He stepped closer like he wanted to whisper something in my ear.

“…To do…”, I finished in a smaller voice.

I had no idea what the hell he was thinking or doing, standing so damn close to me. His scent was making my heart thump in some weird broken rhythm.

“I’m gonna go…” I muttered.

“Kiss me”, he said suddenly and I froze.

“What?” I squeezed out finally.

“Kiss me”, he repeated in a softer voice.

I managed to make a sound that sounded like very strained laughter.

“Is this a joke?”

“No”, he muttered.

“I don’t think so… Dylan, I…”

I had no clue what I was going to say. “I don’t kiss guys”? “I have to go home”? “I think the sky is falling”? No clue. Then something strange flashed in his eyes again.

“Do you find me repulsive?” he asked in a tight voice and I just stared at him.

“What…?” I stuttered. “No… Jesus, no!”

“Then kiss me”, he said again.

“Oh for the love of God…” I muttered. “Fine, fine… Here…”

I leaned forward and touched the corner of his mouth with mine. God, it felt awkward and insanely electrifying at the same time. I was about to pull away and make a very uncomfortable joke about the whole thing when he opened his mouth and then his tongue was flicking back and forth across my lips in quick frantic licks. It felt weird. I kissed my fair share of people (girls that is) and neither one of them did anything even remotely close to what he was doing.

I was trying to figure out what to say when I finally do pull away from him. I was trying to find the words when I realized that I managed to catch his tongue in my mouth and now I was frenching him like there was no tomorrow. His hands were everywhere at once, it seemed. They were on my face, my hair, my back, chest… Hell, everywhere.

I sunk my fingers into his hair and stopped thinking and worrying altogether. I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t give a damn about the fact that this whole thing was weird. I could care less about the fact that he was a guy. Nothing mattered.

His tongue was as quick inside my mouth as it was on the outside. I always favored slowness but whatever he was doing with his tongue, turned me on right now like no other. Then he suddenly slid out of my mouth and the next thing I knew, he was nibbling on my neck right under my chin. Jesus Christ, I swear, I almost came right there.

I guess I was shaking because he pulled away and looked at me with a very slight frown as if trying to figure out whether I am shaking because I like what he is doing or because I, indeed, find him repulsive. My fingers were still caught in his hair and I had no intention of removing them from there. I stared at him without blinking. Holy Mother of God, he was beautiful…

I don’t know what I looked like right then, but his frown disappeared and I could feel his shoulders relax. I pulled him closer and this time he wrapped both arms around my neck, closed his eyes, and threw his head back. I knew what he wanted and I started sliding my mouth down his neck, all the way to his collarbone, and back. I traveled all over his throat, his chin, cheeks, his entire face. The minute I licked behind his ear, he whimpered and held me tighter. I decided to take advantage of that and nibbled on his earlobe with gusto. Now he was shaking. Finally he almost pushed me away and his eyes flew open.

“Stop…” he whispered. “Connor, stop… Shit, I’m gonna…”

I didn’t want him to explode in his pants so I stopped and cupped his face in my palms. He looked at me like he was in some mild trance, his mouth slightly open, breathing shallow.

“Jesus…” I muttered. “Dylan, you are…” I slowly traced his eyebrow with my finger and he blinked.

“I know”, he grimaced. “A pretty little fucker, I know…”

“No”, I breathed and shook my head slowly. “No! You are beautiful…”

He didn’t say anything to that. He just looked at me without blinking. I stroked his face very lightly, with my fingertips. I felt like I was a blind man, trying to read him. I was tracing his lips, my hand shaking, when his tongue struck again. He got the tip of my finger into his mouth and closed his eyes. Oh my God… I had no idea that someone licking and nibbling on your finger can feel so damn erotic. Watching him do that was an enormous turn on as well. I was getting dangerously close to the point of no return and his hips rubbing against mine didn’t help.

“Dylan…” I breathed, my heart dancing demented polka. “Stop… Oh God… Stop…”

He opened his eyes slightly. Instead of stopping and letting my finger out of his mouth, he sucked on it even harder, his tongue dancing in broken circles all over my hand it felt. One of his hands slid down my back and he pressed me harder against himself, his hips grinding into mine almost viciously by now.

“Dylan…” my voice sounded like someone was choking me. “Oh Jesus, Dylan… Stop…!”

That was when he finally let my finger out of his mouth just so he could attach himself to my lips instead. He was shaking even worse than me by that point. He started moaning into my mouth and it drove me wild. All remaining control that I still had, disappeared without a trace. And then… Okay, you know how the faucet just blows up if there is a broken pipe or something? And all that water just explodes everywhere? That pretty much describes what happened. My arms instinctively wrapped around him tighter and I just convulsed like I was being electrocuted. He grabbed my hair and pulled it so hard that my head jerked back. He was screaming in whisper. I don’t even know how to describe it.

I have no idea how long we were thrashing against each other. It felt like eternity and just a flash of a second at the same time. Finally he relaxed his grip on my hair and dropped his head onto my shoulder. I buried my face in his hair and I couldn’t speak. Hell, I couldn’t think, let alone speak.

“Jesus…” I muttered finally very weakly. “Hold on… You just humped me until we both came…”

“Uh huh…” he said, his voice muffled.

“How in hell am I suppose to show up at home in these pants now?”

He raised his head, looked at me, and grinned.

“We’ll wash them”, he said. “I was afraid you’ll just take off, you know? I wanted you to stay…”

“All you had to do was ask”, I muttered. “I wouldn’t go anywhere… Not after I kissed you…”

“Well”, he gave me the same kind of smile that started this whole thing. “Now I know.”

“Jesus…” I said again very weakly and dove into the silk of his hair again.

“Stay tonight”, he whispered into my neck.

Stay tonight? Seriously? Am I really gonna do this? I mean, humping is one thing but… When I remained silent, Dylan’s body immediately tensed up.

“Or not”, he said tightly. “Let’s wash…”

“I’ll need to call my mother”, I interrupted him. “Let her know that I didn’t get kidnapped or something…”

“…Your pants…” he finished automatically and raised his head again.

He looked like someone who is afraid to wake up. I started kissing him again and he closed his eyes, his heart beating so wildly, I could taste it in his mouth. Then sometimes later we managed to shove our pants into the washing machine and I called my mother. She just hemmed when she heard my voice and told me to “be safe for the love of God”. I knew that she thought I am spending the night with my new girlfriend or something like that and I never elaborated enough to let her know otherwise. I didn’t think she would freak out or faint but I knew that she will start interrogating me and I had no desire for that.

We ended up in Dylan’s bed around seven in the evening and we didn’t leave it until next morning. It was unbelievable. He was unbelievable. If the humping incident left me speechless, then whatever happened in his bed left me with nothing but ringing in my ears.

We fell asleep sometimes around three in the morning and the last thing on my mind was “I’ll do anything for him”.

I slept like a rock that night, it was great. Then I woke up (it was eight thirty in the morning) because of someone’s terrified gasp.

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tagIncest/TabooThe Saga of A Family Ch. 06

The Saga of A Family Ch. 06

YESTERDAY – The Woman & The Children

His mom still had the towel wrapped around her, and seated on the edge of his bed the towel had risen above her knees, exposing her slim thighs. She was sitting, one knee over the other, and arms around her chest as if she wanted to hide the enticing view of the top of her tits poking out of the towel.

“What have we done?” her voice was soft and barely audible. The question was directed at Sonia who was seated beside her.

The girl smiled, casually putting one hand around her mother’s shoulder. The woman was startled at the gesture, almost as if she wasn’t expecting it. To him, Sonia’s gesture seemed to be highly erotic given the fact that she had just announced that she had watched them together ever since they had started in the shower cubicle.

“Come on Mom,” the girl said in a voice that was supposed to be soothing but which came out harshly.

He rose from the chair. Clad in his shorts, he walked over to the bed and lowered himself beside his mom.

“Mom, what I think we have done had to happen. I mean, it may not be exactly the thing commonly done in other families, but I look at it as pure sex. And what’s wrong with it?”

She suddenly seemed to come out of some trance and jumped up from the bed. She held the towel around her and lowered herself on the chair, which Vinny had been occupying, leaving the two on the bed.

“Honestly,” she began, looking at her children, “I don’t know. But some thing strikes to me as being wrong. I’m your mother and I can’t change that, can I? Sonia, you say that you waited outside the room and spied on us. That’s not fair.” She was blushing.

“Aw, come off it, Mom,” the girl replied. “That’s quid pro quo.”

She gasped, her eyes wide with shock. “What did you just say?”

Sonia had a smile playing on her lips. “We know you watched us.”

She felt dizzy and closed her eyes. Her lips quivered and she tightened her grip on the arms of the chair. She crossed her knees again.

“Mom,” Vinny said, “We somehow know you have been watching us. If you wanted to, I reckon you could have stopped us a long time ago. You didn’t. Mind telling us why?”

There was silence and she began to gently rock on the chair, her eyes still shut.

“What is it you liked to watch, Mom?” Sonia whispered from the bed.

She opened her eyes and watched her children. Then, shutting her eyes again, she raised her face to the ceiling.

“Mom?” Vinny insisted on a reply.

“Alright!” she hissed out through clenched teeth. “I watched you. I have been watching you. I never thought my kids would grow up so fast. At first, I was shocked, but later…” her voice trailed off.

“Later?” Sonia prompted.

Her eyes still shut tightly, she answered in a high-pitched voice, the words coming out so rapidly, that it surprised the two.

“God damn it! Ok, then, here’s the truth. The sight of the two of you playing around started to affect me. I’m human, for God’s sake!”

“Affect you how?” Sonia persisted.

“Just the sight of Vinny’s large c-c-cock, damn it, yes, cock thrusting between your tits, him straddling you,” she ignored the noise of the bedsprings, “you holding your tits together and his cock pumping in and out between them,” she did not, or, chose not to hear the noise of the bed, “his hands diddling your cunt, and then fucking, yes, fucking your mouth, oh god, oh god, that sight just drove me crazy…”

She heard the rhythmic squeak of the bedsprings and her eyes flew open. Her jaw dropped in astonishment when she saw…

Sonia was lying spread eagled on the bed, blouse and bra pushed up her tits and skirt bunched up at the waist. Vinny’s shorts were at his knees and his cock was nestled between his sister’s large tits. Even as she spoke, he was fucking that cleavage. The two of them were looking at her as they acted out what she was talking about.

She froze and without realizing it, her knees uncrossed and legs spread slightly open. Her eyes were riveted on them.

“Like this, Mom?” Sonia breathed heavily, now wriggling her lush body up and down the bed sheets, her hands gripping the side of her tits to crush them together.

She watched him slide a pillow under his sister’s head so that she could now flick out her tongue and lick his cock head every time it appeared from the top of her tits.

She continued to gaze at them. She was breathing heavily now, aware that her chest was heaving with the effort.

“I need some help here, Mom,” Sonia said plaintively.

She couldn’t move, she felt like she was rooted to the chair.

“Mom?” Vinny called out to her, rocking back and forth over his sister’s body. “Please Mom, I really liked the way you sucked me in the shower. Please?”

She never knew when she rose from the bed. Her hands lay limply by her side and they couldn’t tell whether she had realized that the towel had slipped off and she was naked.

She walked up to the bed, her eyes fixed at the sight of his cock moving within those monstrous tits. She fell to her knees when she reached them and continued to stare.

His hand reached out and she felt his palm on the back of her head. Slowly, he pulled her head towards Sonia’s tits.

She whimpered then, and growled. Her hands swiftly came up and she tore away Sonia’s hands from her tits. She watched his cock, not completely buried in the cleavage, but just sliding above and between her tits and then, with an animal-like cry, she buried her face between them. She followed her instincts now, first letting her tongue sweep up and down over the top of his cock and then, when he pulled out, taking the head into her mouth, sucking on it just as furiously as she had less than an hour ago in the shower cubicle.

The children watched; Sonia’s mouth was wide open in amazement; his eyes were glazed with lust. He had always been particularly fascinated by sex with multiple partners but he had never in his wildest dreams ever thought that he would be doing this with his sister and mother, the two ladies that he had so often dreamt of in his masturbatory fantasies. But even in those fantasies, he had never conjured these two as his imaginary partners: rather, he had, for some strange reason, always conjured images of his cousin sister and her mother.

“Oh god, mom, that feels so good, oh yes, suck my cock, ah yes, like that, mom, faster now, please, oh god,” he groaned, beginning to thrust his hips in counter movement of his mother’s head.

Sonia watched this for a while and then, tentatively, groped for her mother’s tits that were jiggling not more than a couple of feet away from her face.

She gave no indication that her daughter was now kneading her tits; she was concentrating on sucking on his throbbing prick, sweeping the flat of her tongue over the engorged shaft.

She glanced down in time to see her daughter reach out and take her hands. She let Sonia pull those hands and direct them to those huge tits.

“Make me happy too, mom,” Sonia whimpered in a small voice.

She drew back her head, letting his cock hit her forehead and looked at her daughter. In frenzy, she bent down and put her mouth on one of Sonia’s nipple, feeling her daughter forcing her hands to squeeze the young large tits.

“Oh God!” hissed Sonia when she felt her mother’s mouth sucking on her nipple. It was her first experience with another woman, if those innocent games she had played with her friends in her childhood were to be discounted. Her mother was all woman, experienced and mature. The very thought, and now the sight of her mother sucking on her breast made her cry out with pleasure and she felt her knees drift wide apart on their own volition.

He was going crazy with lust, rubbing the tip of his cock over Sonia’s tits, and then over his mother’s face. He had pushed one hand down and the other behind and felt the women squirming as he found their wet pussies. He found his mother’s clitoris first simply because it was so prominently swollen. He heard her moan as he began to rub it in circular movements.

With his other hand, he began to finger Sonia’s clit. His sister grabbed his erect prick in her hands, arching her tits towards her mother, lifting her hips to meet his finger. She started to jerk off his cock.

She switched her attention to Sonia’s other breast, beginning to nibble on the nipple and then swallowing as much of the flesh as she could.

“God, mom, that is so sexy, oh god, this is fantastic,” he groaned.

She looked up at him, her mouth coming off Sonia’s tit.

“Vinny, please, please, will you fuck me?”

This blew his mind. He had never fucked before and the thought that he would be losing his virginity to his mom was way beyond his fantasies.

“Oh, god, yes, I want to fuck you, mom, I want to put my dick in your sweet cunt, oh yes, mom…”

Sonia felt a shiver run up her body. Thus far, her brother and she had done pretty much everything, except to fuck.

Nimbly, she extracted herself from their bodies and slipped out of the bed. “Oh yes. I’d love to watch, yes, mom, I would like to watch you fuck with Vinny!”

She knelt there, her hands slowly moving up and down over his cock. He was still kneeling at the center of the bed, his hands fondling her tits and his eyes took in the sight of his excited sister standing naked beside the bed.

“Vinny, shall we fuck?” his mother asked, her voice gruff and quivering with lust. She could have stopped this if she wanted to and she knew it. But the build-up leading to what was happening at this moment had been gradual and intensely erotic. She had long ago realized that it would eventually boil down to this from the moment her husband had fucked her tits while they had watched through the one-way mirror at the sight of Vinny doing the same to his sister.

Now that her mind had broken all barriers, she was suddenly feeling reckless and wanton. She felt that she was a slut, a whore and a nympho; and the thought of asking her own son to fuck him no longer felt like a big deal. She was a woman, horny and hot for cock. He was a virile man, with a large and enthusiastic cock backed up by a very inventive mind, no longer that awkward and gangling youth of yesterday.

“I told you mom,” he replied hoarsely, his hands squeezing her tits. “I want to fuck you, oh yes, fuck you, I want to feel my cock sliding in and out of your cunt, oh my god, yes, please, please mom, come on now and fuck me! I have never had my cock in a cunt, mom, please.”

She suddenly felt as though she were the leader, not the other way around. The kids had more or less dictated terms up to now and she felt a wave of power surge through her loins.

“How do you want it, baby?” she cooed, rather sexily she thought, leaning forward and rubbing the side of his hot shaft against her cheek.

“How will you do it, mom?” he asked her, heart hammering like a trip hammer, eyes half-closed and glazed with lust.

“Well,” she was remarkably in control of the situation now. “Well, we could fuck in the missionary, you on top of me and my legs around you or I could bounce on your cock” She was relishing the words now, the very words she had admonished her husband by when he had used them.

“Or,” she continued, “I could make like a bitch and you could put your cock in my cunt from behind doggie style.”

“Let him lie down and you fuck him!” squealed Sonia, now rubbing her own pussy lips, her tits heaving.

In a flash and with surprising strength considering her slim body, she had wrestled him so that he was lying flat on his back on the bed. She climbed onto his shuddering body, her knees on either side of his legs.

“Bring your legs together, honey,” she directed, reaching down between them to grab his throbbing erection. She cupped his balls with one hand, positioning herself on top of him.

“Hold your cock with your hand now,” she commanded.

“Let me do it for you,” Sonia said, going down on her knees on the floor beside the bed so that her face was scant inches away from their groins.

She smiled as she watched her daughter taking hold of his prick. She reached down to open her own cunt lips.

“My god,” breathed Sonia, her eyes widening at the sight of her mother’s gash. She bent down and quickly swept her tongue over her mother’s cunt lips making the woman whimper.

“Now, baby, put that cock of his inside my cunt.”

With fingers that were shaking Sonia complied. She directed his cock to the nether lips till a quarter of it was inside. He began to thrust his hips forward, impatient now, wanting to feel the warmth of her cunt engulf him. The initial contact made him groan and grunt and he reached up to grasp his mother’s tits.

“Easy, boy, easy. Just relax and let mummy do it for you,” she said, wallowing in the role of the teacher.

She raised her body further and pushed back her hips, feeling his young cock inch into her hot cunt.

“Now!” she exclaimed, suddenly slamming her hips down.

“AARGHHH!!” his breath exploded form him as he felt his shaft sucked into her hot and wet cunt. Sonia hastily pulled her hands away when she felt her mother’s thighs reach down.

“UHHHHH!!!” she screamed when she felt the whole of his cock jam into her pussy. She felt it throbbing inside her and it was a whole new feeling for her. Her son’s virile and strong cock inside her own sucking pussy! By god, he filled her up! She worked the muscles of her cunt and heard him gasp as he felt her milking his cock.

She raised her hips ever so slowly; her palms flat on his chest, till again, the tip of his cock remained embedded inside her.

This time she lowered herself slowly, savoring every inch of his cock as it disappeared into her cunt. She bent her head down to look at the spot where his cock had impaled her. She shuddered and raised herself again, wanting to see his naked cock, and as soon as she saw it, wet and glistening with her juices, she sank back.

Sonia knelt by the bed gawking at the sight inches away from her. She was kneading one tit and rubbing her own clit with the other. Unable to look away, she pushed the breast she was kneading up towards her face so that she could lick it herself.

“Oh my god, it’s so beautiful,” she breathed.

She suddenly became aware of her daughter. She smiled even as she raised herself off her son’s body. “Come on, honey, sit on his face.”

Sonia wasted no time. She straddled his head, knees on either side and lowered her wet cunt on his mouth. She heard him grunt and she moaned when he opened his mouth and slid his tongue inside her.

“Fuck me, mom, fuck me now,” his voice was muffled, but the urgency in it was clear to her.

Leaning forward to kiss her daughter right on the mouth, she began to ride him, gradually increasing speed. Sonia thrust her tongue inside her mother’s mouth, closing her eyes when she felt the woman suck on it.

His hands left her tits and reached to grab his sister’s hips. He began to lift his hips to meet his mother’s pussy, at the same time, pulling Sonia down against his mouth.

“UHHHHH, oh god, ahh, I can’t hold, oh mom, oh god…”

She drew her head back from her daughter’s mouth. “Go on, Vinny, come now, boy, come, spurt that juice of yours, just let me know when”

His body twisted furiously and he was chanting, “Now, now, now, mom, oh shit, now, I’m cumming, oh god, I’m cumming…”

She pulled back allowing his cock to burst out of her cunt and in the same movement, slithered down over his body.

She took hold of his jerking cock and shoved it into her mouth.

Sonia bent down, realizing that he was going to come, continuing to grind her cunt against his face. Her lips kissed her mother’s cheeks and then urged her to release his cock from her mouth. He felt Sonia taking him in her mouth, and then it was his mother again.

Back and forth they traded his cock between them, sucking on the flesh desperately, each one trying to be the one to make him ejaculate.

It was when his mother was trying to stuff him into her mouth that he hollered one last time and let his juice erupt from his cock.

With heavy lidded eyes, he watched his juice burst out in long spurts, watched the two women trying to swallow whatever came their way. He shuddered and his body shivered uncontrollably as he emptied his lust, feeling tiny sparks run through his body.

Sonia was licking his shaft and his mom was licking his belly where a few drops of his semen had fallen. Together they lapped at him, till his juice was cleaned up and those areas now glistened with their mingled saliva.

He knew Sonia had come; he could tell it by the way she was grinding her pussy over his face. He glanced below and saw them kissing each other. Strangely, Mom had suddenly become the aggressor. She had cupped Sonia’s cheek and was forcing her daughter to open her mouth so that she could slide her tongue inside.

He watched their tongues duel against each other, occasionally entering the warmth of a mouth and then licking lips. His cock, temporarily satiated, had shrunk considerably when he had erupted; now, as he watched his mother and sister together, he began to feel the stirrings again and he thought it was remarkable.

He wanted to see them together, so he managed to extricate himself from between their heaving and twisting bodies and walked unsteadily to the chair. He sat down, his legs apart, hands stroking his wet and slimy cock as he watched the two of them.

His mother sat on the bed, cross-legged, in a classic yoga style and Sonia lay down on the bed, her head cradled in her mother’s lap.

“Time for your food, honey,” his mother cooed, bending down and offering her breasts to her daughter.

Sonia did not have to raise her head since her mother had bent down low. She merely opened her mouth and engulfed one tit, caressing the other. She moaned when she felt her mother’s hands drifting down her naked thighs before coming to a rest between the legs and on her wet cunt. Her legs drifted apart and she almost bit her mother’s nipple as the woman gently began to slide her finger up and down the slit.

“You have such beautiful tits, darling,” she said throatily, letting one hand come up to grasp one of her daughter’s heavy tit, pinching the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

For an answer, Sonia’s legs lifted involuntarily as if she wanted her mother’s finger deep in her cunt. She inhaled the musky fragrance of her mother’s just-fucked cunt and couldn’t resist sliding one hand to push a finger in the hot opening.

“Ooohh,” sighed the woman, finding her daughter’s clit and beginning to rub it gently in circles; clockwise and then anti-clockwise.

Sonia hummed around her mother’s tit, transferring her mouth to the other and rotating her hips against her mother’s fingers.

“I want to taste my sweet daughter’s pussy,” she said suddenly, pushing away Sonia so that she fell onto her back on the bed.

He watched from the chair as the woman turned, then straddled her daughter’s face, and leaning down to put hers against the cunt she had been rubbing and teasing all this time.

Sonia lifted her legs and wrapped them around her mother’s neck, opening her mouth to cover the woman’s pussy.

It felt incredible to him, watching the two women in his life, engrossed in the sixty-nine. Tits mashed against bellies, bodies humping and squirming, the two women moaned, groaned and made animal-like noises in their throats as they sucked and licked each other.

He could no longer control himself and didn’t want to waste his juice by merely masturbating himself. He rose and walked gingerly to the bed, stroking his cock with one hand.

His mother saw him approaching and smiled, before resuming her sucking activities. He joined Sonia and together the siblings began to suck and lick their mother’s pussy, making the woman scream and whimper with pleasure.

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Escape From Reality
City of Lost Dreams
The Seven Sins of Carson Beckett - Gluttony
14th-Jun-2006 01:29 am
α Mira, Mira
Madness and Craving
Author: Rhiannon - rhian_morwenna
Characters: Carson Beckett, Rodney McKay
Pairing: Carson/Rodney
Summary: Rodney tensed, the restraints digging into his wrists
Word Count: 1,877
Genre: Angst, Character Study
Rating: NC-17/Mature/Adult
Warning: BDSM
Spoilers/Timeline: None, late Season 2
Sequel To: A continuation of the events in Lessons Learned
Series: The Seven Sins of Carson Beckett (Saints and Sinners Universe)
Disclaimer: I shouldn’t have to say this, but I sooo don’t own Stargate Atlantis.
Author's Notes: This is a part of my newly named Saints and Sinners Universe, which comprises both of my 7_deadly_sins_ challenges. Thanks to lvs2read for encouragement and wonderful feedback while this went through it’s various incarnations.

I apologize for taking so long to post this. I know I left many of you hanging after Lessons Learned and I had no intention of waiting 3 weeks to post this part. *ducks head* Unfortunately, life and writer's block happened. Trust me, this version is much better than the first draft, and I hope worth the wait. Crossposted, so I apologize for spamming your flist.

ETA 5/3/07 -

Rodney tugged on the restraints around his wrists, moaning quietly when Carson kissed him again, lovingly and passionately. He closed his eyes as Carson licked and nibbled at his lips, then gently ran his tongue inside his mouth. Rodney made a soft, needy whimper as he returned the kiss, relishing the softness of Carson’s lips and the rasp of stubble. Rodney craned his neck to give Carson better access as he nibbled his way down Rodney’s jaw and neck, pausing to suck and gently nip at the sensitive spots behind his ear and side of his neck. He shuddered as Carson hummed, the vibrations surging through his neck as attention was given to each area in turn.

When Carson finished with his neck, Rodney watched as Carson shifted so he was kneeling between his legs. His breath hitched as Carson dipped his head and licked the tip of his soft cock, teasing with his tongue. He let his head fall back on the pillow as Carson took his entire length into his mouth, gently sucking on the soft flesh, lightly scraping with his teeth. As he hardened, he felt Carson pull away, running his tongue along the underside, licking the pre-come off the tip. Rodney thrust his hips involuntary, wanting to feel the wet heat of Carson’s mouth again. A hand pressed down firmly on his hip, pushing him in to the bed, while another hand fondled his balls as Carson continued to lick and suck his cock. Rodney tensed, the restraints digging into his wrists, as Carson brought him close to climax. He whimpered when Carson pulled away.

“Do ye like tha’?” Carson asked coyly.

“Oh, yes, please. More, I’m so close,” Rodney pleaded.

“Ye’ll get wha’ ye want, jus’ not yet, luv. But since ye asked so nicely I will do somethin’ else for ye…” Carson trailed off.

Rodney hoped he hadn’t made a mistake by asking Carson for more of whatever he had in mind, part of him dreading the uncertainty of what could happen while another part of him was starting to enjoy the forced loss of control. He trusted Carson to do whatever he pleased, to give him what he needed. Rodney didn’t know what he needed anymore. The last time he acted on what he thought he needed, what he thought he wanted, he had hurt Carson without even knowing it. He decided to accept whatever Carson wanted to do to him, hoping that the offering of his body would help Carson forget his pain and earn forgiveness.

Even though he knew he didn’t deserve it, he wanted to feel Carson’s touch, longed for the contact. He looked down his body at Carson who was running his eyes over him, absently stroking himself. Rodney shifted as much the restraints would allow, Carson’s gaze nearly tangible.

“Oh, Lord, luv. Ye’re so beautiful like this, spread out for me, open an’ willin’. Ye’ll let me do anythin’, won’t ye.”

Rodney swallowed, meeting Carson’s gaze. “Yes,” he said quietly.

Rodney saw Carson squeeze the base of his cock as he closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath, before letting go of himself, leaning down, and sweeping his tongue over Rodney’s lips. Rodney tried to capture his mouth but Carson moved away too quickly.

“I knew you were going to say that,” he whispered into Rodney’s ear.

Rodney willed himself to relax as Carson climbed over his body, settling on his chest, the hair on his legs tickling. He licked his lips as Carson leaned over him, resting his hands on the headboard. Rodney opened his mouth as Carson shifted his hips, knowing what Carson wanted. He opened his mouth wide as Carson slowly slid his cock in to his mouth. Rodney licked and sucked, working his tongue around Carson’s shaft and along the underside in a way he knew drove Carson crazy.

“Ye like that, do ye?,” Carson said as his breath hitched. “Ye like it when I fuck that talented mouth ye ‘ave.”

Rodney hummed in agreement around Carson’s cock until Carson thrust into his mouth, forcing him to take his entire length. Rodney fought the urge to gag and relaxed his throat, unable to resist as Carson fucked his mouth. He tilted his head to open his throat up more as Carson thrust deeper, hitting the back of his throat. He gagged around Carson’s cock, the muscles of his throat contracting, and Carson pulled out with a moan.

“Oh, fuck! Rodney, ye keep doin’ tha’ an’ I’ll never last,” he gasped.

“You didn’t enjoy that?” Rodney asked plaintively.

Carson quickly slid down Rodney’s chest and kissed him before he could say anything else.

“Oh, I enjoyed tha’ immensely, luv. I jus’ wan’ tae be able to bury myself deep in yer beautiful arse,” he whispered into Rodney’s ear while he scraped his fingernails over Rodney’s nipples. Carson moved his hips so he rubbed against Rodney’s erection. “Remember, ye can’t come until I say ye can, else ye won’t like wha’ I ‘ave tae do.”

“Please, whatever you want, Carson,” Rodney said quietly, without a trace of his usual sarcasm.

Carson’s lips were gentle as he kissed Rodney, seemingly pleased with his response. Rodney watched silently as Carson climbed off of him, stood at the foot of the bed and began to untie one of the restraints. He didn’t fight. He simply let Carson position his leg so the knee was bent and his foot was flat on the bed before re-securing the restraint. He waited while Carson repeated the procedure on his other leg, and wordlessly lifted his hips when Carson pulled a pillow from the top of the bed. He tested the new position of the restraints, and found he couldn’t straighten his legs anymore.

Rodney wondered what Carson planned on doing next when he knelt between his legs and rubbed his hip bones with his fingertips, lazily tracing over the soft skin.

“Relax, Rodney. Let th’ straps do th’ work. Jus’ relax an’ close yer eyes if ye want,” Carson said soothingly.

Rodney watched Carson for a moment as he gently rubbed the muscles of his hips, then closed his eyes, letting Carson work the tension out. He felt Carson knead the different muscles in his hips and thighs, massaging any knots he found. Rodney sighed as he relaxed into the restraints, letting the stress he didn’t know he’d stored in his muscles ebb away. He closed his eyes and simply existed, letting Carson take care of him, no longer wondering or caring what Carson would do next. For the first time in his life, Rodney gave up control.

“Tha’s right. Let it all go,” Carson purred.

As Rodney floated in a blissful mental haze, he was vaguely aware of Carson as he reached for the tube of lube on the nightstand and knelt again between his legs. He heard Carson flip open the cap and a few moments later heard the muffled sound of the tube dropping to the bed. A broad hand gently rested on his stomach, fingers trailing through the light dusting of hair.

Rodney let out a needy moan as Carson teased his puckered hole with a slick finger. He let out a startled yelp when Carson suddenly inserted the finger, not stopping until it was completely inside him. He jerked at the sudden intrusion, then stilled as Carson’s hand that was resting on his stomach began moving in small circles. Suddenly he felt a jolt of pleasure surge through him as Carson brushed his prostate.

“Oh, God, Carson! Please,” Rodney begged.

“Please wha’?” Carson asked as he twisted his finger, sending another surge of pleasure through Rodney. “Ye’re gonna ‘ave tae be more specific.”

“I want to feel…you…in me,” Rodney choked out as Carson teased him.

Rodney felt Carson pull his finger almost all the way out and push back inside with a second finger. He choked out a needy whimper as Carson fingers curled again, the physician’s hands playing his body like an instrument. He tried to push back onto Carson’s hand, desperate for more sensation, moaning as Carson pulled his fingers out. He heard Carson open the lube again and looked down to see him squeeze more lube into his hand and slick himself slowly, the smile on his face indicating he was fully aware of how the sight was driving Rodney mad. He watched Carson’s every movement as he positioned himself over his body, the heat from Carson’s body intense on his sensitized skin. Rodney threw his head back and screamed in pain and ecstasy as Carson thrust into him, not stopping until he was completely sheathed inside him.

As he adjusted to the sudden intrusion, Rodney forced himself to look at Carson. He saw Carson leaning over him, gasping, fighting to retain control. Rodney struggled against the restraints, desperate to feel Carson moving inside him. When Carson bent his head to claim Rodney’s mouth, probing with his tongue, Rodney kissed back, eager for the contact. He was dizzy when Carson finally broke the kiss, panting.

“Carson, please…I need to feel you move inside me.”

Carson gazed into Rodney’s eyes as he pulled out slowly, the wicked grin returning to his face. He reached between them and grasped Rodney’s shaft, lightly running his hand along the length.

“Is this wha’ ye want?”

“Oh, yes-yes-yes.”

Carson teased the tip with his thumb as he almost completely pulled out and thrust back in slowly. He started fisting Rodney’s cock in time with his lazy thrusts, tormenting him with sensation. The whole time Carson watched Rodney’s face, studying it intently. When Rodney reached the brink of orgasm, he ran his hand down to the base of Rodney’s shaft and grasped him tightly.

Rodney arched as much as the restraints would allow, moaning at the combination of pleasure and pain from Carson’s firm grip.

“I’m not gonna let ye come, not yet.”

Rodney whimpered at his words, biting his lower lip to keep from protesting. He forced himself to let go again, accepting whatever Carson would give him.

Carson started to thrust into Rodney hard and fast, maintaining his tight grip as he reached the edge of his control.

“Now,” Carson whispered into Rodney’s ear and released his cock, burying himself completely in Rodney.

Rodney shuddered as he came, his internal muscles clamping down on Carson, who thrust one last time as his orgasm ripped through him. Rodney felt a jolt of pain lancing through the mind-searing pleasure as Carson bit the junction of his neck and shoulder, crying out against his skin, before he collapsed on top of him, panting. Rodney lay boneless and exhausted as Carson pulled out and dropped down onto the bed next to him.

As Rodney drifted on the verge of unconsciousness, he felt Carson fumbling with the restraints, finally freeing him. He flexed his arms and legs, encouraging blood to return to his abused muscles as Carson cleaned the sticky semen off of his abdomen with a damp cloth. The last thing Rodney felt as he drifted off to sleep was Carson curling beside him and an arm draped possessively across his chest.

A finger lightly traced over the reddening bite mark.

“Mine,” Carson whispered before he fell asleep.
15th-Jun-2006 01:59 am (UTC)
Oh, damn, that was hot!!!

You're amazing. :)
15th-Jun-2006 02:37 am (UTC)

Thank you very much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
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CHINAEUROPE AFRICA


tagFetishNurse Dominique

Nurse Dominique

I hired Dominique, via Home Help online, at a premium rate since she was a qualified nurse. It was self-indulgent to pay a nurse to act as a housekeeper but I'd always been a bit of a hypochondriac, especially since I'd moved to London. Perhaps I simply missed the country air but I liked the idea of having my own medical practitioner, even if it was for just a few hours a week.

We had agreed that she should come to me once a week for three hours, with the option of her being contracted for additional hours.

Our arrangements had been made by email, so it was a pleasant surprise when I opened the door to a large, well-proportioned black woman. I'd thought, lazily, that she might have had French ancestry but not that she would be West African.

When she removed her long coat I was further surprised, just as agreeably, by the smart blouse and skirt that she was wearing -- stylish, certainly, but there was no more to them than the bare minimum that was required.

She cleaned the house at an easy, sedate pace, yet with impressive thoroughness, sipping from a large bottle of mineral water that she had brought. After about two hours she had finished what I had asked her to do so I I left my computer, made us a pot of tea and we sat down to chat.

She told me about her family in the Ivory Coast and about her six month old son, Ben, being looked after by her cousin in the flat they shared in Ealing. I told her a bit about myself, focusing on my struggle with my first novel, and she roared with laughter and slapped her thigh:

"Your first novel! And you've told me you've hardly started it, and you're thirty six! How many will you write and publish, do you think?"

I had to laugh too at my presumption; this woman was going to be very easy to like. Dominique finished her tea and assumed a professional demeanour.

"Now, I'm cleaning your house and doing your chores but since you're paying me as a nurse I must ask you about your diet. How much fresh food do you eat, especially fruit?"

I replied not as much as I should. She looked at me steadily, as if sizing me up, then smiled innocently, just a hint of mischief in her eyes:

"What about fresh milk, then -- do you want some of mine?"

I hesitated for almost a second, then, lost for words, nodded dumbly. As she had intended I had been admiring her stunning cleavage under her tight, low cut blouse since she arrived, but things were happening more quickly than I could have imagined. Of course they were. Because she was in charge. If it had been left to me it would have taken two months rather than two hours for us to get it on.

She unbuttoned her top and removed her bra, got out her left breast, hitched up her short skirt and sat astride me on the sofa, kicking off her shoes. I drew her enormous tit into my mouth and sucked evenly, then more insistently, and soon the sweet milk began to flow. At last she withdrew and passed me over to her right breast. When I'd drunk my fill I playfully sucked each tit in turn, in admiration and appreciation.

"What do you think?," she asked.

"That it's probably an essential part of my diet now."

Taking my head in her strong hands Dominique ran her tongue over my eyelids, inside my ears, between my teeth, and dribbled copious amounts of her delicious saliva into my mouth:

"That's an old nursing trick. Builds up immunity to infection. Let's see, what else would be useful? Can I borrow a fleece -- not too long, just down to my waist?"

I fetched my best fleece. She slipped off the rest of her clothes and put it on without zipping it up.

"Right, more immune system strengthening."

So saying, she bent right over, leaning on the footstool, and brought her massive, muscular arse up to my face. I knelt down, clasped her thighs, pulled her back slightly and kissed her buttocks, ran my tongue up and down the crack of her arse, inside her cunt, around her anus. As I alternated between her clitoris and deep along the top of her vagina she writhed and pressed back and down on me, finally climaxing with shrieks and screams. Back on the settee she sat slumped heavily in my lap for some time, her head leaning against my chest, as I tenderly stroked her thighs and buttocks, then stood up and announced:

"You should have something to eat."

She returned from the kitchen a few minutes later, carrying a large bowl of chopped fresh fruit and oats.

"Now that," she said, "is quite nutritious, but there's room for improvement. I can make the mixture more varied for you, and add some valuable minerals."

She went to the kitchen again and brought back a glass of wine. Taking a large swig she threw her head back, gargled, and let it all run out of her mouth into the bowl. I mixed it in with the spoon; she added a second large mouthful, squatted, positioned her arse carefully over the bowl and pissed a small amount -- a cupful, maybe -- into it.

"Eat up."

It was an unusual dish, full of intriguing flavours and very much to my taste. When I'd finished I congratulated her on her inspired recipe. She kissed me lightly, unzipped me, took out my rock-hard penis, and sucked me enthusiastically, drawing me deep down into her throat. After only a few minutes I erupted and gushed spunk into her beautiful mouth; she swallowed, sighed deeply, and rested her head quietly in my lap for a while, occasionally licking and nibbling my half-erect cock. She looked up:

"Shall I do some overtime?"

"Just what I was thinking."

We stood up, clasped hands, picked up some wine, and headed for my bed. Without anything being said I arranged three firm pillows so that I could lie with my head raised in comfort; my nurse climbed on top of me, sat full on my face, leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth again, as I explored her magnificent arse and cunt with re-invigorated tongue. Several orgasms later we dozed for a while, until Dominique lazily turned around, slid up, and straddled my face with her tremendous thighs, her cunt directly over my mouth.

"It's important that you don't get dehydrated, and it's been a while since you had a drink."

She pulled my head forward gently and pissed down my throat a little, paused for me to gulp it down, pissed some more, waited again, pissed , paused, then gushed the rest into me in one go, so that I had to swallow as her piss was pouring into me like a waterfall.

"I've been saving it for you for hours."

I realised then that, apart from the small amount she had released into my cereal bowl, she had not had a piss since she had arrived but she had drunk a large bottle of water whilst doing the cleaning. Then there was the tea and the two big glasses of wine she had swallowed in the bedroom.

She saw me looking thoughtful and laughed:

"Yes, I had been kind of preparing for this, but don't worry, I wouldn't have let you drown -- although it was touch and go towards the end there! I'm serious about looking after you. Now, I think I should boost your emotional health a bit more."

Swivelling around, she sat heavily on my face, her fabulous arse engulfing me and her cunt completely covering my mouth; and I felt her begin to suck me, warmly, rhythmically. I had just got going with my sucking when she sat up and leaned back, burying my face in her arse; then she leaned forward slightly and, gripping my thighs tightly to stabilise herself, rode up and down on my face, moaning ecstatically, as I pushed my tongue up and round her arse, then her cunt, until she climaxed again with flame and spectacle. Leaning forward she took me back in her mouth, drew me so far back in her throat I feared she would choke, and with a gentle but insistent sucking motion she gradually drew out every last drop of spunk I could produce, swallowing it with evident relish as I experienced the most protracted, intense and serene orgasm that I had ever known.

After another brief rest we finished with her 'therapeutic nurse's massage': she bent me over, grabbed hold of my cock and balls and slapped my buttocks hard, until the skin was red-hot and they were suffused with blood and agonising pleasure.

We lay back down and turned to gaze at one another.

"You've got a young son."

"And a dependent cousin." She paused, then beamed a smile at me: "I like this flat. It's a lot more comfortable than mine."

"You don't hang back, do you? Are you inviting yourself to stay here? With your son and cousin?"

Dominique leaned over and kissed me softly on my lips:

"Since you put it like that, I will, thank you. Amachi, my cousin, can share a room with Ben and I'll share yours."

"Of course." I'd meant it to sound sarcastic but it came out as a flat statement of agreement.

"I'll see my other clients during the day whilst you're writing, Amachi can carry on looking after Ben, who's no trouble at all, a very quiet baby, and anyway she can take him out to the park now it's getting warmer. And we have our evenings and nights together. Okay?"

"How do you know I haven't got a girlfriend, my calculating nurse?"

She laughed again, quietly at first, then with unconstrained mirth, till she was almost shrieking.

"What do you think I was doing with my brain when I spent two hours cleaning your apartment earlier? If there had been any sign of a girlfriend I'd have seen it. No lady has stayed here for months, I could tell that."

I smiled back at her. I was excited and a bit scared. This was one hell of a woman.

"In any case,' she continued, 'I own you. Totally. You couldn't take your eyes off me after I took my coat off. You couldn't have been more mine if you'd signed a bit of paper saying 'Dominique is my mistress for as long as she desires it'."

"You're right. You're very perceptive but there's one thing you've overlooked."

A slight frown creased her brow: "Tell me."

"My arse still feels like it's been branded with red-hot pokers. As my nurse you should have done something about that already."

"Stand up."

I eased myself off the bed and stood, a little unsteadily, as Dominique fetched a bottle from the bathroom. She knelt in front of me, poured calamine lotion into her palms and rubbed it thoroughly into my buttocks as she sucked me off with her trademark gentle passion. I came buckets, she swallowed, and we lay back on our bed.

Dominique, Amachi and Ben moved their belongings in over the next few days. The arrangement has worked surprisingly well so far. Dominique leaves mid-morning and returns in the evening, allowing me plenty of time to write and bond with Ben and the sweet Amachi, a younger version of her cousin, in many ways.

Along with Ben I take as much milk from his mother as she can produce; fortunately there's plenty for us both. Dominique still adds her saliva and cunt juices to my meals and makes sure I have a couple of pints of her piss every day. My health has never been better and hers is in full bloom: she has twelve clients but assures me my spunk tastes the best since, thanks to her, I've now got the perfect diet.

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