Hard Education

 

Sexual Investigations Book I, Chapter 10

Donna bit into a strawberry-frosted donut, left over from the box Renata had presented her with last night. She sat a stool before her apartment's kitchen counter, contemplating proper breakfast. She debated waiting for Renata, as the tall sexy blonde was still asleep. Despite the fact it was nearly eight in the morning. Very unusual, though the idea did give Donna some pride in her sexual prowess.

She wished she could claim complete credit, the German woman's massive breasts and their extreme sensitivity were mostly to blame. Donna felt a touch of guilt exploiting that, but it had been delightful how Renata squirmed and thrashed, lost in herself at the slightest touch to her pale orbs.

A part of Donna feared Renata's wrath, worrying that the whole night was a trick. Or a dream. Donna was able to discount that last one right away; when she woke this morning, Renata's cum and milk soaked body was still laying beside her in bed. Incontrovertible evidence. Donna hadn't tried terribly hard to rouse her.

Still, the sight had instantly made Donna rock hard. Her fember remained rigid long after she left the blonde to her slumber, which was a trial in and of itself. She wanted to just plow right in, she might still have Renata's tacit approval. But there was no hurry today, she was still technically on medical leave. Wasting a day abusing sexy Renata and her glorious tits might be just what the doctor ordered.

Somehow Donna had restrained herself. She liked to think that was because of how peaceful Renata looked. Like a pastry that had been designed by an artist-chef, something too good looking to eat, to ruin, to defile. Never mind that Renata's lingerie clad form was covered with dried cum and milk. That only made her look even hotter, and somehow, even more untouchable. Donna had showered with Boxer's help in the wardrobe, emerging in nothing but a long, loose, red shirt that went to her thighs.

By the time Donna had reached a seat in the kitchen, her resolve to leave Renata be wavered. Girlcock throbbing hard, her mind was back at the memories of last night, dwelling on the elegant woman and her huge knockers. How she'd bucked, crying out, lost in pleasure. It hadn't been all that strange oversensitivity. Donna had done some of that, worked a little magic with her girlcock. She was sure of it.

It was a shame Renata probably hadn't been conscious for most of it. The thought added to Donna's guilt, and made her all the more desperate to help Renata master herself. She couldn't really experience proper pleasure like that, could she?

Donna licked her lips, drawing in errant sweet frosting. She sighed, abandoning her concerns to instead bask in the lingering afterglow. Donna focused especially on how Renata had talked to her, which was probably the sexiest part of the evening.

Giving herself to me, Donna thought, growing excited anew. She sought another donut, chocolate with white and blue sprinkles, ignoring the increasing hardness of her fember.

As much as Donna wished it, they couldn't fuck all day. They had a case. Someone in New York was injecting people with very dangerous gene-fixed tentacle monster mods. We'll talk about that today, Donna promised herself.

"She's awake," Boxer whispered, so quietly Donna thought the voice might be in her mind.

Donna glanced at the doorway leading to the bedroom, guilt flooding back. For all her speculation, for all that Renata had said, she couldn't be sure the German woman was pleased. Frozen with a donut between her teeth, Donna waited and watched.

The big breasted, long legged woman stumbled into the hall, and had to catch herself on the opposite wall with one raised arm. With crusted cum on her thighs, and dried trails of milk on her enormous boobs, trailing over the remains of her lingerie and thigh highs, Renata was the image of a well-used New York whore. Beautiful, Donna thought, staring.

When she caught Renata's eyes, however, her mood soured. The woman looked tired. Maybe sultry? Or disappointed, Donna worried. Even if it was just with herself, Donna hated to have caused that. Donna put on a smile. It didn't come out as strong as she hoped, but she soldiered on. "Morning, Renata."

Renata's warm smile restored the world, filling Donna's mind with relief. She gave a head-dipping nod and turned back into the hall, seeking the wardrobe. A tremor rocked Donna's shaft, which had resumed maximum hardness in an instant. A warm drop of pre-cum burst up from the tip, staining her red shirt. She instantly thought to chase Renata into the wardrobe and continue mating. Images of their bodies locked together, both bucking with pleasure, entered Donna's mind.

Serious, Donna reminded herself. Today is serious. There were more nights (and days) with Renata Deckholdt in her future. They were past that first day a month or so ago, when Donna couldn't even be sure Renata was interested in her. But she was. They'd fucked. Several times. And they would again. And it'd be much better the more of Renata's respect she earned, which started with solving this case.

Despite the resulting agony, Donna waited patiently, eating several more donuts and having a can of NuSlim, while Renata made use of the wardrobe. Donna strained her ears, listening to the flow and splash and spray of water, imaging it cascading over Renata's tits. She debated asking Boxer to pipe a hologram from the wardrobe to the kitchen. The consideration led to a question: does Renata orgasm wildy while cleaning herself? Maybe, like with her special bras, she'd managed to adjust to particular, expected sensations.

She'd never be clean otherwise, Donna expected.

When Renata returned, the leggy blonde wore a shoulderless thick off-white shirt that couldn't hide the heavy-duty straps of her special bra, milk tube tucked on the right. Purple leather-looking pants hugged her thighs, and she walked on comfortable, flat shoes. Her idea of casual wear, Donna decided. She approved, as much as it was possible for Donna to approve any dress other than that amazing birthday suit.

Renata approached the stools, turning the back of the next one over to sit. She said, "Boxer, french toast today. A lot. Do you require a recipe?"

"No, Renata." The woman nodded, and the apartment computer added, "Coming right up, babe."

Renata rolled her eyes at the computer's colloquial address, glancing sideways at Donna, who hadn't ceased staring at her. All cleaned up, the only thing Donna could think about was making another mess out of her. The case, Donna tried to remind herself, but it was so hard with those green eyes staring just so. Renata knew what she was doing. She did it on purpose, teasing everyone around her with that imperious, aristocratic bearing, deliberately attracting attention from deviants and bitch-breakers.

All of whom she'd see to their proper places in the end.

"And you, Donna?" Boxer inquired.

Waving a hand, eyes sticking on Renata, Donna said, "A level five, Boxer. I'm drained."

As Boxer started cooking, Renata casually said, "First thing this morning, we ought to discuss your punishment, ja?"

"My--" Donna blinked, then glanced over the counter to where Boxer used manipulator fields to cook breakfast with instruments from the kitchen unit. She faced Renata. "My what? You-- You said I--"

She paused as Renata held up a hand, smile hidden behind aristocratic stoicism. "One cannot abuse a woman of my rank without consequence. You defiled my body, Donna, and so you must pay the price."

Donna narrowed her eyes, feeling betrayed. Renata had promised--sounded so sincere. Had that all been a trick--? Meeting Renata's gaze, Donna caught a hint of a smile on the German woman's lush lips. It was so slight she felt she'd never have noticed before learning so much about Renata, after being around her all day for weeks. Feeling sly for the deduction, Donna tried to keep her tone worried. "What kind of punishment?"

Now Renata openly smiled, which seemed to confirm Donna's guess. "Imprisonment is the traditional response in such cases."

Pursing her lips, Donna eyed the confines of her apartment. Is she going to stick me here, while she goes out and works on the case? Donna felt that was patently unfair, and rather a bit too much like actual torture. She pressed her teeth together, certain as to how she'd spend the day: jacking herself off over Renata. Without the woman herself here to keep her honest, it was the only logical result. She said, "Is that how, uh, the Baroness handles things back in Bonn?"

Nodding, Renata said, "The Deckholdt line must retain appropriate respect, ja?"

Donna reclined against the stool back. She remained rock hard, so the move allowed the prominent tent her girlcock made with her red shirt to become quite obvious. "And if I escape?"

Renata laughed, the noise at once sweet and terrible. Donna shuddered, the German woman really did have the commanding part down of being an aristocrat. "Don't be silly, Donna. I wouldn't put you somewhere you could easily escape."

Donna frowned, peering close. "The station? You couldn't get permission for that, could you?" Donna immediately ran a list in her mind of officers that might visit her if she were in lock-up. It wouldn't be too boring a day. Especially if this was just an elaborate joke of Renata's.

Glancing curiously aside, Renata pursed her lips. "I should keep that in mind for the future. But, no, nothing so complicated."

Clenching her jaw, Donna frowned. "Where?!"

Swiveling her stool, Renata faced her. Their knees touched, and Donna's were forced to the side with Renata's movement. Then her legs spread wide. One hand traced up a thigh, resting over her sex, presently covered by the purple pants. And panties. Donna caught a hint of the thin strap over one hip, navy blue. She smiled at the obvious implication, cursing herself for becoming so worked up. Renata wasn't like her usual partners, being both more and less straightforward. Donna found that exciting, however.

"Unusual," Renata said, smiling seductively, "but not cruel, ja?"

"Ja," Donna echoed, eyes locked on the woman's crotch. Her girlcock trembled, and more pre built underneath the red fabric, staining it dark.

Boxer finished portions of the meal, sliding plates over using invisible fields. Donna ate like a ravenous wolf, devouring pancakes and sausages and squares of fried bacon. She had some more donuts, and drank extra NuSlim, though she had a feeling as to where all her excess calories were going today; straight out her fember in the form of copious volumes of girlcum.

Renata, of course, ate like a princess, even though she seemed in as much need of food as Donna. Her plates were piled with nearly the same quantity, if different quality of food. They'd both spent quite a bit of fluid last night, and while Donna had drank much of Renata's milky spend, far too much had spilled. Donna eyed the woman's fat tits, confined by bra and shirt but still mostly on display. She was a real prodigy when it came to milk production.

Serious thoughts intruded on Donna's dreams of sexual release, however, and she frowned. "Wait. Much as I love the idea of being locked inside you all day, shouldn't we, you know, work on the case? You haven't told me what you found out."

"I haven't," Renata nodded, forking a neatly sliced square of french toast into her mouth.

Donna made a face. "Well?"

"Today we'll train. You're still on medical leave, officially."

"I'm fit. The case?"

Renata glanced sideways while chewing. She swallowed and said, "This persistence regarding a mundane matter is surprising, coming from such an unashamedly sexual creature."

Fighting a flush, Donna chewed her lip. She loved being thought of as a sexual creature, loved thinking of herself as a sexual creature, and tried her best to act the sexual creature, so hearing Renata refer to her that way was intoxicating. That only served to remind her why she was being persistent about the case in the first place; to win Renata's favor. So, really, it was all entirely related to her being a sexual creature.

As she watched Renata, Donna knew not to let that slip. If she told Renata the truth, the woman might not find her as mysterious or enjoyable. Renata certainly enjoyed sex, but she had a serious side too, that Donna wished to appeal to. It's never been this hard before, she decided. Putting her job before her personal bodily needs, when appropriate, had always been relatively simple. Donna lapsed here and there, fucked suspects when she shouldn't, dallied and wasted days screwing, but she was only human.

Renata's amazing cunt and massive orbs made putting her nature aside extremely difficult. She didn't help, taunting Donna like this, insisting they spend another day inside fucking themselves silly. As she thought, however, Donna's concern with the case manifested as something pure, unrelated to her desire for Renata. Tentacle monster gene-fixes were dangerous and this one particularly so; it had to be stopped. She'd become a police officer to protect people, and that was still important to her, regardless of how many voluptuous, leggy, foreign blondes she had to fuck in the process.

"Anyhow," Renata went on, seemingly unaware of Donna's staring, "we will be working on the case today. Indirectly."

"Oh?"

Nodding, Renata patted her lips gently with a napkin. "Resistance training, ja?"

Donna's eyes widened as she visualized what was to come. Renata, astride her girlcock, riding without riding, sitting there as she used her glorious cunt to milk Donna's fember for all it was worth. A shudder passed through her, and another burst of pre-cum spurted up her hardened shaft.

Renata glanced at her. "Don't you think that could help? We're sure to encounter more tentacle monsters, which shouldn't be a problem if you master yourself."

"Sure," Donna said, carefully. "But won't it take time?"

"All the more reason to start now." The woman faced her fully, frowning. "I'm surprised at you, Donna. Wouldn't you do anything to be inside me?"

"Yes," Donna admitted, face warm. She felt shy, which Donna couldn't recall feeling since her teens and those earliest, wild sexual experiences. It hadn't taken her long to know what she liked, which was mostly anything and everyone, and develop the appropriate boldness in pursuit of her sexual enlightenment. Renata Deckholdt, though, was unlike any partner she'd ever had before.

"Then there's no issue."

"What about you?"

"Me?"

Donna reached out slowly, cupping Renata's left breast in a hand. She squeezed softly, eliciting a gentle moan from Renata. A few drops of milk bubbled out of her drinking tube, dripping down under the fabric of her shirt. The woman shuddered, taking several calm breaths to collect herself. Donna resisted the urge to have her right there, to fuck wildly on the kitchen table. They'd make a real mess, bigger even than last night...

"Yes, of course." Renata licked her lips, struggling to reclaim her usual stoic manner. Donna found it sexier, and more playful than she'd first assumed. Renata was a creature of control, of order, and she was comfortable in that state. And when she was comfortable, she was sexy. "I want your help with that, Donna, but not now. Once you're prepared, you'll understand better, and be more able to effect a result in the eventual process."

Donna nodded, unable to help thinking of that process. This time, somehow, she managed to get beyond the sex part, but not before a few choice images drew a response from her body, pumping more pre from her fember and slicking her cunt, soaking her stool seat. She wondered what would happen when Renata mastered herself. Probably she'd go back to Bonn.

I hope she never leaves me, Donna thought, sudden and jealous. The intensity of the idea stunned her. She couldn't recall a partner leaving her with such an impression before. Donna had slept with dozens of people she was sure were the last, and sometimes thought of them that way, but it never quite worked out. She always wanted more, a new experience, the next thing. No one had ever stuck into her.

And maybe Renata hadn't. Their relationship was still young. Maybe Renata Deckholdt was merely an extra special partner, and a month or two from now she'd be old hat. Donna glanced at the woman's profile, then at her massive orbs, squishing around in that thick shirt, barely contained by her reinforced bra. She decided she did not mind one bit if she was wrong about that. Renata was one of a kind.

Donna stopped herself from asking Renata about their relationship. As far as she knew, the German woman saw them as partners only. Close partners, but nothing like Donna's mothers. She probably thinks of me like a peasant, Donna thought. The idea inspired some fantasies, and a little sadness. There was no way Donna could ever join Renata's world of regal stoicism, managing castles and manors or whatever it is nobility in the European countries did. And her genes weren't technically pure, as her alpha mother had several gene-mods, and Donna had added more to help with the police work.

Before sadness at the idea really sunk in, Donna's optimistic nature resumed. It didn't matter what Renata did when they parted, or if they parted at all. She was determined to enjoy the time they had. Donna put on a broad, teasing smile. "You can count on me. When do we get started?"

"Right now." Renata pushed her last plate off, letting Boxer grasp it with fields, hauling it to the washer. Donna stood as Renata waved. "Come."

Donna flushed as she followed Renata to the living area proper, feeling far too giddy. Too giddy for her age, but she didn't mind the feeling at all. She'd known Renata for only a few weeks, true, but the brand-new-partner feel lingered. Renata still had surprises, each more delightful than the last. Sooner or later they'd settled into a comfortable normal, it couldn't hold out like this.

At Renata's instruction, Donna collapsed into her favorite armchair, with rounded soft rests and adjustable back and extendable footrest. Renata knelt before her, lifting the hem of Donna's shirt to reveal her hard girlcock, standing at stiff attention. A constant state whenever Donna was around Renata; even if her mind drifted, her body knew where to focus its attention.

The tall blonde grinned. "Still so eager, Donna. It's good to see you haven't tired of me yet."

"Never," Donna said fiercely, proud of her erect fember. A little drop of pre shined at the tip.

Renata stood to draw her pants down her long, smooth legs. Her panties were next, lacy blue. Ordinarily Donna found undergarments a sign of a modest or shy personality, usually less fun, but on Renata it suggested a certain class and elegance that was frighteningly sexy. Donna licked her lips, expecting Renata would remove her shirt next, but she simply sauntered over to the chair, settling with her knees at Donna's thighs. Her cunt hovered above Donna's girlcock. Involuntarily, her hips jerked, and the tip poked at Renata's slick cunt lips, barely gaining entry.

Renata made a sweet laugh. "So very eager."

Donna's teeth pressed together, as she prepared to endure Renata's teasing. She didn't worry overmuch that she'd never be allowed inside her delightful, silky cunt again. But how long might pass before then...

Grasping Donna's fember gently, Renata's soft hand guided the tip in as the woman slowly lowered herself. Donna felt every fold of flesh as she plowed inside Renata, though once the woman was settled on Donna's lap, she didn't move. She held Donna's shoulders as if for balance, her massive mounds prominent before her. Donna had to struggle to keep her eyes on Renata's, though she felt the woman wouldn't mind if she stared at that impressive, bulging endowment.

 

Donna braced herself for the coming intense experience, but wasn't surprised when Renata merely sat there.

The woman said, "Before we start, perhaps a visualization might help, ja?"

An image appeared, as if summoned by Renata's words, and Donna knew it was right. Struggling to ignore Renata's sweet sex enfolding her organ, aware of its pleasurable capabilities, Donna said, "That night I tried to have you, when you worked me over, I felt something very briefly. Like my body was a massive lock, with hundreds of tumblers, that I had to work through. Like an old style lockpicking test."

Head tilting curiously, Renata smiled brightly. The look made Donna shiver in the best way, and her girlcock throbbed within the confines the blonde's cunt. A little bead of warm pre forced its way up the shaft, tickling Donna from the inside. Renata said, "Lock tumblers. Well imagined. Yes, work with that. Your body is the lock and you need to find the key, Donna." She nodded. "I'll start slowly, ja?"

Drawing a breath, Donna braced herself. She nodded.

As promised, Renata's cunt moved slowly at first, the muscles shifting just so to caress Donna's hard fember. She shuddered all the same, nearly overwhelmed by the intensity of the precise, controlled sensations. Rumbling built deep within, as her girlcock was excited by the feel of Renata's smooth cunt. The throbbing increased, and she sensed the heat of her orgasm building, rapidly. Too rapidly.

Donna's body wasn't about to refuse pleasure, and she sensed her shaft giving in to the motions. Her mind placed something above orgasm, however: disappointing Renata. Donna forced her body to obey, grasping Renata's forearms, her jaw tight and eyes closed. "Renata-- Too much--"

"The lock, Donna!" Renata said, her voice an insistent, sultry, seductive whisper.

Pressure built on her fember. Her cunt quaked, just waiting for the moment of release. She tried to imagine the lock, the moving of the tumblers, a massive imaginary lockpick sorting its way through her nerves, setting them to order.

Then the real flood of pleasure hit, and Donna yelped with sudden intensity. It seemed as though her resistance hadn't merely delayed orgasm, but enhanced the eventual explosion. She could count on one hand the number of times she'd felt such an intense climax. Her girlcock pounded inside Renata's cunt, doing its best to empty all her precious white girl goo. Each warm spurt of long strands of seed pulsing up her shaft was a joy. Warm spend sluiced from Renata's cunt, covering Donna's thighs. Her cunt shivered in response, and Donna felt her body go slack, her limbs shuddering, her mind blank to the pleasure, incapable of knowing anything, reduced to merely experiencing.

Several minutes later, Donna came aware of Renata still straddling her. She sighed, closing her eyes. "I'm sorry, Renata."

"Don't be, ja? No one gets this on their first try."

"Did you?" Donna asked.

Renata crossed her arms, bubbling her breasts wonderfully, even confined as they were in the thick flowing shirt she wore. "Of course not. But I was a quick learner."

"Well, maybe this is just your line, your heritage. Maybe mortals like me can't learn, our nerves aren't developed properly." She licked her lips, hiding her eyes and hating that she'd made the admission. Of course she did not want to be inferior to Renata in any way, but more than that she didn't want to be a disappointment to her either.

Renata leaned close, touching Donna's chin, raising her face slightly. Renata smiled. "You can do this, Donna. A baroness trains all her lovers just so, and while some take longer than others, she has never failed to educate one." Raising her eyebrow in a seductive way, she added, "And neither shall I, ja?"

Donna felt a smile. "Sounds like a threat, Lieutenant Deckholdt."

"A promise, Lieutenant Riggs." Renata leaned back, the movement doing much to remind Donna that her hardened girlcock was still securely slotted in a welcoming, warm, wet snatch. "Now, are you ready?"

Donna nodded with another heavy breath. Renata began her motions, controlling her cunt in such a way that Donna imagined dozens of slavering tongues and gentle fingers tracing each nerve and pressing just so at exacting moments. She tried to conjure her lock, paying attention to the rest of her body, but the pleasure was too distracting. After only a few minutes, she was spurting and crying out again, having failed.

When she eventually met Renata's eyes, the woman merely said, "Again." Without waiting, she started on Donna.

By the second hour, Donna was feeling quite sore, and not just in her genitals. Her whole body ached from each attempt at controlling her orgasm. Donna clenched her jaw, enduring Renata's delicate ministrations. The German woman seemed to be getting better too, learning just how much pleasure Donna could take. Donna hoped that was only part of the lesson, and not that the tall elegant blonde was going easy on her. She wasn't sure she could stand that.

As the pleasure built, growing warm in her girlcock, Donna focused on her lock. She imagined the tumblers lining up, marshaling her sexual energy, not letting it spend itself wildly. Donna felt her body still, her muscles growing not quite slack, but restrained. The energy grew, she felt her girlcock near to exploding. All pleasure seemed to melt away suddenly, briefly confusing Donna. No, it hadn't left. Pleasure remained, intense as ever, but Donna had a strange timeless sense of examining it, watching her body's strength in action, it's energy, becoming aware of every connection.

The orgasmic pleasure was solid in her mind and Donna marveled at how concrete it felt, how terribly it flooded to and fro. She imagined when Renata did this her pleasure was somehow lesser for being contained and controlled, but it was the opposite. With precise focus Donna knew every iota of sensation in her body, and could forge that energy toward the goal of even greater pleasure.

"Ja!" Renata whispered. "Donna, ja!"

Pleasure raging in her mind, Donna blinked to awareness of Renata's green, excited eyes. The woman leaned forward and kissed her--

The spell was broken instantly as her excitement washed over Donna, drowning ideas of locks and any hope of control. Her body bucked of its own accord, girlcock throbbing with intense warmth as she spurted for all she was worth. Donna lost herself to the feelings, becoming nothing but a hard fember spraying gooey white spend inside a lover's cunt. Despite her failure, the feelings were even more intense than usual. Donna felt she was losing herself, never to be the same again.

In the depths of that world-breaking orgasm, Donna Riggs did not mind one bit. There were worse ways to go.

Eventually she returned to awareness, feeling as though she'd walked a thousand miles. She was limp in the chair, her entire body was sore. Yet Donna rarely felt as content after climax. It felt amazing. Renata sat atop her still, there was no mistaking the warm wetness of her sex, wrapped securely about Donna's hard fember. Donna stared at the point where their organs met, girlcock hidden by the toned flesh comprising Renata's core. Spunk spilled from within, a heavy white coating on her stomach, sticky and warm.

As the memory returned to her, Donna raised her gaze to the blonde's bulging chest, and beyond, to her green eyes. Renata grinned like a fool, or as near as the woman could approximate the look. She said, "Donna, I'm proud of you. You did so well."

"I lost it--"

Renata's smile faded. "My fault, ja? I apologize. I became too excited, and overwhelmed you."

"You?" Donna asked, sensing a grin. "Excited? I'll believe it when I see it."

Shocking Donna, the German woman flushed. The intimate moment made her appear far too sexy to be real, and Donna felt her member respond with a good hard throbbing. Renata composed herself, nodding. "It can happen." She leaned back, and lifted herself from Donna. Spend flowed forth, splattering on Donna's thighs and stomach. Renata let out a content sigh.

Donna fought the cool, hollow sensation of a lover departing, and frowned. "We're finished?"

"For now. You've had a breakthrough. We'll make better progress if you have time to think on what you've accomplished. That means intense, personal, solitary meditation."

Narrowing her eyes, Donna said, "For how long?"

Renata made for the wardrobe, no doubt to clean herself of the spend. Donna eyed the woman's long legs, shining with sweat or cum. She glanced at the chair, thoroughly soaked in cum. It might even be the worst mess the thing had ever seen, and Donna felt proud of that. No one could accuse her of a lack of virility. Renata turned at the corner, flashing a smile. "Oh, at least a day, Donna." Her face and tone turned stern, and she waged a commanding finger. "And no distractions, ja? Boxer, prepare Donna a suitable VR-experience."

"You got it, babe."

The childish part of Donna instantly proposed resistance, but she stomped down on that. She had a taste of what it meant, this gift of Renata's, which was easily worth a rough regime of meditation or whatever. She licked her lips recalling the experience. Mentally standing aside as a towering tsunami of pleasure flowed by... But that wasn't all, she'd sensed the ghost of reins, the possibility of taking charge, of commanding her pleasure, and really feeling her body. Maybe for the first time ever.

Donna heard the click of the wardrobe closing. She sighed, "Alright, Boxer, what have you got?"

Lilly Becomes a Sex Toy

 

There is an image that this was based from, the owner has granted me permission to use it.

*****

Lilly was just 19 from Nebraska. She was a freshman who got a partial scholarship at UC Berkley, and was working two part time jobs to help pay her tuition and bills. One was a discount shoe store which she loved because girls really have a thing for shoes. And this job at a convenience store which paid a bit less but the hours were flexible with her schedule.

She did a little bit of everything from cashier to stocking shelves to cleaning up. It was ok, and her boss Tom was nice and would work with her school schedule. Todd also worked there, and he was a mess, had a drug problem which soon became Lilly's problem.

One Thursday Lilly was putting returns back on the shelves when a customer walked up to the register. They waited a moment before calling out. Anyone here to ring me up? Lilly looked up and began to move to the register but Todd, who was closer told her, I got it, you keep doing what you're doing. And just like that, Lilly's register was short $130. The day was over, and they closed the store and Tom the boss let everyone out closed and locked the door and flipped the CLOSED sign over.

Friday dawned, Lilly went to her classes and after her last class met some friends in the student lounge. They hung out and chatted for a while before Lilly said she had to go to work. She arrived at work and got a look from Tom she had not seen before but dismissed it and began her shift. It went pretty uneventful up until closing time. Tom told everyone to have a great weekend but asked Lilly to lock the door and flip the Closed sign and come back, he had something he had to talk to her about.

As she approached Tom she saw he was holding the cash register tapes in his hand along with the previous day's paper work. He was shaking his head and had a sad look on his face. Lilly, your drawer was short yesterday by $130. Can you explain this?

WHAT? How can that be? I always double check myself when I make change, I don't understand. Did you double check your math, Tom?

Yes, Lilly, I did. Three times in fact, the drawer is $130 short. Look, I know it's tough being so far from home going to school and things are so expensive. If you admit it and return the money, I will forgive you but if you don't I have two options. Call the police or fire you, now I really don't want to ruin your life by calling the police over $130 but...

Tom, I SWEAR! I did not take the money! I swear Tom!

Well, Lilly, I am sorry then, but I have no choice, I have to fire you. And do not use me as a reference because I will not lie for you over this.

Tom, I Swear, I didn't take the money! Tears began to run down the coed's face. Tom, I really need this job! I am barely scraping by. I will do anything to keep this job. Anything.

Tom looked the beautiful young coed up and down, Christ she is so hot he thought. His eyes went up and down her body a second time and Lilly, noticing Tom's interest in her body once again said Anything Tom, anything at all, in a much sexier tone than she had previously. She began unbuttoning her blouse. Tom just stood there, curious how far this girl would go. He started to think he has a daughter a little older than.. no stop thinking about Anna he thought. When his mind was back on Lilly she had dropped her blouse and was removing her bra. Tom waited for Lilly to remove her bra, revealing her beautiful perky breasts with her dark nipples already getting hard.

Lilly, are you sure you want to do this? he asked her.

Will I get to keep my job? she replied

Stand up and remove your jeans and panties he countered. After she complied he ordered her to turn around, spread your feet, wider, wider. Now bend down and grab your ankles and hold them. she did.

Her pussy was already wet and was glistening in the light as he ran his fingers up and down the young girls slit just teasing at the entrance. You realize that If we do this, I am going to use all your holes.

Yes, came the reply.

Ok, now I will give you an option.

You can keep your job and we do this one time right here right now.

OR? She said.

Or, we can do this every Friday after closing for an extra $200 CASH in your pay envelope.

Well, she said, let's do today so I can see what you have in your dirty old man's mind for me.

Tom was already so hard from seeing this naked girl bent over in front of him and the knowledge that he was about to debase this girl every way he could think of. He struggled to free his swollen cock from his pants but when he did it made a beeline for the wet pussy before him.

As his head touched her velvety lips it was as if an electric shock jolted through his body. It was so intense, but he gathered himself quickly. He was not gonna blow like some 17 year old kid.

He grabbed Lilly by the hips and started entering her slowly, rhythmically. With each stroke he went deeper and deeper into the beautiful young woman. He wanted to cum so bad so he thought of his wife's mother and damn near lost his erection, but it did the job.

He started fucking Lilly harder and faster, so hard in fact she almost toppled over.

Lilly, turn to your left and grab the shelf, no, the next one up. Now, step back a little, there. How's that?

Better she replied and Tom began fucking this girl like she was his own personal fucktoy because after all, she was. Now he was hoping she needed an extra $200 a week.

He let his mind drift, and it was good as it postponed his ejaculation once more but now he wanted to share his sperm with this beautiful girl. he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back and began pulling on every thrust of his hips, he was pounding her mercilessly, but she was getting off on it, now that his attention was back. He heard her asking him to fuck her harder, so he did. Right up until he told her to kneel right here. She saw his cock dripping with her own juices as he approached her mouth and without a word she offered him her mouth. He gladly accepted and began fucking her mouth as he started to cum. She felt the first three blasts hit the back of her throat, after that there was so much cum in her mouth it just kept cumming. Soon it was leaking from the corners of her mouth as he placed his hands on the back of her head. He pulled her deeper onto his cock then pulled her mouth off him and said show me your mouth slut.

Lilly opened her mouth revealing to him his cum filling her small mouth with some spread over her lips.

Swallow it. she did. He pulled her back onto his cock and again she felt two more blasts hit the back of her throat before he began to slow down and finish cumming in her mouth. They repeated the show of cum before the swallow. Tom looked down and said you will make a wonderful whore for me. Now, get back up and grab the shelf again. He held out his hands and helped her up as she asked, I thought we were done, no?

Did you forget I told you I was going to use ALL your holes?

NO. TOM, NO PLEASE! I NEVER had a one up my bum!

Well, we can stop now, and you can begin looking for a new job if you like.

NO, I need this job Tom, please. couldn't you just fuck me again please?

Well, that's exactly what I had in mind Lilly, But I want to fuck that hot little ass of yours, You see I fuck my wife's ass from time to time, but she is 46 years old and well, her ass simply does not compare to the sweet ass of yours. So, what's it gonna be? New job? Or a new sexual experience?

Lilly turned to face the shelves again. Tom was about to anally penetrate this virgin ass in front of him, but he stopped, he looked just below her waiting asshole at the lovely wet pussy that was slightly gaping at him. It looked so inviting to fuck some more then he realized he could use her pussy juices as a lube for the sweet virgin ass he was about to sodomize. He plunged in one shot to the hilt, it was a good thing she was holding the shelf as she was not prepared for that.

Umm, not that I want you to fuck my ass but you know you missed there Tom.

Yes, I am aware, but I am getting myself wet in preparation for the fun I am about to have. he pumped her cunt three times before pulling back out.

Tom pressed his cock up against her sphincter. He looked down and spit on his cock and slid the head into the young woman. As expected, she squirmed and squealed but Tom pressed onward, he had two inches in and six more to go and this hot little slut was going to get all of it. He took his time to work it into her knowing that she claimed that this was her first time but who knows with the kids these days. After a few minutes he had all eight inches up inside her bowels and Lilly was beginning to relax a bit so he picked up the force and pace as they went. Damn girl you have a tight ass! he said to her.

Well I am almost glad you are enjoying it Tom but frankly right now, I wish your dick would fall off.

What? With it all up inside of you? Hahahaha

He grabbed her hips and began fucking the tiny coed's ass as hard as he could. This Bitch will remember me he thought to himself as the onslaught continued, Lilly was getting into it.

Oh My God Tom, I never knew it could be like this, fuck my ass, fuck me faster, faster Tom! FUCK MY ASS!

And he did for all he was worth as he felt his orgasm rising, he pumped her ass and began to cum deep in her ass and partway through her told her to kneel again and once more he used her sweet mouth. He grabbed her by the back of the head only this time he was determined to fuck her throat. He pulled her deeper and she gagged. He was not sure if it was due to him shoving his cock partway down her throat or she was gaging because she was tasting herself on his cock in this ass to mouth fuck she was receiving. Tom didn't really care. He pulled her back onto his cock and this time thrust his hips forward getting almost all of him in this time, he let her back up but not off before thrusting again. This time his cock was fully in the girl's mouth and throat and he just held her there as he pumped his cum directly down her throat. He saved the last little bit for her mouth thinking that might almost cover the taste she may have been gaging on but again he was not overly concerned with that. He reached down between his balls and pulled the last of his cum out of his cock into her mouth before removing his now shrinking member. Show me SLUT!

Lilly looked up at him, tears and mascara running down her face. Oddly however she was smiling and she slowly revealed his cum puddle on her tongue. She began playing with it for him on her own. Come on Daddy, tell me, tell me Daddy. Tom could not believe his ears, this little girl enjoyed being used hard.

SWALLOW BITCH! He commanded. She did and then began licking the excess cum off her lips and eating it. Daddy, can I call you Daddy Tom?

Sure, I like that.

That was the most amazing sex I have ever had Daddy. I have never been taken and used like that before, it was amazing! I will make sure that my other job at the shoe store knows that I will no longer be available for work on Friday evenings. If that's ok with you Daddy.

Come here and give your Daddy a kiss. As they kissed and embraced Daddy enjoyed groping his new little slut's ass and thinking of the fun that was ahead of him with Sweet Little Lilly.

Hooked Up with Two College Friends

 

 

 

 

 

Hello Friends, this is my college days story. The incident happened when I was doing my MBA from Symbiosis College, Pune. As I was good at both studies and sports. So, I gained a lot of traction among the female students.

This story is of Fatima Khan & Asma Shaikh. Both of them are doing their MBA, but in a different stream from mine. They were doing an MBA in Hotel Management, while I was doing an MBA in Finance.

Fatima was short, around 5.3", and lean with the most mesmerising eyes. She had a natural bitch face and always with a heavy makeup and lipstick. She had palm-sized boobs around 34 B with sharp cleavage. Her bum was average but curvaceous. Fatima often wore snug leggings and seductive crochets showcasing her curves.

I had hots for Fatima from the starting, specially after I saw her give a handjob to Irshad in the empty classroom after college hours. She gave him a handjob and when his cum blew on her hand she licked her hand with her whole tongue out. From that day I was more interested in fucking her.

Fatima has a boyfriend named Irshad, and she usually hangs out with him or her best friend, Asma, who is a fun-loving bimbo and a chain smoker. Asma is slightly darker than Fatima, but she has appealing curves and a somewhat stocky build. Both girls are originally from Hyderabad and are currently roommates in a rented place close to their college in Pune. Fatima's family is affluent, while Asma's is more middle-class.

While Fatima's boyfriend Irshad had dropped out of college and was known for his hashish use, he worked as a bartender in a small pub. He often flaunted his relationship with Fatima, feeling like royalty and acting as if he were wealthy, especially when trying to impress college girls. He would even drool on other girls when Fatima wasn't around.

One Friday night, around 11.30 pm, while going home from a mall, there was a rainstorm, and it started raining slightly, so I stopped near the corner of my college under a tree. It was a quiet night, all the nearby shops were closed, and it was dark all around. I lit my joint and was sitting on my Thunderbird, enjoying my smoke. In an unexpected moment, a whisper from behind jolted me. I turned and saw Asma leaning against my bike. She was wearing a shirt and tiny shorts. Her cleavage was visible to her nipples.

• Asma: Jitu, I need a puff.

• Me: Knock yourself out.

I gave her the joint. Asma took a huge puff. Her colossal boobs swayed in the process. Her smoky cologne was in the air. Seeing her eyes, it appeared that she was quite drunk.

Asma's boobs were jiggling every time she took a puff. I scanned her thighs inside out. She had 3 nose rings and a scorpion tattoo stretching from the chin to the nipple.

• Asma: How come you are here today?

• Me: Stopped on the way home for a smoke

• Asma: Looking at my bike, is it yours?

• Me: Yeah, I got a bike. So it is easy to roam.

• Asma: Oh, that's a fine ride

• Me: Can you ride?

• Asma: Yeah. But not the bike!

• Me: Hahaha, you are a handful.

• Asma: Nooo, I am just drunk af

• Me: Too much partying?

• Asma: Yeah, Fatima invited Irshad over. We have been boozing since 6 pm.

• Me: Is it over?

• Asma: Nah. Fatima is probably bouncing the brains out of Irshad's weeny. (She did the humping gesture. Her tits jiggled).

• Me: Hahaha, you didn't join them?

• Asma: Eww, I got some standards.

• Me: I can see that clearly (I gestured at her cleavage and laughed)

• Asma: You don't think I am hot? (Asma pouted her lips and squeezed her tits.)

• Me: Well, you are hot, no doubt.

Asma stepped close to me and sat on my bike with one leg on either side. The leather screeched as her butt slid over. I could see her thighs in her panties. She was flashing her cleavage at me. I was getting a boner as she was a busty one and had boobs the size of Fatima's ass.

• Asma: So, is there a girl whom you fuck?

• Me: Why do you want to know about it?

• Asma: Aww, seems like you are still a virgin? (saying so, she slid and moved a little closer to me. She smelled of whiskey.)

• Me: Well, I am not a virgin.

• Asma: Come on, babes, then what's there to hide about girlfriend

• Me: Okay, I had a gf, but we broke up and now I am single.

• Asma: Didn't your lil brother support you, or is it small to satisfy her

• Me: it is huge and strong enough to satisfy her and you together

• Asma: Ohh, let me see, baby (Saying so, she bent ahead to see my boner in jeans).

• Asma: Aw, you got hard stuff going down there, hahaha.

• Me: Well, you are a tempting view.

• Asma: Were you ogling at me all this time? You perv!

• Me: Not really, but how can I not see such massive and luscious jugs?

• Asma: Haw, you loser.

She hit me playfully. I chuckled and went back to smoking. Asma was now feeling ignored and started rubbing her body for warmth.

• Me: Don't you want to go back?

• Asma: Fatima will be coming here in a bit. I don't think Irshad can take that nymph for long. (My ears were seduced by hearing this. Fatima was also going to be there.)

• Me: Poor Irshad.

• Asma: Do you have to go somewhere?

• Me: Well, not really. It's a Friday. I will smoke the last cigarette of my packet and then probably go home.

• Asma: Oh, I've got a lot of smokes with me. (Asma showed me her cigarette pack.)

• Asma: You got lighter in your pants? Or just the boner, hahaha?

I almost choked on that comment. I had heard rumours of Asma getting caught masturbating on the basin sink in the college washroom. Her little purple vibrator was a famous relic in our college. Asma was really high and easy, I thought to myself, "Well, maybe I wouldn't have to jerk off in my sock tonight, lol." I just took a chance and replied to her,

Me: Well, you can find out the lighter from my pocket and check me out?

Asma took a pause and looked sideways. All the shops had shut down, and only one vendor was selling tea at a distance. Asma then ran her hand over the pocket of my jeans and then slowly slowly she moved her hand on my dick area. she then put her one hand in my pocket took the lighter from it and again roamed her hand on my dick. I could feel her hands grabbing my dick and rubbing it over my jeans.

• Asma: It feels long and thick there

• Me: It's too hot for you to handle, baby.

• Asma: I will decide that after seeing it.

• Me: Then what are you waiting for?

• Asma: Have the guts to show it to me now, here on the roadside

• Me: Well, if you are going to blow me off, I will.

• Asma: First, dare to remove your plane from the port.

• Me : ( I looked around, but it was dark all around with no one to bother at around 12.30 am, so taking the risk, I said to her) go ahead, babe, who's stopping you?

Hearing my answer, Asma looked around and, taking a smoke in her mouth, she slowly removed the chain of my jeans. she then managed to pull out my dick, seeing my dick, her eyes rolled. Asma hesitantly moved her hand around my cock while looking in the other directions as if checking if anyone is watching us. She slowly touched my hard cock and grabbed it after a few seconds.

Suddenly, she threw the cigarette and jumped off the bike, and came between my legs. She forced her tongue into my mouth and started swirling it. Her crotch was against mine, and she was writhing in rhythm. However, she was drunk. So her eyes were barely open. She was cutely kissing me while her hand was still on my bare dick. I gently withdrew my mouth and whispered in her ear.

• Me: Hey bitch, my cock ain't going to cum by itself, And I mauled her ass with my nails.

• Asma: Ah, you sick pervert.

• Me: Am I too much for you? There are rumours that you can make a horse cum merely with her tits, haha.

• Asma: Oh, I don't think you will reach my tits, my lips shall be your endgame.

• Me: Why don't you blow me then?

Asma was going to pass out any moment. Her head was juggling. So I just wished to get my load off before that. I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down on her knees. And I sat comfortably on my bike seat.

• Asma: Ah, you animal. Do my assignments, and I will tattoo your name on my tit, hahaha.

She unbuckled my denim and got my cock out completely, Her hands felt chilly, she slowly started to stroke my cock back and forth and then took her face near my dick. I could feel her warm breath on my cock.

Asma stretched out her tongue and circled my cock tip, She kept sucking the tip of my cock like a pro, finally after a minute, she looked up at my face and said, "Its fun to suck a uncut Hindu dick."

I had an average-sized cock of around 6inches but I could control myself a lot and last long.

Asma spat on my cock and licked me. She gave me a death star while she took my tip inside her mouth. Asma was smiling devilishly while sucking. I couldn't hold the tease any longer. I pushed my hands in her t-shirt and grabbed her boobs and started fondling them. While I placed my another hand behind her head and pushed my cock deep in her mouth. Asma's eyes popped. I started pushing her head on my dick. I could feel her tongue going down slowly and her eyes shrinking with each thrust.

I was very close to cumming. But I held on to nutting. The bitch had me going fast. I got off the bike. Lowered my pant a bit more and started to face fucking Asma. Her hands had given up. Her grip on my legs was weaker. She was going to pass out. So I Said "Come on, Asma, you can do better", I started pushing her head on my dick. I could feel her tongue going down slowly and her eyes shrinking with each thrust. With a final powerful push, I filled her mouth completely with my hot cum. I was feeling awesome as i first time got a blowjob in open on roadside.

Same time, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I got frightened. My hip froze, and my fluids were oozing out of her. I turned around to see who tapped me, it was Fatima.

God knows how long she was sneaking on us. Asma was now motionless, still sitting between my legs. I looked at Fatima, but was speechless. My cock was still hard inside Asma's mouth.

• Fatima: Hey, Mister.

• Me: Wtf! What are you doing here?

• Fatima: Umm, I think you have something around your cock and that's my friend.

• Me: I think she found something worthwhile to do. (I said in a funny tone)

• Fatima: Don't be so cocky.

Meanwhile, Asma almost fell to the ground. Her mouth was leaking spit and other oozes. Her boob popped out of her T-shirt and cock open out of my jeans. Seeing my position I covered my penis and buckled my Jeans. meanwhile, Fatima stole a glance at my dick and then she bent to cover Asma's Boobs and looking at me said, Help me get her on her feet.

I held Asma by the waist and tried to lift the heavy-ass girl. While lifting her I placed on her stomach and tried to touch her boobs. Fatima had a sarcastic face and her stony eyes, giving me the bitch-stare. She had an evil half-smile on her face.

• Fatima: Had fun, Jitu?

• Me: Just a bit.

• Fatima: Sure, your flagpole says it. (she said looking at my dick.)

• Me: You can't blame my cock to salute a busty tramp.

• Fatima: Shove your boner in your ass. And she laughed aloud

• Me: Your friend here was dying to taste my sausage.

• Fatima: Uh-huh. Get over yourself. With a bottle of vodka, Asma could blow a corpse.

• Me: Ouch.

• Fatima: Anyways, now, help me walk her into our apartment.

She pointed towards an apartment just 100 feet away. North Residency, it said. I lifted Asma and put her hand over my shoulder. Fatima did the same with the other hand. I could smell whiskey even from Fatima. I wanted to try my luck on her, I thought that Irshad might have left her place after their encounter. Hence, While walking I tried to touch Fatima's ass, but she was not too high and may be felt my fingers on her ass. She gave me a scared look but said nothing, But I was a bit scared to make any move, I quickly removed my hand from her ass.

We slowly walked, grabbing Asma, who was only half awake and hardly able to walk on her feet. But there was an awkward silence. I tried to break the ice,

• Me: Is that Irshad's hoodie? (Fatima was a bit surprised by my question.)

• Fatima: No, why would it be?

• Me: Well, Asma did mention your little bouncy adventure tonight with Irshad.

• Fatima: The slut can't keep her mouth shut. (She spanked Asma hard on ass while we were still dragging her home).

• Asma: Ouch!

We reached the building gate. I looked around, but the society seemed quiet calm with no person around in the parking area or any security at the gate.

• Fatima: Come, finish what you started.

• Me: What?

• Fatima: I mean, help me get her in bed.

• Me: Phew!

• Fatima: What was that?

• Me: Disappointment.

• Fatima: Didn't you cum in her mouth already?

• Me: I was barely there. She is a terrible sucker.

• Fatima: Haw! How dare you?

• Me: Well I am saying the Truth and then I pointed my finger towards my already erect cock.

• Fatima: Seriously, it's erected again that too, so fast?

We came near the lift. Fatima pressed the button, and we entered. She pressed 6. I pushed Asma's big butt to lean on the elevator wall. Fatima saw that.

• Asma: Ahh...

• Fatima: Careful there, hahaha.

• Me: It's such spankable ass

• Fatima: Is it? Let me see.

• Fatima bent Asma a little and spanked that fat ass really hard. I was amused.

• Asma: Daddy!

• Fatima: You bitch.

• Me: Nah, my turn

• I rubbed my palms and landed a powerful spank on Asma's buttocks. It wiggled.

• Asma: Ah, Jitu.

Fatima giggled and spanked her again. Asma passed out as we reached the 6th floor. We got out. I dragged Asma while Fatima looked for the keys. Fatima opened the door, and we stepped in.

The apartment smelled of smoke. Fairy lights twinkled. A large stack of cigarettes and crushed beer cans lay on the floor. But, the highlight was drunk Irshad, who had passed out on the couch with his shirt unhooked till his man-boobs. His pants were half-pulled up, the buckle undone. There was a used condom near the sofa corner. Irshad was snoring heavily. His belly went up and down, with half a dozen hickeys on his neck.

Looking at me, Fatima said,: You can give him a lap dance if you want. But first, can you lift that bitch till her room?

I caught Asma's luscious waist and dragged her to the bedroom. I left Asma on her bed. Fatima lifted her legs onto the bed. Asma was still chuckling. I looked around and found Brassieres lying around, and there was a half-bottle of vodka kept on the study table.

I turned around to leave. Before I could turn, I heard the door shut. I swiftly turned around to see Fatima viciously push the door with her leg, and looking at me, said "let us have a drink," and without waiting for my answer, she quickly made 2 nits of whiskey and handed one to me and sat on the bed next to Asma.

As I took the glass from her hand, Fatima asked to gulp it from top to bottom. I did as instructed. Once our glasses were empty, she put the vodka bottle directly to her lips and started drinking from it. Looking at her drink like an animal, I lit a smoke, and she instantly asked me for a puff.

While dragging a puff from the cigarette, Her skinny hand caressed her neck and then She was touching her left boob.

• Fatima: You really don't want to finish what you started, honey?

• Me: "What?" (I asked in a surprised tone.)

• Fatima whispered: Jitu, I am completely naked under this sweatshirt.

• Me: I think we shouldn't do it on impulse. You are drunk, so you are not thinking straight right now.

• Fatima: I might be drunk, but I am fully aware of my actions.

• Me: Well, your boyfriend is also here in the apartment.

• Faitma: Looks like your pole doesn't have enough power to bang me.

• Me: I am worried. What if they both wake up to your loud moans caused by my hard pole?

• Fatima: Don't matter, we are all adults, dude, chill.

• Me: Fine, do whatever you want. If this causes any bad consequences, I will not take any responsibility.

• Fatima: Yeah, whatever!

Saying that she pulled me towards her, and then she gently lifted her sweatshirt. Uff, I could see a fleshy pinkish pussy, Her pussy was shaved. She had the perfect waist with cute love handles.

She pulled me closer to her and unbuckled my denim, I stood staring directly into her stoner eyes. I pushed my denim and my jockey in one go to my knees. My cock sprung out in a jiffy. I shook my hips a little, and my cock wiggled with it. Fatima pounced at me and grabbed my cock. She stood on her heels and reached my lips. And in a second, pounded her tongue inside my mouth. My lips felt her wet lip piercings. Fatima was stroking my cock with full throttle. Our tongues fought for supremacy in each other's mouths as our saliva mixed, and our lips enjoyed the company of each other.

I moaned a bit in her ears, It probably aroused her more. She started massaging my balls. Her other hand was on my chest. Pinching my nipples over my t-shirt. It was happening so fast that my hands were resting on her butt cheeks. Fatima was convulsing in full passion.

I took control of the situation and grabbed her peaches firmly. She let out a hum. I cupped her butt hard and picked her up in the air. Fatima swiftly locked her legs around me. She was still deeply kissing me. Her eyes closed.

I spanked her butt once. Twice. 3 times...4...5

• Fatima squealed: Ouch, easy tiger.

• Me: What's the fun in that, be adventurous, babe?

• Fatima: You like kinky? I will give you kinky.

• Me: Yes my slut.

• Fatima: Be my Guest, baby, and enjoy.

Fatima pulled herself back and got on her feet. She climbed up, back on the bed next to Asma, who was still mumbling in sleep. Fatima squatted on Asma's face and took off her hoodie. The sight was flawless.

Asma woke up and snorted. She made weird sounds. Fatima was now completely naked. Her perfect hourglass of a figure was shining in the dim light. She had at least 3 tattoos on her luscious skin. And hiccups were in abundance, too. Her boobs were big for her torso.

• Asma: Umm, is that you, Fatima?

• Fatima: Shut up and lick me you whore.

• Asma: Aah, tasty...

• Fatima: Want to do it on Asma?

I couldn't control my body anymore. I got rid of my pants and removed my underpants and threw them on the bed, and climbed onto the bed. I grabbed Fatima's left boob and started sucking her tits. Fatima writhed in ecstasy as I sucked her plump nipple for a minute.

Fatima: Give something to my right boob too.

I pinched her right nipple with my hand. Fatima convulsed into an arch back. She was moaning in passion.

• Fatima: Ahh, Jitu. Uff, please don't let go.

• Me: You are making me go crazy, Fatima.

• Fatima: Uff, say my name, Jitu.

• Me: I am going to feed on you, Fatima.

• Fatima: Omg, you bull, suck them harder.

I bit her nipple, and she screamed in pain. I kept on playing with her boobs for sometime, while was rubbing her pussy on Asma's mouth. While I was fondling her boobs, She slapped Asma's ass couple of times. Finally, Fatima pushed me back and made me sit on the bed next to Asma's face.

Fatima: Wake up slut, wake up, She said in her ears while slapping her hard on face.

Fatima then asked me to keep both my legs on either side of Asma My cock was now perfectly between Asma's face. My balls were touching her lips. Asma opened her eyes, and my cock flashed in front of her eyes. But I knew she was still high, but was eager to have fun in a drunken state.

Asma picked up what she had left an hour ago. She was nibbling on my cock. Fatima got down from the bed and sat on Asma's forehead, facing me. Asma was doing magic with her juicy lips and tongue.

While Fatima wildly attacked my chest with her teeth and started chewing on my nipples, she sucked my nipple and in between kissed me on my face and neck.

• Me: Ahh, you sluts.

• Fatima: I thought you liked kink. Now cum fast in her mouth. I want her to wake up with your cum in her mouth.

I started stroking my cock in Asma's mouth. Fatima seduced me with her dirty talk.

Come on, baby, fill this bitch. Cum for me, hon. Stroke harder, you perv, Fatima said, trying to seduce me with her dirty talk. I also felt good and started stroking my cock in Asma's mouth faster.

Me: Aah, Fatima, I am cumming.

With a swift move, Fatima slapped Asma and pulled open her mouth. With a loud moan, I shot my thick cum into Asma's mouth. It was a huge load. She almost choked on her. Fatima started licking my cum from Asma's lips. She gave a passionate smooch to Asma and said to me, "You have got so much semen, it is really thick and tasty."

Fatima now had a cum-moustache. I could not resist what I was seeing. So despite getting nutted, I continued stroking my cock furiously to get it hard again.

• Fatima: Want some help, you loser?

• Me: Suck me, bitch.

• Fatima: First, lick me well.

I instantly lifted Fatima and made her sleep on Asma. I forcefully parted her legs, I swiftly went down on her and started circling my tongue around her pussy. She quenched her legs. My tongue was exploring the upper portion of her cunt. I gently inserted my index finger in her pussy too. Now, my tongue and finger were both soaked inside her. My tongue unfurled each layer of her pussy and started tickling the inner top of the hole. She was going mad. I started caressing the skin around her pussy region with my finger.

• Fatima: Fuck, how'd you do it?

• Me: experience baby.

• Fatima: Jitu, don't slow down.

I went back to sucking her. Before I could insert another finger, Fatima kicked her feet harder around me. She grabbed my hair and squirted hard. I turned my head as she sprayed her juice all over her belly and Asma's shirt. Fatima was panting with her eyes closed and smiling dizzily. Fatima crawled on Asma's face, breathing heavily.

• Fatima: Ah, you are so wild, honey, she said in an exhausted tone.

• Me: Still, you haven't had me inside you, baby!

• Fatima: Ahh, saying as if yours gonna get erect again.

• Me: Suck me baby, and you can see the magic yourself.

• Fatima: Holy Shit, did you take Viagra or something? How come your dick will get hard so soon?

• Me: Just shut up you bitch and suck me like a slut.

• Fatima: Gosh, you are just like an animal in heat.

She then reached out to my cock. She first licked the tip of my cock, Then she licked the bottom of the shaft and moved upwards. After that, she put the cock in her mouth and started sucking on it while playing with my balls. She started slurping my cock and tingling my balls, she started stroking it rough and faster. It was all tongue and lips and no teeth. She was moaning as she sucked me. After a while of sucking, I was as hard as a rock again, she gets up and whispers in my ear, "Use me like your bitch."

• Me: Do you have a condom?

• Fatima: Such a wiener. It must be in my hoodie.

• Me: What the fuck? Always prepared, huh?

• Fatima: Well, it was Irshad's hoodie, so the compliment goes to him.

I got hold of the hoodie. It was a sealed box. Damn, it's an effort to open that. So I tossed it to Fatima. She started digging her teeth into it. She quickly slid the condom on my cock. The condom was thin and ribbed.

Asma was now a bit awake and conscious with my cum all over her face. She cleaned her face with her t-shirt lying on the bed and, looking at Fatima, said:

• Asma: You slut, you stole my cock.

• Fatima: His dick is mine for now, You can have him later.

• Asma: I made him hard first, i will have that uncut dick first.

• Fatima: But I made him wild again and again with my kinky ideas, you slut.

• Asma: You have a boyfriend.

• Fatima: He is sleeping dead and you too Fuck off and sleep, while i enjoy my first uncut dick

Want to try something thrilling and more kinky baby, I asked Fatima, slapping hard on her ass.

Fatima nodded, "YES"

I picked up Fatima in my arms and got her out of bed. I took Fatima to the living room, where Irshad had passed out. I leaned her against the apartment door. I spread her hands on either side of the peephole. I spanked her ass and parted her legs.

Fatima: Ah, Jitu. You made me weak, ahhhh.

Fatima's leg was shivering. I parted her wider. I went down on her and spat hard and thick on her cunt hole.

Fatima: Take me closer to Irshad.

I lifted her in the same position and shifted a couple of steps towards the left. She lifted her one leg and kept it between Irshad's legs.

Uff, It was the best kinky thing of mine to fuck a girl in front of her boyfriend. Irshad was snoring like hell. I lowered my body and placed my cock on her pussy.

She was dripping wet, and my 3 fingers easily slipped in her. I cupped her shoulders from behind. She was breathing heavily. Suddenly she stopped, and with one jerk, she twerked her ass and gave me a better opening. With full force, I thrust my cock deep into her. It went in easily and deeply. Fatima's heels raised, as I stroked my cock in and out, Both her legs were shivering.

• Me: Do you like it, bitch?

• Fatima: I can feel you fully, more than Irshad.

• Me: Sounds perfect, baby, you bimbo.

• Fatima: Okay, let us check how many times you can bang me, honey.

With that, I started pounding her hard. Every time my crotch hit her buttocks, I felt her warmth. Fatima's body used to stretch on her heels with every jerk. Fatima was keeping a count of my shots.

Thump thump thump

Phach phach phach.

...21...22...23...24.

I held her thighs from behind and lifted them sideways. My cock slipped further inside her cunt. She writhed, then grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it. Her moans were inaudible due to the pillow.

• Fatima: Oh, don't slow down, lift me, fuck me, kill me.

• Me: yes my slut, I am going to fuck you till a century

• Fatima: Are you... seriously? Can you last a 50?

• Me: Why don't we find out?

I grabbed her wildly by her waist and leaned her over Irshad. She was now bent in a standing position. Her hair was brushing Irshad's face. I could clearly see her asshole. I parted her wide and lifted her one leg.

Without a delay, I started pumping her pussy again. Being a petite, she was easy to manoeuvre and fuck. I was biting and sucking her neck from behind. My speed was increasing with every shot, and my feelings were that it should keep going on. Nobody should come between us and stop this moment. The enjoyment and excitement were clearly visible on her face.

Fatima: Ahh, I feel so weak.

Me: 51...52...53

Fatima: Don't stop, speed up, Jitu, I want to cum like thunder.

Me: No problem there, bitch.

For the grand finale, I gently lifted her and carefully placed her on the floor, positioning her comfortably on her back. Fatima was mesmerised and probing my eyes with hers.

• Fatima: Hon, are you interested in my ass?

• Me: Can you take it??

• Fatima: Shut up. I lost anal virginity way before my pussy was deflowered.

• Me: That's so hot. I love tight caves.

• Fatima: Here, let me warm you up a bit.

She turned around, spat hard on her palm and started massaging my cock.

• Fatima: Come on, honey, plough me hard.

• Me: Say my name, you slut.

• Fatima: Fuck my ass, Jitu, fuck me relentlessly.

I lifted both her legs and drew near her. I placed her soft and tattooed legs on my shoulder and cupped her boobs real hard. And with a slow push, I gently entered her butthole. Her ass was firm and round.

Ah, I slid in smoothly. Her asshole was squeezing me.

Fatima: Yes, that's it, baby, come on.

My hips started moving to and fro. Slowly I started thumping her ass with my crotch. Fatima was vibrating with every thump. Her boobs were also moving up and down, and her whole body was in complete control of my strokes

"Jitu, harder, I'm your bitch, fuck me harder," Fatima said.

Me: Ah, Fatima, why didn't we start with this? I love this cave better. I am going crazy, you goth whore. I want you more.

Fatima: Just keep pushing, ahh...

My thrusts were getting weaker with every shove. I was almost going to cum. I squeezed Fatima's tits and leaned closer to her. I bit her lip.

Fatima: 81...82...

Me: Baby, I cannot hold any longer.

Fatima: Cum inside me, fill me, come on, my ass wants you.

Fatima started scratching my back wildly with her nails as I pushed it harder in her ass, With a final blow, I gave an ecstatic cumshot in her ass. "I shouted: Ah, Fatima!" And we both collapsed on the couch, too exhausted.

Irshad's eyes opened for a moment because of my loud moan, but he was too drunk to understand what was going on. He just looked around and slept again. But Fatima got scared and, leaning towards me, she said:

• Fatima: It's 4 am, get going before Irshad wakes up, please.

• Me: "I hope you like it." I asked.

• Fatima: "I loved it." Irshad never made me feel so wild or last so long.

• Me: I hope you are satisfied, baby.

• Fatima: Yeah, dude, all my cravings are satisfied." But now, please get going, or else my relationship might end. (She said, looking at Irshad.)

• Me- ohh I thought you would suck me in front of him in morning when gets up. (I said jokingly)

• Fatima: Get out of here, you man-whore with kinky thoughts.

So, I got up and went inside her bedroom, and went to the loo. when I came out of the washroom, Fatima was standing in the bedroom, completely naked, with a lit cigarette in her hand.

After getting dressed up completely, I reached the main door. Fatima also followed me to the door. As I was about to move out of her apartment, I went up to her lips and held her lips inside my mouth. I started sucking it hard and sucked and bit her tongue. She was equally receptive to the kiss. She was also sucking was mouth. She then moved behind, looked at Irshad, and then, leaning toward my ears, said, "We will do it again and complete your double century next time, but for now, keep it a secret and please don't let anyone know about it." I just kissed on her lips, and spanked her butt very hard and left the room with a smiling face.

Coworker's Toilet (Sarah's Toilet Again) by Slave Fart

 

The whole reason I wrote this is because sometimes it’s just that simple. Sometimes you’re just a toilet and it’s not even special. Sometimes, you just catch and eat a turd and you are, quite literally, a toilet. 

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I want to forget it. I wanted to just forget about being Sarah’s toilet but the truth was I kind of liked it. I hate that I did........

I got home tonight and told Monica about my day and then I heard a laugh I’ve heard before.

Sarah was on our couch drinking beer and Monica was smiling.

Monica said, laughing the whole time, “So what if your day was hard, but could be better?”

“Please...,” it was all I could say.

“Unless it’s please use my mouth as your toilet, I don’t think it’s going to work,” Sarah was crying and laughing.

I went to the bedroom and took off all my clothes.

As I put myself in the toilet box I saw all the revisions we made for the last user. Metal reinforcements and I was reminded again about how pathetic I was.

Sarah came in and said nothing, pulling down her skintight black yoga pants. Her huge ass hung there for a second and she laughed.

“It’s going to stink, I bet.”

She sat down and I saw her asshole move, but nothing happened.

As I sat there I thought about how she saw me at work, someone who had already eaten her shit once. But one time is one thing. Eating shit twice was something different. This can’t be misconstrued as an accident.

There were no farts, just a huge, massive, disgusting turd the size and consistency of a banana that pushed out.

I want to tell you I spit it out. But I ate it.

“There. Now it’s official, toilet.”

And she walked out. I hate myself.

Heidi 02 - Underwear Shopping

 

 

 

 

 

UNDERWEAR SHOPPING

Heidi paused on the pavement outside. She'd never been to a specialist underwear shop before, and wasn't entirely sure what to expect.

A collection of three unplanned events had brought her here this evening. An opportunity to wander around shops in a strange town, on a weekday morning, afforded by the late start of her three-day work conference. Catching sight of a very unusual dress in a second-hand shop window, and buying it on impulse. And now, on the second evening of her conference there was late-night shopping organised in the town in the run-up to Christmas. An event in which this particular shop was apparently partaking.

She chewed her lip. She supposed for men, fancy underwear might be a go-to gift for their lover at Christmas. In which case, of course, it was entirely foreseeable the shop would be open this evening. She peered through the window. Happily there were no men in sight, the shop appeared quite empty. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

As she stepped into the warm, and the door closed to shut out the cold bustle of the street, she was greeted by gentle music, a soft carpet, and the fragrance of sweet flowers. She stood on the doormat and looked around her. Hanging rails carried rows of exquisite looking finery, whilst the walls were decorated with pictures in soft focus of women wearing exotic matching sets of... she frowned... actually not very much.

A mature woman with a warm smile and a tape measure hanging round her neck appeared from a doorway. "Good evening, Ma'am," she said, "and welcome to Judy's Intimates."

Heidi wrinkled her nose. "Oh, please don't call me Ma'am, it makes me sound like a brothel keeper." She grinned. "I'm called Heidi."

The woman nodded. "I'm Judy. Now... how can I best help you, Heidi?" She raised her eyebrows. "If you know the kind of thing you're looking for I can help you find it... or I could just leave you alone to browse?"

Heidi took a deep breath. "I think I do need some help." She chewed her lip. "I've just bought a dress, quite unlike anything I've ever owned before, and I need to find things to wear under it." She pulled at her lip. "Only I have no idea where to start."

Judy nodded. "I can help you with that, I've got all sorts of things here. Why don't you tell me about the dress?"

"Well," Heidi scratched her head, "I suppose it's meant to be a wedding dress. It's not new, or anything like... in fact it's probably decades old. It's got a tight bodice and massive skirts. Ivory coloured..." she frowned, "... and I think it's made of slub silk."

"Ooh," Judy's eyes twinkled, "well if it's an ivory silk wedding dress we could continue that theme," she reached out, picked a hanger from a nearby rack and held up a soft silk bra edged with lace. "I've got various styles of knickers to go with this... what do you think?"

"Ye-ah." It was a beautifully delicate garment but... Heidi frowned. "It's quite plain isn't it?"

Judy placed it back on the rail and pulled something else out instead. Another delicate frippery but this time the cups overlaid with lace and with contrasting bows in the centre and where each strap joined the cup. "Is this more like it?"

Heidi nodded. "Yeah, that's more the sort of thing, it's to go with quite an ornate dress."

Judy smiled. "Would you like to try it on? What size bra do you wear?"

"Ah," Heidi picked at her lip. "That's a good question. I've always worn a 36C, but these days I can't seem to find a style that fits properly. I keep spilling out the sides."

Judy chuckled. "That means your cup size is too small." She pursed her lips and looked at Heidi's chest. "I'm thinking you're more of a DD, maybe even an E." She pushed a couple of hangers along the rail and picked out another, holding it up. "Why don't you try this one?"

Heidi held the hanger in one hand and fingered the fabric of the bra with the other. It was soft and smooth, but the cups seemed to be quite large. She frowned, and looked up at Judy.

"I know what you're thinking," Judy licked her lips, "there's a whole lot more to it than you're used to?"

Heidi nodded.

"For us more ample ladies, to be properly comfortable and supported, we need a garment with enough substance to do the job." Judy grinned. "Try it on... you might be surprised."

It seemed the logical thing, so Heidi went behind the curtain of the fitting room and pulled off her blouse and bra. She did the new bra up around herself, put her arms through the straps, and hoisted them onto her shoulders. Finally she leaned forward to arrange her boobs in the cups.

"How are you getting on?" Judy's voice came from the other side of the curtain.

Heidi looked at herself in the long mirror. Contrary to what she expected, there wasn't a frumpy looking woman in a big bra... there was a nicely rounded pair of boobs looking perky in a lacy silk bra, and with impressive cleavage. She put her hands on her hips and turned from side to side. Whichever way she turned, the look was good. A big smile came to her face. "Hey, Judy," she called, "come and look at this."

Judy looked around the edge of the curtain. "Lift your arms up a little... and turn around for me." She scratched her chin as Heidi twirled round. "I reckon that's perfect... no sign of bulging out anywhere now."

Heidi put her hands on her hips. "I've never had a bra as good as this." She watched herself in the mirror as she turned from side to side again. "I'm obviously going to have it... in fact I'm going to wear it now. My old one can go straight in the bin." She chewed her lip. "But I'm not sure it's right to go under the dress."

Judy pursed her lips. "Okay, so are we looking for something less everyday than a bra and knickers?" She half closed one eye as she pondered. "A basque, perhaps?"

Heidi nodded. "Yeah." She ran her hands up and down her sides. "That's the sort of thing that encases my middle isn't it?" She noticed a pair of lacy knickers on a hanger in Judy's hand. "Ooh..." she pointed at the hanger "... do those go with this bra?"

"Yes," Judy nodded. "They're Brazilian style - silk front, and lace back. I always think they look so lovely when they're on."

Heidi nodded. "I'll have them too... more than one pair if you've got them." She frowned. "But I think you might be right about a basque to go under the dress."

Judy sucked her cheeks in. "Seeing as you like that bra..." She disappeared for a few moments, and came back holding another hanger. "How about this?"

Heidi looked. It was a quite beautiful item. A basque made of ivory silk with sufficient reinforcement to give it a classic hourglass shape even on the hanger. The cups were overlaid with lace which extended down the centre front to a slight point at the bottom edge. It was finished with contrasting bows, and with suspender straps dangling. She reached out to hold it, and found the same soft smooth feel as her new bra. It was clearly exquisite, and would surely be sumptuous to wear.

Judy waited a moment before she spoke. Her voice was soft. "It's the same style as the bra you're wearing, so the same knickers would match it. I've got lace top stockings in a similar shade too... or you could detach the suspender straps if you prefer?"

Heidi took a deep breath. "It's quite beautiful." She frowned. "But the dress is very ornate, and I suppose I was hoping to find something more... I don't know...". She chewed her lip.

Judy narrowed her eyes. "I don't suppose you've got a picture of the dress?"

Heidi sniffed. "No, stupid of me isn't it? I only bought it yesterday. It's got embroidered flowers all over the bodice and leading down onto the top of the skirt. Red and white flowers, with shaded green leaves. I've never seen anything else like it." Her eyes shifted into soft focus as she visualised it. "I wasn't looking for a dress. I just saw it, quite by chance, in a secondhand shop just round the corner from here."

Judy gasped. "Wait..." she licked her lips, "... not in Simon's junk shop?"

Heidi shook her head. "I don't know. It was literally just around the corner from here. A shop full of house clearance stuff I think."

Judy's eyes blazed. "Nineteen eighties style, massive skirts, off-the-shoulder design with lace sleeves."

Heidi's mouth dropped open. "You've seen it?"

Judy sighed. "He's had it for a while. I've stopped a few times and looked at it in the window. It's quite magnificent isn't it? I've been tempted myself ... but I couldn't think of any occasion I could wear it."

Heidi chuckled. "Well, I can't think of any occasion to wear it either. But I'm only in town for three days, and I just knew I'd never forget it so..." she shrugged, "... I bought it."

"Right!" There was an urgency in Judy's voice now. "I've got just the thing... hang on a sec." She disappeared, and came back moments later with a flat white box. She laid it on a shelf beside the long mirror, lifted the lid, and folded back the tissue paper inside. "This is what I would've worn under that dress."

Heidi's eyes opened wide, and a tingle ran down her spine all the way into her toes.

Judy's face relaxed into a smile. "It's a basque like the other, but this one is Japanese... with hand embroidered white flowers on red silk. And I reckon..." she slipped her manicured fingers under the exquisite garment to lift it gently out of the box. "I reckon the red of this silk is pretty much the same shade as the flowers embroidered on that dress."

Heidi opened her mouth, but her brain wouldn't make any words. She closed her mouth and swallowed. Her heart pounded. She opened her mouth again and her brain finally made a sentence, but her voice came out quiet and high pitched. "That's... that's probably the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Judy licked her lips. "If you like it I can show you matching knickers; and the stockings I would have paired with them." She giggled. "I might even have a pair of shoes to suit."

Heidi sighed. "You do know, don't you? Nothing else will be good enough now." She looked Judy in the eye. "Show me all of it."