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Shameless

By: Uncle Meat



Angie blew by him without stopping; her peck on the cheek almost missed. "Bye, daddy, I'm going out."

Bill looked up. Angie was bopping toward the door dressed in a t-shirt cut off just below her breasts. Her shorts looked uncomfortably tight, and were so short he could see the bottoms of her ass cheeks. 

"Wait a minute," he said. "You need to get dressed first."

She stopped short at the door. "What?"

"You're not going out dressed like that."

Angie rolled her eyes. "Oh, god, I can't believe it. I thought they only argued about that on TV."

"You'd better start believing real quick. You're asking for trouble going out like that."

"I'm just going to hang out with Jenny. Besides, I can take care of myself."

"No, you can't. The first step in knowing how to take care of yourself is not asking for trouble."

"I'm not asking for trouble!" she said.

"You're not even wearing a bra. I can see your nipples under that little thing that's supposed to be a t-shirt. You don't think I know how guys think? You run across one who doesn't know how to take no for an answer, and you're going to be in big trouble."

"I'm just going to hang out with Jenny."

"Is that really what you're doing?"

"Why, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying you don't need to dress like that to hang out with Jenny. What are you really doing?"

"You don't trust me?"

"I can't trust you when you're dressed like that. What can I think except you want to get yourself fucked?"

"You can't talk to me like that."

"You need to be talked to like that. You need to learn a little something about the way the world works."

"Jenny's waiting, and I'm going." Angie started to open the door, but Bill stepped over and grabbed her hand off the door knob. He swung her away from the door and closed it.

"No, I already told you. Not dressed like that." He pulled the deadbolt.

"You bastard."

"I think you really do want to go out and get fucked," Bill said. He shoved her down on the sofa. "What's going on? Are you a shameless little slut, just like your mother was?"

"Daddy!"

"A little too close to the truth for comfort? Is that it? Does being a slut run in the family?"

"No! I haven't done anything!"

He paced in front of her as she cringed. "You know what I think? I think if you want to get fucked, maybe it's better if you just get fucked at home."

Angie's eyes widened. "Daddy... no..."

Bill stood in front of her, looking at her body. "You know, the more I think about it, the more I think it's the right thing to do. If you go out, there's no telling what might happen. If I do it here, you'll learn a lesson, and I know you won't get hurt."

"You can't."

"Don't tell me what I can't do." He grabbed her arm and pulled her up. "Take off those shorts."

"No, you can't do this."

"The hell I can't." He shoved her into the kitchen. "If you won't cooperate, I can work around it."

With a firm grip on Angie's arm, Bill opened a drawer and pulled out a carving knife. "Daddy, no!"

"Quiet down. I'm not going to hurt you." With his body, Bill squeezed her against the cabinets.

She struggled. "Yeah, you little slut, squirm around. I like that." He reached into the waistband of her shorts and pulled out as far as he could. "But you'd better hold still if you don't want to get cut." He slipped the knife under her shorts and slashed downward, away from her body.

Bill stepped back and let the shorts fall away. Angie's hands moved to cover her crotch. "My, oh, my" he said. "No underwear. None at all. You still sticking to your story that you were going to hang out with Jenny?"

Tears welled up in Angie's eyes. "I wasn't going to do anything."

"Maybe you and Jenny were going to fool around with each other. Is that it?"

"No," Angie said, voice low.

"Yeah, I could see it. You and Jenny dyking it out. She's a hot little piece of ass, isn't she."

"I don't know."

Bill grabbed Angie's hands and pulled them away from her crotch. He looked at the patch of dark pubic hair, trimmed around the edges so she could wear her bikini. "Spread your legs," he said.

"Please don't do this," Angie said.

"I don't want to hear any more of this. Tonight's the night you learn what happens when you parade around in front of men like you were doing."

"I promise," she said. "I promise not to dress like this any more."

"No, I don't think you'll learn the lesson unless you suffer the consequences. Spread your feet out."

Sobbing, Angie moved her feet apart. Bill reached down with one hand and and cupped her pussy. She gasped. "Yeah, you little slut. You like that, don't you?" he said.

He slowly worked a finger between her cunt lips. "Feels wet down there," he said. "You wet, little girl? You all excited, thinking about getting fucked?"

"Daddy, please..."

"We're long past that. This is going to happen." Bill slipped the finger in a little deeper. "Yeah, you like it." He pressed more tightly against her body and whispered into her ear. "You don't care who fucks you, do you? You little slut. You just want it. I bet you were all wet before you even put those shorts on."

He finger-fucked her for a few strokes, then removed his finger, raised it to his face, and sniffed. "Nice," he said.

He stepped back and unfastened his pants. "Yeah, some guy's going to be disappointed tonight." Bill lowered his pants and, barefoot, stepped out of them. He gave his already-hard cock a couple quick strokes.

"Here," he said. "You touch it."

Angie looked away, tears streaming down her face. "C'mon, slut, touch it." He grabbed her wrist and moved her hand down to his cock. Timidly, she wrapped her fingers around it. "Yeah, atta girl..."

Bill took a handful of hair with his other hand and kissed her. She turned her head away, and he nibbled on her neck. "Your mother liked that," he said. "I bet you do, too." He nibbled a bit more, then stepped back.

"Okay, little darlin', I've had enough of this. It's time for the main event."

"Daddy, please don't."

"You wouldn't be saying that if you could have hooked up with Little Johnny Two Inch, would you? Now bend over the table."

She stood still, tears streaming down her cheeks. He grabbed her arm and brought her over to the table, then bent her over it. "Spread those feet out, you little slut."

He kicked at her ankles, and she obeyed. He reached around under her ass and felt her pussy. "Yeah, all sloppy wet, just the way I like it. You can't say you don't want it."

Bill moved around behind Angie. He used one hand to position the head of his cock against the opening of her cunt, then grabbed her hips with both hands and plunged in.

"Oh, god, daddy!"

"Yeah, you're getting fucked real good now, aren't you?" Bill said, pounding her with quick, strong thrusts.

"Oh, yes."

"Just like you wanted, right?"

"Even better," she said breathlessly.

"How many guys were you going to fuck tonight? One? Two?"

"Just one."

"Don't lie to me."

"Two."

"What about Jenny?"

"She... We were going to do each other in front of the guys."

"Yeah, just what I thought. You. FUCKING. SLUT." With each word, a stroke. And each stroke more forceful than the one before it.

Angie cried out. "Yeah, you little bitch," Bill said. "Let's hear you cum. Loud." Angie moaned as the orgasm washed over her. Bill gripped her hips, plunged in as hard as he could and threw his head back. "Oh, yeah!" he said. He gave her a few more strokes as their orgasms subsided, then stepped back and looked at her ass. Angie slumped over the table, then fell into a chair.

"See? That's what happens," he said.

She looked up at him, face red and wet from crying. He threw her a hand towel. "Wipe your face off."

Angie took the towel and blotted her face with it.

"Do you still want to go out?" Bill asked.

"I... I don't think I need to go out," she said.

"Go take a shower. Clean off, go to bed."

She nodded, then got up. Bill sat back and watched the subtle sway of her smooth, naked hips as she walked away. He'd join her in the bedroom later and make love to her.

Yeah, Angie was the perfect wife for a man in his mid-forties: 25 years old, looked 18, horny as hell, seriously into role playing, with enough acting talent to put any five Oscar winners to shame.

Next up, maybe abduct her from a parking lot. Take her to a cheap motel, tie her down, and make a day of it.

Shameless



"You're such a slut! You'll take anything to fill up that hungry pussy of yours, won't you?"

Shame flushed my face as I nodded mutely. I knew it was true and I knew it was what he wanted me to admit, but I'd fought for so long to keep my true nature hidden from him. It wasn't until he came home that day and found my whole fist crammed inside myself, my face contorted with indescribable pleasure, that the truth finally came out after four long years of silently pleasuring myself when he was gone to get what I needed. 

I trembled as he grew red with rage, shouting at me about what a lying cunt I was. Our sex life had always been mediocre, but he had seemed pretty satisfied with it. I know I never complained. Sure, inwardly, I wished he would somehow discover my dirty secret, but I never voiced a word of dissatisfaction. Now the cat was out of the bag and it seemed that I was in for it. He would probably divorce me and take the kids. It was my worst nightmare come true. Then I saw something else in his eye, something more akin to lust than anger. He shoved me backward on the bed and I gasped involuntarily.

"OK, bitch, you want that slutty cunt filled up, I'll fill it for you. From this moment on, you're my personal whore. I'm sick of this virtuous shit you've been feeding me. If you ever want to see our kids again, you'll shut the hell up and not fight me. You will perform to meet my every whim, starting right now."

Tears brimmed in my eyes as I nodded silently again. He turned on his heel and left the room. I didn't know what to do. Did he want me to follow him or was I supposed to stay here? It didn't take long for him to return with yellow nylon tie-down rope to answer my question. "Lay down. I'm gonna see how much your pussy can take and I don't want you struggling and making it hard on me."

I lay back on the bed docilely. He had no idea how much he was turning me on right now. I was confused and more ashamed than before and yet so aroused I could hardly think. He tightly tied me down on the bed like a pro. My hands were bound together and stretched taut over my head. My rear was scooted down near the foot of the bed, yellow rope keeping my knees bent toward the ceiling, my feet firmly held in place. My private parts were spread open before him in every sense, glistening and swollen with arousal. He settled on a footstool at the foot of the bed and for a long minute simply stared at me, his eyes drinking in every detail. I could feel the slight whisper of his breath as he exhaled, tickling across my swollen sex. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly in humiliation. 

Suddenly I felt his fingers lightly upon my exposed flesh. Instinctively my knees tried to close away what he was seeking but the restraints wouldn't let me. I squeezed my eyes shut as his fingers slid their way up my thigh. My lips were swollen and already parted to his touch. He stroked up and down my slit and I gushed as I cringed. And then all pretense was gone. He slammed four fingers inside me, thumb hooked up so that the pad of it pressed against my throbbing clit. I inhaled sharply and lifted my hips to meet his thrusting hand. 

"You are a hungry slut, aren't you?" I made no reply, too embarrassed and aroused to form the words in my throat. His hand yanked out again and suddenly I felt it smack down hard on my mound. The scream I let loose was shrill and wild. 

"I see you haven't gone mute after all. I was wondering. When I ask you a question, whore, I expect you to answer it respectfully. I'm not talking to hear my own words, here. Think you can manage that, bitch?"

A couple of tears squeezed past my tightly shut eyelids and I muttered, "Yes." It took on a sibilant sound, hissing between my gritted teeth as he slapped down on my sex again. 

"You need to call me 'Sir.' As in Master. Try again, dearest."

The warm tears were flowing more freely now as I whimpered, "Yes, sir." And yet, I had to admit to myself, I was growing ever more aroused. That simple fact surprised me. Sure, I'd been reading and fantasizing about BDSM for years. But it was always the kind where in the end it wasn't really BDSM, it was just a little role-play. And even that I didn't think I would like much in reality. The few stories I accidentally read that had any sort of real violence or non-consent always made my stomach churn and not in a good way. Especially the ones with husbands abusing their wives. So why was this turning me on so much? 

His hand smacked down again and my scream this time was guttural, matching the pain that flared deep inside me. "I think I'm going to keep spanking this for a bit, eh, dear? Maybe that'll teach your slutty cunt to deny me the pleasure of getting it off. Don't you think your pussy needs to learn a lesson?" And another slap.

"Yes, sir," I moaned between spanks. Oh god it hurt. Maybe the first one or two were just surprising, but it hurt now. Badly. My mind was scrambling to find a way to placate the author of this pain. "I'm so sorry, sir! I've been such a bad slut. I mean wife. I've been a bad wife and I'm sorry!" I manage to hiccup between shrieks. The spanking ceased abruptly.

I opened my eyes cautiously. He was looking down at me with something I couldn't quite identify in his face. "Do you even understand why I'm so angry?" he growled. I shook my head mutely. "All I've ever wanted is to make you happy. I wanted to bring you joy in every way. Especially in our lovemaking. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't do it. And now I know why. All this time, you've had the key I was looking for hidden away and wouldn't even tell me it existed, much less where to find it! I wanted to make your face flush with pleasure the way it was when I walked in and you wouldn't let me!"

I choked back a sob as he hurled those last words at me like a dagger. He was right. If things were mediocre, who deserved the blame for it? I couldn't claim some noble pretense for my deception. The bottom line was that I couldn't bring myself to tell him my secret because I couldn't bear risking the total loss of respect and maybe love that accompanied such an admission in my mind. And yet I had done neither of us any favors. I couldn't hold back the floodgate of tears anymore. My bound body convulsed as I sobbed. 

Surely now he would let me go. I couldn't imagine, in my misery, that he would continue this. I realized how wrong I was when I felt another slap. My tear-choked throat let go a a shriek. "Just a little reminder, dearest," he said. And suddenly I felt his fingers on me. 

It was exquisite torture. The pain of the spanking was almost transcendent when coupled with his touch on that part of me that was most desperately seeking attention. I sucked a breath through my clenched teeth and released it with a soft moan of desire. Slowly he slid two fingers inside me and I clenched desperately at them with my internal muscles. I groaned aloud as he pulled them back out again.

A third finger joined the first two on his next assault and futilely I struggled against my bonds to close my legs and hold him there. Without withdrawing, he added a fourth finger. I had grown so copiously wet by now that I could feel trickles of fluid running down into my crack and along the junctures of my thighs. His breath tickled at the inside of my thighs.

I was arguably as full as I had been when he walked in the door earlier. Was it an hour ago? Ten minutes? I'd lost all sense of time. But I knew that with the difference in our hand sizes, he was filling me as completely as I was able to fill myself. Desire gnawed away at my throbbing box as I wished desperately that I could muster the leverage to rock myself on his fingers. 

The sound of his breathing and my occasional wordless interjections filled the room as my world shrunk to the size of my cleft. And suddenly that world expanded a bit as his thumb entered the arena. It was more than I had stretched before and the burning fire ignited anew. I grunted quietly and pushed out my breath as I struggled to take even this small bit more. He was persistent and none too gentle with his onslaught. Even as I pressed down my pelvic muscles to take him, he was forcing his way inexorably in. And then it was in. The pressure subsided but the feeling of being filled to my limit remained.

"Please," I whispered. He chuckled softly and a knot of dread formed in my over-stuffed belly. It was a cold laugh, as if his raging fury had subsided into icy resolve. 

"So this is what you like, huh? You're some piece of work. All this time you've been telling me when we make love that I'm so 'big' and go so 'deep' inside you and then you turn around and do this to yourself? Were you laughing at me the whole time you were cramming your fist in your cunt, bitch? I knew it was ego stroking, but I had no idea you thought I was this pitiful." He drove into me deeper as he spoke, twisting his open hand, driving his fingers right to the opening of my womb. 

I wanted to tell him that it wasn't like that. I wanted him to know that it was never about him at all. The words wouldn't come, though, only pants and grunts at this new, unfamiliar sensation of being stretched so much deeper than I could ever go myself. Then my breathing grew shallow as his left hand came up and began rubbing at my clit. 

It was too much. My back arched and my lips parted as the waves of climax crashed over me. My eyes flew shut and behind them exploded fiery orange light as my sex spasmodically clenched and released his hand. The pulses flowed to every limb, growing languid as they traveled farther from their epicenter. Unlike the orgasms I faked for him, this was silent. Too much energy was focused into every nerve ending to let go the stream of smutty words and moans that he expected from watching too much porn. 

As the flood of orgasm receded, I became acutely aware of two things. The first was the fact that his hand was still inside me and it was no longer a happy feeling. Discomfort was quickly becoming plain pain as he continued his presence inside my degraded body and his apt ministrations to my oversensitive bud. The second was that he was staring intently at my nether regions with a mingled look of awe and fury. 

As I came down from my cloud of bliss, his voice cut through me, "I hope you enjoyed a real orgasm, honey," the sarcasm in his words was beyond doubt, "because it's the last you'll be having for a while, I'm sure."

"Please, I'm so sorry," I pleaded. "It wasn't the way you think. I never felt anything but love for you. Never those things you said. I knew it was wrong. All of it. What I wanted, what I did to you, to us. I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you." My voice trailed off uncertainly.

"Too late, babe. Now, quit talking and open wide. You wanted to pretend I was a selfish bastard that didn't care about pleasing you and now you'll get your wish."

Tears flowed anew as I recoiled inwardly against this new man whom I had never known before. He took his time withdrawing his hand and it was torturous. My sex felt hot and raw and swollen as he pulled the rest of the way out. I assumed that he would untie me then so that he could have what he asked for but I was wrong. His weight crushed down on me as he settled, squatting, over my chest. His hand came up to my face and squeezed my cheeks hard until I opened my mouth to accept him. He speared himself into me in that first stroke, filling my mouth until his head bumped my uvula. I panicked, unable to breathe, while he rested there, pressing insistently forward. 

"Take it, bitch. Take it all. Open your throat up to me.  I won't pull out until you do. Unless you want to die of suffocation, open your throat, whore.You're not holding out anything anymore." I sobbed piteously around his member as I struggled to relax my throat muscles. I knew what to do but I had never succeeded before, despite long years of trying. He continued to press forward into my throat, just as he had done with his hand in my sex, and as before, suddenly I opened up to him. His gasp showed that he was as surprised as I at this sudden success. 

He drove to the hilt into me, his pubic hairs tickling my nostrils and my throat still struggled to force out the invader. I struggled to find a way to breathe. My chest felt as if it would explode and my head pounded. And then he pulled out. Not all the way, but enough to let me gasp in some air before he drove in again. Again it was a battle of wills to get back into my throat. But again he won the contest and I opened fully to receive him. 

I was beginning to gather an inkling of what was happening. In every way we were contesting and he was besting me. Each inch I yielded he claimed until there would be nothing left of me. He pulled out partway again just as I thought I couldn't wait a second longer to breathe. I choked in the air and held it this time as he thrust back in once more. I opened more readily the third time, my body adapting to the movements necessary. Instead of the desperate need to suck in air this time I felt as if I would die if I didn't exhale soon. And once more he pulled back at the last possible moment I thought I could survive. It was as if he now governed the moments of my life and death, the very air I breathed. He was all-powerful and I at his mercy.

As if sensing my awareness of this new fact, he settled into a more comfortable rhythm. I quickly matched my breath to his pace. My throat was now as raw as my box. I closed my eyes and let him use me. A sharp prickling in my scalp sent my eyes wide open again.

"Oh no, slut, you're not zoning out on me. You don't get out of it that easily. You're going to be with me every step of the way." To punctuate, he yanked my hair again and thrust quickly into my throat to muffle any sound I might make. 

He quickened his pace then, obviously near his climax. I struggled to pace my breaths. His hands clutched at my head, holding it firmly. Finally on a downstroke, just at the back of my mouth, he jetted his load into me. He held us both frozen as I gagged, more from the motion across the back of my tongue than any other cause. Finally I choked down his seed and he withdrew from me, collapsing onto the bed beside me.

It was well that I had given up hope of the ordeal ever ending because he made no move to unbind me or even showed any sign that he knew I was there at his side.



Shameless



She was "out visiting friends" or "stopping by work to talk to her boss about her vacation time" or something of the sort. She had been losing track of her excuses, and he had never questioned them. He knew, she knew he did, he wasn't dumb. But he never asked, so she never told. It was their silent agreement. Or at least she agreed to it.

His house was dark as usual, she didn't bother parking on the street. If anyone noticed her car it wouldn't be anything unusual for that neighborhood. She jumped out, excited about something for the first time this week. Her usual life was a series of taking care of the kids, working, and taking care of him. She felt like the mother of three instead of two. But this was her escape, and she cherished every moment of it.

She walked through his front door and the familiar smells and feel of the house sent her into immediate ease. All her tension and worry was left on the front step, and that was just one of the many reasons she loved this escape. She padded across the living room, as though not to wake the other residents, making her way to the bedroom. She slipped through his door, and the world disappeared.

Her clothes were stripped with ease and purpose. She crawled under the comforter and sheet and snuggled next to his warm body. He always radiated the most vibrant heat, she's always just figured it was his energy. He had such a presence, in any room he was in there was no one who didn't notice it. She slipped one of her legs in between his and tucked her nose into the crook of his neck, wrapping one arm over his chest and her hand under his shoulder. He snuggled closer to her, not waking, and they lay together.

What was only a couple minutes seemed like hours before he woke, reaching one of his hands up to rub her back. He turned his head toward her and inhaled her scent. He placed a kiss on her temple and rested his cheek against the side of her face.

"Hey you," he said softly, squeezing her leg with both of his. She snuggled closer, taking him in, feeling the whole of his body flush against the whole of hers.

"Hi. I just came by for a visit," she mumbled into his neck, moving back slightly to be heard a little better. She moved her lips up the side of his face, placing gentle kisses along his jaw and cheek bones.

"Just for a visit?" he asked trying to sound slightly hurt, there was a pout on his lips that he had perfected long before they'd met. "I was thinkin you might be interested in a little more than a visit," his elaboration was exactly what she was expecting, and she smiled against his dark caramel skin.

She moved her hand from his shoulder, caressing his chest and stomach, and down a little lower, cupping his softness in her hand. His groan was more a growl and she felt him starting to respond to her. She nibbled at his neck a little and kissed his ear lobe.

He took his hand from the small of her back and cupped her face, pulling her in for a kiss. Every time it was like the first, he was so passionate, and gentle, yet he took what he wanted and gave her what she needed. Her hand started working over his manhood, rubbing and scratching lightly, teasing him up.

His hand moved down between her legs to her most feminine part and he tangled his fingers in her just-long-enough red pubs. Still battling his mouth she arched her back into him and rolled her stomach, pressing her hips into his hand. He rolled onto his side and pushed her onto her back moving his fingers from her hair over her clit, flicking in once and moving down to cup her lips.

She groaned releasing his lips for him to trail them down her neck. Her fingers dove through his hair, pulling his head closer, and rubbing his scalp at the same time. She pushed her body flush against his and pulled him more on top of her loving the feel of his weight holding her down, grounding her. His fingers found her clit again and he flicked one over it a few times, sending her reeling.

He moved from her neck to her collar bone, tracing it with his tongue and going lower to her nipples. Spending special time with each he licked and nipped and sucked and teased his way down to her stomach. He dipped his tongue into her belly button and smiled when she giggled. His hands went to the backs of her knees and he lifted them gently over his shoulders as he descended on her sweet pussy.

He flicked his tongue over her clit a couple times, and proceeded to lapping at her lips, simply loving all that made her woman. She lie writhing underneath him, her wiggles and thrusts silently begging him to touch her how they both knew he wanted to. After a couple minutes he poked a finger at her opening, receiving a moan of approval. He stared at her clit with his tongue again, this time not stopping and worked a finger in. She already had the sheets gripped in her hands, and when he pulled out and put two in she pushed her head back into the pillow behind her.

The pressure was almost too much, she loved the way he touched her, ate her, loved her. His fingers found that little spot inside her that they never missed and started ticking at it, as he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it faster. She spread her legs farther apart, her knees touching the bed on either side, offering all she had for him.

Moans filled the air around them, and she started moving her hips in time with his fingers, trying to move to feel more, but he was determined to prolong it, and make her cum hard. He'd gotten good at taking her to the edge and keeping her there until he wanted her to finish. The puddles she had left on his bed were testaments to her squirting ability, and his ability to make her putty in his hands. Maybe that's why she kept coming back...

He felt her walls start to tighten around his fingers. And she gripped the back of his head with one hand and the inside of her thigh with the other. Her words mixed with her moans and he heard something about cuming. He almost wanted to laugh, only a few times had she gotten incoherent during their time together.

Suddenly he felt it, her muscles clamped down and her hips started their involuntary thrusts. Her juices flowed out around his fingers and he almost milked her as he kept working and she kept cuming. She released her grip on his hair and sank down into the pillows, he kissed her lips gently and removed his dripping fingers, simply wiping them on the sheets that would be cleaned later.

He crawled up her body, stopped and kissed all over her face, making her smile, and continued. Placing on knee on either side of her face he offered himself to her, and she graciously took him in her mouth. First she simply sucked his head, moving her tongue ring over the spot where the head and shaft connected. She heard him gasp and he grabbed a handful of her hair. She moved further down his shaft, taking all of him in.

Taking all he had to offer her, she deep-throated his hard cock in and out a few times, working on and her gag reflex. He pushed his hips into her, trying to sink himself deep inside her. She kept flicking her tongue ring over the sensitive underside of him. He was balls deep when he pulled back and looked into her eyes. 

A "fuck me" was all it took to get him diving across the bed for a condom out of the bedside table. She spread her legs wide, petting herself to spread her juices, getting herself ready for him. He sat back between her legs on his heels, rolling the rubber over his erection. Fitting it on, he slapped her clit with it a few times, she put her legs over his and arched her back.

He lay on top of her, scooping her into his arms, resting his elbows on the bed under her shoulders. She took hold of him and pointed him in the right direction, helping him ease into her. He filled her in one swift motion and sat for a second, taking in the tightness of her pussy and loving the feel of her legs around him. She wrapped her arms around him, one hand on his back, the other on his shoulder.

They started a rhythm between them, he pushed deep and she lifted up, burying him balls deep in her wetness. He picked up the pace, and slowed down on his own accord, driving her crazy. He moved his arms under hers and ran his hands down her back to cup her ass, and pull her closer. She had one foot in one hand as the other left scratches down his back.

Just as sudden as before he pulled out and backed up a little, grabbing her hips he told her to turn over. She scrambled to her hands and knees and positioned a pillow in front of her. Doggy was her favorite position, and she tended to get a little loud. He gripped her hips in his hands and stared down at her tight round ass for a second, slapping each cheek once. A hiss escaped her lips each time and she pushed back toward him, begging for penetration.

He positioned his head at her hold and thrust hard. He entered her quickly, fitting himself all the way in, hitting her cervix. She let out a yelp and shoved her face into the pillow. Her arms wrapped the pillow tight as he kept up that motion, pulling almost all the way out, and slamming into her. He kept this rhythm, picking up the pace, and soon he was pulling her hips against him, hitting her harder.

She began pushing against his thrusts, tilting her hips so that he hit her g-spot. He reached underneath her and started playing with her clit, feeling that she was getting closer. Her legs spread more, and she sank a little to the bed, he held her hip up in his hand and continued working her clit.

"Oh my God! I'm gonna cum, Please. Please, don't stop. Right there, right there... Now! Now, I'm cuming," she moaned into the pillow, surrendering herself to the orgasm, and to him. He slowed his pumping a little and kept rubbing her clit, making it last as long as it could. When she was finished he laid his stomach on her back, pushing her into the bed.

He started his rhythm again, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head to the side. He made her look in the mirror and watch them. He placed on arm under her hips to keep them at the right angle, and looked into her eyes through the mirror.

"Is that what you like? You like to be mine," he whispered to her, picking his rhythm up. Her eyelids fluttered at the scene before her. She was trapped, anytime she tried to push against him he was right there to counter her and keep her right where he wanted.

"Yes. Make me yours," she gasped pushing her hips up more for him. This was the only time she was his anymore, and she loved ever second of it.

"I already have. You're mine. To do with as I please," he said biting her ear and moving in small circles. He grunted at this and picked up the pace, moving faster and in slightly bigger circles. He started breathing heavier and pushed up so he was on his hands above her. He threw his head back and put a hand between her shoulder blades to keep her where she was.

She pushed her hips up once more, and that was all it took. He grunted again, let her know he was cuming, and rode her till he was done. She watched him in the mirror and couldn't help but notice how hot it was when he got off. He laid back down on top of her, leaving himself in, and traced his hands down her sides.

"Wow, that was awesome," he breathed out, kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck. She smiled at him in the mirror, and waited for him to move till she tried to roll over.

"Yeah, I had fun."

He went and got cleaned up in the bathroom and came back to bed, lying on top of the covers with her. They snuggled together, he held her and kissed her gently. She caressed his chest and stomach, taking care to avoid his ticklish sides. She loved the contrast of her pale skin on his dark. Compared to her he was almost black, and she thought it was kinda sexy.

She kissed his shoulder, moving up his neck to kiss his face, and his lips. He knew what that meant, sometimes she hung out a little, and sometimes she left soon after. She never spent the night anymore.

"I'll give you a call tomorrow or something. We'll have to plan something sometime," she said sitting up. She crawled out of the bed and started to dress slowly. He raised himself to an elbow and watched her. He wouldn't ask her to stay, he knew she'd say no. And that's not what he wanted to hear.

"Alright. Give your family my best," he said, slightly pouting. She looked back at him and smiled sadly. This is what he'd wanted, or at least it's what he said he wanted. Not to get in the way, for her to have a family and be happy. But he never asked what she wanted.

"Goodnight, babe. I'll talk to ya later," she said leaning on the bed and giving him a kiss. It was a kiss that said what they couldn't, and lingered on both their lips. She let herself out of the house and got into her car. She started it up and wondered what she'd go home too. Her husband sitting in the living room, drinking beer and playing video games.

He wouldn't notice how long she'd been gone, but he'd be excited to show her his newest level in the game, and want sex before she went to bed. She'd get up in the morning and go to work, he'd sleep in and see the kids off to school. When she got home he'd be tired of watching them, and she'd take over homework and make dinner.

But she got what she wanted out of him. He let her visit anytime, never complained of the hour. And he loved her, no matter what. He made her feel loved. She smiled at the thought of it. No matter how lost in translation she felt, he was always there.

Realizing she was still in the driveway she felt silly, and backed out, heading down the street. She cheated on her husband more than once a week. He was more than willing to entertain the idea of another woman in their bed, but another man? Forget it. So she came to him when she could and got what she needed then. She wasn't ashamed of her life, or even embarrassed of her endeavors. She just wondered if it might have been different if he had been selfish.



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©2006 by Trescool, AKA T. From ATL

As I ease my car into the parking lot, I take one last look in the rearview mirror before I close the door and chirp the alarm. I wrap my coat around my body, and walk in my stiletto heels up the street to the entrance of the club that will host tonight's festivities. The doorman waves me in, and I walk past the bar, down the steps, to the underground dancefloor. I weave through the moving bodies, and arrive at a large metal door at the back wall of the club. The muscular bouncer guarding the door regards me with a stone-faced look until I give the password:

"Messalina."

With a smile, he opens the door and ushers me inside. Behind the door is a long low chamber, lit only by several dozen candles throwing light and shadow around the room. Along one wall, a white cloth table has been prepared with hors d'oeuvres and drinks. There are about 4 couches near the walls and a Charles Eames recliner in the middle of the room, all futuristic chrome and black leather, and I can make out a full length mirror on the back wall. Scattered around the room is a crowd of men, I guess about 50 or 60 of various races and ages, drinking and talking. All eyes turn to me as I enter. I walk over to the table and take a glass of wine. I can hear the echo of my heels clicking on the stone floor as I walk around, surveying the assembled men. Sipping my drink, I take their measure: some are very young, some older, I see a few that seem to be fairly affluent, judging by their dress and demeanor.

I down my drink, walk over to the center of the room, and open my robe. I'm totally naked underneath. The only thing I have on are my favorite pair of slutty stiletto heels, black, 4 inches high, with straps that wrap around my calves. I hear a few gasps, a few sighs. I stand in the light of the spotlight over the chair, and turn around slowly, allowing the men to feast their eyes on my gorgeous body. I strut around the chair, enjoying the sound my heels make on the floor, and then I sit down, and begin to play with myself. Exposing myself in this way has made me so wet, and I massage my clit, enjoying the feeling.

Eyes closed, I hear flys being unzipped, and hands fumbling for what I know are stiffening dicks. I moan softly in anticipation of what's about to happen. Opening my eyes, I see most of the men have their dicks out and are jacking them. Some have gotten completely nude. I'm very turned on, and soon the first men walk over to me and stand over the chair, stroking themselves. 

Before long, it happens. With short staccato moans, the first man cums. Direct hit on my face, in a diagonal line across my lips. It scalds me with its heat, and I hiss in lust as he brands my face with 4 thick, hot jets of cum. There are 2 more guys next to him, and the sight of me like this is too much for them. They both unload on me, 2 big wads of pent up cum land all over my face and in my hair. As they shake out their dicks over my body and back away, I moan for more men to join the fun. A group of 5 walk over and surround my chair, moaning in lust as they spurt their wads all over me. This time they cum on my tummy, my waist and across my boobs. I can feel an orgasm building within me, and I move my hand faster against my clit. Ooooooh, I'm there, my mouth opens in pleasure, and someone cums into it. I swallow, and coo loudly as my orgasm washes over me. Men are moving close and coming like mad on me, shooting it wherever they can find an inch of my skin to put it. 

Before long, the room is filled with the pungent smell of cum and the sounds of moaning men. Black, White, Latin, Asian, a world tour of testosterone steps up to pay homage to me and my femininity by unloading their pent-up lust and desire all over my skin. I love the idea that my sexiness and wanton lust is pushing these men over the edge, making them lose all composure in the face of the woman before them. When this is over, they'll go back to their positions of power, their families and responsibilities, but tonight, all of that evaporates in the force of pure lust. I love the nastiness, the sheer depravity of what I'm doing.

Man after man after man steps to the center of the room to aim a hard, swollen dick at my beautiful body and shoot cum all over me. My face is sticky and dripping, my tummy is moist, and my skin is soaked. A couple of men come over to spurt on my boobs. The one on the left slaps his softening dickhead against my left breast, and his hot sticky cum runs down my nipple and over the globe of my breast to settle in the pool of sperm forming in my cleavage. I'm caught up in the kinkiness of the atmosphere and I raise my right leg to twirl my stiletto heeled foot in the air, and a couple of guys come over to cum on my shoe. "Freaks!" I taunt, laughing as their cum trickles down my instep to paint my shapely calf. I have to grip the armrests to keep from sliding onto the floor from all the cum running down my sides onto the chair. 

At last, they're finished. I lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, enjoying the sensations that are playing over my body. I'm sticky, marinating in the semen of over 50 men. The first loads that landed on me have long since dried, to be covered by younger deposits that are sticking to my skin like honey. Eyes closed and encased in sperm, I love to feel the heat of hot cum as it lands on my skin. Rubbing my breasts, I stroke down at my hard nipples coated in male seed, the flood of sperm that runs between the peaks of my tits to form a lake in my belly button. I can imagine how it looks: Thick.....rich.....almost a pearlescent solid, that becomes clear, finally running down my body like a river. I'm luxuriating in the smell and feeling of nature's best beauty treatment: Cum. 

Time to do the back.

I turn around in the chair, head facing the footrests, sperm running down my body, and slowly get to my knees. A group of men form a double line on either side of me. They have been holding back throughout the night, watching, waiting for this moment. Guided by the sound of their lust, I crawl through the gauntlet of them, and stop at each one to let him shoot a huge load onto my back. Forward, left to right, I crawl from one to another down the line, as they baste my back and ass with their cum. After about 16 of them have unloaded on me, My head bumps against my destination, the full length mirror at the back of the room. I get to my feet, wipe cum from my eyes, and open them.

Oh my.

I'm a walking sperm bank.

From top to bottom, from head to toe, my body looks like it's been dunked into a vat of semen. My face is a mask of cum, my hair is saturated. There is cum dripping off my chin like stalactites. It coats my neck, my breasts, running down my tummy, thighs and calves. It's even staining my heels! I'm so turned on by the sight of myself. I begin to writhe and caress myself, rubbing the cum that hasn't already dried into my skin. Several men come forward to stroke me and massage cum into the parts of my skin that my hands can't reach. I turn my body sideways in the mirror to watch as dozens of hands work cum into my back, my legs and calves, and the globes and crack of my beautiful ass. When they're done, I look at myself once more and kiss my image in the mirror, leaving a print of cum covered lips on the glass. I strut back to the center of the room, skin glistening in the light, and slowly turn around once more, so the men can admire their handiwork. I bow to them and grab my coat, wrapping it around my body as I leave the scene of my debauchery to the sound of whistles and applause. My skin will be so soft and smooth in the morning.

On the way back to my loft, I stop at a BP to get some gas. As I go in to pay, I grab an Orange Juice from the freezer and walk to the checkout. The only people in the store are me and the cashier, a cute Indian boy who might be a week over 18. A naughty idea pops into my head. As he rings me up, I ask him, "How much is this juice?" He looks up at me, and we lock eyes. Come on, I mentally will him; put it together. I know you can smell me if nothing else. His teen horndog brain begins to connect the dots: The dried film on my skin...that smell...the clotted hair...I can almost hear his brain click when it registers: "Oh, Fuck.....THIS GIRL HAS CUM ON HER FACE!!!" His mouth gapes open. With a teasing wink, I kiss his cheek, and wish him a good night as I walk quickly, heels clicking on the pavement, back to my car.

As I pull on to the interstate, I check my rearview and see that kid standing on his tiptoes looking for me through the store window. That should give him jerk off material for years to come, I think to myself, giggling. Sipping my juice, I catch sight of my own reflection in the mirror and admire my stained face, the picture of contentment. I sigh with the relief of the sexually satisfied. Then the aroma of my escapade wafts around me and I grow wet again. I'm not tired, I want to play some more, but that's enough fun for one weekend.

I have to get home before my husband does.



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Many thanks to andrea4328 who edited this story. Your red ink of correction makes me quiver with excitement. I have to go now and serve a couple of days in minimum security apostrophe jail before I am allowed back into polite society. Please enjoy the story. All comments welcome.

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A girl goes to a photographer's studio for a photo-shoot. She is new to modeling and keen to make a good impression. She thinks it is just a lingerie shoot and doesn't realize the photographer has plans for much more.

She wears high heels, stockings, garter belt, thong and a bra. She poses for the photographer, all smiles and curves. He snaps away and encourages her.

"That's a good girl, you look fantastic."

She giggles, she is new to this. She is both excited and nervous and trying to act the part she thinks she should play.

"You like?"

He knows she is a little nervous and trying to "get it right", even if she isn't sure what that means exactly. He knows she wants to please and do a good job. She needs approval and praise and he gives her a strong lead so she knows what he wants her to do and can use the momentum of the shoot to get past her shyness. He knows she wants to do this and he can make it possible for her.

"You bet I like. You really know how to show off those curves. Push your boobs out a little more. You have fantastic tits."

She giggles again. Her shyness is still there, but it isn't stopping her. It just makes her feel naughty ... sexy ... a little slutty ... excited. She is enjoying herself.

"Well thank you. And please don't be shy now. Just tell me what you think."

He knows to keep pushing. She has more to give and wants to give it, but she needs him to make her.

"I think you're a gorgeous girl with killer curves and I want to show you off."

He snaps more shots of her as she smiles and poses and feels like the next move is her idea.

"I had better take this off then." she says as she removes her bra and tosses it aside. "If you like my tits so much..."

She smiles again, looking up at him from under her hair. He is getting excited now as she is doing exactly what he wants.

"Goooood girl."

He takes more shots, faster, keep the momentum, don't let her slow down.

"God you look so naughty. Bend over and show off your ass. I am just dying to photograph your pussy."

She feels incredibly sexy and doesn't want that feeling to go away, but she needs to pause for a second. This might be going too fast. She wants it to last longer.

"I'm not sure I can take my knickers off for you."

He knows he has to push her now. The end game is way further than she ever intended to go when she walked in the door. He has to take advantage of her naivety and eagerness to please. Tell her what to do. She has to feel his confidence, be sure he is in charge, so she can allow herself to do what she is told. She has come this far, trusted him and he has made her feel hot, exciting, desirable. She wants to feel more. She wants to trust him. She wants to be a good girl.

"I think you can sweetie. I think you can't wait to get your knickers off and show your pussy to the camera."

She smiles but hesitates.

"What kind of girl do you think I am exactly?"

Now he has to take the risk and push her to the next level. His voice is kind but firm and clear.

"I think you're a sexy little bitch who gets excited showing it all off. Now let's get you out of those knickers before your pussy burns a hole in them."

Her face flushes red for a second, realizing that he is aware of the heat in her pussy, but she doesn't want this to be over. She wants more.

"OK. Help me."

He comes over and assists her out of her knickers. Careful to adjust her remaining lingerie leaving it neat and pretty. She stands in front of him, naked except for her garter belt, stockings and heels. Her hands are behind her back as she looks up at him. A little shyness is back on her face, but she wants to do this.

"Do I look nice?"

She needs his approval again. She needs to know she is getting it right because she has never done this before. She is exposed and vulnerable and he needs her to feel safe. His voice is friendly.

"Yes. You look delicious."

She poses again and he takes more shots. Just like before but less giggling. Just like before but she shows off her pussy. She knows he is zooming in tight and she knows she is showing off everything she has. She feels incredible. So slutty. So naked. So explored by his lens. She keeps thinking of hundreds, thousands of men looking at her pussy through his camera. Looking at her picture and making up their own minds about what kind of girl they think she is.

Every flash of the camera drives home her feeling of being exposed, scrutinized, inspected. Every flash representing an image she can never take back, never hide from anyone. From now on she will always be this naked, wanton little slut that she is being right now. She can never take this back, but she doesn't want to. Every flash reminding her of that and making her feel more sexual than she has ever felt before. Making her feel oddly proud of herself for feeling so alive. So exciting. So excited.

It feels like she has been putting her pussy on show for anyone who wants to look for an eternity, but eventually he stops. He puts the camera down and moves closer to her. She stands up and turns to face him.

"Are we done?"

The look on his face has changed. She stands before him and lets him look. His hands begin to explore her body as he looks down at her. She lets him touch her. As his hands begin to move over her curves she bites her lip and closes her eyes, but she makes no move to stop him.

"Do you want to take more pictures?"

His voice is deeper, more demanding.

"Later. Right now I want to touch you. I want to feel you, naked in my hands. I want to explore you." He pauses for a second, two. "I want to fuck you."

She draws an audible breath. She doesn't know what to do. She practically whispers.

"I don't think that's allowed."

He speaks quietly but certainly.

"Yes. It is. I can almost feel your pussy inviting me. I know you want to. I want to fill you with my cock. I want you to be a good little slut now."

He is right about her pussy. It is throbbing. Since before he took her knickers off. But she really can't let him fuck her, can she?

"I'm not sure." she whispers.

"I'm sure." he replies. "I want to fuck you."

She is still so keen to please. She doesn't want to argue. She wants to be good and do what she is told. She fights her own conflicting instincts and then she has an idea. She smiles.

"Maybe I could suck your cock for a while. Would that make you feel better?"

He smiles back and she is happy. She feels better. This was her idea so she can throw herself into it and please him. Make him like her. Be a good girl. She kneels in front of him and looks up into his eyes. She licks his cock momentarily and then takes it into her mouth and begins to suck. Her eyes close. Occasionally she looks up at him for approval. When he smiles down at her she smiles back and sucks his cock harder.

"That's a good girl."

His words make her feel wonderful. She wants his approval. Her pussy flows.

"Who taught you to suck cock so well?"

She is more relaxed and giggles again.

"I used to practice on my dildo when I was in bed on my own. I wanted to be able to do it right."

"I knew you were a good little slut. I bet you can swallow my whole cock can't you." he says, smiling.

She wants to please him.

"I think so. Shall I have a try?"

He wants her to succeed.

"Yes. Show me what you can do."

She is very happy that she seems to be doing well.

"OK."

She goes down on him again and just manages to take his entire length down her throat. She stays down for a few seconds and then comes back up for air. She is very proud of herself and can't keep the smile off her face.

"Ta da!"

He is very pleased with her.

"GOOD GIRL! You are so good at blow jobs! Who would've known?"

She is glowing with his praise.

"Thank You. I do my best."

Now he needs to move her on again. There is still a long way to go.

"I think we should make my cock a little tastier for you now."

She is a little confused.

"What do you mean?"

He is firm.

"Turn around and give me your pussy."

She bites her lip but turns around and positions herself on all fours in front of him.

"Are you sure?"

He must convince her with his confidence.

"Yes. You'll like my cock in your mouth even more when it has a nice coating of your pussy juice."

She closes her eyes and holds her breath. He slides his swollen cock gently into her hot, wet pussy. Slowly inserting himself fully into her. He pulls her towards him with his hands on her hips. Inside her he moves around a little but doesn't withdraw or thrust.

"That's a good girl. Your pussy feels good filled with cock doesn't it?"

She responds very quietly, preoccupied.

"Yes. But I don't think you're supposed to fuck me."

He reassures her.

"I'm just making my cock tastier for you. You should suck it again now."

She is relieved and keen to get back on her knees in front of him. He withdraws from her pussy and she turns around. He is pleased she has learned to be so eager to suck his cock. She is a quick study, even if she doesn't realize what he is teaching her.

She licks the length of him and tastes her juices. She smiles up at him and mouths "yummy" and then takes him in her mouth fully again and sets about her task. She keeps her eyes on his. She has a plan. Maybe if she can make him cum with her mouth he won't need to fuck her anymore. She sucks his cock with intent, keeps eye contact and does her best to show off her curves, her boobs, her nakedness, to try and make him cum. After a minute or two he breaks the silence.

"That's a good girl. You like that cock in your mouth don't you baby?"

She has his cock deep in her mouth but she lets out a long satisfied mmmmmm and comes up for air.

"Yes." she says, smiling again.

She attempts to go back down but he moves away. He can't let her stop moving forward. He has to take her all the way. She will be grateful in the end.

"Good girl. But I think your pussy needs some attention now."

She is unsure again.

"But I like sucking your cock. Please can I?"

He loves that she said please. She is learning fast and will become a very good slut for him.

"Later. Don't worry. I want your pussy now."

She has to make a decision. Should she stop it all? Can she? He sees her hesitation. He has to be firm. She has to learn to behave properly.

"Be a good girl and do what you're told."

His voice is commanding her. She is lost in her sense of obedience. She doesn't know how to say no. She has passed a point and she can't stop. Her whole body wants to obey. Her hesitance has lost the battle. She can't stop herself. He offers his hand and she takes it and stands. He leads her to a bed. She climbs on the bed on all fours and he moves behind her.

She remembers him inside her before. Without words he slides his cock into her again. She is worried she will be in trouble somehow, but she is full of his cock and it is hot and hard. As her pussy stretches around it she feels fucked, properly fucked. He takes hold of her with his hands and moves her where he wants. He fucks her and says little. He concentrates on fucking her, enjoying her, making his cock feel good. She feels like her body is being used for his pleasure and it makes her feel valuable. Her pussy is stretched and fucked and used. His words are primitive, whispered directly into her ear as he bears down on her with his body and fucks her with his cock.

"That's a good little bitch."

"You look good on my cock."

"Let me fuck that tight little pussy."

She loses herself in the act. She is absorbed by it. Her body feels invaded but she doesn't want to stop him, she wants to be fucked. Her pussy aches for his cock as he pulls out of her and pushes against him as he forces his way back in. Her uncertainty is all but gone. She no longer cares. She just wants to obey. Finally she feels her orgasm rising and she can't stop it. She feels her juices flowing out of her, drenching them both. He doesn't stop, he just keeps fucking her, but more slowly as she cums. His cock is still hard. It feels huge inside her. She cums for what feels like forever, quivering on his cock, impaled and helpless. Finally he withdraws and stands. She lies on the bed, dripping with her own juices. She looks up at him and he smiles down at her.

She knows he hasn't cum yet, but she doesn't know what's next.

"Aren't you done yet?" she asks, but she knows he isn't.

"No. You should get back to sucking my cock now."

She feels completely under his control, as if she has no choice but to do exactly what he tells her to. Still trying to recover from her orgasm, she kneels before him again and looks into his eyes as she sucks on his cock one more time. He thrusts in and out of her mouth quickly and after only a minute she feels him tense, ready. He pushes deep into her mouth, and she swallows his cock as far as she can. She looks up at him for his lead. He smiles at her and she releases him from her mouth. As he exits, he explodes. He cums in spurts, all over her face and mouth. She feels it splashing onto her, hot and sticky. She tastes his cum in her mouth and lets it run down her face. She is drenched in cum and it drips off her chin onto her breasts. She smiles up at him and he smiles back. She feels completely at ease covered in his cum. He offers her his cock again and she takes it gently back into her mouth. She sucks cum from his cock as she looks up into his eyes.

He withdraws and moves away. He picks up his camera and looks at her. She is naked, exhausted, fucked, cum drenched, glowing. Beautiful. He begins to photograph her again and she looks into the lens and smiles. She isn't shy. She shows off her dripping wet pussy and cum soaked face. She feels completely in his hands. He can do whatever he wants and she relaxes into his control. She feels seduced. Obedient. Blameless. Shameless.



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Hanna was having a restless night. It was absolutely dumping buckets of rain outside, her headache was just now going away at one o'clock in the morning, the ghost of her dead friend had warned her that she would be visited by three spirits over the course of the evening, and now some idiot was shining a light in her eyes.

She sat up and blinked groggily, her dark hair shining in the sudden brightness.. The woman who stood before her held up a torch that burned with heatless light, shining like a beacon in the darkness of Hanna's bedroom. She wore a simple white dress, and her face seemed to possess an ageless, timeless quality--she was neither young nor old, beautiful nor plain, and she radiated wisdom and serenity, yet seemed approachable and friendly. She reminded Hanna a little of Betty Crocker, only wearing a toga.

"I am the Spirit of Relationships Past," the woman said. "You will be visited tonight by me, and by my two fellow Spirits, to show you the errors of your ways, and to prevent you from making a horrible mistake. You--"

Hanna rubbed the sleep from her brown eyes. "I thought you guys only showed up at Christmas."	

The Spirit sighed in exasperation. "No, those are the Christmas Spirits. We're the Relationship Spirits. Totally different thing, alright? Now, as I was saying--"	

"But if you guys show up to people who are about to get into bad relationships, why haven't I heard of you? And why do so many people get into bad relationships anyway? I mean, my dad's second wife totally screwed him over with the pre-nup, got the house and the car, and I know she was already dating her tennis instructor, so--"

The Spirit broke in. "Because," she said, "we only have time to do one person a night. We don't see more than a tenth of a percent of the people involved in bad relationships, so we have to prioritize. Now if you don't mind? Time is at a premium."

"Sorry."

"Thank you. Now...I am here to show you the mistakes you have made, the men you have loved but left. It is not too late, Hanna...remember your First Love?"

The torch flared into a kaleidoscope of colors that finally resolved into a picture, showing Hanna as a high school senior. She sat on the steps with a young man her own age, the two of them resting comfortably against each other. "Kevin, your First Love. He was smart, handsome, and has gone on since then to become a respected doctor who makes a six-figure income. Yet happiness eludes him, Hanna, just as it has eluded you. You abandoned him, and neither of you have been happy since. Perhaps it is time for you to rekindle your First Love?"

Hanna snorted. "Can that thing show any date?"

The Spirit nodded. "Of course. It is the mystic Lamp of True Remembrance, forged by--"

"Have it show the night of September 17th, 1998."

The lamp flared into colors once more...

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Tonight was the night, Hanna just knew it. Kevin wanted her, she wanted him, and it just felt right. The two of them would be together their whole lives...what was the point in waiting to start the best part of their lives together? She leaned back against the car door and smiled sexily. "What are you waiting for?" she asked. "Christmas?"

Kevin fumbled with his belt buckle, and pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees. His cock sprang out, and Hanna gave it a quick look as she slid her own panties down and pulled her skirt up. It looked to be an alright size--maybe seven inches, but thick. It certainly looked like it'd be enough. She closed her eyes and gave into the passion she felt between her legs as he leaned in towards her. The door handle pressed into her back as he pressed into her, but she didn't mind--it felt so good to feel his cock sliding slowly into her pussy, to feel every inch of it penetrating her...

Kevin let out an explosive gasp. "Um," he said. "Sorry."

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"And that was it! Every time! Once, he just took the damn thing out of his pants and it went off! By the time college rolled around, I was glad he was going to some East Coast med school. Let some other girl deal with Mister Hair Trigger, I say. I want a man who--"

The Spirit coughed loudly. "But of course, I knew all that, dear. That was only your First Love. The one who prepared you for your True Love. Which, of course, wasn't Kevin. Nope. Let us look, my dear, at your True Love..."

The lamp flared into life once more, showing a college-age Hanna drunkenly fumbling around with a blonde girl. The girl's shirt was open, and one breast was exposed, while Hanna's panties were somewhere around her ankles. The Spirit blushed. "Whoops! Sorry, that was for a different part of the presentation. Let me just..." The lamp flared into indistinct colors once more.

"I can totally explain that," Hanna said. "It was a sorority initiation, and we had these jello shots, and Becky asked Muffy how she got her nickname, and--"

"Here we are!" the Spirit said in a painfully bright tone of voice. "Your True Love." The lamp resolved once again. "Bruce." The scene of the lamp showed a handsome, sensitive face, soulful blue eyes, wavy blond hair. "A pure, perfect gentleman, filled with nothing but respect for you as a person. He believed in you, Hanna. If not for your studies pulling you apart, who knows what might have happened between you?"

Hanna glared at the image in the lamp. "He would have left me for an interior decorator, that's what! Bruce was gay!"

"He, um...he what?"

"Yes! Totally gay! Look at that hair--doesn't that scream 'gay man' hair to you?"

"You can't prove that he was gay just from his hair! He was just...respectful. He didn't want to pressure you into sex. There's nothing wrong with that."

Hanna sighed. "March 5th, 2002."

*	*	*	*	*

Hanna crept slowly into the bedroom, hardly daring to breathe. She'd already taken her clothes off in the living room, and her bare feet made absolutely no noise on the thick carpet. Tonight would be the night. Bruce had never pressured her, and that was wonderful, but she was starting to get the feeling that if she didn't take the initiative, she'd be forty before they had sex.

She slid the covers aside very gently, and crawled into bed with him. Well, she thought, this definitely qualified as 'taking the initiative'. Bruce smiled gently in his sleep, but didn't awaken. That was fine by her. She'd give him a wake-up call he'd never forget.

She slid down under the covers and found his cock. It was already hard as he slept--perhaps he was dreaming of her, she thought as she gently circled her thumb and forefinger around the base. She licked it, just a little. Time to make the jump from dreams to reality.

She slowly slid the entire thing into her mouth, just a little bit at a time, letting her tongue wiggle slightly along the shaft as it slid past. She heard Bruce sigh, and she started to bob her head up and down, just a bit, just slowly. Bruce moaned, but she could tell he wasn't quite awake yet. She grinned wickedly, her mouth filled with cock, and began to jerk her fingers up and down at the base.

".....ys....yes, that's it..." She heard his sleepy voice from above the covers. "...oh, yes, Bob..."

BOB?

*	*	*	*	*

"Well...maybe he was bi."

Hanna sighed. "Who does your research, anyway?"

The Spirit shrugged nervously. "Cherubs, you know. They, um...they tend to get a bit embarrassed looking at the naughty bits. But there's more to relationships than just sex, Hanna! There's caring, and commitment, and, um...children, and...compatibility, and um...um...oh, look!" She pointed. "The Spirit of Relationships Present!"

A large, powerfully built man faded into view, dressed in regal attire. "I am the Spirit of Relationships Present!" he boomed out.

"Shouldn't that be the Spirit of Relationship Present?" Hanna asked.

He winked. "Depends on how you do it. I'm here to show you the relationship you're about to start, Hanna. The man you met over the Internet, the one you're planning to meet face to face in four days' time. I will show you that first date, and you will see exactly what kind of man you're dealing with. Behold!" He clapped his hands, and the room around them shifted.

*	*	*	*	*

The waves lapped gently against the shore, looking like something out of a postcard. Hanna just leaned back against the bench, taking the whole scene in. "You were right, Alec," she said. "This is beautiful."

Alec smiled. "Now you see why I like to come out here. It's so gorgeous, so quiet...you can just look up at the moon, Hanna, or down at its reflection in the waters. You can just sit here, listening to the sound of the waves for hours and hours."

Hanna sighed gently. "Mmm, that sounds nice."

"It does, doesn't it? Just watching the reflection of the moon rippling in the water...sometimes the ripples seem to move more, and the moon looks like it's just going to melt away into the soft, warm water, but if you just keep your eyes on it, just listen to the soft, relentless waves, the moon is always there, drawing your eyes to it, drawing your attention to it, drawing you down to it."

Hanna nodded. She thought about talking, but the moment seemed so special, calm and quiet and peaceful, that she just nodded. The evening had been so wonderful already, Alec had been so charming, and now he was showing her this wonderful, quiet spot...this gorgeous view...

"And sometimes, Hanna, when the moon ripples almost away to nothing, it's like there's no light at all, not even moonlight. The ripples seem like your eyes are closing, and you'll find, that if you just let your eyes stay half-closed, that the moon always seems to be rippling in the water. Can you see that, Hanna?"

Hanna nodded again. The effect was beautiful, soothing, but it was hard to keep her eyes just half-open like this. They wanted to close all the way shut.

"But it's so hard to keep your eyes just half-open like that, Hanna, isn't it?" Hanna nodded in child-like wonder, amazed that he understood so well. "They just want to close all the way shut now. All the way shut now. All the way shut now. All the way shut now, Hanna."

Hanna struggled to keep her eyes open, but it was a losing struggle. They fluttered like butterflies as her eyes rolled up and her head sank down.

"You're such a special girl, Hanna. I knew you would be as soon as we chatted online, as soon as we talked on the phone. I was so glad I could bring you out here and show you this special spot, because I knew you were a rare and special girl." Hanna sighed in pleasure. "You're so special, Hanna, you can see the moon even with your eyes shut, can't you?"

Hanna nodded. She wasn't even sure when her eyes had shut all the way, but she knew they were, and she could still see the moon rippling in the water.

"In fact, Hanna, it's even more pleasant to look at the moon with your eyes shut, isn't it? The silvery light caresses you through your closed eyelids, and it feels so good, doesn't it?"

Hanna nodded. Her head felt loose, and light, and it was like she really couldn't do anything but nod. Alec was right, she thought vaguely. It did feel good.

"It feels so good, Hanna. So good. It's like you feel the light, like tiny little fingers, caressing you." Hanna squirmed just a little, on the bench. She did feel the fingers, touching her hair, and her lips, and her breasts, and...she gasped slightly, as she felt the fingers between her legs.

"That's right, Hanna. Feels so, so very good. Feels so good when I bring you to this special spot, so good to just let me guide you, let me show you how wonderful it feels to be like this. You're enjoying this so very much, and you know that you don't need to come all the way out here to watch the moon." Hanna gasped again--the surges of pleasure in her pussy were getting stronger. "Any time I say, 'Watch the moon, Hanna,' you can just close your eyes and watch those ripples of moonlight, and it just gets easier and feels better every time, doesn't it, Hanna?"

Hanna nodded her head again, in a jerky, erratic motion. She was going to come so soon.

"Say, 'yes, it does, Alec', and feel yourself come when you say it."

Hanna felt herself skim over the edge of orgasm, and the words, "Yes, it does, Alec!" burst out unbidden as she came.

"Good girl."

*	*	*	*	*

Hanna's eyes were the size of silver dollars. "He finger-fucks me on a park bench on our first date? While hypnotizing me?"

The Spirit of Relationships Past patted her on the shoulder reassuringly. "I'm afraid so, dear," she said. "And that's only the first time of many. I fear that..." She looked around. "I fear that..." She looked around again, then looked down at her watch. "I fear that our third member is late. Where the hell is he?"

A giant of a person in a voluminous robe that hid all features from view ducked under the doorframe. SORRY I'M LATE, he said. STUPID ALARM. SO WAS THAT MY CUE?

The Present Spirit sighed, and turned back to Hanna. "He's gotten kind of erratic lately," he whispered to her. "Keeps threatening to quit. Frankly, I think we'd be better off without him."

The Past Spirit raised her voice a bit, cutting him off. "I fear that the next Spirit will show you a future worse than you could imagine. Meet now..." she gestured dramatically... "the Spirit of Relationships Yet To Come!"

The Spirit of Relationships Yet To Come stood in the corner and gave a half-hearted wave. HI. Hanna waved back.

The Present Spirit gave a meaningful cough. "Put a little effort into it," he hissed in a cutting whisper.

YES, SORRY. He took a few swift steps, looming over Hanna. I AM THE SPIRIT OF RELATIONSHIPS YET TO COME, HANNA. I AM HERE TO SHOW YOU THE DREAD FUTURE THAT AWAITS SHOULD YOU GIVE IN TO ALEC'S WILES.

"Wait, hold on," Hanna said. "This should all be the Present guy's department. Because the events might be in the future, but the relationship is still the one with the present guy, right? So why--"

YOU SHALL SEE, HANNA. The Spirit turned to the wall and gestured as it transformed itself into an image. MANY...RELATIONSHIPS...AWAIT YOU, UNDER ALEC'S CONTROL...

*	*	*	*	*

"See the moon, hanna."

With blissful ease, hanna felt her eyes slip shut, and she drifted into a deep trance. She didn't need the trigger anymore--she was so attuned to her Master's will that she could go into trance with a single word, or even simply a look...but she also loved the trigger, the first one He had ever installed in her, and Master did wish to show her off to His guests tonight. And she loved to obey.

She felt silk brush at her ankles, and realized dimly that she must have taken her clothes off without realizing it. It didn't surprise her; she'd been conditioned to be naked as often as possible, and Master had given her special permission to be naked in front of His guests. It felt so good to know that they were staring at her nude, pliant body as she awaited commands. Various guests commented around her, but their words were meaningless. Only commands mattered when she was this deep, this blissfully obedient, and she could await those commands forever. Waiting felt good, obeying felt good, being naked felt good, and being deeply hypnotized felt best of all.

"Slave pose, hanna."

She dropped to her knees and put her hands behind her head. A cock pressed at her lips, and she opened to receive it. Master had made it clear that she was to be the plaything of all the guests tonight, and she loved to obey. The cock slid in and out of her mouth, and she sucked on it with the skill born of long hours practicing on Master's wonderful penis.

She felt another guest behind her now, sticking a lubed finger into her ass. It felt magnificent, and she hoped that a cock would be following--Master had trained her to love having all her holes used for the pleasure of others, and there were so many others here tonight she needed to please.

The cock in her mouth gushed its load onto her tongue, and she swallowed greedily. Another guest maneuvered himself carefully in front of her, and hanna accommodatingly shifted to allow him full entrance to her slavecunt without leaving the slave position.

The man behind hanna finally slid his cock up her ass, and she moaned in ecstasy as the two seesawed in and out of her, one pressing into her ass as the other slid out of her slavecunt, then the other pressing balls deep into her as the first slid back out. The knowledge that she was obeying Master's commands to be a good slutgirl for His guests heightened every sensation, made every stroke seem like orgasm and every orgasm seem like rapture beyond imagining.

A warm, wet pussy pressed against her mouth and hanna began to lick. Master had made sure that she was a good pussylicker as well as cocksucker; He wished her to be the perfect sextoy, and she knew she needed to be able to please men as well as women for that. The woman's hands threaded through hanna's hair, and hanna heard an explosive moan as sticky fluids smeared across her face.

One of the two men fucking hanna had come now, and been replaced by another. This one had a smaller cock, but hanna didn't mind. Every man fucking her made her come. Everything she did for Master made her come. Master had made her the perfect sextoy, and she existed for nothing but sexual service. It felt so fucking good to be a slutgirl for Master. So fucking good.

Another man stepped up and slid his cock into her willing mouth. When he came, he pulled out of her mouth and shot his load across her face. That felt good, too. Master had conditioned her to love the warm, thick wetness of cum on her face and body just as much as she did the taste of it in her mouth.

More people were stepping up, changing positions with those who had just come. A strap-on slid up her ass, wielded by a woman whose nipples bored into her back. Many couldn't even wait to fuck her; she felt splatters of thick cum on her body, spraying across her tits and her face. And just as Master had promised, it all felt so fucking perfect...

*	*	*	*	*

YOU SEE, HANNA, the Spirit of Relationships Yet To Come said, pointing at the wall. THIS--THIS LIFE OF SEXUAL SERVITUDE, THIS LIFE AS NOTHING BUT ALEC'S SHAMELESS WHORE--THIS IS WHAT AWAITS YOU! THIS IS THE PATH OF YOUR--he turned around and looked at Hanna.

She sat on the bed panting, legs spread, withdrawing a finger from her pussy. A large damp spot stained the bedspread beneath her. "Damn," she said. "Can you, like, rewind that? Back to the bit where I was licking out that black chick while those two guys were fucking me? That was some smoking hot shit. Too bad it looks like I'll have my eyes closed. Maybe I could get Alec to videotape it for me! Oh--and sell it on the Internet!"

RIGHT, THAT'S IT, the Spirit of Relationships Yet To Come said. I QUIT. He threw up his hands and turned towards the door. THIS IS A GODDAMN WASTE OF TIME! MIGHT AS WELL JUST CHUCK IT ALL IN. He stomped out of the room. I HEAR JACK-IN-THE-BOX IS HIRING!

The Spirit of Relationships Past rushed after him. "Now wait," she said. "Don't be hasty, here. Let's have a drink, talk about this..."

The Spirit of Relationships Present followed after them. "Just let him go," he said as he walked out of the room. "If it's what he really wants..."

Hanna closed the door behind them, and picked up the phone. Dialing quickly, she asked as it picked up, "Hi, Alec? Hanna here, hope I didn't wake you. I was wondering if we could maybe move our date up a bit? I just can't stop thinking about you..."

THE END