Mughal-e-Azam

Snow White was feeling wretched and miserable as she lay naked in the shadows of the tall forest trees, as well she might after her unexpected rape at the hands of the forester. It had seemed such a jolly idea at first when he suggested walking into the woods with her ostensibly to show her what he did for a living, and the fact it was sanctioned by her usually unsympathetic stepmother and guardian made it an especial treat. But then he turned on her, beating her about the face, pulling off her clothes, and then forcing himself on her. At first, Snow White had no idea what was happening to her, but it soon became clear when he pulled down his britches, pulled out his erect penis and violated her. Whether the rape was to be all that she was to endure she didn’t know, but in the struggle she managed to loosen his grip and ran deep into the woods.
She had no idea where she was or whether the forester was still running after her, but the pain she felt from his punches and the stinging, aching pain between her legs had weakened her so much that after a while all she could do was collapse onto the bracken, a trail of blood coursing down her inside thighs. Perhaps she was saved by the torrential rain that started within minutes of her escape. The forester’s dog would probably have lost her scent, but it served to make her even more miserable. Her long hair was thoroughly damp and streaks of rain slid over her pale skin. Yet another misery in a thoroughly miserable life, which had steadily become worse since her father had died in suspicious circumstances.
Snow White lay in the damp undergrowth for hours, as she gradually recuperated from her pains. The early morning sun eventually rose in the sky, and shafts of light penetrated through the canopy of leaves above her, revealing to anyone passing by, a wretched sight as she lay prostrate on the ground, hardly conscious but not able to fall fully asleep. Her face was damp with tears, as much as her hair was damp from the rain and her body from the early morning dew.
And this is how Snow White was found by the seven dwarves who lived in a decrepit cottage in the middle of the forest, not far from the pit shaft where they worked. Shunned by the world for their freakish appearance, they had grouped together where they dug coal from beneath the ground and sold it at the market alongside the metal tools and garden vegetables they produced. The dwarves were not a pretty bunch. Their heads were large, their bodies small, and their limbs short and stubby. They were related to each other, but not too closely, and the brighter ones still felt bitterness towards a world that either treated them as objects of fun and derision or feared them as servants of the devil. This latter reputation protected them to some extent from those who might otherwise steal from them, or sell them off to a circus freak show, but it meant that other than each other they rarely had any human contact at all.
It was Sneezy who saw Snow White. He earned his name from the dust allergy which was in no way assisted by his labours in the coal mine and made much of his life a constant misery. He was recovering from another fit of sneezing, while his six comrades marched ahead, when he caught a glimpse of Snow White’s remarkably pale skin through the trees, where she was illuminated by the sun breaking through the canopy. He signalled to the others to be quiet, knowing that it was he who was most likely to break the silence, and the seven dwarves gathered around Snow White’s body.
She was moaning from pain, a darkening bruise on her cheek and over her eye, cuts and bruises all over her body, both from the rape and her naked chase through the dark forest, including a nasty gash on one of her ankles. Her legs were spread open which meant that for all the dwarves except the resourceful Doc, this was the first time any of them had ever seen a woman’s crotch. Snow White looked up at the dwarves around her, shivering with fear. She believed that she was about to be attacked by goblins or trolls who, as legend had it, feasted on the flesh of virgins snatched from the villages. She had never seen such a deformed or ugly bunch of people.
There was Sneezy, whose nose was constantly red and from which usually trailed a globule of snot. There was Sleepy who had once contracted an illness which had left him permanently lethargic and for whom all physical effort was twice as great as it would for anyone else. And the dwarves were known for their hard work. There was Doc, the de facto leader of the group who handled the dwarves’ financial affairs and had negotiated terms with merchants in the larger towns for some of their goods. He was short sighted, but had succeeded in manufacturing spectacles which partly corrected his vision, but meant that he looked especially monstrous behind the thick glass. There was Grumpy who was well-named, and was also the ugliest of the seven dwarves: one eye lower than the other and his mouth twisted up to one side. Then there was Happy who was a bit of a practical joker, but retained his popularity with a good wit and a willingness to accept as good as he gave. Bashful had a large birthmark on most of his face, which he was understandably reluctant to let people see. And finally there was Dopey. In most communities, he would have been considered a village idiot, if he hadn’t died in childhood, but amongst the dwarves, his drooping lower lip and blatant mental deficiency were treated with a sympathy unusual in these harsh unforgiving times.
“Don’t eat me! Spare me!” gasped Snow White, too weak to stand up and make a run for safety.
The dwarves laughed, not all of them kindly, at the girl’s stupidity and ignorance. Doc, however, could see an advantage to be gained from the situation, even if he couldn’t focus especially well on the physical manifestation of it. Here was a source of boundless rest and recreation for him and his comrades, and no doubt a willing worker in the cottage. Domesticity and home-cooking did not come easily to the dwarves, and Doc was all too aware of how filthy and untidy the dwarves’ cottage was. He slapped Dopey hard on the ear, who was laughing along with the others without really being sure what was the object of their humour. Perhaps a naked woman in the woods was inherently amusing in itself.
“Don’t laugh at the pretty lady,” he commanded. For some of the dwarves, this mention of Snow White’s prettiness was the first time that it occurred to them that this find carried some material value. “You can see she’s in distress. Let’s take her home with us and care for her.” He leaned over to smile at the girl. “I don’t know what you think we are, dear lady, but we’re not ogres or monsters. We are mere artisans who live in the forest, making a living from our own toil and we don’t wish you or anyone else any harm.”
Snow White was reassured by the dwarf’s kindness, although he looked so monstrous behind the thick lenses of his spectacles, and she gushed forth in a torrent of tears of gratitude which served both to clean her face and to make her look more wretched. “Thank you, kind sir. You’re generosity and kindness is surely more than I truly deserve. I have been wrongfully used, but I am sure that you will not be so monstrous as to treat me so criminally.”
It was not easy getting Snow White back to the cottage, but the dwarves had great ingenuity. They fashioned a stretcher from some branches and a cloth and carried her back on that, but it was not an easy journey back for the small men. For a start, although they were all of small height and stature, they were not all the same height. Some of the dwarves were just three feet tall, while others were more than four feet in height, not a huge difference in absolute terms but quite substantial relative to each other. But after much grumbling and some great effort, she was back at the cottage, and was laid down on two beds which were given to her, at great expense to Dopey and Bashful, the two dwarves least likely to complain. And there she lay for several days while a great fever engulfed her and the dwarves bickered amongst themselves as to why they should even bother with her.
Eventually, Snow White was lucid enough to see where she was: and a filthy, dusty place it was too. Doc came to see her while Snow White sat up in the bed, naked of course as the dwarves had no clothes which were nearly big enough for her. He looked at her perky, sharp nippled breasts with pleasure that he just about managed to disguise. He stood by Snow White as she turned to him, with a sad look in his face.
“How are you feeling, my dear?” he asked in a gruff but slightly squeaky voice.
“Much better,” Snow White replied with some effort. “You saved my life. How can I ever repay you?”
For a start you can clean up the cottage, thought Doc, but he was too tactful to say anything. “We’ll see,” he said with a smile. “We are hard working people, and we need as much help as we can. If you are willing, would you help us keep house and home?”
“Gladly,” smiled Snow White who at that stage had no idea what a formidable task lay in front of her. After all, housework was something she had become more than a little familiar with after the years spent skivvying in her stepmother’s large rambling house. However, as her full wits returned to her, she saw just what a mountain she had to climb. She was not only expected to dust and clean the house, but to maintain the fire, cut wood, prepare them dinner and sew their clothes. This was more work than she’d ever done before, and at the end of each day the cottage became only gradually more presentable than the decrepit hole it was when she first arrived.
Moreover, all this work she had to do, however wet, cool or windy it was, had to be done naked. The dwarves were not prepared to make her any clothes and Snow White was in no sense of the word encouraged to do something which, in any case, she only had the most rudimentary idea of how to do. And she soon became aware that the dwarves much preferred her to be naked, a thrill which she was only beginning to understand. They argued that they had more than enough work to do in making a bed which was big enough for her to sleep in, so that Bashful and Dopey could sleep on something more comfortably than smelly damp sheepskins in front of the dying embers of the fire.
As she worked, most of the day by herself whilst the dwarves laboured down the pit, she took pleasure from singing to herself while birds hovered around in the garden and mice scurried across the floor. She knew very few songs, but those she did afforded her immense pleasure. One song she particularly liked was ‘Sometime My Prince Will Come’, a traditional tune addressing the longings of many lonely women in a country ravaged by war where men were frequently in short supply. She would sometimes pause with the brush in her hand and think of some dashing prince who would one day come by, recognise her beauty and take her away to another place. She would look at her skinny frame, the dark hairs of her crotch against her snowy white skin, her thin legs and perky breasts and imagine herself in the hands of someone like the young men she occasionally saw when she was at her stepmother’s house.
However, no prince came by to sweep her off her feet or to enjoy her body close to his. Instead, Snow White came to know what else her gratitude to the dwarves entailed. Doc was a subtle man, but he knew how to achieve his end. He reminded Snow White that she was no virgin and appraised her of the need to boost the morale of his comrades. And then he taught her what was expected of her, revealing a penis which despite Doc’s size was, erect, much the same dimensions as the forester’s, the only other penis she had ever seen.
“Relax! It’s only natural. And it is every girl’s duty, as surely as it is to keep the cottage clean and to prepare us our dinners.”
And Snow White had no reason to disbelieve him, as she took his strange smelling organ into her mouth and jerked it up and down as Doc advised her. And then, when it was as erect as it could be, the dwarf gasping and grunting with excitement, she allowed it to be taken into her vagina, a place until now only associated with the release of urination, the pain of monthly periods and the shame of her rape. Although Doc was the most practised of the dwarves at lovemaking, he was not an expert. He knelt between her much longer legs, supporting himself on her upper thighs, as he thrust back and forth, a sensation Snow White tolerated but was not enjoying in the slightest. The pain was quite acute as it pushed into flesh that hadn’t fully recovered from its recent violation.
And Doc, of course, was not the only dwarf to penetrate her, although he was probably her most frequent lover. All the dwarves took turns with her, and, frequently, more than one would be enjoying her naked body, happily fed on the food she’d prepared, wearing the jerkins she had repaired, pushing into her vagina with penises of seven different sizes and personalities. Although Doc was slightly rough and crude, often taking his pleasure in Snow White’s anus as well as her vagina, an entry initially tight and painful, he was probably the least bad of the dwarves. Although ill-informed and often crude, he had more idea than all the other dwarves put together as to how to put a girl at ease and how to treat her. The jerks of his pelvis at her vagina may have been mechanical and predictable, but at least he didn’t slap her or slobber over her. After a while, Snow White was able to tell that it was him who was fucking her, even though she might have been distracted by another penis in her mouth or even another one pushing into her arse at the same time: quite a feat for such small people!
Sneezy was always rather brief and spasmodic: rather quickly loosing his weight of semen into her vagina while he was engulfed in a storm of sneezes. But Snow White preferred him fucking her, than running his tongue over her body, inevitably leaving a trail of snot and mucus wherever he had been. Just one of the many traces of sex and slobbery that Snow White would soon have to sponge off with icy cold water in the wooden basin. Sleepy was unenergetic, but sometimes succumbed to exhaustion in the middle of his exertions, his small frame collapsing onto her breasts, a thin trail of drool coming from his mouth. Happy lived up to his name: his penis was the largest of the dwarves, an attribute which made him inordinately happy. It was painful enough when he fucked her vagina, but when he forced it down her throat or up her arse, this was often pain she could barely endure.
These were the dwarves she minded least. Of the others, she wasn’t sure whose lovemaking she disliked the most. Was it Bashful with his hideous birthmark that he insisted she lick with her tongue? Was it Grumpy, who was bad-tempered and impatient with her, frequently slapping her as he grunted away with his small penis trying to gain presence inside her orifices, his favourite of which being inevitably her anus? Or was it Dopey, from whose lip always dribbled a long drool of saliva, who fucked like an animal: viciously, unremittingly and eventually with an unpleasant release of semen which sometimes got her on the face, and in her eyes, and only rarely anywhere between her legs.
And she never knew when the dwarves would be finished. With so many of them, however exhausted she might be after hours of fucking there was always at least one who still had reservoirs of energy and semen to work out on her. The nights would go on for too long, her sleep caught in snatches between spasms of lovemaking, sometimes when blissful repose had finally come on her, and then another prick in her face or her arse. Her orifices were constantly sore and bruised and there was always a nasty bitter and sour taste in her mouth.
Her relief when the dwarves left to work in the early morning sunlight was compromised by the thought of the exhausting tasks she had in front of her. Washing up the dishes from the night before, preparing meals, chopping wood, gathering vegetables and mushrooms from the dwarves’ garden plot, skinning rabbits and pheasants and occasionally boar, and, if there was time, dusting, cleaning and scrubbing the cottage. Often she was on her hands and knees, with a damp cold cloth and sweat pouring off her brow, her only comfort being her singing.
And worse was to come. She’d noticed that she was no longer having monthly periods, but in her naïveté she assumed that with so much sperm inside her it had simply blocked up her system, although she was still able to shit and piss, which she always did outside naked in the rain and snow where her ordure could be used as fertiliser for the plot, the laying of which she never relished. But then there was the swelling in her stomach which she knew for sure meant that she was pregnant. It was Doc who had to inform her how this had happened. Snow White was terribly innocent of the causes of pregnancy assuming that a girl needed the happy grace of marriage for this blessing of God’s creation to be bestowed on her. When she learnt about the link between her nightly indignities and her changed condition this made her somewhat bitter about it, frightened that she would soon be the mother of another freak like one of the seven possible fathers.
Her state of pregnancy did not lead to a lessening of the dwarves’ predation on her body. They didn’t mind the swell of her stomach or the growing heaviness of her breasts. Indeed they frequently put their mouths to her large sore nipples in the hope that they would have a drink of the milk that would surely soon be emanating from them. And it only made her labours in the cottage harder to bear. The weight of logs and the heat of the kitchen fire became more painful burdens than ever for her to endure.
As more months were added to her pregnancy, Snow White became ever more desperate for a reprieve from her life of sex and servitude. She was miserable when she looked after the house, the added weight of her unborn child making her labours increasingly onerous. She was miserable when the dwarves came home, their rapacious sexual appetite not lessening while her own was diminishing yet further with the burden and discomfort of her gravidity. But every day as she pushed her broom, she would look out at the Spring sky, the birds frolicking in the warm rays of the sun, and sing to herself longingly that one day her prince would come.
However, the only visitor Snow White ever had since her first days at the cottage was a woman in her late forties wrapped in a black shawl, carrying a wicker basket in which there were several apples and pears. The dwarves were at the pit, and Snow White, naked as always, was pushing her broom across the uneven rocky floor. The woman put her head through the window, the shutters having been parted, and yelled across to Snow White “Would you like to buy some of my fruit, dear?”
Snow White looked up from the floor where her broom had been sweeping and smiled. The woman’s voice was such a welcome sound after all these months. A trilling soprano sound, in such contrast to the gruff alto tenors of the seven dwarves. “I’d love to,” she said, “but I have no money.”
“Nor any clothes, I see,” sniffed the middle-aged woman. “And this the first cottage I’ve come across in this accursed wood for many a mile. Would you be so kind as to let me rest my weary limbs before I go on my way?”
“Of course, I will,” eagerly cried Snow White, unlatching the door and letting the woman in. She shuffled in, pushing back her hood to reveal a handsome chin and face, with long greying hair, a proud arch to her slightly ragged neck and the smallest trace of a wart below the curve of her lower lip. After seeing only small ugly men for so many months, just the presence of another woman was striking enough, but overwhelming everything else were the woman’s piercing dark eyes which ever so slightly reminded Snow White of her stepmother. The woman sat down on a wooden stool, and placed her basket on her knees.

Dinesh Kapoor flicked a switch on the control panel and suddenly the image of another girl was in the TV Monitor. Kapoor smiled as he saw the girl climb on the bed naked. Although not very beautiful, the twenty year old girl was undeniably appealing. She was fair-skinned, with an intelligent, lively face. Her hair was silky and dark and long, braided with a centre parting. Her eyes were small, but nicely shaped and dark. Her nose was slim, slightly curved. She had an oval face with a pointed chin. Her mouth was delectable, the lips moist and soft, the upper slim and bowed over the full, straight lower lip. Her teeth were very white and even, the front teeth large and square and strong. Her body was soft, yet firm, ripe and luscious. Her neck swept to high, full, ripe, rounded breasts tipped with long hard nipples in puckered aureoles. Her navel was curved but firm and her hips flared to tempting buttocks that invited a lover to fuck her from behind in her cunt or, better still, in her ass, something she dearly loved and seldom forswore. Her limbs were smoothly turned, well shaped, her hands and feet elegant, her wrists and ankles slender. Her name was Leena, and she was a high-class callgirl in Mumbai. Kapoor always took her when he goes to Bangalore on business trip.
After their 2 day trip to bangalore, Kapoor met Sheela at the bangalore airport. He had been watching her in the airport as well as in the flight. When the flight was delayed and arrived very very late in Mumbai, he had offered to take Sheela to his home, as there was no one in Mumbai airport to receive her. He was sure that Sheela agreed, only because she thought that Kapoor and Leena were married. Even though he had seen her frantically trying a mobile number, he had hoped that she would not be able to contact anybody in Mumbai and his wish has come true. Before Sheela leave his home, he wanted to taste her as he had never seen such a lovely lady before. Watching her in the guest room had made him so horny that he needed sex at once.
He went to Leena in the master bedroom and found her naked under the sheets. Kapoor took away the sheets, leaned down and his lips nuzzled the nape of her neck. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat on the bed. He slid his hands to her breasts. Kapoor’s hands slid up to weigh her breasts and he squeezed them gently, caressing her nipples and aureoles. Her nipples stiffened in his fingers. Her lips fluttered open and smiled as she moaned softly in pleasure. She looked lovely, naked except for her gold necklace, bangles, earrings and finger-rings. Very sexy. He stood at the side of the bed and opened his trousers and dropped them. Leena looked down involuntarily, instinctively and gasped. His penis was enormous. Still limp, it was at least seven inches long and correspondingly thick.
Leena looked at him and a slow smile spread across her pretty face.
Gently, her hand slid up his hard, smooth chest, tracing the contours of his muscles and she bent her head forward and slowly wound her tongue around one nipple. Kapoor chuckled softly. Her hand crawled down his belly to his penis and her fingers closed around the thick length of his penis.
“I want you,” she murmured.
Kapoor’s hands slid under her shoulders and she shivered when he cupped her breasts. They were already turgid with excitement, the nipples stiff, the dark aureoles puckered. He squeezed both breasts and Leena moaned and sucked on Kapoor’s one nipple, then the other. She moved her lips and tongue across his chest to the other nipple and then dragged her tongue downward, over his rock-hard belly. Her fingers worked his penis tenderly. Kneeling before her lover, she moaned softly and dragged her tongue through his navel. He was a handsome, sexy man,
tall and lean with a V-shaped torso and muscular. His penis was enormous, at least eight inches long and correspondingly thick with heavy, low balls.
Groaning, Leena caressed his cock and, dipping her head, dragged her tongue down the length of his shaft. Her hands slid up under her breasts and she lifted them erotically. Rising slightly, she took his cock between her breasts, kissing and licking his belly sensuously. He groaned at the soft warmth of her breast-sheath. He could feel her hard nipples raking his shaft.
He pushed her head down. Slowly lifting his cock, jerking it tenderly, deftly, she slipped back the foreskin, opened her mouth and swirled her tongue over his cock-head. Kapoor gasped softly, and his belly rippled inward.
“Ohhhhhh yes!”
Leena moaned deep in her throat and her lips slid forward and encased his cock-head. Kapoor grunted and pushed his hips forward. His cock quivered, thickened, lengthened, and hardened. Leena sucked his cock in rising excitement. It was now pulsating very long and thick. She longed for it in her cunt. Her body rippled with desire. Her tongue ran around the cock-head, swirled over the knob, toyed with the long slit in its peak, her teeth scraped his shaft gently. Holding his cock and jerking it, she sucked harder, her head rocking back and forth between his thighs. Her mouth was moist and warm and Kapoor gasped in pleasure at the insistent pressure.
“Ohhhh fuck yes! Suck it! Suck my cock, baby! C’mon … yeh … suck
it, Leena … suck my cock! C’mon, baby, do it!” he gasped, holding her head and moving it back and forth to suit his pleasure while he pumped his hips.
Leena sucked it eagerly, hungrily, her head rocking back and forth between his thighs, her delicate fingers curled lovingly around his shaft, pumping it deftly. Kapoor gasped and moaned, his head arched, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging back and forth. Pre-cum juice sputtered from his cock-head and she whimpered, sucking and swallowing his seed lasciviously.
“Mmmm … yes … take it … that’s nice … suck it, Leena-bitch …
suck it … yeh … like that … Ohhh yes … suck it harder, whore
… come on!”
Leena loved the dirty talk. It turned her on. She sucked her pay master’s penis harder, using her tongue on the cock-head adroitly, relishing the musky odour and tang of his pre-cum juice. He flung his head back and moaned softly, his cock spurting beads of pre-cum jizz and, smiling happily, she licked and swallowed them. He groaned and rocked her head between his legs, fucking her face with immense pleasure. His cock filled her mouth and distended her face. She swirled her tongue cunningly around the cock-head in her mouth. He pushed her head away after several minutes mouth fucking.
When finally Kapoor pushed her head away, Leena moaned, her eyes glassy
with excitement, caressing her breasts, waiting kneeling on the floor
to obey his next command, to fulfill their next desire. Kapoor chuckled and stepped forward.
Leena lay back on the bed on her back and, leaning over her, Kapoor squeezed his penis slowly into her body. Leena murmured in pleasure, arching under him, caressing his bulging biceps and taut, flexing buttocks as he pumped his hips rhythmically up and down. He kissed her gently, his tongue slithering between her lips.
“Hey, whore,” he murmured, his tongue in her ear.
“Mm, what?” Leena craned her neck and sucked gently on his dark nipple.
“Want some excitement?”
“This is exciting.”
“More exciting.”
“Like what?”
“Like seducing our guest Sheela.”
She stopped moving under him and looked at him silently.
“What did you say?”
“Sheela. I want to fuck her and you.”
She smiled suddenly, her eyes dancing with excitement at the prospect, imagining what it would be like to have Sheela using her body.
“How old is she?
“Thirty two.”
Leena couldn’t believe this ravishing lady was that old! At best, she e guessed her to be in her early twenties! “Is she married?”
Kapoor nodded. “With one 9 yr old son.”
“Married and with a child?! With a body like that?!!”
“Jealous?”
“Of course!”
“So what do you think?” Kapoor asked excitedly.
“I think you have another girlfriend.” I said.
“When I first saw her,” Kapoor blurted out, “all I could think was ‘Wow! I want her now!
“So What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to seduce Sheela until she’s just as HOT as you are now.”
“Yes! I’ll do it!”
“And it will excite you, won’t it?”
“Yes! Oh, yes!”
“You’ll enjoy it, won’t you?”
“Yes! Now Come on,” she gasped. “Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard! Fuck my cunt!”
Kapoor flexed his buttocks and eased his hips forward. His cock-head slipped between her cunt-lips. Leena gasped and arched. He groaned and flung his head back. She clenched his hips and buttocks fiercely in excitement, her feet climbing the backs of his thighs.
“Come on!” she gasped. “Put it in, darling! I want your cock in my pussy!”
Slowly, Kapoor squeezed his enormous, bloated cock into her cunt. Leena moaned and whimpered and gasped, arching and writhing joyously under him, kissing him deeply, feverishly, her tongue in his mouth, her hands scrabbling at his thick shoulders and deep chest. Kapoor buried his cock in her pussy, going in and in and in, till he was fully embedded in her flesh. Leena arched in pleasure, lifting her cunt hungrily to his groin.
“Yes!” she gasped. “Oh god yes! You’re so big! Ohhh yes — yes! That feels so good, baby! Come on — fuck me! Fuck my cunt, lover! Fuck it hard!”
Kapoor groaned and bent his head and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She responded eagerly, her arms wound about his head, caressing his immense, sprawling shoulders, his deep chest.
“You’re wonderful,” she murmured, smiling.
He smiled and licked her breast-tips, making her whimper. “So are you,
baby,” he said, his voice a deep rumble. “One of the best pussycunts I’ve had .”
“Fuck me — fuck me like a whore!” she moaned as he sucked her breasts.
Kapoor started fucking her slowly and heavily. His hips rose, his buttocks his enormous, dark, glistening penis sliding outward, then squeezing in again. Leena gasped and arched in pleasure, and opened her legs wider apart, permitting him deeper access.
For the next fifteen minutes, Kapoor fucked Leena ceaselessly, running his impossibly large penis in and out of her flesh. Steadily, he built up speed till he had hit a hard, demanding rhythm, his cock ramming and grinding deeply into her flesh, jerking out, plunging in again, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging rapidly back and forth, his penis pistoning and pumping like a mechanical device. Leena gasped and cried out, rocking back and forth, jerking on the bed, her breasts jiggling under his thrusts, her cries loud, lewd, obscene and evidently unfaked, filled with joy.
Kapoor paused briefly, panting and gasping, his chest heaving, and slid out of her cunt. Leena moaned and turned on her side, lifting her upper leg high. He knelt between her legs and pushed his cock into her cunt again. Holding her buttocks, spreading them open, he hammered his hips back and forth in rising urgency, his head flung back. Leena moaned, her face contorted with pleasure.
“Take me!” she cried. “Yes! Ohhh uhhh OH OH OH OH OHH yes yes yes!”
Kapoor turned her over onto her forearms and knees and, straddling her hips, his knees on the bed, his hands under her breasts, leaning over her body, began fucking her hard again, his penis pistoning furiously in and out her cunt, his thighs whacking her buttocks, his balls squeezing against her cunt-lips with every down-thrust. Leena’s face was driven with lust. She rocked deliriously under him, moaning in a frenzy as he crushed her small, swollen breasts. Leena orgasmed repeatedly and, at last, he lost control. With a shuddering moan, he thrust himself deep into her cunt, his hips twitching at her buttocks and exploded violently.

It all started innocently enough. Just a small get together with a few local friends on a Saturday night, which at the end of the evening took a rather different twist.
There were six of us initially. Jack and his wife June, Bill and Tessie, along with me, Ken, and my wife Doris.
Pretty much the most of the evening was spent just listening to oldies on the stereo, playing some silly card games and of course, drinking too much. WAY too much.
As the evening wore on Bill and Tessie, who were both pretty tanked wanted to call it a night, so it became my duty to escort them to the 2nd floor guest bedroom, where they promptly plopped on the bed and crashed. Seemingly for the duration.
I returned to the basement rec room, where Jack, June and my wife had began watching one of my old porn films. Apparently this was Jack’s idea after he found my stash of movies in the back of the bar area, and he just “had” to run with an idea like that.
Surprisingly my wife just sat back and watched the films with no comments what so ever. That really shocked me, since any time I ever fired up one of them with her present she would give me hell about watching them.
And Jack’s wife went off in another dirrection entirely. She promptly fell asleep just as the first movie was beginning!
Of course, it was my duty to escort a guest to their sleeping quarters, so I was given the task of escorting June to her room after Jack aroused her.
Off to the 3rd floor spare bedroom this time. Me actually carrying a very, very drunk and sleepy June halfway to her room. Seemed like it took forever to make our way up to the 3rd floor what with her state, and mine as well I suppose.
Not surprising that more than once along the way I had to shift her around to maintain a good grip so I wouldn’t just drop her somewhere on the steps. And as luck would have it, each time I went for a better grip, her dress climbed higher up her long, gorgeous, legs.
When we finally made it to the spare bedroom, her dress had riiden up high enough that I could clearly see her panties. Wow, I was having a hard time of it now!
As I tried to carefully place her on the bed, I lost what little balance that I had, and we ended up going down in a heap.
She didn’t even rouse from her drunkedness, and now her dress was completly tucked up under her breasts. She was bare from just below her breasts to her feet, with only those tiny white panties hiding anything.
I just laid there for a moment, looking at her wonderful body, all sorts of thoughts going through my head.
It was like there was no real direct thoughts of what I was doing as I then just reached out and placed my hand on her foot, right below the ankle. Then slowly began sliding my hand up her beautiful legs towards her panty covered mound.
As my hand reached her panties I slowly ran my palm over her mound, and the slid my fingers up to the waist band and eased her panties down, inch by teasing inch.
As I exposed her trimmed bush and saw her pink pussy lips, I lost all focus. Next thing I know, I had leaned in and began tasting of her. Easing my tongue along her tiny little slit, trying to taste of her.
Then BAM, it hit me. What the hell was I doing?
Her husband was downstairs, along with my wife, neither of which would think much of what I was doing.
I quickly slipped June’s panties back up, and make an attempt to cover her in some appropriate manner. Then I began the slow trip back down to the rec room, where I hoped my long absence (it seemed long to me) would go unoticed.
As I finally entered the rec room, I couldn’t help but notice that the movie which had been on, was no longer playing, and that the room lights were still dimmed to a very dark level.
Oh great. They’ve fallen asleep while I was off doing my dirty deeds, no one will ever know what I was up to.
Then, as I made my way across the room to the light switch by the bar, I heard this soft rustling sound.
I paused for a moment, listening carefully. Nothing. Then again, this soft rustling sound.
Then I heard Doris. Very clearly, she said “there’s someone in the room”.
Next I heard Jack, who replied “no Doris, it’s obvious the two of them have gone to bed. There’s no one here”.
As my eyes adapted to the darkened room I could see that Doris was on the sofa, and that Jack was standing in front of her.
Jack spoke again. Saying “go ahead Doris, suck it, you know you really want to”.
I froze. I couldn’t believe what I had walked in on. I watched as Doris leaned in and began taking Jack into her mouth, slowly sucking him, and then as the minutes went by, greedily “eating” his cock.
I eased as close as I could, so as to see better what awful thing was happening here. Seemed like I was within inches of them!
I watched, amazed, as she let Jack just began fucking her face. His cock just hammering her mouth. My god, this was fantastic!
I unsnapped my already unzipped pants (I had forgotten to zip up after leaving June) allowing me freedom to ease my hard cock out, and began stroking it with abandon. All the while watching Jack continue to ram his big hard cock in and out of her mouth.
Then it all turned so surreal. Like something in slow motion, I shot my load. Man, did I ever shoot my load. It went flying with such force that some of it hit Jack, and some of it hit Doris. Actually hitting Doris in the face!
And right at that moment Jack had his orgasm.
I suppose that my presence was now known. After all, here I was on the floor right next to the two of them, cock in hand, cum on face (from him).
It was then that someone entered the room, and turned the lights on.

I slept the peaceful sleep of the justly exhausted, worn out from the long day of waiting tables, housework, laundry, commuting and personal service to those who required it of me. Curled up in my lonely bed, alone and alienated from people whom I encountered on a daily basis, I had finally been able to go to bed, and forget the pain of a busy life with very little chance for happiness. Trapped within my daily chores, my only relief was in dreams, carnal, nerve-wracking dreams of fantastic abuse as my subconscious strove to process and make sense of the life I had led, thus far, the strictures of what I knew on a conscious level, and the lies I had to tell myself in order to go on living.
This time, it was one of those helpless dreams: the ones about being paralyzed, without will, bound and gagged, forced to endure whatever was done to my body. I was in a basement or cave, I couldn’t tell which, because the light seemed to form a pool around me, but stopped well before it reached the walls, and all I could see was cracks of light at the edges of the blindfold. With my legs and arms tied to the leather straps of the restraint device, my ass held high in the air, my breasts hanging down heavily, my legs parted widely, and hands cuffed behind my neck, I felt totally helpless, unsure what would be my fate.
Men’s hands touched my body, certainly more than one pair, as there were hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples harshly, making me long to squirm and scream, yet the hands on my ass landing hard swats made the pain of my nipples almost irrelevant, it was so invasive. A gentle touch at my forehead, a ghostly benison of a tender kiss captured my attention, and I clung to the tiny touch of compassion, unable to face and contain the extent of the other touches so painful. Hard, but yet gentle fingers trailed down my cheeks, caressed the line of my mouth, the curve of my throat, and the hands wrenching my nipples so viciously suddenly eased, becoming no less severe, yet somehow not so painful any longer. The gentle touches curved in a slow circle around each pendant breast, and down my tummy to my clit, where it circled slowly over and over, as my whole attention seemed riveted to that one touch, the terrible spanking now heating my ass, but no longer pain beyond bearing. Finally, oh, yes, finally, it plucked at my clit and began a gentle massage, and my whole body convulsed into an orgasm unlike any I had ever in my life felt.
Thankfully, overwhelmed by pleasurable sensations, I barely noticed that the spanking and pinching had ceased, and the gentle touch had left. The sudden driving force of penetration full-bore into my pussy sent me into a second orgasm, the heat in my ass only adding to the intensity of sensation as his body slapped harshly against my oh-so-tender hot ass. I felt his orgasm as he was slamming into my pussy some endless time later, and just as quickly as he began to wilt and withdrew, another cock slammed into my pussy full-tilt, huge and hot, stretching me so wide and deep it was nearly painful.
Crying out wildly behind the gag, my neck arched, my fingers clutching wildly at the bonds, as he began to stroke in and out forcefully, each right on the edge of pain, blowing my senses into a wilder stratosphere, and shudders of orgasm pulsed around his cock, through my entire body with each stroke. Lost in a welter of pleasure, I barely noticed when he withdrew, but believe you me, I sure felt it when he began to push into my ass! Wailing helplessly into the gag, my eyes blindly staring behind the blindfold, unable to move or protest, his invasion became possession, the burning pain of his entrance slowly mutating as he (mercifully) held still when he had hilted his whole, huge cock in my ass. Tormented, agonized, I felt that tender touch return, slowly circling my clit as the monster cock in my ass remained in full possession, and I cried out helplessly again, this time one of hungry need, as that single touch changed the vicious pain into something with enough pleasure to drive me insane.
Then he began to pull out slowly and my whole mind went blank. Darkness complete and total enfolded me, if I was making noises, I didn’t know it. If there were anything else going on, I was totally unaware of it, for the sensations of the tender touch at my clit and the sliding, pulling pressure of his cock in my ass were all-enveloping. Everything in my world convulsed. Blindly, completely, I felt every withdrawal, thrust, grinding rotation of his cock with total awareness as my body clasped, convulsed, caressed its bulk, and the tiny pinches of that gentle hand upon my clit. The pleasure was endless, the orgasm continuous, as long as he shafted into my ass, the convulsions of pleasure continued. When he held for a long moment, full-hilted, a second cock, it seemed equally huge in that instant, bore into my pussy slowly, as the fingers vanished from my clit, and then they began to stroke and withdraw in tandem, and the convulsions redoubled.
Some eternity of time later, I became aware of being held between two bodies, my blindfold still in place, but the gag gone, my head on one man’s shoulder, hands cuffed in front of me, now, to a wide leather collar at my throat. As I assessed the situation, the man behind me moved, slowly thrusting his (again) rampant cock into my ass, and soft whimpers of pleasure began to escape my lips. The one in front of me began to push into my pussy at the same time, and firm, hard lips took mine possessively in a deep kiss, his mouth tasting of peppermint. My body was still so on edge from all the previous activity that almost instantly, I was shuddering wildly toward orgasm, as the man behind me took my breasts into his hands, gently pinching each nipple, making my pussy and ass convulse in rhythm with his pinches. Once again, I leapt over the edge into black submissive responsiveness as he pinched more firmly, more rapidly.
Eons later, I woke from my dream-state in bed, stunned to find that my whole body felt well-fucked, my nipples were red and swollen, I had bruises on my hips and ass, and my ass and pussy felt…well, I could have sworn it had been real. Could it possibly have really happened? The line beween reality and dream has often seemed impossible to determine in my life. Waking slowly, my eyes opened, and I began to sit up, hearing soft metallic clinks as I did so, and slowly, I realized that there was a chain leading from the collar about my throat, fastened to the wall to a hook, which hadn’t been there when I went to bed last night. My wrists and ankles each wore circlets of stainless steel, with additional chains snaking from each to the posters of the bed. Wait, I didn’t have a four-poster bed!
I felt the collar at my neck, and it, too, was stainless steel, with no way to remove it, to my fingers’ examination. Stunned, unsure what to think, I began to look around the room, and hitched myself closer to the wall, as the door opened and in walked 2 very tall men, one with dark blonde hair, icy blue eyes, broad shoulders, lean hips, long legs, dressed in nice jeans and a maroon polo shirt, with black tennis shoes. The other, almost an inch taller, had deep brown long, silky hair down to his waist at least. He, too, wore jeans and a polo shirt, but his was emerald green, to match his incredible eyes. Each sat on the bed, near one of my ankles, one hand reaching to hold the circlet of the ankle by them.
“Welcome, little one, to your new life with us.” It was the second one who spoke, as his fingers began to caress my ankle beneath the circlet. His fingers began to caress up my calf, and with a catch of my breath in my throat, I recognized the tender touch from the night’s wild memories. My eyes widened, and he smiled at me, his green eyes dancing with laughter, deepening in color, though his face remained otherwise expressionless.
The first one, the blonde, slowly gripped my other ankle firmly and pulled it into his lap. “We’ve been watching you for weeks, lovely girl, and we hired a PI, and he told us of your past, and we’ve decided to rescue you from the abusive people in your life and keep you under our protection.” With a smile, remarkably sweet, he continued. “We’ve kidnapped you, and taken you to a different country, where nobody will ever find you, and we’ll take very good care of you.”
I wondered why I didn’t feel frightened or upset, and realized that I welcomed the escape from the clutches of those who had abused me for so long, and these men hadn’t injured me when they could have, but given me exquisite pleasure instead. I smiled, relaxing and slid down on the bed, pulling a couple of pillows behind my head. “Thank you. Tell me more?” and settled to listen to the new rules of life. I finally had someone to protect me. Not just one, even, but two! I was thrilled, for I had always dreamed of two men caring enough about me to protect and ravish my senses completely. Listening to their voices, deep and soothing, I drifted.
And woke alone in my cold bed, in my cold bedroom, abandoned and hopeless. Sometimes I hated my dreams.

“Aaron, Adam, Adrian, Alonzo, Alfonzo, Amber,” ‘There’s one,’ Brian thought as he went through the names in Niya’s cell phone. “Andrew, Anthony, Antonio, Arthur, Austin, Breanna,” ‘There’s another one,’ he thought as he continued through the phonebook until he found his name between ‘Brandon’ and ‘Chris’. ‘Damn, there’s a lot of guys’ numbers in here,’ he thought, feeling himself get a little agitated.
“What are you doing?” Niya’s voice said behind him as he jumped.
“I was, uh, using your cell phone because, ah, I can’t find mine,” Brian said avoiding her gaze.
“Oh, yea, you can’t find yours, huh? Try checking the case hanging from your pants,” Niya said looking at his phone through the case. “You wanna try telling me the truth?”
Brian drew in a breath. He did not want to tell her the truth for anything in the world.
“I’m waiting, Brian,” Niya said impatiently, noticing the look on his face as if a battle was taking place in his head.
“Truthfully, I was looking through your phone book,” Brian said, embarrassed. “Not to spy or anything, but just to see how many guys’ numbers you had in opposed to girls’,” he said reluctantly, his pride slowly evaporating; he had jumped through hurdles to get her to go out with him, now it was about to end over something stupid.
“You don’t call that spying? Why didn’t you just ask me, I wouldn’t have lied to you. Do you not trust me?” She said looking at him through accusing eyes.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, I mean, we’ve been together for almost three months, and you won’t let me touch, look at, or talk to you sexually. I guess I was feeling kind of suspicious, like if you’re not giving it to me, then who are you giving it to? Because I don’t know about you, but I’m just about going out of my mind!” Brian wanted to just disappear after he confessed his frustrations to her.
Niya felt her anger melt away, she knew that it was hard for him sometimes. She knew because she had made a game of wearing short skirts or shorts and bending over enough for him to see her ass and maybe an outline of her pussy through her panties if she was wearing a skirt, just to watch him twitch because she knew he was too much of a gentleman to pressure her or do anything, for that matter. She felt so guilty, because as she watched him suffer, she gained refuge from her rabbit, screaming and moaning his name on some nights until she soaked her sheets. She walked over to him and sat on his lap and kissed him deeply. “I’m so sorry, Brian,” she said as she nipped his earlobe, “Let me make it up to you,” she whispered into his ear.
Brian felt himself grow hard and he knew that she could feel it. He enveloped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He sat on the bed and looked her clothed body up and down. “Strip for me, I wanna see exactly what I’ve been drooling over for three months.”
Niya never stripped for anyone before, but she didn’t want to disappoint him. She began slowly moving her body side to side in time to a rhythm only she could hear. She looked at the mirror above her bed, checking out her body, removing her halter slowly, turning both her and Brian on, she was even sexy to herself.
Brian sat clenching the sheets, feeling the roaring discomfort of his erection pressing impatiently against his pants. He thought he was going to lose it when she bent over in front of him and peeled her skirt off, revealing a tiny white string trailing between her plump ass cheeks. He couldn’t help himself; he smacked her brown ass as she gyrated before him. He watched as her ass cheeks jiggled with the impact of his powerful slaps. He squeezed her cheeks together and kissed them softly.
Niya wasn’t sure how to respond when he first smacked her ass. The pain shot through her body but something about it turned her on, making her moan deep in her throat. She continued to move seductively, as he kissed and licked her ass cheeks when she felt his teeth graze her skin.
Brian nibbled the string of her thong and slid it down with his teeth. He held her still as he looked at her pussy, her swollen pink lips poking out behind her. He leaned in and kissed her lips, she shuddered. He then stuck his tongue out and licked her slit up to her ass and down to her clit.
Niya had been eaten out before, but it was nothing like this! This was incredible! She felt moisture creep down her leg, but she wasn’t sure if it was his drool or her juices. She felt her pussy being prodded and she spread her legs a little more to give him better access.
Brian inserted his tongue into her wet pussy, tasting more of her each time. He grabbed her cheeks and pushed them upward to get more of her pussy. He heard her begin to moan and he felt her begin to push her pussy back and forth on his tongue. After awhile, she began to tremble, yelling his name and she came brutally in his mouth and on his face.
Niya had never cum so hard in her life! She began to sway unsteadily on her legs when Brian grabbed her and laid her on the bed. He grabbed her ankles and placed them far apart from each other, enjoying this new view of her chocolate-and-cherry pussy.
Brian didn’t know what it was about her tonight that made him want to devour every inch of her smooth brown body as if it were raw animal instinct. He used his thumbs to separate her lips, feeling the heat that was radiating on his lips that were inches from her pussy. When he saw her fat clit and her glistening wetness, he went half-mad, nipping at her clit and licking deep inside of her. He loved how she dug into the back of his neck and bucked her hips as she approached her second of the many orgasms she would have that night.
“Oh, Brian! I’m so close! Don’t stop, Baby, please! Mmm!” Niya yelled, egging him to make her release her sweet goodness onto his tongue that was digging deeper and deeper in her pink hole. “Ahh,” she sighed as she came loudly.
Brian slurped her juices from her pussy, his tongue following the cum that had escaped to her ass. She was so delicious to him; he didn’t want anything to go to waste.
Niya smiled, still weak from her orgasm and stroked his soft brown hair. She watched his soft, pink tongue lap up her juices, he looked so determined.
Brian looked up at her, loving the dazed look about her as he began to kiss her thighs and up her belly. In time, he reached her soft, round, DD’s. He kissed the underside of them before latching on to her left nipple. He felt her sharp intake of breath as he rolled the little ball between his teeth and sucking on it until her brown areola had a tint of pink. He reached down with his hand and touched her clit; she jumped because it was still sensitive from her orgasm, he began to work his long finger inside of her. “I’m never gonna fit in there,” he said noticing how tight she was.
Niya adjusted herself and spread her legs more to give him better access. “Brian, that feels so good!” she squealed as she felt herself begin to get wet again.
“Baby,” Brian said, “I’m haven’t even started, yet.” He worked another finger inside, her pussy stretching to accommodate his fingers. “There,” he said to himself as he slid a third finger into her tight cunt. He leaned in to kiss her lips. She opened her mouth accepting his action; she could taste and smell herself all over him like he was her marked property. He removed his pants, revealing his dickhead poking through the flap of his boxers.
Niya was amazed at the size of his dickhead and it intimidated her. It was almost the size of her fist and she now understood why he said that he would never fit.
As Brian removed his boxers, he noticed her looking at it and saw a touch of fear in her eyes. “Don’t worry, Ny-Ny, I’ll be gentle, Baby,” he said as he crawled on top of her. He kissed her lightly on her eyelids as he rubbed her nipple softly. He grabbed both of her soft tits and squeezed them together, trying to suck and lick both nipples simultaneously. He nibbled her earlobe and kissed her neck. Her nipples stood erect as she felt his hot breath on her neck.
This was so hot to Niya, she couldn’t control herself. She began to grind her wet pussy on his stomach. “Brian, please don’t tease me like this! FUCK ME!”
Brian looked at the erotic torture in her face. ‘God, she’s beautiful,’ he thought as he studied her pouty expression. “You think you can handle me, Niya?” He whispered smiling at where this was about to head.
“Brian, you know I can handle anything, I need you inside of me. I feel so empty!” Niya cried as she tried to grind harder to put pressure on her burning clit.
“I don’t think you can,” Brian said smugly, pulling back from her grinding pussy. He almost felt sorry for her as he watched her face give a look of betrayal.
“Briaaaannn, stop teasing me!” Niya moaned into his ear, her body on fire.
Brian rubbed his dickhead on her hot pussy, up and down her slit. “How bad do you want my dick?” Brian asked feeling that he was teasing himself as much as he was teasing her.
“I want it so bad, Brian!” Niya moaned as she tried once more to grind her pussy onto him, again he pulled back.
“Do you need it, Niya? Do you need to feel my white dick pounding your little pussy until you cum so hard that you can barely walk?” Brian asked, gentleman mode was before she tortured and teased him for the last few months.
“Yes, I need it Brian!” Niya said, feeling for once in her life, out of control.
“You’d have to earn it,” he said as he pressed his dickhead on her hard clit.
“What? What do I have to do? I’d do anything, just fuck me, PLEASE!” Niya cried, surrendering all control.
“Well, for starters: Quit walking around in skimpy clothes and act like you don’t want me, I’ll take that as a green light, understand? I’ll take it whether your offering or not.” Brian said loving the rush he was getting from his dominance over her.
“Yes, I understand,” Niya said as she felt him position himself right at her slick entrance.
“Second, I want some of those guy numbers deleted out of your cell phone. Once I fuck you, that’s it, you’re mine, forever. Are you ready for that?” He said as his hard blue eyes stared into her soft brown ones.
“Yes, Brian, I’m read-” Niya began, but wasn’t able to complete her sentence before he slammed into her, down to the hilt. Niya felt searing pain and she cried out.
Brian was caught in the moment, but at that moment, he felt terrible. He looked down and saw his ebony goddess with her eyes welling up with tears and her teeth clenched in pain. “Oh, shit, Niya! I’m so sorry, Baby!” He said as he slowly withdrew from her pussy, streaks of blood on his dick. He kissed her neck and her lips in apology. “I didn’t mean to do it, I was just wrapped up, I’ll never do anything like that again,” Brian promised as she looked up at him and smiled. She reached down and grabbed his softening dick; she began to stroke it back to life as she guided him to her entrance.
“It’s okay, I’ll be fine, let’s just take it a little slower this time,” Niya said as she used her legs to slowly push him inside of her. Brian began to slowly pump on his own, barely able to move due to her pussy confining him. Niya began to meet his thrusts. “Ooh, Brian! Fuck me harder! Make me yours! Mmm, yes!” She screamed as he began to pound her tight pussy with vigor.
“Oh shit, Niya! You’re so fucking tight! Ah! GOD, YOU’RE A FUCKING ANGEL!” Brian yelled, not believing how wonderful she felt.
Niya bit into his shoulder as she felt her third orgasm approach. Her pussy began to contract on his massive dick. “AH, AH, AH, NIYA, I’M ABOUT TO CUM!” Brian yelled as he began to pull out. ” NO!” Niya yelled as she pushed him back inside of her just in time to fill her pussy with cum. “Oh my God, that was great!” She said as he collapsed on top of her. Brian rolled over, spent, as he watched her squeeze his cum from her pussy onto her fingers and lick and suck them clean. As she watched his expression, she smiled.
Brian felt his cock twitch, he looked down and said, “Damn girl, we’re just getting started.”

This was it. The much-hyped and ever-anticipated Pay-Per-View event for the month of January. The WWF deemed it the ‘Royal Rumble’, based on the main event Battle Royal involving 30 wrestlers all vying for a shot at the WWF Championship at Wrestlemania in March. It was something more for me, though. I would make sure of it.
I strolled around backstage, whistling contentedly to myself. I was virtually swimming in the best the company had to offer here, names like Steve Austin and Triple H. Some were training diligently, others talking about their respective matches, while still others seemed care-free and even bored. Working here for years had dulled my awe in seeing these celebrities, but on big nights like these I still found myself a little star-struck. Few of them knew who I was, but it didn’t bother me. How could they be expected to remember a lowly stagehand such as myself?
Due to recent surreal events involving a variety of WWF divas and myself, I was a tad distracted from the full spectacle of the Rumble. I was ‘on the prowl’, as it were, for another lovely young woman to add to my mental list of conquests. A very male way of looking at the situation, to be sure, but I could hardly be anything but myself. After fucking the likes of Trish Stratus and Lita you’d be pretty full of yourself too.
As I was passing one of the dull grey locker room doors, a hand reached out and grabbed me by the arm. Surprised, I tried to pull away, but the grip managed to yank me inside the room. Suddenly, I was face-to-face with Stephanie McMahon Helmsley, daughter of Vince McMahon himself (the head honcho of the company) and regular on television. She was an attractive woman, with long brown hair and a respectably feminine physique. Recently, she had shelled out the big money for breast implants. The cash had been well-utilized, since now she had a mammoth set of mammaries which seemed slightly out-of-place on her demure frame.
“I’ve heard all about you.” she said, eyeing me suspiciously.
“Oh?” I was more than a little intimidated. She could fire me in a second if she saw fit.
“Messing around with all the girls, hmm?” she put a hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side.
“Umm… well…”
“You think you can get away with that? Do you?” the inflection in her voice was one of disdain.
“I dunno… I was just-”
She cut me off sharply, “I could put you out of work right now if I wanted, you know.” Her words echoed my previous thoughts. Hardly a good sign.
“Trust me, I know.”
“Oh, do you? Way ahead of me, huh?”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I-”
“Shut up, you idiot. I’m not going to fire you. Yet.”
I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, “So what can I do for you, ma’am?”
She ignored the question, “I’m sure you think you’re something special now. Fucking Stacy and Molly, and all the rest.”
“Well…” I trailed off. I couldn’t think of anything to say. She stepped closer to me, close enough that I could smell her sweet perfume. I was tempted to stare at her gigantic tits through her purple blouse, but resisted the urge.
“Were they good?”
“Huh?”
“Were they good? A good lay for you?”
The blank look on my face was no doubt serving to enforce her belief in me as a total moron, but I couldn’t seem to coax any words from my mind. This fact didn’t stop her from continuing to belittle me.
“You’re not even that good-looking, you know. How did you manage to convince them all to screw you? Or did you just have your way through force?” she turned her nose up at me.
“Look, I didn’t know you’d be so upset ma’am. I never would have done anything if I’d known.” My excuses were transparent at best.
“Shut up. I think you know what you have to do now.”
I hadn’t the slightest idea. I stood there silently; looking completely stupid.
“You have to fuck me, dumbass.”
“What?” I was taken aback by her statement.
“You don’t think you can have all that pussy without satisfying me, do you?”
“Is this some kind of trick, ma’am?” I knew Vince was infamous for his treacherous and sadistic methods of firing employees, perhaps his daughter was much the same.
“The trick is that you’d better do what I tell you or you’re history, hotshot. Now take off your pants.”
I made no move to obey, still in shock.
“Take them off now.” she pointed at my crotch.
Realizing my job was on the line, I hastily removed my belt and let my pants drop to the floor. Clad in boxers and a plaid green shirt in front of Stephanie was hardly how I thought this night would turn out, but if she was serious about her orders than I could hardly complain. Many male WWF fans thought she was the most attractive female on our programming. Her attitude left something to be desired both in and out of the storyline, however.
“And those.” she motioned at my underwear.
I slid my black boxers to my ankles as well, exposing my flaccid prick to her gaze.
“Mmmm… Not bad. I’ve had better, but it’ll do. Off with the rest.”
I was soon stark naked in front of Stephanie, who strolled over to lock the door behind me. She was quite leisurely in her movements, leading me to believe she had been in this situation before.
“Now take off my clothes.” she ordered. I was relieved at this development, because if she was going to humiliate and fire me she would’ve done it while I was nude and she was still fully-dressed.
I moved up to her slowly, cautiously. She made no effort to resist as I unzipped her leather skirt and let it drop to the floor. She was wearing a pair of green panties with some sort of floral design on them, but my vantage point from between her huge breasts was questionable. She raised her arms above our heads as I stripped her blouse from her, exposing a black bra which barely managed to cover the gigantic mounds of flesh atop her chest.
“What do you think?” she asked, spinning around in her mismatched undergarments. I caught a look at her plump ass as she did, and my cock twitched with excitement.
Stephanie’s eyes roamed down to my thickening shaft, “Never mind. I guess I know what you think.” That said, she dropped to her knees and reached out to grasp my dick in her small hands. As she began to knead the flesh, I grew to full mast. She cupped my hairy balls, fondling them gingerly and cooing at the sight of my package in her face.
“Should I suck it?” she asked, batting her pretty eyes at me.
“Sure.” I blurted out, ever the bumbling idiot.
Stephanie leaned her head closer at licked at the bulbous head, causing me to moan in encouragement. She trailed her wet tongue down the shaft and drew one of my nuts into her warm mouth, rolling it about and coating it in saliva. She switched to the other and repeated the same process on it. I watched in awe as the daughter of my boss held my sack in her mouth, clad in only her underwear. This was a moment I never considered would occur, even considering my various couplings with the other WWF ladies.
She soon abandoned my balls and returned to the meat of my prick, drawing the length deeply into her throat. Her tongue swirled around the crown and her hands grasped at the base of the shaft. She had obvious experience in this field, using her mouth in ways I’d never heard of to milk the cum from my nuts. I threw my head back and ran my hands through her long dark hair, urging her to continue her efforts. She doubled them, deep-throating my cock and burying her nose in my pubic hair.
“I can’t last much longer.” I managed to gasp, causing her to withdraw from my organ and rise to her feet.
“It’s your turn. Lick my pussy.” she pushed me to the floor and slid her emerald panties down her legs. Her cunt was covered in a thick black bush, but this fact didn’t stop me from spreading the pink lips and sliding my tongue across it’s wetness. She tasted oddly sweet as I thrust my tongue against her folds, drawing a series of yelps and groans from above. She lay down on the floor, placing her gorgeous legs as wide apart as they could go and spreading her pussy with her fingers to encourage me.
I buried my tongue in her cunt, lapping at the clit and inserting a finger into her depths with relative ease. Stephanie moaned as I did, bucking her hips to meet my invading digit. I happily continued my oral ministrations until she pushed me away.
“That wasn’t half bad. I can see why the other girls let you get away with your little plans.” she looked down at me across the mountains of her tits and over her flat, pale stomach, “Now you’re going to fuck me.”
I obediently positioned the head of my cock at her juicy entrance. She nodded her approval, and I slid inside her pulsating cunt to the hilt. The walls of her pussy gripped at me mercilessly, further cementing her status as a veteran in the sex art. I guess all those ’slut’ chants from the fans weren’t so far off-base.
“Yeah, fuck me good. Give it to me.” she grunted. I slipped out halfway, then plunged back in as hard as I could. I figured if I was going to impress Steph, I would need to be a tad more rough than I usually was. Soon, I was pistoning into her cunt with abandon. She was grinding back against my thrusts, gripping my hips and crying out in pleasure. I was fast approaching orgasm, and I blurted out that fact to inform her.
“I’m not done with you yet,” she yelped, “pull out.”
I withdrew from her dripping snatch with a loud squishing noise. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, loosing the biggest set of tits I’d ever seen in my life. They were unbelievably huge, topped with giant pink nipples which stood out at lengths I’d never imagined. I reached down and squashed one in my hand, watching the excess creamy white flesh pour out between my fingers. There was no possible way I could grasp the entire globe with one hand, it was far too big.
“Have you ever had anal sex?” she asked, smiling at me. I nodded in reply, entranced by her breasts.
“Good. I love it, so we’ll do it.” she flipped over and planted herself on all fours, sticking her ample posterior out at me. I gripped the soft cheeks and spread them apart, exposing her puckered brown starfish.
“You like that?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder. I nodded again, “Then fuck it.”
On that order, I grabbed my dick and prodded at her asshole. Stephanie helped by spreading her cheeks with her hands and pushing back to accept my length into her bowels. I slid past the sphincter, eliciting a small cry of pain from my victim. I was spellbound by the sight of my cock as it was gobbled up by her anus, and before I knew it I was embedded to the base.
“God, that feels good.” she groaned, “Now fuck my ass.”
I obliged, withdrawing slowly and thrusting forward again. The muscles in her ass were exceptionally strong, pulling at my dick in an attempt to draw it farther in. I fucked her rear end in earnest, watching in amazement as my member appeared and dissapeared in regular intervals between the soft white cheeks of her ass.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit, that’s good. Fuck it harder, deeper. Come on, fuck it!” Stephanie had the mouth of a sailor, unleashing a flurry of obscenities as she bucked against me. She continued to spread her ass for me, and she was quite a sight with her tits squashed against the floor and her face buried in the carpet, round behind raised in the air and pulled wide apart by her tiny hands.
“I’m gonna cum!” I held out as long as I could, but the contractions of her ass and her dirty language were pushing me over the edge.
“Not yet, not yet!” she pulled away. My cock slid from her rectum with a pop. It was covered in a mix of pussy and anal juices, but she drew it back into her warm mouth. With a few swift movements, Stephanie was lying on her back once more and I was straddling her chest. She covered my dick in slobber, then released it from between her lips.
“I want you to come on my face. So slide that hot cock between my tits and let’s finish this.” she placed my organ between her mountainous breasts, then engulfed it by pushing the two globes together. The purple head barely managed to peek out near her throat, and she bent her head down to lick at it.
I began to slide my spit-covered cock between her breasts, watching as they bounced and jiggled with even the slightest movement. She urged me on, sticking her tongue out to lap at the head. I fucked her tits with a growing degree of force, my eyes glued to the sight of her face contentedly ready to be covered in cum. I held out only a few seconds. With one final push, my cock began shooting jets of white goo onto Stephanie’s waiting tongue and face. The first few spurts landed on her forehead and nose, then reduced in intensity to coat her lips and outstretched tongue. I collapsed in exhaustion beside her. Stephanie smeared the cum with her fingers and licked them clean, commenting on how sweet it tasted.
“I guess you can keep your job.” she said, licking her lips and smiling happily.
“Thanks.” I replied.
“On one condition: You come back for more when I say.”
It seemed I became more and more popular with every passing day around these parts, “Okay.”
* * *
I walked into my hotel room, tossing my keys onto the nearby table and removing my jacket. My cat, Ziegfried, came trotting from behind a corner and rubbed up against my leg. I bent down to stroke him.
“How was your night, Zieg?” I asked. He purred happily in reply.
“Oh, I just fucked the boss’ daughter in every way I know of.” I grinned at him, “All in all the best night of my life, just like I told you it would be.”
I watched the replay of the Rumble that evening, despite the fact that I would have to be up early to drive to the next stop on the WWF’s schedule the following night. My life had made a major U-turn in the past two weeks or so, and the Pay-Per-View served as a sort of quiet celebration to me. I went from being a complete nobody to perhaps the only man who had screwed such a diverse range of the WWF’s female roster. I was proud of myself.
Soon, I drifted off to sleep and into a world of dream. Was there a fate holding sway over me anymore? I doubted it. I can’t say I remember what I dreamt about, but it was definitely something of my own choosing.

Innocent Dee continues her gradually deepening affair, captive of her hunger for more adulterous sex. Read Chapters 1 and 2 to catch up. Just click on my name and go to the link. And, please vote!
I awoke at six on Saturday morning after a dream-filled night. My couple of hours the afternoon before at designer Jack Taylor’s house, rutting like a mink, had placed me on a sexual plateau from which I’d not yet descended. And he’d be here at ten today! I exulted to myself, trying unsuccessfully to quell my excitement. He was coming to discuss our house remodel project with my husband Frank and me. My pulse rate spiked each time I reflected on our time together the day before. My God! I thought heatedly, how exquisitely our bodies had meshed! After leaving him shortly before six o’clock, I’d stopped at the bank, then for Chinese food for Frank and me, since I’d wanted to eat quickly and clean the house a bit. At midnight I’d put away the vacuum cleaner and gone to bed, not waking Frank.
After grabbing a quick coffee and roll this morning, I’d showered, shaved my legs, fixed my hair, and done my makeup. I even did my toenails with dark rust polish. Crystal earrings with hanging rust and white glass discs highlighted the color of my eye shadow and matched my straight, frosted, dark hair. I wanted to look casual, though very sexy for Jack this Saturday morning, so I chose my clothes carefully. To make me feel secretly desirable underneath, I put on a new black, lacy pushup bra and boy-cut lace panties that showed the bottom of my butt cheeks. For an informal meeting, flare-legged, hip hugger blue jeans would work, I thought, with white, high-heeled sandals. On top I wore the new white pinstripe duster shirt I’d gotten the previous week. It’s a cotton, form-fitting, long-sleeved blouse ending at mid-thigh, with sleeves slightly flared at the cuffs. It has a long, pointed collar, nearly as wide as my shoulders, and a gradual, deeply plunging neckline that ends two inches below the navel. I have a really nice, “innie” belly button and wanted to tantalize him with it.
Without an undershirt of some kind, though, there would have been a daring, nude vee from the collar to the top of my pants, with a lot of generous breast cleavage showing. So, for modesty, underneath I added a rust-colored, knit tank top with cropped tail. With the duster shirt fastened by a hook-and-eye just below my breasts, I was covered, with just a sliver of my tummy showing sexily at the bottom of the placket. Turning around, I noticed that it hugged my bottom nicely, though facing the mirror again I lustfully wondered what a diamond stud would look like, flashing from my navel. Gosh, you’re getting silly, Deirdre! I thought.
Frank got up about nine and showered. “Morning, kiddo,” he mumbled. “House looks great. So do you. Up late?”
“Mmm, no,” I fudged. “Just cleaned up a little. Want a bite to eat?”
“Yeah, thanks. How long’s this gonna’ take?” he asked.
“What, the meeting? I don’t know. We’ll have to see,” I said. “Why?”
“Got a tee time at 12:30. Bruce got a foursome together. I’ll be gone all day,” he said.
“Oh, Frank! Jack Taylor’s going to need a lot of information from us!” I admonished, handing him a cup of coffee. “We can’t just blow him off with a ’sorry, gotta’ go play golf now’!”
“Honey, it’s a business game! New prospects! Bruce promised a bonus if I can sell ‘em,” Frank said, speaking of his fat, overbearing, lecherous boss.
“Alright, but Jack’s not the kind of guy you can put off!” I warned, sounding as if I knew my patient quite well.
“Ah, he’s a businessman. He’ll understand,” Frank allowed. “Besides, if he wants to do our project, he’ll have to march to our tune!” he said, arrogantly, munching on a croissant.
From what I’d seen of Jack, I thought, he did very little marching to anyone else’s tune. If pushed beyond his affable limits, I surmised, he could be a formidable opponent.
A few minutes later he arrived. My pulse rate doubled, and my crotch started its throbbing cadence. I beamed a smile as I let him in and he returned it, saying, “Hi! Beautiful morning, huh! I brought my camera to get some shots of your place.”
“Oh, good thinking!” I said, leading him into the living room and nervously introducing him to Frank.
Jack looked fresh and delightful. He was dressed in tight, tan jeans with a red, wool plaid shirt, snugly covering the muscled upper body that I’d tasted and felt pressed against me the afternoon before. On his feet were brown engineer’s boots, very worn but highly polished. He looked like the guy on the Brawny paper towel roll. I wanted so much to hug him, and got wet as I watched him talk with Frank.
I faded into the background, becoming very quiet, except when asked a question, and compared both of these men whom I’d known intimately. Frank’s about 5′10″, 175, with dark hair, his body growing soft around the edges in that Italian way. He’s a good-looking guy, but the boyishness that attracted me to him in college has been replaced by…a sneering overconfidence – the only way I can put it – and he justifies it by saying it’s “real,” that it’s businesslike, that it’s “no bullshit,” an indelicacy for which I criticize him.
Jack, by contrast, is more quietly confident, not afraid to show a broader range…and depth, of feeling. Aside from his occasionally devilish humor, that quality, coupled with his Anglo Saxon good looks, and the sensitivity in his eyes when he seeks an uncoached response to a question, makes him a very desirable male package. I watched, finding it difficult to stem the palpitations in my tummy, as he sold himself to Frank in his deep, modulated voice.
I’m always amazed at how men interact, particularly when they do business. There’s usually no more than fifteen minutes of small talk, whereas with two women this might take two hours as they settle into one another. Jack didn’t work in the typical male way. He asked us about our ancestors in Italy. Frank’s were from Rome and mine from Milan, the home bases of our respective families. He spoke to Frank about Rome, where as a college student my husband had spent two weeks with relatives. Sounding like a tour guide, he rattled off trivia about the Campo de Fiore, the Spanish Steps, the famous piazzas, Navona and del Popolo, the Via del Corso and a dozen other places. His eyes flashed happily as we became charmed by his humorous anecdotes. Then he cited the work of the sculptor Bernini, whose statuary of Apollo and Daphne had helped inspire his love of the arts and design. “The pathetic part of the tale, of course, is that Apollo’s heart was so pierced with pain for loving a mortal woman that the wound caused a divine, bittersweet memory that lasted forever,” he said softly. This caused Frank to exhale audibly – a bit confused by the touching mythical image – and tears welled in my eyes as an empathic pang shot through my vitals.
Of course, Jack was on his best behavior – calling me Dee rather than Dee Dee – and his attention had been focused almost exclusively on my husband. Then he turned to me, extolling the virtues of La Scala opera in Milan and the Italian Alpine region above it, about which I know little. My Gosh! my mother would be captivated by this man, I marveled! His glance lingered on me for a moment when he stated that we should one day travel to Italy, stimulating a throb…and moisture…in my crotch as he spoke of the beauties of Lago di Como and other sites.
Frank was nonplussed, though impressed by his worldliness, and Jack launched into his design philosophy. Following that we talked specifics – with Frank being very didactic – and Jack took voluminous notes, recording our detailed wishes about lifestyle and how it would be enhanced by the house remodel. We also talked about plans for a family, and how they’d affect the remodel design. An hour later the three of us did a slow walkthrough, and Jack saw each of the rooms, closely examining the nature and quality of existing materials in the house.
Finally, Frank excused himself, saying that he was being picked up about noon for his golf game. It was 11:45 and Jack stated that he wanted to get detailed measurements, take pictures – inside and out – and perhaps look in the basement and attic, since they might be affected by the design. Frank shrugged, and said, “Well, stay and do what you need to do. Okay with you, Dee?” I nodded assent, and a horn sounded out front. “That’s Bruce. Nice to meet you, Jack. Dee, give him my office numbers and e-mail address. Gotta’ go,” he said, breaking the heady mood as he had for so many years, and left.
“Well,” Jack exhaled, “I can work better with just you, anyway,” he said, watching as Frank loaded his golf clubs in Bruce’s car and then walking into the dining room. “Shall we start with measurements?”
I put a hand on one hip, smiled and, suddenly feeling very wicked, said, “I’m 34C-24-36.” I waited to see what he’d do, acting casual but with my insides in turmoil.
“You know, that’s about what I figured,” Jack grinned, visibly relaxing as he leaned against our mirrored armoire in the dining room. “Sorry I wasn’t more specific,” he said, rather contritely, appearing hesitant to approach me in my own home.
I walked to him, slowly, and put my hands on his hips, looking up into his clear blue eyes. “Want a bite to eat, Jack? I haven’t had a thing since six.”
“Not just yet,” he whispered, and we kissed for the first time this day, gently running our hands over each other. Though internally tense, I felt strangely in control, partly because of my familiar surroundings, but also because Jack and I had hours to spend together. What I couldn’t control was the way my body reacted to him. As before, our first kiss led to more, and our hands relentlessly traced the wondrous topography, the hills and valleys, of our hungry, undulating bodies.
The hook on my duster was the first to be released, then the button and zipper on Jack’s jeans. My shirt was drawn over my head, and his pants fell to the floor. My cropped tank top was still on, with my breasts pushing up – tingling from want of his hands – and a generous portion of my olive flesh shone above my pants. We grappled for a moment, seemingly testing one another to see whose appetite was the greater. I think Jack let me win, since he raised his hands in a helpless gesture as I yanked down his plaid boxers and – uttering a low cry – grasped his tumescent cock and jammed it into my mouth with an “Uuunghk.”
My emotions of the past two hours had tortured me. At first, when Jack had charmed us with his knowledge of Italy, I was mesmerized and fantastically high. Later, when discussing remodeling details – things that once had seemed of paramount importance to me – my mood had crashed and they’d lost their high priority. Each time Jack had made a point, Frank had attempted to dispute him or second guess his judgment. Whether this was due to male ego, the “negotiation dance” or mistrust, I don’t know. Regardless, Jack’s observations seemed based on sound assumptions rather than merely an extension of his…his penis, as it seemed Frank’s were. Then again, I thought, maybe Frank was just trying to save money, without specifically saying it. All I wanted out of the project was…what I wanted. And, I was more than willing to pay any price for it.
Jack was included in the package, of course. In early morning I’d launched into fantasies about having him supervise the project on a daily basis, being here after Frank went to work, when we could discuss each day’s plans, after which I could arrive at the office on time. Each day, of course, I could do with him what I was doing now: slowly sucking on him noisily, humming quietly in my throat as I engulfed his wonderful cock, and dragging my full lips off of it slowly, stopping and tonguing just as they caressed his coronal ridge.
I looked to my left in the mirror on the armoire door next to us – just a foot away – and, for the first time in my life, watched myself worship a man’s penis orally. Jack watched me look and, as I glanced up at him, he placed his hands lightly on my head, weaving his fingers into my hair, and groaned. I was so pleased that he could see me pleasure him this way that I exaggerated each of my moves for his benefit. First, I lifted his cock up to bare his large balls to me so that I could place one in my mouth, then the other, just holding them there and swirling my tongue slightly to massage each of the tender orbs. Then I pushed my face between his legs to lick him behind his scrotum, slowly, five or six times, tasting the rich, acrid dew that had gathered there in his tight pants.
Jack was breathing heavily and moaning, trying to watch me through slitted eyes, while looking at me from above as well as at our side image in the mirror. I grew emboldened at his sounds and pulled off of him to whisper, “Mmm, Jack…sweetheart…I’m really going to suck your cock now,” and slurped my mouth back onto him. I watched my upper lip stretch over his huge, shiny glans while my tongue lapped at him underneath over my drooling lower lip. Stirred by the licentious sight, I pulled off again and murmured, “I want you to fuck my hot mouth…want you to cum…want you to cum…all over me.” After mouthing him again, I rasped, “I want to feel…smell…drink your cum, darling,” which caused him to issue a little, high-pitched cry from his throat, a sound very unlike Jack. Feeling like an absolute slut, I then proceeded to take him into my throat, slowly. As I had on Friday, I placed his cock head at the top of my throat after a deep breath and swallowed several times, each time gaining a bit of depth, until I needed to breathe again. With my tongue dropped low, I again pushed slowly onto him, wanting to take all of his length…but in this position I couldn’t. He was just too large…too thick for my throat.
As I pulled off of him again to breathe and stroke him wetly with my hand, Jack groaned, “Dee Dee…sweetness…let me touch you,” and pulled my top off to bare my uplifted, bra-covered breasts. I quickly unfastened the bra and threw it aside, my tits heaving with excitement, and Jack leaned down over me to cup their hot flesh in his loving hands, kneading them and rolling my protruding nipples between thumbs and fingers. “My God, you’re so beautiful!” he said, which caused me to gush juice into my panties. I’ll have to put in my diaphragm soon, I thought, unless I can…mmm, and I renewed my sucking of Jack, which caused him to straighten up and crane his neck to the ceiling, once again issuing a long, drawn-out moan.
A new lascivious impulse occurred to me. I unbuttoned my jeans and quickly slipped them down over my thighs, leaving enough room for me to touch myself. The fingers on one hand found my erect clit, which I soon began rubbing with juices slurped up from my pussy, causing me to accompany Jack with my moaning. I glanced in the mirror and hardly recognized the twisted, wanton expression on my face as I then looked up, beseeching him to understand how much I wanted his seed. “Now, Jack. I want you to cum all over me!” I again grunted sluttishly, something that a few days before I’d never in my life imagined. With a vengeance, I then began sucking as much of him as I could – masturbating myself with one hand – while rapidly plunging my drooling mouth on and off of him and jacking off his exposed cock with my other hand. The glass discs on my earrings clattered together as my head bobbed against his crotch. I stroked his hardness with twisting motions, remembering that the first penis I’d touched – my first boyfriend’s in college – had responded favorably to such ministrations. Jack responded similarly. His hips began to flex, yet he was careful – mindful of my small, shallow mouth – and tempered his thrusts so that I could control them. I watched as his balls gradually pulled up into his body and I knew that he was getting close, further indicated by his sharp, staccato panting. And finally he pulled from me and took his tool into his own hand, grunting out his joy…and his cum.
“Ha-aah! Ha-aah! Ha-aah!” he moaned, as I diddled myself furiously, trying to catch up to him. I opened my mouth as widely as I could and stuck out my tongue, wanting to capture gobs of his delicious juice as they poured forth. I felt the first flash of my own orgasm start as a thick rope of hot cum shot from Jack’s cock to land in my hair and plaster itself down over my face. He pointed his member lower, and this time aimed a powerful blast at my right cheek, then another jet that flew down into my mouth and onto my chest. Its heat, its smell, its taste all combined to help me reach my climax, and I threw myself at his groin and absorbed at least four more spurts of thick, viscous jizzum on my tongue and upper body. As my orgasm began to wane, I mouthed him deeply and sucked forcefully so as to drink whatever was left of him, so obscenely starved was I for his taste.
We gasped the last of our passion, and I discovered that my legs had gone to sleep due to my kneeling position. As Jack’s hands continued to stroke my cum-streaked hair, I looked in the mirror and was shocked to see the mess on myself. Rivulets of sperm dribbled from my chin and nipples. I was what Mandy would call a cum slut! I mused, shivering with guilty delight as Jack dropped to his knees and hugged me close to him, squishing the copious strands of his harvest between us. I’d swallowed what was in my mouth and kissed him, smearing our faces with his spunk, ecstatic at the new degree of intimacy that we’d shared. Yet I wanted so much more.
“Still hungry?” Jack asked softly, nuzzling me in an ear.
“Mmm, yeah, but that snack’ll hold me for a while,” I giggled, a bit embarrassed. I again glanced in the mirror and said, “Uh, can we shower? I feel really grungy, even though it’s your…uuh…”
“My cum,” he said, finishing my sentence. “Yeah, that’d be nice,” he murmered, “but let’s put in your diaphragm first,” he grinned, kissing me.
“Okay. C’mon upstairs,” I said, gathering my clothes and getting unsteadily to my feet.
“Wait a minute,” Jack said. “Take off your shoes and pants. I want to watch you walk up in front of me.” I peeled off my jeans, felt his eyes, and heard his gasp, as all I was wearing were my new black, boy-cut lace panties. “God! Leave those on ’til we get to the bathroom,” he pleaded. I turned to the mirror and looked at myself over my shoulder and thought, yeah, girl, you look pretty hot! As we walked slowly upstairs, with me moving liquidly to accentuate my hips and bottom, Jack murmured, “Jesus, Dee Dee, your whole body is exquisite, but…your legs! You’re phenomenal.”
I felt on top of the world – so wanted! – as we proceeded up the stairs, with Jack licking and nipping softly at my cheeks as we made our way. In the bathroom I ran a comb through my hair to break through the knots of cum. Jack peeled down my panties and kissed all over my bottom as I did this, licking between my cheeks and tonguing my rectum, which caused me first to gasp –
wanting to pull away – yet, after thinking about it, I wiggled back toward his talented tongue and let him take his time deeply probing my private, nasty hole. I don’t know how long we did this, but I remember gasping and groaning and gripping the cold basin ’til my fingers hurt as – in the mirror – I watched my panting, slack-jawed face register the pleasures of his sodomizing tongue. When we finally broke, I pranced away for a moment to get my new diaphragm from its secret place in my small dressing room.
I’d never before used a diaphragm, having no need for one given Frank’s sterility, so was a novice. Though my gynecologist had shown me how to apply spermicidal gel and insert the device, Jack showed me how to fold it between two fingers, with a third finger on a folded end to keep the slippery, springy thing from shooting across the room. I sat on the toilet with it poised in one hand and spread my legs, and Jack interrupted me for a moment to lick and suck at my pussy noisily, shooting flashes of joy through me. I could just imagine what it’d be like living with this man! I reflected. Soon the “trampoline” was in, as Jack called it, and we were ready to bathe. As the water warmed up, I looked at my face and upper body and marveled that the dried, silvery streaks left by Jack’s cum could actually help life begin. Mandy called them “snail tracks,” I remembered, and I was momentarily saddened by the fact that we were using contraception, especially such a primitive method as the diaphragm. Once it was inside me and seated, I washed the gel from my fingers and put up my hair to keep it from getting wet.

Last year James and I decided to visit a resort in Oregon that catered to cuckold couples. We found the hotel advertised on an Internet cuckold site. It looked interesting and we decided to check it out. It catered only to cuckold couples only and supplied guaranteed healthy bulls for the Mistresses to enjoy.
They had advertised on the cuckold’s sites on the Internet. They stated that they had twenty guest rooms and forty guaranteed healthy Bulls of different races.
They had black Bulls, white Bulls and even Mexican Bulls plus two oriental Bulls. There are plenty Real men to choose from.
After checking in and putting our belongings into our room, we were invited to a show of the goods at an open luncheon to view the Bulls and choose the ones we wanted first. It was an event to equal any modeling agency review.
The black bulls were the most popular. They had ten of them. Their dongs hang at least nine-inches.
The Mexican Bulls were the second favorites, I think. There were at least two white Bulls that caught my eye and one Oriental.
I wrote my choices on a card the establishment had given each woman upon registration.
James was great at pointing out the extra special parts that would help me find a man that would rock my world.
After the little show, the maitre d’ took up the cards, which also had the room number on it. He reviewed my choices and told me about each of the men I had chosen. I think James was more excited than I!
“How many of these do you want at a time, Ma’am?”
“Let’s start out with the first one and the last one,” I told him. He smiled as if he knew something I didn’t. That pushed a chill down my spine and I took a sip of my vodka gimlet.
“Fresh men to please my Lady, I can hardly wait to get back to the room to see what the first one does to make you feel fulfilled!” he blushed.
He hadn’t seen my picks. He had no idea what type of men I had chosen. But I knew whom he would like to see me with.
There is no dress code here; women are encouraged to wear