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Author’s Notes: Hi! This is my first submission to this site ever! This story is based on Greek Mythology, specifically the story of Hades and Persephone. In case you didn’t know, Hades the king of the underworld and the richest of the gods took Persephone against her will to be his wife. My favorite myth! 🙂 Now, I’m not perfect, so please forgive any spelling and grammar errors. Oh, and there won’t be any sex in this chapter, but there will be eventually. 🙂

Chapter One

The maiden happily wandered around the field, picking pretty flowers and shaping them into garlands. Laughing nymphs followed, gossiping and jesting in the sunlight.

“Junko,” one of the nymphs said as she approached the maiden, her nude form adorned with lowers and leaves from the tree she lived in. “Your dear mother must be concerned.” Her plump and pouty mouth was in an untrustworthy grin.

Trying not to pay the nymph too much attention, but not wanting to seem rude, the maiden plucked up a tiny yellow bloom and gave a distracted sounding, “Huh?” She shrugged. “Why? Because her former husband was so courtly to me the last time we met?”

Another nymph blurted out something Junko had been told all her life, yet never believed. “He’s your father! He doesn’t act like it, though, giving you lecherous looks!”

Junko paused her flower picking quest to sternly stare at that brazen creature of nature. “Mother told me I had no father. She is a goddess; she does not require a man to have a baby.”

The first nymph stuck her tongue out at Junko. “Like a child you always argue this point. Everyone knows the king of the sky is your father.”

Flipping some of her waist-length pink wavy hair out of her face, Junko decided to throw her hard earned garlands at the nymph and stomp her dainty dirty foot. “You are so rude! Why do I socialize with you?!”

When Junko stalked away the nymphs called out to her with laziness in their tones; none of them really cared where she went. It was assumed a goddess could care for herself, and the island they lived on was amazingly safe.

***

She really didn’t understand why her dear mother, Kazue the harvest and fertility goddess, would tell her one important fact, while everyone else had a completely different version. Someone had to be a liar in this case, but Junko knew her mother would never lie.

Still fuming about the bewilderment, Junko tried to gather more flowers. It was her goal to think of more pleasant things, to try to return to her normal cheerful self. That’s the reason why people liked her; she was perky. At least, that is what Kazue always said. For a moment, as Junko was crouching over a pretty flower that seemed to glitter in the sunlight, she thought she could sense an odd satisfaction from being angry. It almost . . . Hurt in a way that felt good. She wanted to kick someone, but there was a peculiar adrenaline rushing through her. Did emotional masochism truly exist?

Junko straightened back up to her full height, which was not a very intimidating height. Around five feet tall, most of the gods towered over the girl whom was probably the youngest of the immortals. She stared at her delicately shaped hand and its slender fingers. Her skin was rather pale for a creature that spent almost all of her time outdoors.

Kazue had told her that on the day she was born, the joyful mother laid Junko in an enchanted crib made of ivory and pearls, decorated with many white flowers. On that day Kazue admired the baby’s soft and smooth skin and declared that her child shall never gain a dark tan because she had always wanted a pale daughter. Junko still slept in a bed of ivory and pearls, when she did sleep in her mother’s greenhouse of a palace. Usually she slept under a tree of the island’s forests. Every living thing there seemed to love her. It was her mother’s island; the concept made sense to everyone.

A little thought popped into her head. What sort of things would happen in the future? Things have always been the same. Kazue went off to perform her work or do business with other deities, while Junko remained behind. Traveling other places was rare. Recently the mother and daughter went to the palace in the sky to see the king named Shou. He had requested it, claiming to be curious about Kazue’s daughter. It had been a brief and awkward visit. The god really did look at Junko like she was a very tasty fruit, ready to be sliced into pieces and devoured slowly. The maiden had no idea what sort of thoughts she should have about him.

They had met the sky queen, and she was not friendly. She looked at Junko like she was a piece of feces stuck to her bare foot. Kazue had tried to keep her bitlis escort daughter as far away as possible. It was the strangest thing in the world to Junko. Nobody had ever been so unkind to her. It was frightening.

Warmth seeped into her bare back. Junko blinked and pulled a red flower up. She looked down at her almost nude body. Perhaps something in her form was displeasing? Junko shrugged, realizing her anger was gone, and the adrenaline was too. She rather missed the feeling.

Her wide blue eyes scanned the grass and flowers, noting some insects and a few small birds. There were so many colors, blue, yellow, pink . . . and black? Quickly she ran to the black thing she had spotted. Never before had she seen a black flower. Junko knelt on the ground to stare at the unconventional thing.

It reminded her of a black rose, but roses typically grew from a bush or something similar, with other buds, and black roses simply did not exist. This flower was held up by little more than a tall single stem rooted to the earth, with no thorns and small pale green leaves. The dark flower was amazingly large, and had a beautiful hint of another color. Junko used a fingertip to trace the thin blood red lines on the edges of the petals. She immediately fell in reasonable admiration with the flower; this particular bloom had delightfully soft petals, like the skin of a baby’s foot. Junko had little experience with babies, but she had touched one when she was a child. Her mother had been showing her what these things called mortals were, and the goddesses had been invisible at the time.

Having no idea what to do with the black and red thing, Junko settled for sitting on her bare backside and regarding the plant with a dreamy smile. Idly her fingers played with the cloth of her only garment, a long white cotton sash wrapped around her midsection, from just below her small breasts to her belly button. This flower was too beautiful to be a simple garland. Once the idea came to her, Junko realized she had dropped what few flowers she had been carrying, and didn’t care where they were. Then she thought this flower might work well as an adornment in her sash. She could place a special spell to make it everlasting after she plucked it, and then maneuver it so that it was somewhere in her sash. All the nymphs would be so jealous!

Squealing with delight, Junko reached out to take the rose-like thing. The very second after the flower was officially out of the ground something really amazing, terrifying, and totally unexpected happened. The earth seemed to vibrate, Junko could feel the sensation seep upwards from her backside, up her spine, all the way to her head. She jumped up and looked around her, wanting to find out what this strange vibration was. Was it that thing mortals dealt with, what were they, earthquakes? Her mother had told her that many mortals perished in these things. Junko knew she could never die, but she didn’t want to get hurt.

The young goddess was about to run off for help, but she halted to gawk at the spot she had pulled the flower from. There was a hole, and it slowly grew large enough for an adult tiger to move around in. If there was a bottom to the hole, Junko couldn’t see it. Like a curious idiot, she stepped to the edge and peered into the hole. Nothing but darkness greeted her from it. She scratched her scalp with an index finger, and then she examined the dark flower. It sufficiently distracted her to the point where she stuck the long stem into the front of her garment, right below her bosom.

That girly amusement sealed her fate.

Cold and hard chains of gold flew up from the hole and wrapped themselves around Junko’s slender arms and legs, like cruel vines. Screeching and kicking, the goddess fell into the hole, and saw the brightness fade away until there was nothing else but pitch black space. She knew she was falling, and then her eyes protested to sudden light. The light was mild and a strange red, but it was still light she was not ready for. Soon Junko was falling slower, floating down a round tunnel she had to idea existed until that moment. The red light was moving along the walls, looking like some sort of living liquid that defied gravity.

She had stopped screaming, her throat burning. The chains were tight, but not painful, and they were sliding along her flesh lightly, almost like they were caressing her. Junko made small gasping breaths, coughed a few times too. She stretched her limbs and flexed her toes. Hoarsely the girl made an attempt at words and found that she could not speak without pain.

A new light, a brighter version of the former red, came into her bolu escort vision. Junko pressed her hands into her face, hiding her sensitive eyes, and wept from fear. Then there was darkness again, and she sensed she had stopped floating. Cool firm stone touched her body. She was on some sort of ground. Junko wanted to get up and survey the area, but the unnatural darkness and the silence scared her. Never before had things been so quiet. There were no birds, no squirrels, no buzzing bees, nothing.

She kept crying behind her hands. It was the only proper action she knew of at that point. She would have cried forever if an unfamiliar voice had not reached her ears.

“You do enjoy crying, don’t you?”

The voice was calm, deep, and so very alarming. Junko flinched and pushed her hands against her throat as she stared up at a tall form standing over her. There was some light; it looked like firelight, but there were no typical crackling sounds that fires made.

Her skin buzzing, Junko managed to pull herself up to her knees, noticing that the gold chains were missing. The fact puzzled her for a few seconds, but she chose not to fret about it.

“Where am I?” Junko gazed up at the person, glad her voice had returned. She sounded and felt terrible, but at least she could speak.

His face was a strong one with a square jaw, and in the dimness his eyes and short hair appeared dark. Junko didn’t like his smile. It reminded her of Shou. “You are in my kingdom,” was what he told her.

Junko had met only two immortal kings at that point, Shou the sky god and Umi the ocean god. Naturally she assumed any other kings in the world would be mortals. Uncertain of how to speak with such a creature, Junko gulped down some saliva and made a large fake smile.

Softly the man inquired, “Are you injured, Junko?”

That struck a confused chord in her. Unashamed, she looked into his eyes and tried to see if she could recognize him, which wasn’t likely in her opinion. She had never made herself known to a mortal. Kazue was planning on helping her become the official spring goddess so that mortals may worship her, but that was not meant to happen until Junko was a bit older and more experienced with her magic.

“How do you know my name?” She tilted her head at him like a puppy hearing a new sound. Did she hear him chuckle?

“Your father told me.”

Automatically Junko argued, a bit of ire in her tone, “I have no father! Why does everyone tell me differently?!” Her eyes narrowed in frustration.

The leather of his gloved hand made creepy stretching noises as the man pulled her by her upper arm. When Junko was standing he released her, but not before he allowed his finger a quick stroke of her flesh. It was so rapid that Junko did not notice it.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” She tried to grin at him again, then looked around. They were in a peculiar room, was it a throne room? There was a large chair on a silver and gold dais in the center, and it was made of adamant and what looked to be bones . . . humanoid bones, skulls at the armrests, skeletal hands of many adult sizes layered on the legs and around the backrest, other types of bones too. She trembled and retreated, her body meeting a corner.

“Why did you kill all those people?!” That shrill question was the first thing that popped into her head, and unfortunately it came out her mouth before she could reconsider.

With a mild shrug, the man retorted, “They’re the idiots that tried to change nature.” He walked over to the throne, his steps soft, like he was barefoot. Junko didn’t really know if he was barefoot. A long dark garment was clasped onto one of his broad shoulders with a golden pin encrusted with rubies, and it fell low enough to hide his toes. Whoever this king was, he was rich, and physically strong. His exposed chest and abdomen was sculpted well.

“Do you have any idea who I am?” he asked her, sitting down on the black cushion on the seat of the chair. Junko really hated how he asked the question. He spoke to her like she was a silly little child that had said something amazingly stupid.

“No I don’t, but I think you do.” Junko folded her arms. “I’m the daughter of Kazue, and she will be amazingly concerned once she discovers I’m missing. The last time my mother was upset, the mortals could not harvest their crops for a full month.”

“I really don’t care.” The king leaned back in his throne, his eyes idly wandering around her body. “If she allows her emotions to control her domain, then is a fool.”

Junko stomped her foot at that, flipping her hair. “My mother is not a fool!”

He laughed again. “It doesn’t burdur escort matter.” He looked at a drop of wax that trickled down from one of the two candelabras that sat on two round tables on either side of his throne. “My name is Nori. Do you recognize me now?”

Clueless, Junko just blinked at him and made a pensive hum.

“Little girl? Nobody has told you of me?” There was disbelief in his words. “Well . . . I imagine your mother only told you what she assumed you needed to know. You are immortal, and if I had not brought you here, we would have never met.”

“You brought me here?” Junko glanced down at the flower in her sash. “Why?”

Nori’s answer was to snap his fingers. On the far wall facing the throne, a large circular flat thing appeared. Junko moved to stand beside one of the candelabras and look at it. The object reminded her of a large mirror, only instead of a reflection she saw silver swirling light. Then the image altered itself until Junko saw herself, only a few years ago, when she was only fifteen years old. The younger Junko was climbing a tree, completely nude except for the pale pink fabric wrapped around her legs and thighs.

Junko stared at the image, shocked that a mortal would have such a device. Kazue had something similar, a magic wooden bowl that when filled with water could show the viewer nearly anything from the present or the past.

Suddenly the image changed again. A sixteen year old Junko played catch with a blue river sprite, tossing an apple back and forth. Then a seventeen year old Junko ate breakfast with her mother, enjoying beans, wheat, pears, and pomegranate seeds. Pomegranate seeds were her favorite food. Finally the mirror-like thing reverted back to its silvery state.

The device shimmered as it disappeared into the wall, as if it was being absorbed. Junko gave Nori a politely interested expression, naiveté obvious in her eyes. “Why do you have something like that? I was told only immortals have such things.”

“I am immortal.”

Junko’s lips parted a bit, but then her mind quickly digested the information, and she nodded her head. “I didn’t know that. That’s interesting. You’re a king too? King of what, where are we?”

He didn’t even have the courtesy to look at her, just stared at the wall. “The underworld.”

Leaning in and putting her hand on the backrest of the throne, Junko said to him, “Where’s that?”

“A plane of existence with entrances and exits that lie underground. This is the place the souls of mortals go to when their bodies die.”

This was new information. Junko didn’t know mortals went anywhere when they died, never really thought about it. “That’s just lovely. I like that mortals have a place to go. Soooo . . . Um?” She tried to think of something persuasive to say. “So just take me back home.”

Nori stood then. He twisted his torso to reach for her wrist and without speech he yanked her to him. The nearby candelabra fell off the table and landed on the dais, but the flames somehow snuffed themselves out as soon as the candelabra landed.

Reasonably afraid, Junko yelped as the action took place, and tried to pull herself away in a fruitless attempt. Nori spoke to her in a victorious voice, like he had won a rare prize. “I asked your father for the right to take you as my wife, and he agreed. Actually, I don’t think he really cared about what happened to you, but that doesn’t matter anymore. You’re mine now.”

For a complete minute she just looked at him, mouth agape. She blinked multiple times. She wasn’t exactly sure when she started talking, but she knew to her own ears her words seemed pinched. “I have no father and my mother would never let me be a wife to anyone. She tells me I’m not mature enough.”

He rolled his eyes. “You are little more than a child. That’s true. I still have many purposes for you.” Nori gave her wrist a territorial squeeze. “You will be shown to your new bedchamber.”

Right after he said that two young looking women with stark white skin and lower lips as red as blood entered via a tall doorway; their glossy black hair was arranged into whimsical lobes with hairpins of silver and onyx stone. Humbly they both bowed to Nori and then to Junko’s irritation they bowed to her. She didn’t like how their narrow eyes shone like little balls of flame. She did mentally admit their demure black robes were elegant.

“We will dress you Your Majesty,” one of the women said.

“There are many garments and jewels for your pleasure, Your Majesty,” said the other.

Junko backed up a little; it was a pretty useless action. The two women glided over to her like ghosts, one on each side of the goddess, and took her arms in their tight and manicured fingers. Their hands were so frigid and so strong Junko was forced to walk where they walked. In earnest she protested, kicking and screaming like a child in a tantrum. She was still taken down a hallway she really wanted to avoid.

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Hypnotherapist Dr. Nathan Lyle, Martins Smoking P2

RE-CAP: Martin started going to a Hypnotherapist to help him kick his smoking habit. Although he was not aware Dr. Nathan Lyle used his hypnosis to put Martin under his spell and turn him into a private slave during their appointments.

= = = = = = = = = Week Three — Follow Up to first Hypnosis = = = = = = = = =

—– —– Martin’s Point Of View —– —–

A full week had passed since Martin had last had an appointment with Hypnotherapist Dr. Nathan Lyle. Although he still could not quite remember what had happened in his last appointment with the Hypnotherapist there was no denying the fact that he had not smoked a single cigarette or cigar since the encounter — however he ha started to crave a smoke the day of his meeting with Dr. Lyle. Martin thought that hopefully after having another meeting with his Hypnotherapist that his craving would go away like it had before.

Martin arrived at the building where Dr. Nathan Lyle’s office was and made his way inside. Just as he had done the week earlier and the week before that he took a seat in the waiting room and looked over the room. He had arrived much closer to the time of his appointment this time and was only sitting for a short matter of minutes before the office door opened and the familiar faces of the husband and wife he had seen the last two visits came out. Just like both times before the Hypnotherapist chatted with them and walked them to the door. As Dr. Lyle turned around Martin stood up and they greeted each other with a handshake before heading into the office. Martin took his usual seat as did his Hypnotherapist.

“So — Martin how have you been doing since our last session last week? Have you smoked at all? Had any cravings?” Hypnotherapist Dr. Nathan Lyle asked as he picked up his pad of note paper and a pen.

“Pretty well actually. I have barley had an urge to smoke anything — but I did start getting a craving last night and this morning.” Martin explained still a bit surprised and skeptical on the whole hypnosis concept.

“Well like I told you at our first meeting – the type of hypnosis and conditioning we are working with here isn’t magic it takes time and hard work. I’m not surprised our work isn’t over yet. We may have to keep trying for some time.” Dr. Lyle said brushing a strand of his blonde hair out of his blue eyes.

Although Martin was still very skeptical about hypnosis he couldn’t argue with what results he was aware of so far. He had in fact not craved a smoke for almost bayburt escort a whole week so maybe there was some truth to this hypno stuff like the doctor had said. Plus his other patients seemed to keep coming back as well so there must be something to all this.

“How about we get started then Martin — lay back and close your eyes while I dim down the lights.” Dr. Lyle said as he stood up and walked over to the switches to lower the brightness in the room.

Martin did as the doctor said and got comfortable in the couch like chair. The doctor went back to his seat after dimming the lighting and placed his notepad on a nearby table.

“Now what I need you to do is just listen to my voice. Let the calm and peace wash over your body mind and soul. Listen and understand nothing but me – ” Dr. Nathan Lyle spoke softly as Martin began to enter a hypnosis educed trance like the week before.

Just like last time Martin came back out of his coma like hypnosis unable to remember anything feeling as if all he had done was take a long blink. He felt a bit groggy and fuzzy as he rubbed his eyes and say back up.

“Martin — how do you feel?” the Hypnotherapist said to his patient.

“I feel a bit refreshed I think — and my urge to smoke seems to have gone away” Martin replied impressed with the doctor’s work.

Martin then tried to stand up but his legs felt a bit weak and his butt felt a bit strange — tender maybe.

“Be careful — sometimes after being in a trance like this people can feel a bit disoriented.” Dr. Lyle explained.

“I think we should set up another meeting to check on your progress and to see if the hypnosis is working. I currently have a booking for our usual time next week so how about we plan for the day after” Dr. Lyle suggested writing down in his notepad.

“That works just fine” Martin said as he stretched himself out as if he had awoken from a long slumber.

“Good then lets plan on that.” Dr. Nathan Lyle said as he stood up from his chair and walked to the office door opening it for Martin.

As Martin walked out he saw the same older woman in her mid-40s or 50s from the previous week sitting in the waiting room. He gave her a small smile and then walked out of the waiting room just as Dr. Nathan Lyle started to speak with her and escort her into his office.

—– —– Dr. Nathan Lyle’s Point Of View —– —–

Martin did as the doctor said and got comfortable. The Dr. Lyle went back to his seat with the lights now dim and placed his bilecik escort notepad on a nearby table with his pen still in hand.

“Now what I need you to do is just listen to my voice. Let the calm and peace wash over your body mind and soul. Listen and understand nothing but me – ” Dr. Nathan Lyle spoke softly as Martin began to enter a hypnosis educed trance like the week before.

Just like last time Martin fell deep into D. Nathan Lyle’s trance and the doctor could clearly tell.

“Martin — when I click my pen three times you will go back to the submissive cum and cock craving state you have planted inside you — you will serve me and obey my every command –” Dr. Lyle said before clicking his pen — once — twice — three times.

Martin’s eyes snapped open and the now hypnotized patient sat up.

“Hello Martian” Dr. Lyle said.

“Hello master” Martin said in his regular masculine voice.

“Oh no — that wont do — Martin act more like a stupid girly bimbo whore” Dr. Lyle instructed.

“Like this master?” Martin responded in a more female airhead voice.

“Yes — from now on when you are in this state that is the voice you will make” Dr. Lyle commanded.

“Now my pet — lets see if we can have a bit more fun than last time” the hypnotherapist said as he went to a cabinet and opened it up revealing a multitude of sex toys from dildos and vibrators to whips clamps gags and wigs.

Dr. Nathan Lyle looked into the cabinet then back at Martin then back in the cabinet as he decided what to use on his brainwashed bimbo of a patient. He then smiled and grabbed some of the items and walked back over to Martin. He ordered the submissive man to strip which due to his new programming he did without question. Soon Martin was standing nude in front of Dr. Lyle his 6in cock swinging between his legs. The blonde haired man had Martin bend over the furniture in the room and slowly slide a lubed up pink dildo up his ass. Martin moaned like a girl as he felt it slide inside.

“I always like the beginning of training. Last week was fun but finally starting to break in a new patient is always fun.” Dr. Lyle said to Martin knowing he would not remember or process a thing.

“Ahhh uuuwwuuu” Martin let out as Dr. Lyle moved the fake cock back and forth in the hypnotized man’s tight ass.

“Good patient. Remember this is all to help you” the man said to Martin with a chuckle.

“Ye-ss master” Martin replied as dribbles of cum started to leak out of his cock from the anal bingöl escort pleasure.

Hypnotherapist Dr. Nathan Lyle continued to experiment with his patient while keeping an eye on the clock in his room to make sure he had enough time to make everything look back to normal by the time Martin’s appointment was scheduled to end. After playing with Martin for a while longer the doctor knew his time was coming to an end for the day. Just like their last appointment Martin was ordered to clean himself up as the doctor fixed up the room. The memorized Martin did as commanded cleaning himself up and getting re-dressed before getting back to his position on the couch. Dr. Lyle then took his seat next to his patient and grabbed his notes and pen.

“Martin — when I click this pen three times you will revert back to your normal self. You will have no memories of this encounter until I place you back under my trance. You will feel relaxed — you will feel calm — you will not have the craving to smoke again until our meeting for next time gets closer. Oh — and after you leave here today you will start to get urges to watch porn — gay porn — submissive porn — sissy porn — and you will love it and play with yourself while watching it. You will also decide to shave all your body hair.” The hypnotist ordered followed by one click of the pen — two clicks of the pen — three clicks of his pen.

Just like their last appointment from the week before Martin came back out of his coma like hypnosis unable to remember anything feeling as if all he had done was take a long blink. He felt a bit groggy and fuzzy as he rubbed his eyes and say back up.

“Martin — how do you feel?” Dr. Lyle asked his patient.

“I feel a bit refreshed I think — and my urge to smoke seems to have gone away” Martin replied impressed with the doctor’s work.

Martin then tried to stand up but his legs felt a bit weak and his butt felt a bit strange — tender maybe.

“Be careful — sometimes after being in a trance like this people can feel a bit disoriented.” Dr. Lyle explained.

“I think we should set up another meeting to check on your progress and to see if the hypnosis is working. I currently have a booking for our usual time next week so how about we plan for the day after” Dr. Lyle suggested writing down in his notepad.

“That works just fine” Martin said as he stretched himself out as if he had awoken from a long slumber.

“Good then lets plan on that.” Dr. Nathan Lyle said as he stood up from his chair and walked to the office door opening it for Martin.

As Martin walked out he saw the same older woman in her mid-40s or 50s from the previous week sitting in the waiting room. He gave her a small smile and then walked out of the waiting room just as Dr. Nathan Lyle started to speak with her and escort her into his office.

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On the outside, it looked like nothing could disturb Sara in her meditative pose under the cold waterfall. Her ample breasts and firm athletically toned shapes were perfectly still and relaxed despite the intense flow of the surging water against her bare skin. But even with her full focus, she could not drive all the perverted thoughts or images from her mind. The harder she tried, the more her body burned like a savage beast’s in the heat and she drifted further from conquering her bodily desires.

When nearby whistling began intruding into Sara’s ears, she doubled down her attempts to ignore all external distractions. If the same fools managed to annoy her every time, she would never achieve true power and immortality. If one of the female masters would have been under the waterfall, they could have ignored everything and simply thanked the men for their futile attempt at distraction.

“Such nice tits, I can see her erect nipples all the way from here,” a familiar voice that belonged to Sara’s peer named Levi exclaimed. It made her green eyes jolt open and stare at the trio of white-robed miscreants who at the same time annoyed Sara with just their existence and made her relieved that she was clearly not close to being kicked out as a failure since these guys were still being tolerated.

“What’s the matter? Even the master says we can’t be enlightened unless we conquer all bodily shame,” Silas grinned with an arrogant smug face that annoyed Sara the most. Just looking at it made her want to pin him down but even that trail of thought twisted into an image of her squeezing his head with her bare thighs. Like she was incapable of thinking about any man without wanting to mess with his body.

“And now you are listening to him? You are his worst disciples,” Sara shot back even as it meant that she was stooping to the same level as these wastrels. But at least she hoped it would mean that they stayed away from her. Even as her mind imagined it, the last thing she needed was these uncouth men distracting her when she was doing a good job with it herself.

“Then shouldn’t you tutor us? We have seen you mediating with all peace and calmness with the other male disciples and even some masters,” Levi irked and memories of being surrounded by the powerful well-built men filled Sara’s mind. None of them would ever act like in any of her twisted fantasies that plagued her imagination, but these three might. And if they did, she might break even more, be seen by others, and be expelled from the academy for being too deranged.

“I’m way too far above any of your level, so begone,” Sara flared and she closed her eyes just to start seeing images of the men naked. Holding their penises and slapping her face while telling her to keep focused and ignore outside distractions.

“But you haven’t even gotten your magic weapon, and we have, maybe we can exchange some pointers,” Silas exclaimed but Sara tried to ignore him. She focused her mind and felt the water stream down her body and press her blond hair against her skin. But even if she could remove all words from her mind, perverted images kept haunting her inner vision while hot sensations tingled her even under the near-freezing water.

“What was it that the master keeps saying to you,” Levi voiced while the others laughed a bit. “You will get one when you discover why but once you discover it, you might regret it.”

“I bet he means that it’s some bamboo stick that’s really special but you haven’t even earned it yet,” Silas added to the joke. It was not the first time Sara had heard it as these unimaginative men were yet again just trying to extract emotional reactions from her. Like they were conducting some duel with her and she was losing. And suddenly she wanted to remind them that she could beat all of them even without a weapon.

“And here I was under the impression this prestigious academy only accepted adults who passed the deadly tests, you must have gotten here by accident, let me correct that,” Sara voiced and she did not even open her eyes before she flashed to her feet and flew with a blurred body toward Silas. Air and water distorted due to her speed but she planned to slow down at the last moment to give him a good scare to see if she could extract an emotional response from him. Though then images of her slamming into him and pinning him down with her thighs filled her mind. It distracted her long enough to not give her the time to slow down.

“Damn we got her mad,” Levi exclaimed while he covered his mouth against the pulse of air that came from the impact spot of Sara’s fist. Silas blocked it with his arms and magic of his own added to the wrinkling of the wind around them. But even then his feet dragged backward on the ground and soon after he fell down from the pressure alone.

“Nice nice,” Kai applauded while he looked up and down Sara’s spread stance. The force from her sudden stop alone had splattered water off from her skin and kept her breasts and ass jingling seemingly on their balıkesir escort own. On instinct, she grabbed her mounds but as her fingers sank into their perky flesh, it triggered whistling around her.

“Still too weak, as I said,” Sara almost uttered before she lowered her stance and let go of her breasts. They rested with a tempting gap between them and Silas was clearly delaying getting up just to examine Sara’s well-shaped body from a lowered position. While heat gathered on her face, she planned to just walk away to her robes like nothing was bothering her. Though as she turned to show her ass to the men, an especially loud whistle jerked her a bit.

“Was that a blush? You don’t look that calm, exactly what one would expect from a western barbarian,” Silas taunted to mock Sara’s rare blond hair as he got up. “I guess the masters are taking pity on you or something.”

Sara was just about to invent some new insult when she felt an unnatural brush of air against her skin. Above the group floated a silver-haired master who still had his youthful handsome face. A sign that even if one could keep their body immortal and strong through hard practice, the same did not apply to the hair that would eventually wither entirely away.

“Kneel to receive your punishment, I doubt I need to tell any of you what you did wrong,” Master Fang voiced with a calm tone that lacked all emotion. It alone made Sara blush from shame due to a feeling of complete inadequacy. Especially as she had trouble not staring at the master’s well-developed muscles that she wanted to lick for some perverted reason.

“No master, I accept punishment,” all four disciples stated almost in unison as they knelt down to look up at the master. Though before he even spoke, Sara could not stop her mind from vividly imagining that the punishment would be to have the three men slap her with their cocks until she could ignore it.

“You three, patrol the surroundings of the Academy for three days,” Fang commanded and the three men bowed. They quickly got up with one last glance at Sara before rushing away towards the main gate of the academy.

“Master, why are people like them tolerated at the Academy?” Sara asked on an impulse even as she was thinking that her punishment was going to be sucking the master’s cock. Or even being fucked so he can make sure that he or she is feeling nothing from it.

“They are useful and they aren’t evil in a literal sense, just coarse and undisciplined,” Fang replied while a familiar sweet scent was brought to Sara’s nose by the wind from his direction. It was something that tended to linger around men some of the time. She had always wanted to ask what it was from one of the masters and now it was the first time she smelled it from one of them.

“Master, what is this sweet smell?” Sara asked and Fang did a deep sigh while he began to turn around. For a moment it looked like he was just going to leave without properly replying, like all men from whom she had dared to ask about it. Almost like all of them had lost their sense of smell or there was something wrong with her nose.

“It is your greatest test. If you learn to be indifferent to it, nothing will stand before you and immortality despite your born flaws,” Fang voiced with a barely audible tone while he floated away. Just the way he said it made Sara think that he knew everything that was wrong with her and it tilted her eyes.

“I’m sick, I’m clearly sick, I need to do something, anything,” Sara muttered while she kept kneeling. Just by looking down, she was able to confirm what she had already felt, her nethers were blushing red in a swollen state. Her own body was the true distraction that was keeping her from reaching immortality.

“If you cannot fight it, embrace it until you learn the true nature of indifference,” Fang’s voice was carried by the wind and Sara jolted to her feet. But she saw nobody else around the waterfall or the river, just the rocks that surrounded the place.

“Master, what do you mean?” Sara asked but she got no reply. Though her perverted mind was already filled with suggestions. In the town down the mountain was an alley with holes on the wall. At night men streamed to that place like carnal moths with their erect cocks. Ever since Sara had taken part in tracking a flesh-eating demon to that place, it had haunted her mind. Especially the overwhelming sweet smell that had filled the place like it had been built from whatever caused the sweet smell in men.

“If I went to that deranged place, and did what those women do, I would learn to be disgusted by every cock,” Sara muttered while she slapped her cheek to get a twisted smile out of her face. “Just like the legendary master who achieved immortality after getting tired of being his king’s butcher.”

The rest of the day, Sara tried to convince herself out of going to the glory hole but the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that her master had suggested bartın escort her to try such an extreme method. Or at least it would be overlooked if she just did it once and achieved results.

** * **

That night, Sara sneaked out of the academy grounds and went down the mountain wearing a green robe and a simple wooden mask. She headed straight for the old warehouse in the town that was guarded by some men. They would let any woman enter but only leave after they would be able to pay two silver coins.

Once inside the warehouse, Sara’s nose was assaulted by the sweet smell that seemed to permeate everything in there. It alone made saliva rush to her tongue and an odd sense of hunger filled her even as she was already able to sustain herself just with magic on her path to true immortality. She stood there for several moments while all the talk and sexual action of the women who lined the wall filled her ears.

“Hey there, you must be new. Unfortunately, only one hole is free right now,” one of the women Sara did not even look at voiced. “Feel free to stick your ass through it if you are in a hurry.”

Sara’s eyes locked on the wooden hatch on the wall. It was the only one of its kind as the rest were simple holes. The hesitant disciple was forced to swallow hard while she watched the other women suck or fuck cocks that were pushed through the wall. Even as she had definitely come to fuck to punish her horny pussy, the idea of showing her ass to the street filled with men made her push her mask harder against her face.

“Can’t you just let me use one of the other holes?” Sara asked no one in particular. It triggered slight laughter and amused whispers between those women who did not have their mouths too full of cock at that moment. Especially a redhead woman who was pressing her ass against the wall to take a battering into her pussy was looking at Sara with such intent that it seemed like she was trying to strip her with her mind.

“Sorry honey, there is a line but don’t worry if you are in a hurry, the hatch is the right choice for you, your cunt is the only part the men won’t expect experience from,” some woman Sara did not even look at replied. “If you are scared of cock, you might be here days before you learn how to suck.”

Sara looked down while she felt her clit throb like some sick extra growth. If she wanted to sneak back into the academy while the sun was down, she only had a few hours at best. So her path was clear and she should not waste time if she did not want to risk coming here multiple times, which would become increasingly harder if she began beating up the guards every time she wanted to leave.

“I won’t be scared by some cock, let alone lose to it,” Sara almost flared before she rushed to the hatch and slammed it open to test the sturdy hinges that turned it into a bench. Then she lifted up her robe to reveal that she had not worn anything under it. As she sat down on the hatch door and began pushing her ass out, some of the women laughed a bit like she was doing something wrong but she ignored them.

“Why so shy? Stick your scared butt out properly unless you only want it in your ass,” some rough man voiced from the outside. His tone alone made Sara feel mad enough to thrust her ass back until her folded torso was seemingly stuck to the opening and her breasts pressed into her knees through her lifted green robe.

“Who says I’m scared? Bring it on cock, do your worst,” Sara exclaimed while jubilant whistling pierced through the wall. Even as it annoyed her, an odd sense of excitement was radiating up from her core all the way to her chest, numbing most other feelings, overpowering them at that moment.

“Nice butt, worthy of being put on display,” some guy exclaimed and a hard smack landed on Sara’s ass. It made her perky flesh bounce a bit and she tried to reach the spot on reflex only to realize that her body was fully blocking the honed wooden hole to the point that it was muffling sound. Especially since conversations were happening on both of her sides, most were about her but she managed to ignore them as her focus was on the man behind her.

“That’s the best you can do? I barely felt it,” Sara taunted like she was actually dueling someone. Her comment was rewarded with a series of soft slaps before the large hand clamped on her ass and gave it a hard squeeze that definitely left a red outline behind. But even then the lack of pain made the disciple think that the person must have been a complete weakling.

“Don’t worry pretty ass, next comes my cock and you are going to feel it,” the man replied and something soft was pressed against Sara’s vulva. Before she was even sure what it was the sizable penis was thrust between her folds as deeply as it could. Her aroused swollen walls took it and the guy pushed his hip into her ass hard enough for his pubes to brush her skin.

“That’s all? I have taken way harder,” Sara voiced but then she stopped her mouth. She definitely batman escort did not want to say that she had taken hits that could break rocks with her stomach since then people might guess who she was even with the mask and peasant robes. So she shook her head while she tried to focus on the fact that her first actual cock was in her even if it had not revolutionized her life so far.

“What was that? You want me harder?” the man flared as he assumed that Sara had stopped speaking due to him slamming his hip into her ass especially hard. Even as his fast-paced assault was definitely burning her pussy, it was nothing in comparison to the time she had meditated upside down and had the waterfall overflow her depths. Though even that had only managed to increase her wet dreams.

“With your pitiful strength, I’m barely feeling anything, twist my clit and pull my pubes, otherwise this will be too boring for me,” Sara said and the pure bold confidence in her tone was enough to burn her face with shame. Usually, she was proud of her ability to maintain her cool but this really was not a situation she would have wanted to do it.

A harsh grip clamped on Sara’s pubes and gave them a twisting tug. It was clearly done by another guy than the one fucking her as his hands were squeezing the sides of her ass. Then yet another hand poked her clit and gave it a small rub from another direction. It made clear to her that there was a guy on both sides of her ass. There was even enough of her upper thigh on the other side for a hand to slide it up to the wall.

“Look, blond pubes, just like Sara,” an eerily familiar tone stated and suddenly even the previous guy began sounding a bit familiar in her memory. Names came to her mind but she refused to accept them, at least for the moment. She wanted to be wrong so badly, the chance of it being those three was so small. Like they had waited here for her, just to humiliate her.

“Did we just find that barbarian’s sister? This blond whore talks even more vulgar than her,” Silas taunted while Sara grudgingly accepted that his cock was hammering her depths. But even if she admitted it to herself, she did not want them to know. If she tried to escape, they would follow and see her fight out. Not to mention, that would be running away from these weakling failures. So she steeled her resolve to fight and win, if anything she should thank them for coming to make sure that her time at the gloryhole was as disgusting as possible.

“Do you mind if we call you Sara?” Levi asked and Sara’s resolve broke for a moment. She did not want them to know, she would have been fine with anybody else, even masters or other disciplines but why had it had to be these three.

“That’s not my name,” Sara exclaimed while increasingly sick and twisted excitement burned her core and lungs. Even her head was throbbing a bit while heat pulsed her face. Somehow the strong pulsing of veins on her scalp was overwhelming her more than the fingers rubbing her pubes into her skin.

“Who cares what your name is, you are Sara now, we can pay you double,” Silas exclaimed and he gave a hard side smack to Sara’s ass. Once again it did not cause any pain, just weird burning tingling. It helped her steel herself to win this as there was nothing these three could do to make her admit defeat as long as they did not know.

“Fine, you are just dumb cocks to me, the more you pay the better,” Sara stated with bold confidence that almost made her eyes cross from internal tilting. But she just hugged her knees and pressed her masked face against them while trying to think what to think.

“You are going to get paid alright, just wait until all three of us have had our turn,” Silas grinned while he focused on delivering steady slaps into Sara’s ass that sent it bouncing at every thrust. The impacts strained her skin against the wall but she barely took support from her feet just to add to her bodily punishment.

“Just the three of you? I guess this will be easy,” Sara taunted and she once again managed to ignore slight laughter from the women around her. Even if they were busy with their own cocks, some kept their attention on her. Especially the one redhead who was staring at the well-trained disciple’s long legs that were completely exposed.

“Kai, you got a drawing of her? This hole could use a face,” Silas asked while he began slowly grinding his whole length into Sara. His cock was building up warm pressure into her with creepy gentleness. It was like a weird massage that felt nice but she knew she should not like it.

“I think I have one that suits this tough slut well, just promise me that I can go next,” Kai replied with a soft but harsh tone. Sara gasped while the consequences of staying filled her mind. She was going to fulfill one of her most deranged fantasies of being fucked by her fellow disciples even if they were not slapping her face and telling her to be indifferent to everything.

“Sure, I’m fine going last,” Levi nodded and Kai took out a rolled paper from his robe. On it was a recognizable caricature of Sara in a meditative posture, naked, also drooling her tongue out while squeezing her breasts, slut written on her forehead. Then he did a small hole in the paper and used it to hang it to a nail that was above Sara’s ass.

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“We have expected better out of all of you.”

Erica squirmed under Ms. Arthur’s gaze. She didn’t like sitting in this room, listening to the school psychologist recount all the things she’d done wrong this year.

“You are all seniors.” Ms. Arthur’s eyes found one of the students sitting silently in front of her. “And as of today, you’re all eighteen. Adults. You should know better.”

“Oh, hey. I forgot. Happy birthday Cassie!” That was Chad. The stereotypical jock of their little party. He was what you’d expect, an unruly mop of dirty blonde hair, chiseled jaw, a varsity jacket.

Cassie, sitting next to Erica, flashed Chad a brilliant smile. “Thanks Chad.” Erica never understood how Cassie had ended up with them, she seemed so perfect. Preppy to the core, a perfect face, perfect white blonde hair, perfect body, always in a perfectly styled outfit in pink or baby blue.

The other two members of their little fivesome sat silently in the back. Kara had a sneer on her face. Of all of them, she at least looked like a troublemaker. The sides of her head shaved. A ring in one nostril, another in her lower lip. A tattoo of a black dragon rising out of her waistline and up one side of her exposed stomach. Next to her, Zach looked exceedingly plain. Brown hair, normal clothes. He sat slumped in his chair, a look of boredom on his face.

Erica felt pretty normal herself. She didn’t think she was anything too great to look at. Sure, she was pretty, in a skinny, flat-chested sort of way. But compared to Cassie’s preppy curves or Kara’s punk looks she felt invisible. All she wanted was to get through this last year of school and get out of town. Instead, her senior year had turned into one disaster after another. It seemed like once a week she was in this office with the same people, slowly withering under Ms. Arthur’s gaze.

It wasn’t like the five of them were even friends. Sure, they all knew each other. The school wasn’t that big. But before this year they’d probably never spent more than ten minutes together outside of class. Somehow, fate seemed to be pushing them together at the worst moments. The spontaneous food fight that first week. The graffiti incident. A disastrous attempt at a senior prank.

The janitors still hadn’t found the last snake.

Those events, and dozens of others great and small had been the defining moments of their last year in school.

Ms. Arthur was still staring at them over the rim of her black glasses. “Your parents are worried,” She said calmly. “Worried for your future. They’ve authorized me to take extraordinary steps.” She reached into a drawer and pulled out five bottles of pills. “You’ll be taking one of these each night, for the next two weeks. They should help calm you down.”

“You can’t just give us drugs.” Kara sat up in her chair, her anger evident.

“I can and I will.” Ms. Arthur pulled out a few sheets of paper. “Here are the releases, signed by your parents. If you don’t do as I say, then you don’t graduate.”

There was grumbling from the students, but it was obvious that Ms. Arthur had already won.

That night, Erica stood in her bathroom, the little white pill resting in her palm. She had never needed to take drugs before. She had friends who took prozac or adderall, but she’d never had the kind of problems that required them. Now, with her grades dropping and her mother worried sick about her, maybe it was time. She swallowed it with a gulp. The pill kicked in right away, making her groggy. Erica made her way to bed, falling asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

The dream started immediately. She was in a hallway. It was paneled in dark wood with a thick red carpet on the floor. Erica could feel a presence behind her, moving her along as she walked towards a distant door. With an effort, she turned her head to look. It was a man, black pants, black shirt. His face was indistinct, out of focus despite her best efforts to look at him. Her attention was drawn back to the front. The door was much closer now.

She walked into a large room. There was a roaring fireplace on one end. Opposite it was a raised platform, like a stage, with a wooden throne. Ms. Arthur was sitting there. Erica gasped when she saw how Ms. Arthur was dressed. She was used to seeing the counselor at school, where she always looked professional. Not here. Her full tits were exposed, the strange bra that she was wearing seemed to support them without covering anything. Black stockings covered her legs. Her pussy was exposed, a neatly trimmed landing strip leading down to her lips.

It was then that Erica realized that she was also naked. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but someone grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides. She was forced to walk up to the stage.

Ms. Arthur was smiling down at her. “Erica. It’s good to see you here. You were always such a nice girl.” Her tongue ran over her lips as she considered Erica’s naked form. “Not this year. Something has happened to you. But don’t worry, we’ll make things right. Do you know how?”

Erica shook her head. “No?” Her voice quavered.

“We’ll ardahan escort just need to make a few adjustments to your attitude.” There was a wicked grin on Ms. Arthur’s face. She made a small gesture. “Don’t worry. I suspect that you’ll enjoy yourself. Maybe you’ll even learn something.”

Rough hands grabbed Erica’s arms, dragging her back. She bumped against something solid. Her arms were jerked up and secured. The same was done for her legs. When she was fully spread someone began turning a crank, and whatever she was strapped to began to move, until she was laying flat, spread eagled on an X shaped table. Two of the indistinct men were standing next to her, carefully going over her bindings. A rumble came from the far side of the room. Erica looked over, desperate to see what was coming.

Another of the men was pushing a cart. There was some sort of machine on it, a metal box with a long arm on it. A fat dildo sat on the end of the arm.

“Oh, god,” Erica said when she realized what was about to happen.

The man at the cart began to put the machine in position. One of the other men produced a bottle of lube, and drizzled a liberal amount on Erica’s pussy. He began massaging it into her lips, his hand running across her pussy, heat blooming where he touched her. Two of his fingers found their way into her steaming cunt. Erica’s hips jerked up as he penetrated her. She wasn’t a virgin, not since she’d fucked Jimmy Kowalski after that soccer game, but she wasn’t experienced. The feeling of this man gently rubbing lube into her most sensitive parts threatened to overwhelm her. She gasped when he withdrew, her head lifting up as she tried to see where he went.

What she saw was the fat tip of the dildo preparing to plunge into her. “Oh fuck,” She moaned. She didn’t know what was going on in this dream, but she knew she wanted that machine to fuck her.

She got her wish. It began slowly, a gentle thrust pushing the tip of the dildo past her lips. Erica moaned and lifted her hips, trying to get more of the shaft into her. She didn’t have to wait long. With every thrust the machine sped up, pushing a little deeper each time. It spread the tight walls of her cunt open, filling her perfectly. Soon it was a blur, pistoning in and out of her.

Erica was a moaning, sweaty mess. “Oh fuck! Oh god!” She couldn’t stop the litany of whorish sounds that were coming from her mouth. Her pussy was making its own chorus of lewd noises. Every thrust of the machine was drawing out more and more of her nectar, a slick river of lust running down the crack of her ass and dripping to the floor. She was grinding her hips, straining against her bindings as waves of pleasure poured from her pussy.

“OH FUCK!” Erica’s spine arched, her arms and legs shaking in their bindings, mouth open in a wanton scream. Her pussy flexed around the dildo, a torrent of nectar pouring from her lips. The world went black for a moment, and then slowly filled back in. The machine was still going at her, oblivious to her orgasm. Luckily for Erica’s sanity, someone noticed. The machine slowed, and withdrew.

Rough hands undid the bindings at her ankles. She thought they were going to release her, but instead they drew her legs back, until her knees touched her shoulders. Erica felt the touch of the dildo again, this time on her asshole.

“Oh yes. Do it. Please!” Erica had never tried anal. But here in the dream, she wanted it more than anything.

The machine pushed into her ass, moving slowly, letting her adjust. Its speed increased slowly, but increase it did. Until again it was a blur, pistoning into her with inhuman force. If anything, Erica thought that it felt better than it did in her pussy. She wished that she had a hand free, anything to rub against her clit. But the hands holding her legs back didn’t seem to have any interest in joining in. She struggled against them, legs shaking as mind blowing ecstasy coursed through her body. It didn’t take her long to cum, the unfamiliar sensation of getting her ass fucked pushing her over the edge in a heartbeat.

Erica screamed again, shouting out her lust until her throat was raw. Her head fell back as the orgasm finally passed. The metal of the table was cool on the back of her neck. She rested against it, barely conscious, as the machine was withdrawn from her ass and the bindings at her wrists loosened. She curled into a little ball once she was free, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasms running through her. Ms. Arthur’s voice was the last thing she heard as she slipped away.

“That was a good start, Erica. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Erica awoke in her own bed with a sharp gasp. Her hips were thrusting of their own accord, the tail end of a climax rushing through her. Without really thinking about it, she thrust her hand into her panties, quickly finding the slick lips of her pussy. Her panties were soaked, as were the sheets underneath her ass. Erica didn’t care, quickly burying three fingers into herself.

“Ohmigod,” She said quietly, another orgasm rushing through her body. She continued artvin escort to fuck her sopping cunt, quickly drawing out another climax, and then another. She rolled over and screamed into the pillows as she came over and over, her pussy producing so much nectar that it was dripping off of her. She reached back with her free hand and pushed a finger into her asshole. The dual stimulation brought her off again. Erica fucked herself for a long time, both holes filled with her digits.

Eventually she rolled back over, gasping for breath. She kept grinding her ass down on the bed, pushing her finger deep into her ring. A second finger alongside the first added even more pleasure. She gently withdrew her fingers from her pussy. They were covered in her juices. Erica stuffed them in her mouth, savoring her own taste.

There was a light tapping at the door. “Honey? Is everything OK? I thought I heard a noise.” It was her mother.

“Yeah, mom. I’m fine. Just had a weird dream.” If Erica felt strange about fucking her own ass while talking to her mother, she didn’t let it come through in the sound of her voice.

“OK. Have a good night.”

Erica stripped off her clothes. She curled up in bed, avoiding the massive wet spot that she’d made. Two of her fingers returned to her asshole, gently thrusting as she drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The dream stuck with her the next morning. It had been so real, so vivid. And what she’d done after… Erica blushed just thinking about it. She hadn’t known girls could have wet dreams. Heat blossomed in her belly as she thought of the way she’d used herself, her own taste on her lips, the way she penetrated her ass. She could still feel that last one, a tingling, not unpleasant ache that accompanied her all day as she got through her classes.

After final period she made her way up to Ms. Arthur’s office, for their now daily meetings. Zach was already there, waiting outside the door.

“Hey,” He said as she walked up.

“Hey.” Erica leaned up against the wall next to him. “So, do you feel different? Now that you’re taking medicine for your behavior?” She asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

He shook his head. “Not really.” He blushed, and paused for a moment. “I did have a really weird dream last night.”

“Me too!” Erica was about to tell him the specifics, but decided against it. “I don’t remember it very well, but it was so real. Crazy that happened to both of us.”

“Yeah, crazy. I don’t really remember it either.”

Erica couldn’t tell if he was lying. Zach probably wouldn’t tell her if he’d been fucked in the ass by a machine too. “I wonder what’s in these pills?”

“I don’t know.” Zach tapped his lips with a fingertip, trying to remember something. “You know, my cousin was in the Army. He said that, in Iraq, they gave all the troops some drug for malaria. It gave him really crazy dreams. Maybe this is something similar.”

“Maybe.”

Once seated in Ms. Arthur’s office, all five of them reported unusually vivid dreams. They were all equally non-specific about what had occurred in them.

“Interesting,” Ms Arthur said, writing in a notebook. “Realistic dreams are a known side effect of this particular drug, but to have all five of you report the same symptoms is unusual. I’ll have to let the manufacturer know.”

That night, another tiny white pill. Erica brought the pill into her room before taking it. She tried to settle into bed before she fell asleep. Maybe that would make the dream less intense.

It started the same. The same hallway, the same unknowable men leading her towards the door. Ms. Arthur was on her throne, her breasts and pussy still exposed.

But something was different. Cassie was sitting at Ms. Arthur’s feet, her arms wrapped around one of the counselor’s legs. She was naked, except for a slim leather collar that was around her neck.

Erica reached up and realized that she wore the same collar.

Ms. Arthur smiled at her. “Yes, I thought you needed a little bit of ornamentation. Something to show people that you’re in training.” She gestured down to Cassie. “You’re not the only one who’s done so well here.”

Erica couldn’t keep her eyes off Cassie. The other girl was so much curvier than she was, with full tits and a round ass. Erica felt slim and boyish in comparison

Ms. Arthur saw where she was looking. “Do you like how she looks?” She reached down and stroked Cassie’s cheek. The girl nuzzled her hand. “Good, you’ll be working together tonight.”

Cassie stood and walked down to Erica. She took Erica’s head in her hands and kissed her deeply.

Erica jerked awake. She was alone, covered in sweat in her own bed. She remembered everything. The feeling of Cassie’s lips on hers, the taste of the other girl’s pussy on her tongue. The way that Cassie’s fingers pierced her.

She reached down into her panties, trying her best to replicate that feeling. She fucked herself until she came, and then quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning Erica brought herself to orgasm three times in the shower. bodrum escort Twice with her fingers buried in her pussy, and once while fingering her ass and blasting her clit with the showerhead. She had never felt this turned on before, this sexual. She was suddenly aware of her need, the deep hunger that lived inside. Erica had never really noticed it before.

Her skin was hot, her nerves felt electrified. Her fingers shook a little as she toweled off and went back to her room. For some reason she was compelled to reach into the back of her closet. She pulled out a tight halter top and a short black skirt. It was a step away from the jeans and t-shirts that she normally wore.

Her mother certainly noticed. “Honey, what’s going on with your outfit?” Sharon Smith had never been the type of parent to shame her child into acting or dressing a certain way. But seeing her only daughter dressed so differently concerned her.

“I don’t know,” Erica said with a shrug. “I just thought I might try something different.”

“Ok,” Her mother said. “But don’t get upset if any boys stare at you.”

Boys didn’t stare at her, or at least no more than usual. But Cassie did. Erica first noticed it at lunch. They had different groups of friends, so Erica didn’t even see her at first. But a few minutes after she sat down and started to eat, she felt someone’s gaze linger on her body. She looked across the cafeteria, and there was Cassie. The other girl’s face was pale, her eyes wide and locked onto Erica. She didn’t notice Erica looking back at her at first, but when she did her cheeks blushed a deep red and she jerked her head away. Erica felt a tingle of arousal, and wondered what Cassie had dreamt of the night before.

She forgot about it until after their session with Ms. Arthur. They were leaving the counselor’s office when Cassie grabbed her hand and pulled her to the side. “I need to talk to you.” She sounded nervous.

“What is it?” Erica asked.

Cassie looked around, obviously uncomfortable. “Just, let’s go somewhere private.” She pulled Erica into a nearby bathroom. Cassie looked into her eyes. “You’ve been having the dreams too, right?”

Erica nodded.

“Was I in your dream last night?”

Erica’s breath caught in her throat. Her heart felt like it was trying to hammer its way out of her chest. “Yes,” She whispered.

“Good.” Cassie leaned in and kissed her.

When their lips met it a dam burst inside of Erica, unleashing a torrent of lust. They moaned into each other’s mouths, tongues dueling hungrily. Their hands were everywhere, grasping at an ass, squeezing each other’s tits, pinching a nipple through cloth. The clothes didn’t last long, flying to every corner of the room in their mad desire to touch each other. In moments they were stripped down to nothing but their shoes.

Cassie pushed Erica up against the wall. Her lips found the hollow of Erica’s throat, kissing and nibbling as she slowly moved down Erica’s body. With a wet slurp she sucked Erica’s nipple into her mouth, her tongue running tight little circles around the nub. Fireworks burst behind Erica’s eyes. She cradled Cassie’s head in her hands, pulling the other girl tighter to her chest. Cassie responded by opening her mouth wide, taking in even more of Erica’s tit, until her small breast was almost completely engulfed.

Erica’s pussy was on fire. “Please, please, please. I need you to fuck me. Please!” she trailed off into a desperate moan as Cassie nibbled on her breast. But her begging got through, and one of Cassie’s hands slid up her thigh until it rested against her sopping cunt. “Oh my fuck,” Erica moaned as two of Cassie’s fingers slipped into her.

Cassie finally pulled away from Erica’s chest and grinned at her. “God, so you are fucking wet. I bet you love this, you slut.” Her fingers were stroking against the roof of Erica’s pussy, rubbing against her g-spot.

Erica could only give a shaky nod.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” Erica was so close now, her pussy flexing around Cassie’s fingers.

“Tell me that you’re a fucking slut.” Cassie slid another finger into Erica’s steaming delta. Her thumb was rubbing little circles around Erica’s clit. Her other hand was tugging at Erica’s nipple, pulling just to the point of pain before letting go.

“Ohmyfuckinggod!” Erica’s legs were shaking, her pussy dripping around Cassie’s fingers “I’m a fucking slut! I’m a slut and I love how you fuck me!” She trailed off into wordless moaning. Cassie grinned and started fucking her harder. Erica had to wrap her arms around the other girl as she came. Her legs nearly gave out. A gush of girlcum poured out of her, soaking Cassie’s arm. Erica had to bite her lip to stop her screams from echoing through the school.

Cassie slowly pulled her hand away from Erica’s still twitching cunt. She held it up and marveled at the way Erica’s nectar coated her. Thick strings of the stuff stretched between her fingers and ran down her arm. “Wow, you’re a real juice box.” She licked up her arm, moaning as she tasted Erica. “Mmm, tasty too. Here.” She stuffed three of her fingers into Erica’s mouth. Erica’s eyes went wide with shock, but just for a moment. She closed them as she moaned around Cassie’s fingers, savoring her own flavor. She had tasted herself before, but there was something so erotic about licking her juices from Cassie’s fingers that she almost came again.

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Hi, I’m Luke! I’m a senior in high school, and just recently got powers of invisibility. I got them in class, and lead one of the hottest girls in our school, Adrienne White, to the bathroom, where I proceeded to fuck her… my DREAM come true!

Well, it’s been a few days since I screwed Adrienne, and I was ready to do it again, already! Unfortunately, the only classes I had with Adrienne was History and Gym. It’s really hard to get over to her desk in History class, the way the room is positioned, so I figured I’ll try my luck in Gym.

The past few days in class, Adrienne seemed to be acting weird. Like, she’s been looking around more, and she’s been wearing these OUT OF THIS WORLD clothes. I didn’t think she could look hotter than she usually did, but, oh, she did! Of course, in Gym class, we all have to wear school colors and gym shorts and stuff. Adrienne’s outfit is just a white T-shirt with short blue pants. I always admired her fantastic chest when it was colder out and her nipples were visible through her shirt. Of course, now I KNOW what they look like from the other day.

Anyways, I figured while I could turn myself invisibile.. why not conquer ANOTHER of my fantasies (and every other guy’s fantasy), and sneak into the girl’s locker room?

I did this after class.. it wasn’t too hard. I turned invisible and snuck in when we all went back to our locker rooms. The locker room was NOT like most guys dream of it to be. There’s not naked teasing and kissing or much nudity at all. A few girls didn’t wear underwear here and there, but they weren’t too hot anyways, and they dressed quickly. But it doesn’t matter. Half the girls were hotties anyways, and I had a hard-on within 1 minute of walking in there.

I found my way to Adrienne right away, who was with her friends. She was still in her gym clothes, though. I needed a way to get her aksaray escort away from them! I weaved my way around the other girls to her. My dick was pointing straight out from under my gym shorts. Out of my boxers and everything. I walked over to her, and from behind, I just put my arms around her waist and slowly pushed my dick under her butt, pushing into her shorts, between her legs. I took it out quickly.

Initially, she turned around really quick, freaked out. But I think she realized it was me within a few seconds, cuz she smirked. After that, she kinda pushed her butt out a little, continuing talking to her friends, with that faint, cute smile still on her face. I pushed my cock into her butt again, giving her a little wedgy, and I ran my hands up her back… I could feel goosebumps on her neck. I stopped again, though. She told her friends she’d catch up with them later, and took her time getting undressed.

Eventually, there were only a few girls left in the room, so I walked back over to Adrienne, who was half dressed now. She was wearing yellow panties with little monkeys on them, and her upper-half was clothed with a low cut pink shirt, and she had a black bra underneath.

I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into the showers (which were dry, since they’re never used during classes), my cock bouncing up and down during the walk over. I pushed her against the inside corner of the shower section, so the few remaining girls wouldn’t see us. She lifted my invisible shirt off, looking happy but confused, since she couldn’t SEE what she was lifting off.

She rubbed her hands up and down my chest, laughing and smiling, saying “Oh, whoever you are, GOD, you’re hot!” She ran her hands through my hair, around my back, on my chest, all over! She got down to my cock and started holding it, and twisting amasya escort it around a little in her hands. She was smiling and giggling and her body was starting to do little convulsions against the wall. I peaked down at her panties and saw a little damp spot between her legs. Just the THOUGHT of doing me again got her all wet! YES!

“Ssh, there’s still a few girls left in here,” she said. “They’re whores too, they’ll spread this around the school in NO time.”

She then grabbed my cock again and pushed it between her legs, so she was sitting on it like strattling a bench or a pole. She held onto my waist and started pushing me back and forth until I got the idea. Just foreplay. Rub my cock against her pussy without being inside first. She took her shirt and bra off in, like, record time. Her tits flopped out, nipples not yet hard. I knew I had to take care of that right away.

I started licking her nipples, then pinching them and twisting them until they stuck straight out. Adrienne was moaning so hard, but in a whispering voice. I thought i was gonna cum in her undies right then.

“Take my panties off.. hurry, please!” she said, as her hands moved to take the place of mine one her breasts, as she began rubbing her own nipples. I squatted down and pulled her panties around her ankles, and she stepped out of them and kicked them against the wall. My dick was flopping in front of me as I stood back up.

“Lay on the floor!” she whispered at me, as her hands moved down to her pussy (which, by the way, she shaved) It looked delicious!

I layed down, kinda trembling out of giddyness and because the floor was so cold. I knew where this was going, and it couldn’t get there quick enough!

She strattled me, and held my cock in place as she lowered it onto her pussy. She started riding me fast and with circular antalya escort girations that made me just go numb. Fuck, it felt soo good. I grabbed her pefect tits and just held on for the ride. I didn’t know if any of the girls were still left in the locker room, but I didn’t care, and I don’t think she did, because just our naked bodies sliding around on the floor was making enough noise for someone to hear us.

Still bouncing her ass up and down, she lowered herself so her tits were against my chest, and her face was buried in my neck. She let out the longest moan I’ve ever heard right in my ear. I could feel her hard nipples burying into my chest. As we climaxed, she started sucking on my ear.. which felt great. I came, and I assume she came too, because her grip loosened, and she just layed on top of me for a minute, breathing hard.

“God, we have to do this outside of school. You need to come over my house sometime,” she whispered between breaths. She then told me her address… I knew right where it was, no problem! She then lifted her self off of me, and went to get up. Before she did, she reached her hand back down to my cock and gripped it again.

“Tsk, there’s alot of cum left all over your cock… ssh, I’ll just get rid of that for you real quick.” I layed on the floor panting, not believing she wasn’t done JUST yet.

She put her head over my cock and took a big mouthful, sucking the cum off my cock. She wasn’t exactly blowing me, mind you, she was literally just sucking the cum off my cock and swallowing it. She was literally licking me clean. She then blew on it a little bit (to dry it, I guess!), then got up and quickly fumbled for her clothes, got dressed, and left (another class WAS coming in soon!) I enjoyed the sight of her ass walking away as I layed on the floor. It really was the best ass I’ve ever layed eyes upon (AND have grabbed!)

I layed there, panting and sweating, with the image of Adrienne moaning on top of me, bouncing up and down and all around with such fury. I could masturbate about that alone for a month straight.

I couldn’t stop thinking… what else could I do with these powers?!

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Ashley woke up on a normal Saturday afternoon, feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world. Looked to her side and saw the stud she had chosen to pleasure her the night before, snoring blissfully. He had had quite the night, as Ashley got off on being submissive to her bulls. Sure, she was all of their boss, but it was fun to let her lovers take control when she was in the mood, and she was almost always in the mood.

Then she looked down her body and saw her massive, gravidly pregnant belly sticking up under the sheet. This would be her 8th calf. She was not in contact with any of the first 7, having given them to anonymous couples seeking healthy, happy little babies and being unable to produce them themselves. Hucows were, of course, excellent breeding stock, and Ashley was happy to get to experience pregnancy while knowing the baby would be cared for without her needing to put her life on hold!

It had been an exciting few years since her 18th birthday and subsequent takeover of the hucow farm, and Ashley considered her life to be essentially perfect. She was constantly bred, and at every stage of her pregnancies she had unlimited access to the finest, thickest, juiciest bull cocks in the entire world. Her lovers could cook for her, play music for her, massage her sore feet and her glorious rump, and help her milk. And then, of course, she would have them fuck her brains out while she was positioned at the machine, having her beautiful teats sucked on and emptying her magnificent udders of their milk.

Today was particularly exciting for Ashley. It was the first Saturday of the month and that meant only 1 thing: It was new arrivals day! The farm held recruiting events throughout the month, but the first Saturday is when the new hucow class were instructed to arrive, receive their shots, and become a part of the dairy. Ashley loved new arrivals day; she could still remember her slutty, eager self getting the injections and experimenting with her new body as it developed. Seeing the new girls go through the same process was like getting to relive it all over again!

This happy thought made her loose, slutty hucow pussy tingle, and fortunately for her she knew exactly what the solution to that issue was. “Wake up, stud! I need some big, strong bull cock in my pregnant cunt. Can you do that for me?” Ashley asked sweetly, nudging the sleeping bull and causing him to wake up with a huge smile.

All of the bulls loved their time with Ashley. It was official policy that no man got to become a bull on the farm without first fucking her, to see if they passed muster. Her amazing, undeniably enthusiastic sexuality was an incredible thing to experience. She sucked them, took them into her amazingly juicy pussy, and played all sorts of incredibly fun games with them. This particular bull still thought of his initiation almost every time he masturbated, which was often.

Sure, he had a virtually endless supply of eager pussy, but the shots they had given him forced him to seek release more than a dozen times a day, and that just wasn’t practical to find with a partner, given how thorough the hucows needed to be ravished. An unsatisfying, quick unloading to relieve his tension would mean that he risked being disciplined, afyon escort and he certainly wasn’t going to risk being denied any slutty pussy for a week, so jerking off to the thought of Ashley’s particularly showy fucking was a daily activity.

Needless to say, when Ashley climbed on top of the young man and straddled him, she was pleased to find his massive cock already rock-hard and throbbing. She was the stuff of his masturbatory fantasies, and she had chosen him to be her designated lover! Her pussy was literally dripping as she ground herself back and forth along his shaft, pressing it into his sculpted abdomen.

“Ohhh yes!” she exclaimed. “I want to make myself cum like this, and then I’m going to really ride you, and then… And then… OH FUCK!” She began convulsing, trembling forcefully as the bull lowered himself while her pussy was near the head of his cock, aligned himself with her quivering entrance, and thrust in. He filled her completely, or as completely as such a loose hucow slut could possibly be filled, and she fucking loved it! She had had a plan, but when one of her lovers took initiative…

“YES! Oh yes, pound into me!” she screamed, waiting for him to start thrusting up into her and making her cum again and again. Instead, he grinned at her, held totally still, and grabbed her udders. She let out a needy, desperate moan and started to rock her hips on top of him, trying to create some of the delicious friction she needed to push herself over the edge, but he used his firm grip on her enormous breasts to hold her more or less steady.

“Why are you doing this?!” she wailed, needing to cum so badly it overrode everything else. “What do you want?! I’ll suck you! I’ll let you fuck my udders! I’ll do anything! Just let me cum, please!” In her lustful fog, she had forgotten that she was this man’s employer, his landlord, and his greatest fantasy. All she knew was, she needed his cock and she wasn’t getting it right then, at least not in the way she needed it.

The bull, clever fucktoy he was, had no secret agenda other than to drive her absolutely crazy. If he did that, maybe she’d remember him, and would invite him to come and fuck her mroe often! That was his dearest wish, and seeing that she was about at the edge of her sanity, he decided enough was enough. Why drive her crazy beyond what was necessary to make this the most enjoyable fucking either of them had ever experienced?

“You want to get fucked like a good, pregnant hucow slut?” he asked confidently, faking bravado where he really only felt intense desire. Ashley just whimpered and nodded, her eyes begging him for mercy, for cock. “Get off and get on your milking machine.”

Ashley rushed to do so, willing to do anything necessary to get that thick cock to really fuck her. She climbed onto the machine and jammed her udders into the waiting suction cups, feeling her erect teats slip into the gripping, sucking tubes. Her pregnant belly hung low, almost to the level of her knees resting on the padding at the back of the machine.

The bull got up and walked slowly, calmly over to the machine. He still couldn’t believe it: The most powerful woman in the entire county, bent over aydın escort naked with her gigantic tits strapped into this machine, begging him frantically to fuck her. It made him feel unstoppable, though he harbored no illusions that this feeling was accurate; if he ever really refused her or tried to take advantage of the situation for anything other than mind-bogglingly good sex, she would replace him faster than the blink of an eye. There were hundreds of men equipped to satisfy her just like he was, and only one hucow who had anywhere near her level of cunning, influence, and raw sexuality. She owned him, just like she owned so much of everything that surrounded them. But for now, in their little fantasy world, he was in charge, and he was going to enjoy the hell out of that!

“You’ve been a good little slut for me, Ashley,” he encouraged her, and saw her try to rub her thighs together over her enormously swollen clit to relieve some of the tension building in her.

“I’ve been so good! Please, fuck me! Make me cum!” she raved, her eyes watering and her back arching uncontrollably with want.

“First I want to milk you some,” he told her, reaching forward and flicking the machine on. The pumping began, intermittent squeezes of the suction cups that began to pull the milk from her sensitive, throbbing teats. He watched in awe as squirts of milk began trickling down the tubes into the waiting container, filling with the milk she so eagerly produced.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Milk me like the cow slut I am!” she screamed, her legs shaking as the pleasure of having her milky udders sucked on began to overwhelm her. “Oh please, please, make me cum! This is too intense, I’m going to – I’m – OH! YES!” Ashley began writhing erratically, large spurts of milk shooting down the machine’s tubes as the pleasure of her orgasm triggered letdown.

“Oh you little slut!” teased the bull, grinning at her as he moved in front of the machine. “I didn’t tell you that you could come, did I?”

“N – N – No you didn’t! I’m sorry! It was just – just tooooo intense,” she sobbed, still wracked by aftershocks.

“Do you want to make it up to me so that I’ll fuck you? And I mean really fuck you.”

“YES! What do you want? I’ll do anything! I’m yours, use me like the hucow whore I am!” She looked up at him with big, watering eyes and big her lip, wondering what he would choose. She excelled at deepthroating bull cock, and knew she had sucked this particular stud off recently, so the memory was still fresh for both of them…

He moved closer, lifting his hard cock to rub against her face, and cupped her chin in his hand. “I want you to suck me, and I want you to cum as hard as you can while you do,” he told her, hardly able to stop himself from cumming when he pictured what he described.

Ashley, eager to get the show on the road, didn’t bother answering but instead just opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. “Eeee ooo iii” she begged, starting to drool as she suddenly craved the taste of cock.

He lined himself up with her sloppy mouth and started to inch forward, feeling her tongue coat him with spit. “Oh Ashley, yes! Your mouth is so good,” he told her, knees buckling slightly at the sudden ağrı escort pleasure as she lurched forward and took his bulbous head into her throat, not gagging at all. She was well-practiced, after all!

“This feels so good, I may just cum in your throat and leave you un-fucked!” he teased, and saw her face suddenly transform into one of genuine, rabid fear.

“Oooooo eeee uuuu eeee” she begged, gurgling on his cock and frantically trying to spit him out.

“Fiiiine,” he relented, but then grabbed the sides of her face and held her head still. “But first, you still need to squirt while I fuck your slut face, okay my dear?”

She started to nod as much as she could with his cock between her lips, but was forced to stop when his entire length was thrust into her mouth and throat. Instead, she just gurgled her pleasure at being used and lathed him as fast as she could with her tongue.

After another minute of this, he took pity on the poor, cock-hungry hucow before him and decided to help. Reaching forward with his long arms, he hooked his fingers and began to play with her entrance, rubbing in and out and making her thrash wildly, still hooked into the machine. Soon she let out a scream – as well as she could, with her mouth still full of cock – and began to cum uncontrollably. Her juices shot out, soaking the invading digits and splashing all over the floor. When she came down from the orgasmic high and he withdrew his fingers, she was still ecstatic. That meant she could get fucked now! She looked excitedly up at the bull whose cock she was sucking on and tried to question him with her eyes.

“Soon, my little hucow slut, soon. I just want to take some more pleasure from your beautiful mouth first, now be a good girl and take it,” he told her compassionately, and she nodded as much as she was able. She wanted to be fucked, but as a true slut of course her first duty was to allow the bulls to find pleasure from her body!

The bull kept up his thrusting for another few minutes until he felt his large balls begin to tighten, and slowed. He didn’t actually want to disappoint her, he just knew that torturing her a bit with the thought of being unsatisfied would make her orgasms that much more powerful when he finally did fill her sloppy cunt.

As his cock slipped out of her lips, Ashley looked up at him with drool spilling past her chin and tears streaming down her face. “Fuck me! Fill me! I want it! I need it!” she begged crazily. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, rhythmically pulsing and contracting, desperate to be filled with hot, potent cum. Sure, she was already pregnant, but the hucow body just needed to be bred constantly!

He moved back around behind her and stood for a second inspecting her glorious rump. SMACK! The sound of his open palm colliding with her tensing ass rang out, and Ashley howled her pain and pleasure to the ceiling. “Owww! That hurt so GOOD!” she screamed, bucking her ass back towards him, wanting him to hit her again almost as badly as she wanted to be filled.

Instead, he used one powerful hand to grip her hip firmly, holding her steady as the other lined his head up with her dripping entrance. “Pleeeeaaase, just fuck me!” Ashley shrieked when the teasing had become altogether too much. She could feel his fuck-stick in position and reaady; she was ready; she needed him!

“YESSSSSS!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt the massive tool sliding into place, all the way to the base, stretching and filling her already-worn pussy.

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Alan cracked his eyes open expecting to see rays of light penetrating the darkness of his room. Instead he was met with nothing more than the red glow from the numbers on his alarm clock. He had never been much of a morning person so it was a little unsettling that he felt surprisingly alert at 4-whatever in the morning. He thought it might be his body adapting to the morning exercise and waking him up earlier in anticipation. Alan tried to close his eyes and drift back to sleep but someone slipped an idea into his brain. He couldn’t take his genies to work again–that was almost a complete disaster even without the magi showing up–but he could take them away from his apartment for the day. He could take them to a place where no one would find them. Some place fun.

Alan’s idea excited him. He bounced out of bed and after he quickly flung some clothes on he went across the hall to rouse his genies. If they got on the road soon they could make it before 10.

“Hey sleepyheads! Wake up! Today,” he announced far too jovially for being up before the sun, “we are being spontaneous.”

He called to leave a message with his boss at work that he wouldn’t be coming in today. He needed a vacation and was going to use some of his accrued paid time off.

– – –

Alan went to get a snack out of the cooler that he had brought along. He knew how much his genies enjoyed eating with him and decided not to deny them the simple pleasure of a picnic. He had made up several sandwiches and cut up some melons before they left the apartment.

He smiled to himself as passersby continued to slow down and gaze at his genies on their way along the beach. Both openly gawking chiseled men and jealous bikini-clad women seemed unnaturally drawn to Misty, Lucky, Magik, and Carmella. Alan followed the gaze of the most recent rubbernecker, turning to see what his djinni were up to. The four of them splashed in the surf like giddy little kids either unaware of all the attention directed their way or simply accustomed to it. Whatever the reason, their carefree attitudes only served to make them more beautiful.

Alan had bought them all bikinis before taking the trip. They’d had no idea where he was taking them so early in the morning or why they would need swimwear for a car ride, and Alan purposefully left them in the dark to keep it a surprise for later. He had helped them pick out the ones that he thought looked the most fetching and told them to model for him before he went to buy them all. Unfortunately the department clerk only gave him a scathing look when he asked if he could go with them to the dressing rooms to help see how well they fit.

When they had first arrived at the beach he had set out beach towels for them on the sand and brought the cooler over to stake out a spot for them to relax for the afternoon. Alan had wanted to get away and just enjoy himself for the day. None of the stress of worrying about training his mind to be sharp enough to throw together some magic at a moment’s notice. None of the worry of making a mistake at work–double checking all of his numbers to be sure he wouldn’t get fired. He had merely sat with them on the towels for a few moments explaining to the djinni how much he loved the outdoors but never really took the time to go anywhere anymore. Now that he had someone to share it with there was more meaning to taking a vacation. For a few minutes the five of them just took it in: The sparkling sand between their toes, the crash of the surf, the seagulls screeching in the distance, the cool smell of the ocean spray.

After they got settled Alan finally noticed how much attention he was getting shortly after he began putting sunscreen on them. Initially his reaction had been another brief bout of paranoia. He wondered if the magi had somehow followed him even here, but when he recognized the familiar stare of desire he felt more at ease. After that he had relaxed again and smiled to himself the entire time he smeared the lotion on each lovely woman one-by-one. Much to the enjoyment of his audience he made extra sure to cover every nook and cranny that was exposed. None of the genies had minded either, passively turning him on by pressing themselves against him as his slippery fingers glided across their skin.

Alan enjoyed himself and entertained the idea of quitting his job and moving to the beach. With what he knew now he could certainly find a way to make money. He pondered about opening a massage parlor in a little hut with the harem right here along the coast as his fingers slid across Lucky’s tight greasy stomach. Although the sunscreen had been thoroughly rubbed in, his hands continued to move in slow, sensuous circles across her body for a long time after. There may have even been a dirty joke that involved Alan holding the bottle of sunscreen down by his crotch while he squeezed more onto her frontside.

Needless to say, it had been a great day so far.

“There’s more food if you four are adana escort interested,” he hollered over the pounding of the waves against the rock. He shook his sandwich in the air to punctuate his point in case they hadn’t heard him clearly from out in the ocean.

Mesmerized by Lucky’s large breasts bouncing to and fro as she chased after the receding waves, Alan barely noticed the sparkling sunlight reflecting off of the larger waves in the distance letting him know that the sun would be setting soon and their day at the beach was likely coming to an end.

‘Is it that late already?’ He thought to himself. The continuous roar of the waves on the shore accompanied by the salty smelling mist filling the air was so relaxing. He had forgotten how easy it was to just lose track of time.

Suddenly Alan noticed another sparkle. It was closer this time but near some rocks, not out on the water. He became acutely aware of a magical presence and realized that the shimmer he was seeing wasn’t from the sun. It was strong now that he was looking for it. The amount of magic emanating from the area almost caused the beach to fade away as a blue mist engulfed him. Was there enough time to fight whatever spell he had been caught in? It was certainly strong. He had never noticed a presence like this before. He would find out now if his time spent training had been a waste or not. He turned around instinctively throwing an invisibility enchantment around himself, fully expecting to find one of the magi hunting him, yet when Alan spun around to face his attacker he saw something he knew in his heart that the average person was not meant to see. He forgot all about his magic and let the enchantment dissolve.

Before him stood an eight foot tall being which was not entirely human. It was human in nature alright–four limbs, a torso, a head, ears, and nose–but its skin was soft around the edges in a way that was difficult to describe. It was as though the blue mist surrounding them was an extension of its body. It was impossible to definitively tell where one ended and the other began. There were three strange orbs that were slowly rotating around its head and Alan couldn’t tell what they were. Each seemed to travel on an axis of its own. When they appeared about to collide they instead passed through each other in a way that reminded him of the wax inside a lava lamp. Then there were the eyes–or rather, weren’t. Instead of a couple round orbs with irises and pupils, Alan saw only voids of pulsing white energy which seemed to flow inward like perpetual waterfalls.

When it finally opened its mouth to speak he still couldn’t decide if this being had a gender. Its voice seemed to consist of several different tones melding together. Not in a chaotic way like several people talking to you at once, but more like a choir of people who are all singing the same song.

[Alan, you are unique,] it said. [I have come to visit you with the hope that you may help me and my kind, as you have shown a desire to do so already.]

“How… how could… you possibly need my help?” Alan managed to push past the mental block of his stupefying incredulity. “How do you know my name? And who are you? Are you what a genie looks like before they take form?” He asked, recognizing the strange colored mist still flowing around them at last. He still found it unnerving not being able to see anyone or anything around him through the thick mist.

[I am not. This is my only form. I am a Master Genie, the most pure of all djinni in existence.] It paused for a moment and Alan could sense that it was looking at him–or into him maybe? He wasn’t entirely sure what he could equate a master genie’s senses to. [I am the one who melded the djinni with whom you reside.]

“You what?” The hair on the backs of his arms and neck stood up slightly at what he thought this being was implying.

[I melded the djinni you have formed a bond with,] it repeated. [I will not trouble you with the intricacies of creating a djinn. Suffice it to say that the process of melding a soul with the leylines of magic requires immense knowledge and extreme precision. It has taken me several human lifetimes to gather the understanding necessary to interact with such forces and maintain a balance. This is why I require your aid. As I am certain you must know, very few humans are aware of the existence of magic and fewer still resonate with it properly.]

“And in order for me to create a genie, I have to ‘resonate’ properly?” he asked, not fully understanding what it is the master genie was asking of him. It continued to gaze upon him briefly before the white pools of its eyes suddenly turned crimson and it let loose a series of loud guffaws. Reflexively he brought his arms up and took a half-step back into a defensive stance until he realized that it wasn’t going to hurt him.

[Your enthusiasm is certainly not lacking,] it finally replied when it quit laughing. Its ankara escort eyes settling back down into a creamy orange before going white once more. [No, I would not ask one of the flesh to learn the art of melding. I was referring to your current state of resonance. You are unlike most humans in your interaction with magic.]

Alan wasn’t sure if he should feel offended to be laughed at by a master genie, but he decided now was probably not the best time to reflect upon that. He was finally starting to get a vague idea of what it was talking about. The master genie certainly seemed genuine in its appeal for help. Alan forced himself to relax a little, curiosity winning over feelings of self-preservation. “You mean like Brock? And the magi? Does this resonance you keep talking about relate to them and the shimmer that always seems to accompany magic? I’m still fairly new to all of this.”

[Yes, the group of individuals who call themselves the magi are particularly greedy. I do not know of the one named Brock. In order to understand this in the context of all things, you must understand first where magic comes from. Your power has been growing lately, correct?]

“Yeah, I have been practicing in case they try to attack me again.”

[This is not the reason. Perhaps your familiarity with magic and what you are capable of has grown, but that would not affect your ability to call upon more power. Know that behind all magic, much like all choices made in life, there are intentions. The leylines of magic demand a certain respect. If your intentions for using magic are corrupt and self-serving, your access to power will be limited. Conversely, selfless magic will increase your power by creating new magic. This new magic will follow the link you have retrospectively. This is how I was able to find you so easily. You have been frequently using magic to benefit others. Many of your spells generate new magic which flows along your link. First, back into yourself. Then into the djinn that granted you knowledge of magic, and continuing on into the djinn–myself in this case–who melded her, before finally seeping into the leylines of the Earth.]

Alan’s mind briefly flashed back to a conversation he had with Magik about altruism and the strength of magic. He had no idea that things were this complicated. An odd thought came to him: If genies are slaves and are required to grant wishes then they just do it because it is their job. He could choose. True selflessness can only come from choice, not from obligation. His human magic could theoretically become stronger than genie magic if he continued to help people. He wondered if there was any truth to that idea. It was both frightening and exciting.

[All magic comes from the Earth, so it is there that your new magic is invariably drawn. Because you resonate so closely with the nature of the leylines you may also draw upon the magic of the Earth, but until your body becomes accustomed to channeling power it will affect you adversely, likely causing a lapse in neurological connections with your brain.]

“I can channel the Earth’s magic?”

[Yes. You have likely been doing this all along before you had much magic of your own. Otherwise it might have taken you decades to reach the level of power and proficiency you have now.]

“I wasn’t even aware. They had told me that my body had to be in sync with my mind, nothing about leylines and resonance. Although, now that you mention it, I have been rendered unconscious once from pushing my abilities too far.” Alan remembered quite vividly the chimera that he had summoned in that alley several weeks ago. “No, I take that back. Twice. Last night I created a real flame somehow and it forced me unconscious as well… So, in order to channel magic from the Earth I need good resonance. What is the deal with the magi then? They seem to have a pretty good handle on their magic as well, yet they almost killed me trying to find the genies living with me. I see no good intentions there.”

[The magi circumvent the need for proper resonance via selfless magic by shattering the links of genies and taking them for themselves. Their power grows with each genie they drain, but the husks they leave behind are something less than dead, yet at the same time their fate is much worse than death. They are beings without souls, left to decay in a short life that can be nothing but agony.]

The master genie paused for a moment; its eyes had turned an iron gray which Alan now deduced was somehow linked to its emotion. It still gave him the creeps.

[It is impossible even for me to know what it feels like to be without a soul for none have survived it, but the feeling of slowly decomposing from the inside cannot be a pleasant one. The amount of magic these magi get through their ruthless methods hardly compares to being able to tap into a great reservoir such as the Earth’s magic. This is why they have to drain so many genies, adıyaman escort it is incredibly inefficient. Unfortunately, when that happens there is a break in the flow of magic back to me, and that will inevitably result in my being too weak to create any new genies and will finally accelerate my own death.]

“But you’re so strong,” Alan argued, gesturing around him. “Your shimmer is unlike anything I have seen so far. It doesn’t seem confined to you or your spells. It’s more like an aura. You must have a significant amount of your own magic. How would you ever become weak enough for that to happen?”

[You use illusory magic primarily, such as that invisibility enchantment you just willed when I arrived. Have you noticed that the longer you will an enchantment to exist, the more difficult it becomes?]

“Yeah, my genies said there is no such thing as permanence when it comes to my enchantments.”

[That is an oversimplification. It is true that magic does have limits, but the threshold for those limits is likely difficult for you to comprehend. I have used temporal magic to slow the passage of time while we speak to keep anyone else from taking note of our interaction. This is within my ability, certainly easier than reversing the flow of time, and I have willed this enchantment to exist for several minutes now. I could continue for hours if it were warranted. This is something beyond the ability of any human currently living.]

[The amount of magic that I possess is far superior to yours, yet as a race of magical beings all djinni consume magic every day as a part of our existence. We are magical beings. This trait is what gives us such potent control over magic, but it comes with a price. Much like you would die after ten minutes without oxygen in your blood, I too would die after a short time of being without magic. The genies that I have melded must also consume magic, but on a much lesser scale, especially while they remain in their gaseous form. As they grant the desires of others and use magic of their own I am given enough magic to sustain myself. This is the reason for the mantra instilled in every djinn we meld. They are not only slaves to us, but us to them as well. Without coexistence there would be no existence.]

“I still don’t agree with it, but I can see the functional use of such a society,” Alan grumbled, still not exactly ready to argue with this intimidating plume of personified magic. “So the magi are causing breaks in your flow of magic and you want to stop them. Do you have a plan?”

[There are enough genie hunters in the world already. If I were to risk openly revealing myself to those such as the magi, their numbers would increase a hundred fold. They would not only begin hunting me for my vast power–a nightmare in itself, imagine the type of Magi that would be spawned if one of them managed to drain my power–but my actions would also endanger the few thousand lesser djinni that I am responsible for. I have been a master genie for close to seven thousand years and in that time I have only encountered two others, just one of whom still lives. I cannot risk doing this task myself with our numbers so few.]

[The magi are dangerous, but they are also foolish. They know next to nothing of the leylines of magic and how their actions are affecting the world. They are nothing more than babes playing with explosives–as much a danger to themselves as those around them.]

Alan felt his face go numb when he realized what this being was indirectly asking of him. He didn’t want to anger this immensely powerful djinn by refusing to help. What choice was there?

“So… you want me to help you to… to what? Take down a ring of murderous magic thieves all by myself?” Alan spoke quietly, almost afraid to put voice to his thoughts.

[You are afraid. I cannot blame you. I-]

“You’re damn right I’m afraid!” Alan interrupted, his anger at having his fears confirmed overpowering his caution. “You show up here expecting me to think you’re some kind of saint while you enslave your whole race. And I’m supposed to help you. I… am supposed to help YOU. I don’t care about you or the magic of the Earth. What does it have to do with me? What you’re asking is suicide! Maybe I didn’t have the biggest plans for my future, but I’d still like to HAVE a future!”

Alan pressed his fingers against his brow, closed his eyes, and took a shaky breath, exhaling slowly. He wasn’t the type of person to yell, but this situation felt completely out of his control. He hated being forced to do things.

“Jus-just hold on for a second,” he said, waiting for the flowing adrenaline in his veins to ebb.

[I never expressed that you would be alone. I had hope when I came to find you that you would be sympathetic to our cause,] the genie said, remaining impassive.

“I’m sorry. I-” Alan took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Do you know how ridiculous this sounds? You are the most powerful genie I have ever met–and I have seen the others do some amazing things before you showed up–and you’re going to tell me that you can’t go take care of the magi. Instead I have to go do it? Me. Alan Castillo. I mean obviously I have some access to magic, but a month ago I had no clue about any of this!”

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Drew and Katie had been dating since the summer before her junior year in college. Both had a tendency toward over achievement in school, and this was the first long term relationship for either. Katie had long red hair and a short, curvy frame. Drew was very thin, and slightly taller than average. He was always a fan of a simple t-shirt with the name of an obscure band paired with some grotesquely over sized headphones, and she of the ankle-length skirt and sweaters or sweatshirts. He had graduated by now, and her own college career would be over in another month. They were together for a long time. There were fireworks at first, and the relationship was quickly approaching its 3rd anniversary. However, their interest in each other was waning, and frankly they only stayed together because each was too scared of being lonely and the childish hope that an anniversary would suddenly revitalize their interest.

While Katie continued with college, Drew had entered the working world and had an entry-level position punching numbers into a computer for a Fortune 500. He was living at home again and although the drive wasn’t long, they didn’t see each other as much. He did end up seeing a lot of his new coworkers though, including Tori. Tori was a secretary, and seeing as the only way he could see their boss in person was to talk to her first, the two became friends. She had a similar build to Katie, though a bit thinner and her hair was dark and worn short with highlights, put up in an artsy random arrangement. She was more outgoing than Katie, and although she was ambitious, it didn’t keep her from having fun. They had very little in common: a shared attraction to Drew’s shaggy hair and thin frame; an intangible “cuteness”; and a place in Drew’s fantasies.

Of course, Drew didn’t believe that Tori was interested in him, and since he had a girlfriend, he didn’t consider dating her to be an option, although it must have been somewhere in his subconscious because he never mentioned Katie. In the meantime, two of them became good friends and as they moved from awkward small talk to deep conversation and real trust, the awkward geek in him was slowly killed and replaced by a functional human being. *** Needless to say, Drew’s heart skipped a beat when Tori asked him during the lunch break chit-chat, “So are you doing anything tonight?” Drew was just thinking that because of Katie he had no choice to turn down a dinner with his secret crush when she continued, “I mean, I was asking because a bunch of us are going out for some drinks. It’s just a group thing.”

“Oh..uh, in that case I can go. I mean, I’d love to go. Not that…it’s just I was thinking…”

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll have you back in one piece. But as long as you don’t have plans, we’d all love it if you could come.”

Drew responded, “Oh, it would be nice to finally get out a little. Lately, things have gotten kind of boring.” Without speaking aloud, he continued unfairly, “it can get boring when you’re always fighting with your bitchy girlfriend”. Certainly, the relationship wasn’t working, but they deserved equal blame.

“Awww, what’s wrong?”she asked sincerely. She didn’t get an answer. *** The coworkers sauntered into Jimmy’s Pub, and Steve, a slightly overweight man with a little bit of muscle definition and dirty blond short hair, ordered a beer for everyone. All told, the group consisted of Rosa, a cute twenty-six year old of Hispanic descent with very large breasts and Jake, a barely older dark-haired, buzz-cut, male complete with six pack who was dating Rosa. They had been dating for some time and were hanging on each other when they walked in. Once Steve returned with the beer, they started things off with some casual office gossip. Eventually, Drew found out that the group first started adana escort coming here as a double date destination when Steve and Tina were going out. As their inhibitions faded, the group fell to story telling. Apparently, Steve had once walked in to the storage closet to find Rosa on top of Jake with her skirt hiked up. Rosa’s rebuttal story was about the time that they saw a movie together and Tina, while returning to her seat tried to sneak up and lick the back of Steve’s neck—only to find out that he had switched seats with Jake. “Don’t you smile,” Rosa said, and slapped Jake. Jake kissed her.

As fun as it was to listen, Drew definitely felt out of place in the group; he couldn’t really contribute. Tina must have heard him, because she inquired, “so what about you babe? Let’s hear your deepest, darkest secrets.”

“Yeah, we haven’t heard anything from the new boyfriend yet,” Rosa teased. Caught off guard, all Drew did was blush.

Tina defended his honor saying, “don’t be mean to our new friend, you’ll scare him away and he won’t come back.”

“I don’t really have any good stories,” he began, but after receiving disapproving glances he tried again, “I guess there is one. A few years ago, my girlfriend and I were in class, sitting apart from each other and we each sneaked out to mess around together.”

“And…,” Rosa said. She was only being playful, but clearly his audience was unimpressed.

“And….we met up and started making out, and then we find a quiet hallway and start going at it a little more. That’s when the professor from the class walks out the back door of the lecture hall just a yard away from us.”

Tina was shocked, Drew almost apologized, but then she said, “Wow…that is a lot more strange than I expected. You’ll fit in just fine with us.”

Rosa and Jake were still holding hands, but at some point their hands had slipped stealthily off the table and into his lap. Quite suddenly, Jake interrupted, “Sorry guys, but we better take off we’re both feeling a little tired.” The abruptness wasn’t lost on their companions who saw the young couple leave each with a hand in the other’s pocket.

As the couple left, Tina commented, “that wasn’t too obvious. Pretty soon they’ll just start fucking each other on the table right in front of us.”

“I thought Steve pretty much proved that they were already past the point of fucking in front of you guys,” Drew interjected.

“Nah, Steve was probably just trying to catch a glimpse of Rosa’s tits. He would never go into the storage room himself just because he needed something.

“Hey, if you guys are just going to make fun of me all night, I’m leaving. Besides I have to get some sleep tonight. Oh and by the way, I was NOT trying to sneak a peek at her tits—but they were certainly worth it.” With that, he walked out and Drew and Tina were alone together at the table. The rest of the bar was still somewhat crowded, but not in their corner.

Drew was the first to break the long silence, saying “Well considering all the teasing I received my story was more embarrassing then yours. I think that’s kind of unfair, maybe you should tell another.”

She mockingly imitated his stammering and mumbling, “…well…I…uh don’t really have any.”

Regardless of rather it was because of the last argument he had with Katie, or because Tina was so hot when her hair fell across her face, or because of all the alcohol they had that night, Drew said, “well do you care to make some new stories tonight?” Neither one of them was sure if he was joking or not.

“Sure.” She reached down in between his legs, feeling around for his penis. She found it, and was pleased that it was already pretty firm. She squeezed the head with her finger tips ankara escort through his pants, and then used her nails to scratch underneath it. She then scratched down the length of his cock, and in the trimmed hair at its base. Drew was already shuddering with enjoyment. “So what do you think?”

Drew glanced around at the other customers in the bar. He was about to say no, but he couldn’t find the strength, he only moaned approvingly. With that, Tina unzipped his pants and reached in to grab the hard cock. She moaned, “wow, it’s big.” Although Drew wasn’t huge he was above average, and he definitely enjoyed hearing that. Drew squirmed in his seat as she started rubbing his cock with a couple of finger tips. She licked her hand to moisten it and then reached down and grabbed the swollen head of his member and slowly began to stroke. With her other hand she scratched and teased his inner thighs. As she sped up her work on his cock, his breathing turn ragged.

Suddenly, Drew became aware that he had been lost in the pleasure. He was sure that someone would notice if they kept this up much longer. Everywhere he felt eyes on him. “Someone…might notice…better…stop,” he whispered.

“Oh I will eventually, when I’m done.” She put her leg in between his, over his lap and again increased the rate of her pleasureful assault. Drew made a half-hearted effort to pull away, only to think better of it. He slowly thrust in and out of Tori’s hand. Clearly, much of the bar knew what was happening as he saw more and more eyes turned his way. His inhibitions faded away and he started to enjoy the attention. After all, he was quite proud of Tori’s enthusiasm.

As Drew felt the orgasm build, he stopped his thrusting and whispered, “Fuck…I’m close…we better stop.” Again Tori somehow tightened her grip and sped her stroking. She moved closer to him, rubbing against his lap. “Oh, fuck…” Drew exclaimed, and then a wave of fear passed through him before he throw his head back in ecstasy and parted with his load.

Tori smiled and whispered in artificially throaty voice, “all finished.” Then she discretely removed her hand and licked it clean. Her smile grow exponentially as she saw a moist spot appear on Drew’s pants. Drew was dumbfounded, and would have sat there staring into space had Tori not said, “so since it’s so late, maybe you should walk me home.”

“Afraid someone will take advantage of you sexually?”

“Actually, I’m hoping for it,” she responded. With that, they walked out. Tori once again flashed that evil grin that had been so prevalent that night when she said, “well, I guess we out PDA’ed Rosa and Jake today. You know, you’re a bad influence on me.”

As Drew sobered up a little and calmed down sexually, he started to notice just how easy it is to talk to Tori, and that she brought out his adventurous side. Still caught up in the moment, he was able to ignore that there would be consequences for cheating and just appreciate the great repartee between the two of them, and how they were seemingly perfect for each other. “Yeah, I’m the bad influence, huh? If that’s the case, then why is my underwear soaked?”

She laughed hysterically. “First, if that’s the criteria, then my underwear is surely as wet as yours by now. Besides, I suggest that you stop trying to imply that I’m slutty for getting you off, otherwise it might not happen again.”

“Ah, but there’s nothing wrong with being slutty, as long as you’re my slut. I intend to make my slut very happy.” Tori hit him, but her eyes twinkled with a genuine smile. He pushed her lightly against the wall and tickled under her arms. She slipped by and ran around the corner while he chased her, both giggling hysterically.

He knew he could catch her but adıyaman escort as he rounded the corner and took a few steps, but stopped when he didn’t see her anyway. As he staggered forward confused, he felt two hands go over his eyes. He heard Tori whisper, “your slut’s apartment is back here.” With that, she pulled him into a doorway. She unlocked the door, and the two lovers raced to the elevator and then into her tiny, studio apartment.

Drew immediately threw her on to her bed, and pulled down the long skirt and tiny panties. He examined the thong underwear to find that it indeed was very wet. He smiled as he tossed the underwear away, and then began teasing the very edges of her slit with his finger. With that he kissed her slightly toned abs, and then her side, then right on her belly button. “Stop,” she ordered and he did, “take your shirt off first.” As he pulled it over his head, he revealed tone abs and surprising large muscles. She moaned approvingly, and started playing with his upper body with her finger nails. After that he became still more aggressive as he started to kiss the inside of her thighs.

As he worked, he glanced over at his objective. Her pussy was wet and glistening. He noticed that the surrounding flesh was smooth and so creamy that he could barely look away. The hair was neatly trimmed and shaved into a little feminine strip above her pubic bone further drawing attention to the irresistible, humid orifice. His cock bulged in his pants, and she noticed, but he ignored it. He grabbed her by each of her appealing hips. Raw desire rushed through their veins. Drew eased his head in between her legs and began licking all around her sex. From there, he began probing the outer portion of her pussy, inserting his tongue. Tori moaned hungrily. Drew turned his attention to her already engorged clitoris. As he licked, Tori twisted and squirmed below him with pleasure. He tightened his grip on her thighs only making her even more turned on with the sensation of being overpowered. He continued his relentless attack on her, moving his tongue over the organ rapidly.

His clit-licking had no predictability, each flick of his tongue was a pleasant surprise to Tori. She thought to herself that she never expected Drew to be so good at this. “Oooh, Drew…oh..god yes,” Tori murmured. Drew flattened out his tongue to lick the entire clit a couple of times and then returned to his surgical stimulation using the tip of his tongue to address her microscopic nerves almost one at a time, rapidly yet precisely. As he continued, he inserted his middle finger into her warm pussy. Imagining his cock in that warm niche, drove him wild with desire.

As Tori felt the pleasure building up inside of her, she pulled Drew down on to the bed and then held her pussy over his face so he could continue. While he went to town on her, she unzipped his khaki pants and eventually managed to pull out his rock hard, very large cock. As she knelt with her wet cooch resting on his mouth, she took him in her mouth. She licked around his cock, and then inserted it almost completely through her mouth and into her throat. She went back and forth between this and holding the tip in her mouth and ravaging it with her tongue. She swirled and pulled it.

Drew, still with his mouth all over her clit began sucking on it now and reinserted his finger. Dragging the fingertip across the warm wet wall of her pussy, he made her shudder with pleasure with a lengthy come-hither motion.

She responded by dragging his cock lightly across her teeth, feeling him moan with approval as the vibrations washed over her own clit. As the lovers continued their passionate display, each felt a wave of pleasure washing over their heart, through their limbs and finally crashing down on their respective genitalia. Tori was compelled to scream out as the climax came. The moment she opened her mouth, orgasm came to Drew as well, spraying his cum on to her face and his crotch. She collapsed onto Drew, and he gave her wet slit one light kiss.

The two would fall asleep spooning.

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Okay, this is my first story, so please be gentle! Constructive criticism will be much appreciated 🙂

*

Scott slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 8 a.m. ‘Ugh,’ he thought, ‘why didn’t it go off? I’m gonna be late. Oh well.’

Stretching slowly, the memory suddenly hit him: soft skin brushing against his, warmth enveloping him. He looked at the sleeping figure beside him. He was on his honeymoon.

He chuckled a bit at his lapse of memory and watched her sleep. People had said they were crazy to get married. She was barely 19 and he was 22, and the whole of their tiny town had agreed that they were much too young and that they’d had their entire lives ahead of them to get married. He smiled as he remembered her dark eyes staring up at him when he pulled the small, black velvet box out of his pocket; the way she’d looked walking down the aisle…and the way she’d cried out, her soft lips trembling as she’d experienced her first orgasm ever.

The thought made him instantly hard.

He reached out and slowly tugged the sheet van escort down from her body. She was stretched out on her back and her skin looked unbelievably smooth in the morning light. He reached out and slid a finger down her spine. When he reached her round ass, he rested his hand there and squeezed softly. She stirred a little and let out a soft moan. He grinned and leaned down and kissed her shoulder, moving slowly down her back. By the time he reached her waist, she was wide awake. He wrapped his arm round her and pulled her so her ass was high in the air. She giggled and waved it at him a little. He reached out and smacked it gently before leaning down and licking her shaved pussy.

He’d only been with one other girl. He’d met Mara when he was 17 and she was 14 and they’d been together ever since, but before her, he had a short fling with a college girl and she’d taught him all about eating pussy. He was glad now, as he slid his tongue into Mara’s rapidly moistening cut and wiggled it around, causing her to let out a loud moan. He slid his tongue down yalova escort to her clit and sucked on it for a few moments, flicking it with his tongue. Her breathing got deeper and she gripped the sheets in her hands.

He pulled away and she rolled over on her back to look up at him. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to him roughly before leaning down and kissing her hard. She moaned into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck and her body pressing against him. He leaned down and kissed and sucked her left nipple, squeezing and pinching the right one before switching.

“Scott,” she moaned, “please…I can’t take it anymore.” She grabbed his hips and tugged them close. He moaned and reached down, gripping his pulsing 8 inches and slowly slid the tip in. She whimpered and wrapped her legs around him, urging him to stop being careful.

He let out a guttural sound as her pussy gripped him tightly. He tried to start out slowly, but it her urging was too much, and before long he was pumping in and out of her at a steady rhythm. His mouth covered çorlu escort her nipple and nibbled it softly, causing her to moan and cry out. He kissed her neck and licked her earlobe, and before long, she wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as hard as she could as her orgasm ripped through her. He slowed a little, trying to hold on as long as possible.

She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust and pushed at his shoulders. It took him a second, but when he realized what she wanted, he rolled over, holding onto her so she was on top of him.

She put her small hands on his chest to balance herself and slowly started to move her hips. He closed his eyes and moaned, feeling her tight pussy grip him as she moved. He reached up and squeezed her breasts, causing her to throw her head back.

The image she presented him—one of pure sexual bliss and wanton abandon, was too much. She felt him cum deep inside her pussy, gripping her hips so hard she knew she’d have bruises the next day. The feeling of his hot cum filling her brought her to another orgasm and she cried out his name as she came.

His hands on her waist pulled her off of him and he held her close. He kissed her tenderly before murmuring “Thank you,” against her lips. She smiled and snuggled closer. They fell asleep in each other arm’s, dreaming of their lives together.

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Imagine dreaming about a co-worker. It doesn’t seem like that odd of an idea. But because of this co-worker my life has taken on a completely different characteristic. I’m to the point where I don’t even know who I am anymore.

It started a year ago; I had just been hired to the IT Sales department. I was a young kid just out of college, looking for my way in life. My first day on the job I met a woman. She was wearing a pretty bland work-office uniform. Longer skirt, a white button up shirt, and suit jacket. I wouldn’t have normally noticed her, but when I first saw her she was bent over grabbing a paper that had fallen from the office printer. As she bent over, I saw a light blue thong that suggested everything BUT being a regular office lady.

I went home that night, and could think of nothing but this woman. I didn’t even know her name, but in my dreams she came to me. I would be lying in bed, half asleep and I’d hear a knock on the door. She’d push it open, wearing that business suit. Upon coming into my bedroom she would slowly strip; taking off her suit jacket, and then unbuttoning the shirt one button at a time while licking her lips. She would pull up her skirt teasingly to just below her panties, feeling her pussy through her skirt.

Until the buttons were all undone, then she would play with her bra under her shirt. Finally she would completely take off the shirt, stepping closer to my bed, unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Left in just her underwear, she would slowly unfasten her bra, teasing me as she uncovered just a small bit of her areola. Finally, she would drop her bra to the floor and begin playing with her pussy through her panties.

Turning around I could see her cute ass, she would bend over showing me her asshole around her thong, asking to be fucked. Playing with her clit she would watch me through her open legs, her long blond hair hanging under her. She would turn around, place her knee on my bed; call my name as she stuck her hand into her underwear. I could hear her breathing deeply as she played with herself.

Finally, she would cum at the foot of my bed, her light blue thong dripping with her wetness. Then I would wake up and it would be morning. It was very frustrating; as I just wanted to touch her, make her cum with my hands.

One morning, as I walked into work I spotted her in the break room. I ran in determined to find out her name. I walked straight up to her; her back was turned to me as she was getting a cup of coffee from the machine. “Umm,” I called, trying to come up with the words to say to her.

“Hi,” she turned around, smiling at my shyness. As she moved to walk around me, behind her shirt peered an uncovered nipple. I saw through the open space between buttons on her shirt. The perfect pink nipple stared up at me for an instant, asking to be licked. I couldn’t believe what I had seen. As I sat there in contemplation she left the room, when I looked up to make conversation she was long gone.

My dreams continued for weeks, barely changing. Every night would be the same thing, she would inch closer to me, removing piece after piece of clothing. Until she would get to my bed, get off, and then I would wake up. The longer this happened, I began waking up with such a hard on I would have to masturbate in the shower. Eyes closed I imagining her reaching out to my cock on her knees in the shower with me. Pulling it into her warm mouth as she wrapped her tongue around my head. Stroking back and forth she would bring me closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, I would explode cum spurting into her face, into her mouth, and onto her perfectly perky breasts. Then, when I’d open my eyes, I would be alone in the shower with cum on my feet.

Going to work started to cause me physical pain, as I would see her in the hall my penis would leap through my pants at her. I had to relieve myself several times a day on average, just to keep my mind on the work at hand. As I began to make friends at work I would ask them who she was. No one really knew, she was quiet and reserved.

Sitting in a meeting one Thursday, I was surprised as she pulled up the seat across from me. Throughout the whole meeting, my eyes kept flickering to her. Suddenly, I felt someone’s bare feet rubbing up my leg under my pants. They had warm soft feet, in my mind I imagined her unzipping my pants under the table, pulling out my hard cock and sucking it into her mouth. Playing with my balls as she sucked and licked at me.

“Mr. John,” the director called my name. I returned to reality, her foot still massaging my leg, climbing higher and higher.

“Yes sir, sorry,” I said looking up to the Director.

“It was a complement. Keep up the good work,” he smiled at me. The room applauded. Blushing I felt her foot reach my hard penis under the table, my eyes darted straight to her face as she felt my hard cock with her foot. If it was her, she didn’t give any hint. She sat in her chair calmly listening to the meeting. Looking urfa escort across the table I tried to investigate who else could be feeling me, coming up with no one.

As we left the meeting, she followed me out. Walking to the bathroom to deal with my erection I heard her footsteps behind me. I turned to look, and she was gone. “Damn,” I said to myself as I walked into the bathroom stall. I pulled out my huge hard penis and started stroking. Suddenly, the door opened. I stopped instantly, listening.

“What are you doing this weekend?” I heard a woman’s voice in the hallway.

“Well, I’ll be at Club Blue, maybe I’ll see you there…Yeah… ok great.” I was left in silence, my hard on begging to be released. I closed my eyes, imagining.

She pulled the stall door open, coming in behind me. Her hand felt down my chest, my stomach, and my thighs. She reached her hand up my shirt, rubbing my muscled stomach. I could smell her perfume on the air, beautiful. I kept stroking, until her hand pushed mine aside. Her hand covered my cock, stroking me fast and hard. My head fell back, gasping as quietly as I could.

My knees started to twitch as she drew me closer to orgasm. Suddenly she turned me around, taking my hand she plunged it deep into her skirt. I felt her wet hot pussy between my fingers. My thumb found her clit as she pushed my index finger into herself. She humped my hand as she stroked my cock. I was going to cum, quickly, so was she. As I rubbed harder and harder with my thumb I fingered her harder and harder. Finding her G-Spot I put pressure on it knowing she was going to cum soon, I stuck my pinky in her asshole as I fingered her hard. She moaned, filled in all ways.

Her body pressed against mine, feeling her hard nipples through her shirt. My penis exploded in her hand all over her fingers, suddenly her pussy squirted all over. The sound of her cumming and squirting on the floor was enough to make me cum again.

I opened my eyes, alone in the stall, alone in the bathroom. Suddenly, I heard high heels walking in the bathroom! To the door, and out. I shut my pants as quick as I could; running out after whom ever was in the bathroom, finding an empty hall. I finished the week strong, making good numbers. I didn’t see her again until Friday night as we both left the building.

Standing in the elevator together in silence. I couldn’t help but stare at her breasts, wondering if they were uncovered in there again today. I heard a buzzing, as she reached for her cell phone in her purse I watched her beautiful face as she smiled at the message, wishing she could smile at me like that.

As the door opened she walked to it, suddenly her cell phone slipped from her grasp. I jumped down to catch it, making it just in time. I looked down at the screen, “10PM in the Blue Lady room, I’ll be there waiting for you.”

I handed the phone back to her, acting like I hadn’t read the message.

“Thank you so much!” She exclaimed. “I’m such a klutz. You’re new right? I’m Roxxana.”

“Oh, hi,” I stuttered. “I’m John but you can call me Val.”

“Val? Isn’t that a girls name?” She giggled.

“No, it’s my last name. Valentine, I’ve always gone by Val.”

“Oh, ok. Have a good weekend John Valentine,” she walked down the hall and out the front door.

My mouth hanging open in disbelief, I finally knew her name. “Roxxana,” I repeated to myself, smiling.

That night, I fought with myself. Considering whether or not I should try to find Roxxana. I was still unsure about where this ‘Blue Lady Room’ was. I decided to just go to bed early. Maybe she would visit me in my sleep…hopefully. Suddenly, I woke straight up out of a deep sleep; looking at the clock it was 9:30. I couldn’t help it; I rushed to my dresser and threw on the most hip thing I could find. Then ran to my computer to look up the Blue Lady Room, only to find absolutely nothing.

I had almost forgotten about the nightclub conversation I overheard, I looked up the address of Club Blue; if I left right then, I could make it just in time. I ran down to my cheap busted up car. Hoping it would start and get me to Club Blue without any problems. Luckily it started, and I flew.

Pulling into the parking lot at Club Blue I looked down at the clock, 9:58. “Perfect,” I smiled, getting out of the car. I was so nervous, my eyes darting around the crisp night, cold air biting at my face. There was a lit blue door on the building, no sign. But I could hear loud music coming from the building. I walked to the door hesitantly, ready to run to my car and leave quickly.

Opening the door, there were no bouncers, no sign of people at all. As I walked down the dark blue-lit hallway leading away from the door I came to a large party hall. Booming loud music poured out the doorway at me. Just inside were two very well built bouncers. They turned to me as I walked in, nodding at me then allowing me to pass.

I walked to the bar that was just sivas escort to the left of the room. A blue light stretched around the bottom of the bar, lighting up the patrons feet. I asked for the strongest drink they had, hoping I could do away with my nerves. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone with blond hair, my eyes darted to the person searching every inch of her. Amazing bottom, perfect silhouette, but she was turned away from me so I couldn’t see her face.

I downed the rest of my drink, paying the bartender. I followed this beautiful person, hoping it was Roxxana; she walked through a doorway, just inside was a curtain. I pulled the curtain aside, walking in after her. The hallway was pitch black, I couldn’t hear anything and I couldn’t see anything. I continued to walk straight, hands stretched out in front of me.

My hands found a cold stone wall, listening intently for any sound; I heard talking and soft music from my left. Keeping my hands on the wall I inched toward the sound. I found another doorway. A hand reached out to me from inside, speaking softly.

“Come in, don’t be afraid. You don’t need to see while you’re in here. Are you interested in acting or observing?” The soft woman’s voice whispered in the darkness.

“Umm… I don’t know, I’ve never been here before. What’s going on?” I asked nervously.

“Well then this will be a very special night for you,” she called turning around. “Everyone, we have a first timer.” I heard a lot of shuffling, and suddenly I felt someone’s hand in mine pulling me forward. “Don’t worry, everything will be just fine. Enjoy yourself,” the woman called from the door as I was led deeper into the room.

I was led to a soft couch, where my hand was led to the soft surface.

“You can sit back here,” a woman’s voice called to me. I felt someone pulling at my shoes; I fought it for a minute, and then decided I was sick of being afraid. I let it happen, as I was slowly undressed. I found myself naked in the darkness soon after. A woman pressed me down on the couch, kissing my neck. I loved her warm breath on my collarbone as she licked and nibbled. I felt her breasts against my chest as she lay down against me.

She inched her way down me, finding my penis with her warm hand. She pulled it to her mouth and started kissing it softly. Another woman began kissing me, tongue gently twisting in my mouth. She tasted like strawberry; I loved every minute of it, my hard penis in some stranger’s mouth.

Suddenly, who ever was sucking me off was gone. I felt someone hovering over me, the suddenly sat down in my lap. I moaned softly as my cock slid into someone’s pussy. Feeling the warmth hug me, she began to rock and moan as my huge cock pressed deeper inside her. I reached my hand around, playing with her breasts I found her erect nipple and massaged it gently. My hand was ripped away, pressed to someone else’s pussy, her hard clit pulsing against my palm as I rubbed hard and fast.

The woman sitting on me cried out in pleasure as she reached orgasm, her cum dripped down my hard cock as she pulled me out of her. She bent over slipping my cock in her mouth. Pushing me down on the couch, she pulled her pussy to my mouth lying against me as she sucked.

My tongue tasted her cum, lapping at her clit, following her slit back to her asshole, I licked her so hard, my penis exploded in her face as she rocked back and forth on my mouth. “Oh GOD!” She exclaimed shuttering with pleasure. She squirted in my face as she rocked and jumped on top of me.

She left me, alone in darkness again. Suddenly, there was another woman sucking on my penis, her breasts against my knees as she stroked my shaft. Her tongue licking my cum off my head. A light began to grow in the middle of the room, a spotlight. Very gentle blue light illuminated a woman lying in the middle of a bed.

As I stared in disbelief I saw Roxxana lying completely naked as she had been in my imagination. Her wet pussy glistening in the soft blue light, she was blindfolded and couldn’t see anything. Roxxana’s snatch was waiting to be penetrated. As I stood watching, suddenly I was being led forward towards her. I fought against it; looking back I was being led by a naked woman. She smiled at me, knowingly.

“Thank you,” she smiled as she walked away from me, leaving me at the edge of Roxxana’s bed.

“So you’re new here, huh?” She called to me from the middle of the bed.

“Uh huh,” I said quietly, hoping she wouldn’t recognize my voice.

“Well tonight’s your lucky night,” she felt down to her wet pussy, rubbing her clit with her index finger. Suddenly, her knees bent, she spread her lips “Will you fuck me?”

I was shoved, hard to the bed. Falling on top of her, my penis aimed itself perfectly and slit deeply inside her as she held herself open. “Oh GOD!” She screamed as I buried my cock in her. Her hands reached around me burying her nails in my back. “How are you so fucking tekirdağ escort big?!” She exclaimed, pulling her knees up higher. I fucked her hard for all my life was worth. She screamed, cried, moaned, and came. As I buried my cock in her time and time again I watched her writhe in pleasure under me. Smiling widely, I leaned down and sucked her nipple.

“Oh shit!” She cried as I played with her nipple, my warm tongue lapping at it furiously. My mouth found its way up to her neck, kissing, licking and sucking. Her breath became shallow, pussy tightening around my cock. I quickly gave her a hickey, wanting to mark her, hoping it would still be there next week.

“Turn over,” I demanded. As she did, three women walked up to the bed, one wearing a strap-on. I pulled her ass cheeks down and open, exposing her cute, tight, pink asshole. The woman with the strap-on got down under Roxxana, positioning the double-sided dildo strap-on perfectly so they would both enjoy the ride.

The two other women sat down facing us on the bed; Roxxana’s hands were pulled to their waiting pussies, fists buried inside. Roxxana started to buck as soon as the double-dildo was inside her, I spanked her hard, grabbing her ass and shoving my giant cock deep inside. She screamed loudly as my balls slapped her drenched pussy.

As we all writhed in pleasure, me leading the fuck, another man walked up to us. Taking Roxxana’s mouth, he stuck his penis in her. She deep throated him as he bucked forward, taking her head into his hands and forcing her down on him harder and faster.

While I reamed her asshole, her hands were busy in two women, feeling around fucking them with her fists. Roxxana was screaming in pleasure, cumming and cumming again. Her pussy squirted on the other girl, then the other girl would squirt up and get both Roxxana and I wet. It was perfect, the cum lubricating my fuck as I bore down on her asshole, spanking her till her cheeks turned bright red.

Finally, I pushed my penis deep inside her and spurted again and again. She moaned feeling me cumming inside her. She collapsed onto the bed, pulling the double-dildo out of her, and her hands out of the other two women. One of those women went with the man Roxxana was blowing and the two other women started fucking each other.

For minutes, I laid there with blindfolded, sleeping Roxxana. Licking her nipples, feeling her breasts. Wishing I could have her for myself. Sleep too overcame me. When I woke, the sun coming through the windows lighted the room; Roxxana still blindfolded, deep in sleep, calling my name.

As I gathered my clothes and left wondering if she knew it was I she was fucking. Or if she felt the same way about me as I did about her. The morning was beautiful, sun sprinkling the sky a bright pink.

The rest of the weekend was quiet, just working on work. Monday morning, I walked into the office hoping to find Roxxana, though she never showed up. I asked the boss, worried about her.

“She’s sick, had probably stayed out too late partying over the weekend,” he said to me. Smiling, “You like her, huh?” Entertained by my worry for her.

“I think she’s cute, but we work together so that’s all it will be,” I lied.

“Sure sure,” the boss laughed. “You know that’s how I met my wife.”

The next day, I was sitting in my office when I heard her walking. I looked up just in time to see Roxxana walking through my doorway. “Hey, how was your weekend?” She asked innocently.

“Good, quiet. What did you do?”

“Oh the same, just me alone in my apartment. Amsterdam is nice and all but I wish I could get out of the area some weekend.”

“I was thinking about going home some weekend, my parents have been bugging me to visit,” I said in response.

“Where’s home?” She sat down at the chair opposite mine.

“Minnesota.”

“Minnesota? Where is THAT?” She exclaimed.

“The States.”

“You’re an American?”

“I know, now I have to quit cuz everyone hates Americans,” I joked.

“No no no, I have just never worked with an American, I wouldn’t have guessed,” she stood up to leave.

“So what did you really do this weekend?” I asked prying.

“Nothing, why?”

“The hickey,” I said nervously, unsure if it was visible with what she was wearing.

“Damn, you saw that? That’s why I was gone yesterday, hoping it would go away. My boyfriend can sometimes be a little rough.” She lied quickly.

“I’ll keep your secret,” I defended her.

“Thanks, how did you see it?”

“When you sat down.”

“Oh, ok. Bye Val,” she left my office, the smell of Vanilla in the air following her.

I couldn’t help but think about her cumming all day. My hard cock pushing on my pants as I labored over sales reports all day. But finally, night came around. As I closed up all my work, turned off my computer and walked into the hallway. I saw one office with the light still on. I tiptoed down to it, knowing exactly whose office it was. Listening in I could hear her on the phone.

“Oh Nathan, it was amazing. I have no clue who it was, they were new to the club…yeah…he fucked me life I’ve never been fucked before…yeah…I had to fucking whack off FOUR times today because I can’t get this guy outta my head.”

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