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WHY I FIRED MY SECRETARY

Last week was my birthday
and I didn’t feel very well
waking up on that morning.

I went downstairs for breakfast
hoping my wife would be pleasant and say,
“Happy Birthday!”,
and possibly have a small present for me.

As it turned out,
she barely said good morning,
let alone
” Happy Birthday.”

I thought…

Well, that’s marriage for you,
but the kids…
They will remember.

My kids came bounding down stairs to breakfast
and didn’t say a word.
So Edirne Escort when I left for the office,
I felt pretty low
and somewhat despondent.

As I walked into my office,
my secretary Jane said,
“Good Morning Boss,
and by the way
Happy Birthday ! “
It felt a little better
that at least someone had remembered.

I worked until one o’clock ,
when Jane knocked on my door
and said, “You know,
It’s such a beautiful day outside,
and it is your Birthday,
what do you say we go out to lunch,
just Edirne Escort Bayan you and me.”
I said, “Thanks, Jane,
that’s the greatest thing
I’ve heard all day.
Let’s go!”

We went to lunch.
But we didn’t go
where we normally would go.
She chose instead at a quiet bistro
with a private table.
We had two martinis each
and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.

On the way back to the office,
Jane said, “You know,
It’s such a beautiful day…
We don’t need to go straight Escort Edirne back to the office,
Do We ?”

I responded,
“I guess not.
What do you have in mind?”
She said,
“Let’s drop by my apartment,
it’s just around the corner.”

After arriving at her apartment,
Jane turned to me and said,
” Boss, if you don’t mind,
I’m going to step into the bedroom
for just a moment.
I’ll be right back.”
“Ok.” I nervously replied.

She went into the bedroom and,
after a couple of minutes,
she came out
carrying a huge birthday cake …
Followed
by my wife,
my kids,
and dozens of my friends
and co-workers,
all singing “Happy Birthday”.

And I just sat there…

On the couch…

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She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. From being held in this position for hours, from crying at what she had become, and watching the scenes of death in front of her. She didn’t have the energy to cry or even think. She just passively watched as the hell before her soaked into her mind. She watched as a man broke each finger of a girl one by one as she screamed, and then made her give him a handjob. She watched the large screens with their cameras focused on the faces of the twins. She watched as they each blinked their last, their faces turning around the pole jutting from their mouth like some monstrous phallus piercing their whole length. She watched as their flesh turned from what looked like a good tan to what now looked like a well done roast. She watched as the fat dripped from them and splashed the charcoal, hissing and spitting. That’s what she was now. Meat. She was to be used up and consumed.

The crowd had started to shift again. They were all moving to their seats. Sir stepped up on stage and again the sound of a glass being tapped with a spoon came across the PA.

“Fine Members! I hope you are all enjoying tonight’s festivities! I can see quite a few of you are already enjoying your farm dividends.”

There was laughter and a few screams from the audience.

“It looks like both of our piggies have died. I’m told the one on my left lasted three hours and twenty-three minutes and the one on my right lasted three hours and thirty-eight. This is a record and the full training program will be available to all members if you want to raise your own little experiments.”

“Now before we all get to try this lovely meat we have a very special show for you by my lovely Mistress Sophie, the Dean of Discipline at our farm finishing school. She and two of her assistants are going to take apart a lovely young volunteer to help get our appetites ready for the main course. A wild girl I purchased last week and took delivery of just two days ago. I gave her a choice, kneel and serve or not. She chose to not kneel.”

Brooklyn felt sick. Was she about to see the road not travelled? What would have happened to her if she hadn’t knelt before him that night. If she had fought back and tried to run. At that moment a woman walked onto the stage dressed head to toe in bright red latex, her silky hair sprouting from the top in a high ponytail. She was wearing the same back leather harness as the two girls who had prepared her, but had a gold tag hanging from her collar. The crowd clapped as she took a bow and then motioned to the side of the stage as the two girls from before pulled a naked girl onto the stage. She was held tight between them with a long bar that had loops for the wrists and neck, and a bar running between her ankles. It was the angry girl from the cage next to her’s.

“Another silly girl lured away from home with the promise of an online lover, she has provided us with a lot of lovely photos of her before her conversion.”

On the screens came a series of shots and video clips of her showing off her body. Clearly meant to be sent to a boyfriend.

“This girl had been groomed for over a year before we collected her, but when it came time for her to take her place she refused.”

The screens showed a clip of the same room where she had first met Sir but it wasn’t her stood there it was this girl. Her what could have been. She watched as the girl spat at him and turned to run. Then Cook and a big man that looked like a bouncer stepped out and grabbed her. Were they waiting there for her too? Had she been filmed? Sir walked over to the girl and stroked her face. She spat at him and tried to kick but the bar stopped her from being able to move her legs like that. He simply laughed and beckoned over one of the girls in a black and white frilly dress and had her lick the spittle from his face. The crowd gave a low rumbling laugh.

“You were offered a choice, my little slut and you chose this fate. You worked for it in fact! Everyone here has seen you put on a show for us.”

As he said this a video of her doing a strip tease in her bedroom came on and she was turned so she could watch too. It was clearly shot on her cellphone propped up against something but she was dancing and twerking away to the music.

“Everyone here is so looking Düzce Escort forward to you putting on another good show for us. So without further adieu here is tonight’s show!”

As Sir stepped down the music changed. It went from a low background sound of strings to a fast electronic dance track. Mistress Sophie strutted about the stage blowing kisses to the crowd as the poor girl was dragged to the middle of the space to face the audience. Dancing around her Sophie explored her victims body as the girl tried to twist and kick at her. Dancing in front of the girl she bent over and wiggled her bum, her assistants used the bar to push the girls face into their mistresses rear and rub it up and down. Over acting the pleasure it brought she suddenly jumped forward and held her bum. Turning around she wagged a finger in the girl’s face before turning to the audience, pointing to her teeth and shaking her head. One of the girls in a filly maids dress came on stage carrying a silver tray and waited. Picking up something from the tray she showed the audience a pair of thick metal pliers. Turning to the girl and wagging them in her face like she was telling her off. The girl’s face changed from an expression of fear and defence to one of fear as she tried to back away but was held fast by the girls on either side. Mistress Sophie took her by the face as the girl’s pleas to stop echoed in the space. With an overly theatrical movement the Mistress brought the pliers to her mouth and started to twist and pull. The screams were deafening. The only thing like it, Brooklyn had ever heard was in the audio from the box. Pulling the tooth free the Mistress showed the bloody fragment of bone to the audience lifting it high in the pliers for all to see. The girl slumped in her bonds, if the assistants hadn’t been holding her she would have fallen to the floor. Flicking her wrist she threw the tooth at the girl and hit her in the head before going back to work on her mouth as blood continued to pour from her mouth.

The screams weren’t any less intense with the second, third or fourth tooth, but as she started the fifth Brooklyn could tell the girl was already starting to fade. There was less scream and more gurgling. As Mistress Sophie finished with the top row of front teeth she went back to the tray and picked up what looked like a syringe. Dancing back to the girl she rubbed the blood that had run down the girls front and licked it from her latex covered fingers. Jabbing the needle into the girl’s neck and squeezing the girl bucked and sprayed blood from her mouth as she was forced back into the moment by the drugs. She hung there panting, supported by the Miss’ with their pole. As her panting slowed Mistress Sophie moved back in to remove the lower front teeth. The screams were back to full force but her voice was ragged and torn no doubt sore from all the screaming. As the last tooth was dropped to the stage floor Mistress took the girl from behind and turning her to the audience opened and closed her jaw showing them the bloody mess that had been a defiant mouth just minutes ago. She got down and crawled between the girl’s legs with her feet pointing toward the audience. Reaching up with her tongue she started to lap at her victims slit. The delicacy with which she did it was a stark contrast to the brutality with which she had defanged her. The assistants tipped the girl’s head forward and let the blood flow out from her mouth and over her latex covered body. Gyrating in the flow of blood like a stripper as she licked at the poor girl, Mistress started to pleasure herself. Leaving her victims slit she moved to a squat under the flow of blood and continuing to pleasure herself she showered in it. Rubbing it over her body, covering herself and licking her fingers.

Standing up and dancing to the music, Mistress Sophie Went back to the tray and picked up a pair of large metal dressmaking shears. With the pliers she grabbed one of the girls nipples and twisted it. She howled in pain before Mistress snipped the end of her breast off with the shears. The girl almost choked on blood as she inhaled sharply and coughed it back out as she tried to recover her breath. With the morsel of flesh held in the pliers she offered it to one of her assistants who gladly took the offering and gave a curtsy. Before Düzce Escort Bayan she was even able to process what had just been done to her Mistress had moved around to the other breast and did the same offering the nipple to her other assistant. The girl looked down at herself, blood still pouring from her mouth and the two wounds that had been her nipples. She had a look of confusion more than anything on her face. Almost as if she couldn’t believe that it was really her body she was seeing.

As Mistress Sophie danced around the stage a table was brought on by two of the maids. It was short but high, had a padded top, and what looked like the stands weight lifters use at one end. She danced and beckoned for her victim and assistants to follow as she led them over to this new contraption. Pulling her over the length of the table the Miss’ attached the pole to the stands and locked it in, holding the girl’s head in place so she was bent over facing down. Mistress Sophie picked up some items from the tray and took a seat on a stool behind the girl. In her comical mime style she put on a set of rubber gloves, a surgical mask, and a head mounted light. A girl with a camera moved over her shoulder and a close up of the subject’s rear was shown on the screen. Her assistants moved to secure the girl to the table with straps over her back and around her thighs. As Mistress held out her hand the older of the two Miss’ handed her an apple and something long and thin. holding it for the camera to see she pushed the metal tip into the apple. It hissed and started to brown around the wound as it burned at the flesh of the apple. Taking a bite from the apple and spitting it out with an “eww” she threw it over her shoulder and spread the girls lips, rubbing her firmly but slowly. In the confusion of senses hitting her mind the girl began to respond, rocking her hips. As she worked her Mistress turned to the audience and gave them a shush before parting her lips wide and pushing the hot metal tip into the girl’s urethra. The scream was unreal. The effect of her screams on her voice, the utter pain and confusion, all covered by a tiered weariness gave the most strange effect. Mistress turned to the audience and in her grotesquely comical style put her hand to her mouth and gave a ‘whoopsy’. Going back in she found her next target and pinching the girl’s clit between finger and thumb again pushed in that hot tip. The sound that came from her couldn’t even be called a scream, it was more of an animalistic howl. Pulling out the tip, Mistress got to her feet again and danced as she removed her gloves, mask, and light.

There was a noise off stage as Mistress went back to the tray and snapping something under the nose of the girl, she woke up with a start. Lifting the girl’s head by her hair, Mistress wagged a finger in her face and then tapped her wrist shaking her head. That’s when Brooklyn heard it. The unmistakable sound of hoofs clopping their way across the courtyard. She watched as the younger of the Miss’ led the beast onto the stage and paraded it around with it’s obvious erection swaying as it walked. Mistress lifted the girl’s head so she could get a good look at the new performer and then ran her fingers in the girl’s mouth getting them covered in a mess of thick blood. She moved down to the girl’s rear and hugging her bottom and kissing the little button she looked into the camera and forced her fingers inside. The girl tried to buck but between the exhaustion and the restraints she barely moved under this new assault and just gave a worn out groan. As she was preparing the victim her assistants were bent under the horse keeping him ready for the act.

Taking hold of the reins Mistress Sophie led the beast over his victim so he was straddling the poor girl. Brooklyn watched as the assistants guided the head of his massive cock to the girl’s blood smeared rear. Using their hands they pulled her arse wide open and she screamed as the head was pushed inside. Mistress Sophie stayed at his head and offered encouragement to him as he thrust in and out. She had tried to scream as he was thrusting but it knocked the wind out of her and she just made a squeaking noise as the horse pulled in and out forcing her to breathe. Brooklyn couldn’t understand how the horse was so deep inside her, surely Escort Düzce it was in the girl’s chest at this point. It looked like she was also being crushed by the horse and she thought she heard the sound of snapping bone. Surely she was dead now. Why were they carrying on? Why were they so cruel?

Satisfied with his work the girls on stage pulled the horse from the girl but he didn’t want to leave her and they had to work to control him and pull him off stage. The camera showed the close up of the girl’s rear. It was a bloody mess with all sorts of fluids mixed together and her insides hanging out like some sort of horrific tail. Mistress Sophie went back to the girl with the tray who was still standing there unmoved and picked up another syringe. Again the girl was dosed in the neck but this time she didn’t jerk awake she just gave a small flop. As the girls returned Mistress danced to the music for the audience as they undid the girl and lifted her from the table. Two sets of maids come on one to remove the table and the other two carrying what looked like some sort of exercise frame for doing waits and chin ups. They clipped the bar holding her head and wrists into the sides and left her fighting to hold herself up so she didn’t choke on the collar. It looked like she could only take her weight on one leg, the other just hung limply from her bruised and misshapen hip. With her insides gently swaying as she tried to keep her balance and fight for every moment of life. The younger of her assistants, the girl that had woken Brooklyn, took a seat cross legged under what remained of this once normal and happy girl. She started to push her arm inside that horrific tail and pull more of it out of her, covering herself in blood and viscera. As she did that, Mistress handed the older Miss a knife and she started to cut strips of flesh from the girls side letting them hang down like some sort of ghoulish skirt. The girl wasn’t even making noise any more, she was clearly still alive but her mind had shut down by now. Mistress pulled out a razor and used it to cut off the girl’s eyelids and threw them onto the floor and whispered to the girl, “I don’t want you to miss your grand finale”.

With that the two assistants took the girl by her shoulders and held her as Mistress released her from the bar. Then she bent down and picked up the pile of intestines on the floor, wrapped it around the girl’s neck and threw it over the bar. Walking behind the girl she took hold of the cord made from the girl’s own flesh and whispered in her ear, “Look up at the screen. I’ve made you beautiful” and then hoisted the girl up on her own intestines.

She still had some fight left in her as she was lifted off of the floor and tried to kick out and pull at the cord around her neck. Brooklyn wanted to cry. It felt wrong not to, but there wasn’t anything left in her. She knew that is what would have been done to her if she hadn’t knelt. She knew that Sir would do something like that to her if she wasn’t a good enough toy. The audience watched in stunned silence as the girl gave her last fight. She didn’t last long, it was mostly the drugs that had kept her going. As her last twitches were still happening the three girls took their place at the front of the stage and took a bow to cheering from the crowd. As they turned and left, Sir’s voice came over the PA.

“After a short break to clear the stage dinner will be served.”

And with that the show and this girl’s life were over in a horrible few minutes. A bustle of activity crossed the stage as girls in filly black and white dresses cleared away the mess and equipment. The rumble of the crowd talking to each other and the soft string music returned. Soon apart from the stains on the stage and the images burned into Brooklyn’s mind were the only things that remained.

The rest of the night seemed tame by comparison. She watched as the twins were lifted from their coals, carved up, and served by the maids. Each one thinking how luck they were to only be serving not served. She watched as more guests killed girls as they fucked them. It was all a blur until she saw Sir leave with his two guests. He didn’t even look at her. She watched as the crowd got thinner and thinner, with the maids pushing around a wheelbarrow to collect the dead, heading them up like rags. That’s all they were. Rags to soak up mess.

She looked down to see the younger Miss smiling up at her with one of the other ornaments hooded and her arms bound behind her on a lead.

“It’s time cutie.”

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It was always the same in every little town and hamlet that the carnival stopped in. Walt would try and hook up with some of the local talent for the four or five days they were in town. To a homey, the life of a carny roustabout seemed like a glamorous way to live. “Some glamor,” thought Walt, “dusty dirty jobs setting up and tearing down the rides and exhibits that constituted the Kingston Karnival, and Eddie Kingston made sure that you earned every dime of the crummy pay that he forked over on every Friday. In between set up and tear down, Walt would handle any number of odd jobs around the midway. If he wasn’t running one of the many rides for the youngsters, he was operating a game stand, you know, the kind that for a buck you have to knock down the three milk bottles with two throws, or maybe shoot a moving target with a gun with bad sights, where ever he was needed, that’s where you’d find him. It was when he was running one of the games that Walt had a chance to interact with the local girls. Usually she would be with her boyfriend who would be trying to win her a stuffed animal, while at the same time Walt would be giving her the eye. More often than not, a few hours later that same girl would be back at the stand, only this time alone. Walt would then usually give her a couple of free whacks at whatever game he was running, and then make a date with her for later that evening when he was off work. Most of the time the broads were young, between eighteen and twenty three. This was okay with him, because there was just nothing like the taste of young pussy! At twenty eight, Walt cut a good looking if rough kind of figure! A little over six feet tall and 190 pounds, his muscular build attracted the ladies like bees to honey. This town had been like all the others, Walt made contact with young lady and made a date for later that evening. After closing down his game, Walt slipped into his trailer, showered, shaved, and put on a fresh change of clothes. Five minutes later he met Brenda in front of the big top, and off they went arm in arm.

Brenda was a typical townie, trying to act older, more experienced, and more sure of herself than she really was. “Why don’t we go to my place,” Brenda offered, “my mom is gone, and we can have the place to ourselves!” “Sounds good to me,” Walt replied, while thinking that this one was Düzce Escort gonna be even easier than he thought! “Mom’s out on a date herself,” said Brenda, “and she won’t be home until morning!” “How about a drink,” Walt asked, as he looked the place over!?! While Brenda mixed him a drink, Walt sat down on the couch and put his feet upon the coffee table and turned on the television. Brenda came into the living room holding two drinks, and asked as she sat down, “Any thing good on TV?” Taking the drink from her he answered, “Nah, just the usual crap, I was just passin’ the time waitin’ for you.” After they both took a sip of their drinks, Walt turned and put his arm around Brenda’s shoulder and pulled her close. He kissed her ear and she turned and kissed him full on the mouth, and while she pressed harder against him Walt could feel the two large breasts the young girl pushed into him. Walt let his free hand roam over the front of Brenda’s chest and offered no resistance when he squeezed her boob and twisted the hard nipple that was poking through her thin blouse. “Baby I really want you,” he whispered, as he unbuttoned the front of her blouse. “Let me help you,” she offered, taking over and undoing the rest of the buttons on her shirt. Walt never tired of seeing a large pair of tits in a low cut bra, and Brenda had that in spades! “Wow baby,” Walt stammered, “these are the finest boobs I have ever seen in my life!” While maybe not entirely true, Brenda’s chest was spectacular enough that for once in his life he wasn’t feeding someone a line! “Do you want me to take off my bra,” she asked coyly, leaning her shoulders back and pushing her chest forward. Walt just groaned, and let his hands caress them through her white lace bra. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Brenda said, as she reached behind her and unhooked the thin satin garment. Teasing him, she kept it from slipping off her chest, and playfully shook her boobs as if trying to expel them from the now loose bra. “They’re stuck,” she said in a little girl voice, “see, it won’t come off,” as she made show of trying to tug it off. Getting in the swing of the game, Walt offered his assistance, “May I help you little girl, I’m good at removing stuck objects from tight places!” “Please kind sir,” Brenda begged, “help me get it off, it’s stuck!” With one quick motion, Walt tore Düzce Escort Bayan the bra from Brenda’s chest, exposing what he thought were the most magnificent tits he had ever seen! “My god,” he intoned, “they’re unreal!” “They certainly are real,” she replied, “wanna see, taste them!” Walt didn’t need another invitation as he dove straight for the dark pink nipples with his mouth wide open. A sigh escaped Brenda’s lips as Walt took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hungrily. Brenda’s chest was not only spectacular in appearance, but also unbelievably sensitive to the touch. In the past, Brenda had cum just by having her nipples sucked, and while it took a tit sucking expert to make it happen, Walt seemed to be a tit sucking connisoire! “Suck me baby,” she begged, “suck mama’s big nipples!” Just listening to that little girl’s voice drove Walt crazy with lust as his pecker was now like a piece of steel trapped in his Levis!

In the next few minutes clothes were flying every which way, with both Walt and Brenda in a race to see who could get naked first. When they were both down to their birthday suits, Walt was treated with the sight of one of the best bodies he had ever laid eyes on! The blonde hair on her head was a perfect match for the perfectly trimmed patch between Brenda’s pretty thighs. All Walt could do was mumble the words, “Fucking beautiful, so fucking beautiful!” Brenda too was not disappointed in what she saw. Walt was tall, tanned, and lean with a well muscled chest and arms, a combination that made Brenda’s pussy ache with desire. What really turned her on, however, was the eight inch tube of fuck flesh that shot up out of the dark pubic hair in Walt’s crotch. Without a word being spoken, Brenda sat down on the edge of the couch and gently took Walt’s cock into her mouth. What she lacked in skill was made up with enthusiasm, as she worked her hot little mouth up and down the length of the veiny shaft. “Oh, baby,” he moaned, “you do that so well, ooooooh, don’t stop, don’t stop,” as his legs weakened as the pretty young cocksucker worked over his straining meat. It was almost if she was starved for the taste of a pecker, like she hadn’t had in it a long time, and Walt could feel his nuts begin to tighten up as his orgasm neared!!! As much as he wanted to shoot his load into her pretty Escort Düzce little mouth, what he really wanted to stick his pecker into that blonde fur pie, so after gently pushing her to the sofa he said, “I wanna fuck you now, so open your legs and get ready!!!” Brenda, now dripping wet with lust, hurriedly complied, and spread her legs wide, offering a perfect target for Walt’s throbbing pecker.

The head of Walt’s cock strained the lips of the tight little pussy, causing Brenda to beg him to go slowly, but cnce the head had entered the soft canal, he drove his penis to the hilt with one mighty shove. As he bottomed out against her pubic bone, Walt could see her trying to scream, but no sound was coming from her moving lips until she finally let out a low long orgasmic moan! “The little bitch came on the first stroke,” thought Walt to himself! “Want some more baby,” he growled to her, as he rammed his cock in and out of her no quivering pussy. “Oh yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth, “fuck me harder, oh god, fuck me harder!!!” Walt needed no further invitation as he used his cock like a jack hammer inside the helpless cunt, resulting in a string of brutally hard orgasms in her little pussy, until he himself was ready to blow his load, when he asked her if she wanted a load in her face. Now in a state of sexual delirium, she babbled about wanting to feel his spunk all over her body, so Walt pulled his cock from the snug box and grabbed it while jerking it wildly, aiming it at her heaving chest. The first blast of cum flew all the way to Brenda’s face, where she greedily licked it up like a cat at a saucer of milk while the rest of the cum covered her breasts and belly, leaving streams of white goo everywhere. Brenda used both hands and rubbed the fresh semen into her supple skin and said, “Mmmmm, best thing for keeping your skin soft!” Walt just laughed and kissed her long an deep, probing her mouth with his tongue.

“How long you gonna be in town, Walt,” Brenda asked, while running her hand up and down his bare leg? “Well, sugar, another three days, and then it’s off to the next stop,” he replied, while he idly pulled on one of her big nipples. “Oh, I wish I could go with you,” she exclaimed! “Yeah, me too,” he said, “but I’ll be back again next year, and maybe we can see each other again!” In the back of his mind Walt was already thinking about that next stop, and if he recalled correctly their was a gal there that was just as pretty and cute as Brenda! “Yeah,” he reiterated, “I’ll see you again next year!”

THE END

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Chapter 8 Getting Deep

Owen was working on a special project over the weekend. He was struggling to get the paper finished. Writing was never his strong suit and after 15 pages of research he was almost done. He asked his wife, the teacher, to review his work for grammar and structure. While Anndie studied his work he continued with his presentation deck. Anndie was totally impressed with his work and couldn’t find any errors. She was so proud of him, and she wanted to reward him somehow. She had seen a advertisement on a porn site for local girls. In the last few weeks, she realized that she really got turned on watching her husband pleasure another woman. She thought that she would be jealous. What she also started to realize is that giving up control also turned her on. In fact, just thinking about this was causing her clit to throb and her pussy to flood. “Shit, I got to do this.” A few clicks on the keyboard and a IM thread began.

Owen was still working past 7:00 when he heard the doorbell. He was so wrapped up in his work that he really didn’t pay much attention and continued to work. Anndie had been upstairs setting up the bedroom for Owen’s surprise. She made her way downstairs dressed in a red see thru nighty and a lace G-string. She got to the door, took a deep breath and said to herself “you got this; this is your fantasy come true. Just open the door and the fun will begin.” She opened the door, and she was staring and a 6-foot-tall blond goddess in leather and lace. “You must be the wife” the Amazon said to Anndie. The teacher knees began to shake, and a moan escaped her lips. “Well, are you going to let me in or am I just going to turn you around and smack your ass right here in the doorway?” “Oh my god, I am so sorry, I’m Anndie and I am the one that messaged you.” “Where is your husband?” “He’s in his office, he has no idea this is happening.” Anndie whispered “Are you sure you want to do this?” the double D breasted woman asked. “yes” Anndie said. “What do you call me?” the blond raised her voice. “mistress, yes mistress Stacey.” Anndie meekly stated. “That’s better”, the internet escort brushed passed the shaken wife. “Here, while I am here you are to wear this collar.” She handed the wife a leather dog collar with a ring and a silver leash. Anndie, moaned and as she locked the collar in place she could feel the first waves of a orgasm begin to make its way through her body. She handed her new mistress the leash. Mistress Stacey turned to her new plaything and said “you keep your head down, you do not speak until I tell you, and most importantly, you do not cum until I say its ok. If you do not obey, you will be thoroughly punished.” The mistress led the sex charged wife down the hall to the office door. She knocked and Owen looked up from the desk and said “come in”. His jaw dropped when he saw what walked through the door. Mistress Stacey introduced herself to Owen and explained to him why she was there. Owen began to laugh a dark and sinister laugh. “Is that so?” he said, “well then let’s bring the bitch upstairs and see if you can please me like she hopes you can.” The tall blond then asked, “what should we do with her?” Owen said, “bring her along, maybe she’ll actually get something out of watching us.” Being dragged up the stairs and hearing the conversation between Owen and Mistress Stacey had her on the edge of orgasm. She knew it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge. She only hoped she could hold it off until she had permission.

Once in the bedroom Owen moved a chair to the side of the bed and Anndie was forced to sit. Her ankles were tied to the legs and her left hand was tied to the arm. Mistress Stacey purposely left her right arm free. “Now my little worthless pet, you keep your hand off your pussy.” The humiliation was turning her on, she did not know why, but the way they laughed at her, talked down to her, and ignored her only served to increase her desire. Owen could see it in his wife’s eyes. This was as turned on as she’d ever been. Her deepest darkest fantasy coming to life. She was about to watch her husband make love to a beautiful young woman. This woman she gave total control to. Anndie felt her life was now in the hands of stranger. The deep pangs of jealousy started to enter her thoughts. “What if Mistress Stacey pleased Owen better than she could? What if he liked the feel of her mouth on his hard cock better than hers? What if her pussy felt better than hers? As these questions started to rattle around her head her pussy began to throb. Why is she so horny? In front of her Owen and Stacey were locked on a sensuous kiss, both grinding on each other. Stacey couldn’t believe her luck. She had just about given up on the add she put online. Nothing but creeps and wierdos. Finally, someone answered the add that could stimulate her. A couple she could be a part of. This was hot. Owens cock felt so good, she couldn’t wait to see it, his kisses were melting her from the inside. She loved to dominate a woman and be subservient to a man. All throughout her life she searched for the ultimate couple and so far, this is adding up to paydirt. Owen broke from the kiss and looked Anndie in the eye and winked, then he turned to Stacey and in a deep powerful voice said “STRIP!” Stacey groaned, “yes” she thought, “he gets it.” “Yes master” she said. Quickly Stacey pulled off her leather vest, revealing a black bra with holes for her nipples. Anndie, gasp, “look at those nipples, they have to be an inch long.” She thought. “so red, so hard!” “Please let me suck on them” she moaned. Stacey looked at Anndie reached into her bag and pulled out a little wand with a glass ball on top. She walked to the chair that Anndie was tied to, grabbed Anndie’s right nipple, pinched it and brought the wand to it. Zap, a electric shock went through her nipple and Anndie screamed. The pain coursed through her body right to her clit, she groaned. “I’m so sorry Mistress Stacey” Anndie whimpered. “If you don’t keep your mouth closed I will do it again” the Mistress whispered in Anndie’s ear, then leaned in and licked her ear sending a shiver down the submissive wife’s spine. Owen moved behind Stacey while she was bent over with her hands on the arms of the chair and slid his hard cock right into Stacey soaking wet pussy. Stacey, eyes grew big and she looked right into Anndie’s eyes. The pleasure she was getting was doubling every second, she could hold it off she looked at the helpless wife and smiled as the orgasm began. Stacey moaned, “ccccumming….ugh ugh ohhhhh, your…husband….fee….fee…feelllllls so good…….hes going to shoot in Düzce Escort me” Anndie looked at Owen who was jackhammering his pole into his new plaything. “I’m not sure you are worthy of my cum Anndie. Maybe I should only give it to Stacey!” Anndie couldn’t stand it any longer. “Please Mistress Stacey let me cum. I am so close. I can’t stop it….OHHHH God…Please.. P..l..e…a..s…e…..”Stacey moved her face closer to Anndie, Anndie could feel the hot breath of the beautiful play thing as Stacey groaned and moaned. As her orgasm took over she whispered to the bound wife in a hushed tone, “YES” and both women fell into a deep kiss as their orgasms rocked their bodies. The site in front of Owen was too much to take and he unloaded his baby making juice into the blond.

Stacey and Owen spent the rest of the weekend fulfilling Anndies cuck queen fantasy. Owen and Stacey made love over and over while Anndie watched. Some of the time she was tied to the chair, some of the time she was on the bed. The instance that Anndie thought was the highlight of the weekend, Stacey had Owen lie on his back and she rode him reverse cowgirl style. Stacey pulled Anndie to her with the leash and made her get down with her face inches from Stacey’s dripping pussy and Owens hard cock sliding in and out of her. Anndie could see the dripping pussy cream on Owen as Stacey rode up and down on it. Anndie couldn’t help but rub her clit while this was happening. She tried to remember how many times she had come this weekend, but it was all blurring together. Stacey reminded Anndie not to come until she had permission. Anndie moaned and stuck her tongue out licking Owen as portions of his staff appeared from Stacey’s cave. Stacey watched Anndie as she felt Owen harden and expand as his orgasm was beginning, triggering her own massive cum. Owen pumped everything he had into Stacey, again with a loud groan. The exhausted blond dismounted quickly and issued a one word command to Anndie. “Clean!” Anndie shoved her face in Staceys pussy and licked and slurped and drank every bit of Owens cum, bringing Stacey to another orgasm. Stacey brought Anndie up to her face and the two women kissed passionately for what seemed like 20 minutes. Stacey reached down to Anndie’s soaking wet, dripping pussy and finger fucked her to the most powerful orgasm of the weekend.

As Stacey was ready to leave she and Anndie were at the front door while Owen was passed out in the bedroom. In a symbolic gesture of release, Stacey unlocked the dog collar from around Anndie’s neck. The two women kissed a true lovers kiss and Anndie breathed the words “Thank you” into Stacey’s ear. Stacey groaned and Anndie pushed her against the door, dropped to her knees, shoved her face under Staceys skirt and licked her to another orgasm. Stacey then walked out the door and headed to her car. Anndie licked the clear liquid from her lips and headed to bed. She had school in the morning and couldn’t wait to tell Terry about her latest adventure.

Chapter 9 The Aid

Anndie walked into the school an hour before the students arrival time. She headed to her room and as she turned the corner to her hallway, out of her Terry’s room strode her friend. “Oh man Terry, I need to tell you what happened to me this weekend.” Terry could tell from Anndie’s tone that what ever the story is it would be a good one. “Before you start in on all the juicy details, we are being requested in the office. The email just came in.” Terry said. Anndie, shrugged her shoulders, dropped her bad in her classroom, then headed to the office with her sexy friend.

The teachers were greeted by June with a smile. “Good morning ladies” June said, Principle Stone will see you both now. The two teachers walked into the office straight ahead. “Hello and how are my two favorite teachers this morning? ladies, I wanted to talk to you both about a special project I need you to help with. My daughter Sky wants to follow in her mother footsteps and become a teacher. So, I thought it would be a good idea to have her intern here with one of my best teachers. So, which one of you will be my daughters coach?” Anndie looked at the stunning red head principle and said “I’ll take her.” She looked at Terry, “you got a handful with you class, I have more time to assist, plus I could use a hand with my ESL kids.” Anndie looked back to her principle and asked, “didn’t you say Sky is fluent in Spanish?” The red head smiled at Anndie and said “why yes, I surprised you remembered. Thank you, ladies, Sky will be in at 9 and I will send her right down to your class.”

“Great” Anndie thought. “Well, Terry we have 45 minutes still” Anndie whispered, “Terry quietly gasped, winked at Anndie turned and walked out of the office with Anndie right behind her. As the 2 got to June’s desk they both blew her a kiss causing the secretary to jump and groan. Her hands dropped right to her pussy and began to rub under desk. The she heard Principal Stone over the speakerphone. “June, can you come here for a minute? I have a itch that needs scratching and I can’t seem to reach it.” The secretary came. She knew what that request was for and got out of her chair only to see a big wet spot on her seat cushion. She smiled at herself and thought “what a great job I have!” as she headed into her principle’s office unbuttoning her blouse….

Anndie and Terry walked to Terry’s room as Anndie broke down in detail how her weekend unfolded. Listening to Anndie as she whispered as they walked down her hall, Terry’s panties were soaked by the time she got to her desk. She sat down and immediately pulled up her skirt and jammed her right hand into her pussy. Terry moaned “Oh shit Anndie I’m drenched, gonna cumm…Oh…Oh…Ahhhhhhh!” she slumped in her chair. Anndie sat on the edge of Terry’s desk with her legs spread on either side of the heavy breathing moaning young beauty. Anndie slid her hand in her leggings and started moaning. Terry, slid down to her knees and slid her face into the soaking wet crotch in front of her. Anndie moaned, “Oh my god Terry, I’m coming!” She tried to stifle her moaning as Terry’s tongue found her clit through her leggings and G-string. Anndie could hold it off and gushed a huge cum, soaking her leggings and giving Terry a face full of cum. “Shit Anndie, the kids will be here in 5 minutes and you have me so firkin horny.” Anndie laughed, thinking to herself, “at least I got my cum.” As she turned and left for her room. Terry looked down at her desk and saw a puddle of girl juice right on the corner. She couldn’t help herself and leaned over and lapped it up.

Anndie Düzce Escort Bayan made her way to her room, sat at her desk and felt the cold wetness of her last cum. “Damn. I wish I had a change of clothes” she thought. “Damn-it Terry, what did you do to me?” Anndie was just thankful her top was long enough to hide the wet stain on her leggings as her class marched into the room.

The morning proceeded as usual. The kids went through their typical Monday morning routine, but Anndie chose to stay seated. At about 9:15 there was a knock at the door. Anndie got up from her seat gingerly, making sure her back was to the wall and slowly made her way to the door. She opened the door and her jaw dropped to the floor. There before her was a 20-year-old version of Principle Stone. Anndie thought this is just about the sexiest young lady she had ever seen. “Ms. Masters?” “Yes, you must be Sky” the awe-struck teacher managed to stammer out. “Yes, my mom told me that you volunteered to mentor me through my internship.” The young red head smiled. “Come on in, class this is Miss Stone, and she is going to join us in class. Everyone, say hello to our new helper.” The classroom erupted in a “Hello, Miss Stone!” Anndie directed her new assistant to a chair right next to hers at her desk and preceded to review the schedule, the lesson plans, and each of the students. The two sat at the desk for most of the rest of the day as the teacher reviewed how she had her class set up and how she went about planning her day. Throughout the day Anndie would catch a hand on her leg or shoulder, or a glance and start to wonder about the gorgeous long-legged young lady sitting with her. At the end of the day, Sky left while Anndie continued to work on her plans. After she finished for the day, she headed out to her car. As she was sitting in her car getting ready to leave, she looked over and saw Sky climb into the passenger seat of her mom’s car. Principle Stone was in the Driver’s seat and the 2 met with a kiss that was anything but familial. Anndie gasped and her jaw dropped, and her pussy began to flood. “Wow, this is too wild” she thought to herself. As she drove home, she called Terry. “you will never believe what I just saw!

The drive home was consumed with speculation by the two teachers, laughing and oohing and aahing about Principle Stone and her daughter. Anndie was totally turned on though, “is it bad,” she said to Terry “how can you be turned on? That so bad, that’s incest!” Terry’s response hit Anndie like a ton of bricks…”there is nothing wrong with it, they are two consenting adults, they aren’t hurting anyone. If Mom and daughter want to make themselves feel good, what could be bad?” Then she heard a moan come out of Terry. “Are you playing with yourself? Anndie whispered. “Uhhh huuuh, Terry groaned, “the thought of those two 69ing, oh my god, I’m gonna cum Anndie, uh uh uh ohhhhhhhhhh” “Shit!” Anndie explained, “listening to you made me miss my turn. I’m so wet right now, between the vision of those two and hearing you cum.” Anndie could not help it now, she was in full internal argument, was it ok or was it not? Is this another taboo she could overcome? Her left hand reached up under her skirt and rubbed her clit. She was soaked, could she see herself having sex with one of her daughters? What would they think of her depravity? How bad a mom is she? She pulled into a parking space just as a massive orgasm washed over her. Terry heard the whole thing. “wow, nice cum!!” Terry said, shaking Anndie from her afterglow. “Oh man, I totally forgot you were still on the phone.” Anndie moaned and Terry laughed, “so much for your high morals, which daughter were you fantasizing about?” “Never you mind I have to go, talk to you in the morning.” and she hung up the phone.

As she walked in the door Anndie was greeted with a sight she was not prepared for.

Chapter 10 A Daughters Love

“Hi mom, surprise…” came a from whisper from the couch. It was Anndie’s youngest daughter Carrie. She was sitting in the dark nursing her daughter Chane. “Hi baby, what are you doing here in the dark?” “I’ve left him for good, that ass will never touch me again.” Anndie turned a light on and saw the black eye on her daughter and let out a gasp. “Don’t tell Owen. He’ll do something rash, and I just want it to be over. I called a attorney today and I started the divorce process.” It had been a rocky 2-year marriage a marriage Owen advised against from the very beginning. The “Prick”, what Owen called him, could barely hold a job, and drank his paycheck away, leaving Anndie and Owen to basically subsidize their place. “I grabbed as much as I could after he went to work and came right over. I hope its ok. I put everything in the second bedroom, with the crib.” Anndie ran over to Carrie and wrapped her in a hug. “Anything you need, you let me know. You will be living here now until you can get back on your feet and away from him.” As Anndie released the hug she looked down and saw little Chane unlatching from Carrie’s left nipple, still trying to suckle. Carrie moaned and Chane latched on to her right breast. Carrie squirmed, her hips starting to hump up and down. Anndie let out a barely audible gasp as she saw the big, brown nipple with milk squirting and landed on Anndie’s leg. Anndie was mesmerized. The earlier conversation running through her head, the sight of her daughter’s breast, the memories of breastfeeding her daughters herself. Anndie remembered the feelings she had in the middle of the night as her daughter Carrie sucked on her nipple, the electricity that ran from her nipple right to her clit. The orgasms that started in the middle of her gut and would slowly build as she rocked back and forth while Carrie fed on first her left nipple then her right. The memory of taking her left hand while she held her child in her right and slid it between her legs to slowly coax the orgasm out of her. Stifling her moans so she wouldn’t wake Carrie, the orgasms would roll through her night after night. Now, with all of these memories coming back to her she looked at her daughter right in the eyes, she could see the desperation in her daughters’ eyes, the want, the need. “Baby, let me help you, I know what’s happening, I know what you need.” The sexually charged teacher, couldn’t stop if she wanted to. As Chane’s mouth let go of her mom’s nipple she bent down and latched her mouth right on the milk filled breast, sucking down the warm, sweet milk pouring into her mouth. Carrie gasp, and moaned “ooohhhhh mama, what are you…ohhhhhhhhh” and as Anndie reached down with her right Escort Düzce hand she brought up under Carrie’s skirt and found her daughters soaked panties. She slid her finger under the leg band and found the large, hard throbbing clit. She began to circle it putting more pressure each time on it as she continued to suck and drink until Carries biggest orgasm she ever had took hold of her and she moaned and groaned “MAAAAAAMMMMMAAAAAA….CUUUMMMING!!!!!” Anndie had to grab Chane as Carrie nearly passed out from the powerful orgasm. “Let me put the baby down” Anndie whispered. “nnnnnnawww yesssss” was all Carrie could barely mouth as her muscles were still convulsing. Anndie came back to the couch, noticing out of the corner of her eye, Owen came out of his study to investigate the commotion. He basically watched the whole thing, and his hand was wrapped around his throbbing cock. Anndie nodded to him to just stay there for now as she went back to her daughter. She put her arm around her daughter, kissed her on the cheek and as she did that Carrie turned her face, met her mother and pulled her head in for a deep kiss. She wrapped he arms around he mother and whispered, “oh mama, thank you, thank you, I love you so much, please love me mom. I can’t believe I’m saying this but please take me, make me yours’s mom. I am soo horny mom I need it so bad.” “shhhhh baby, I got you, I’m here for you, mommy’s here to take care of her baby” whispered Anndie. “We will make sure you have everything you need. All of your needs…..” as she slid off the couch in front of her daughter Anndie slid her arms up the legs of the mother of her granddaughter. Slide them all the way up to her sodden lace panties, she flipped the skirt all the way up and grabbing the crotch of the panties and pulling them down her legs, throwing them at the feet of Owen. Owen’s eyes met Anndie’s and she motioned for him to be quiet and stay there while Carrie still not seeing her horned up step-father, began to accept her mother’s sexual advances. Anndie moved her face to the dripping wet lips of her daughter and licked up the right side and down the left then sticking her tongue into the hole as deeply as it would go. Her nose pressing against the rock hard throbbing 2 inch long clit. “OOOHHH MMMAAAAMMMAAA, I’m goonna,…….gonna, ohhhh I’m cuuuuummmmming!!!!” The orgasm was so intense that she passed out on the couch. Anndie stood up and grabbed the baby who managed to sleep through the whole thing, and quickly took her down the hall and put her in her crib. Quietly closed the door, came back to the family room, walked over to own and gave him a hot kiss and whispered to him “I bet you want some of this action. Be patient, you’ll know when the time is right.” She reached down and stroked his throbbing cock.

Anndie went back to the couch and gently lifted her daughters head, scootched under her and sat back on the couch, unbuttoning her blouse. Whispering to her little girl “come on baby, there ya go, suck on mommy” As Carrie felt the soft nipple brush her lips, she instinctively began to lick and then suck. Still half out of it she wasn’t even aware of her surroundings. Now, when Anndie was much much younger her siblings and her were all pregnant with their kids around the same time. Anndie became somewhat of a wet nurse for all of the children. Once her milk came in for her oldest daughter Stacey, it never stopped flowing. It took her sisters by surprise, but she became the feeder for all of the kids when there was a family get together. The babies would just line right up, one after another all evening. The other sisters never had to pack a bottle.

Well it had been years since she had fed anyone and she was sure there wasn’t any milk, but as her daughter realized what she was doing, and the comfort she was feeling she began to suck harder. Of course this was having an impact on Anndie. Her clit started to throb. The old feeling, she used to get literally came flooding back and her pussy filled up with lubricant. She moaned, and Carrie looked up at her and reached her hand down to her pussy and began to masturbate as she sucked. As she rubbed her clit harder, she sucked harder and the beginnings of another orgasm started to form in her gut. Building and building as she sucked harder and harder. Anndie rolled Carrie over slightly so she was on her side facing into Anndie. Carries eyes got big as she felt a trickle of colostrum shot across her tongue. She began to rub her clit faster. Meanwhile, Owen moved quietly to the couch and locked eyes with Anndie. Anndie nodded her head and Owen moved in behind Carrie. He grabbed his cock and knelt down. Then with one thrust he slid into his stepdaughter wet, tight hole. Carrie moaned, “OHHHH Mama he’s fucking me……OHHHHHHH uuuhhhhhh” she screamed as she came. Owen pumped and pumped and with a growl he unloaded into his stepdaughter. Seeing this caused Anndie to cum squirting her cum all over her daughter. Carrie turned and kissed Owen deeply, then turned to her mom and kissed her deeply, and said “Oh mama thank you so much for loving me. I’m all yours guys. Whatever you want me to do I will do. Please love me and fuck me and eat me and feed me!” “Shhhhhh my baby, we are here for you. You are safe here with us. Now come to bed with us, our bed is your bed.” Anndie whispered in her ear, “you are about to be thoroughly fucked.”

Owen climbed into bed with Carrie in between him and his wife and he was getting hard again. Carrie looked at her mother and they kissed. Her moms tongue made the kiss anything but motherly. Both women running their hands through each other hair as the kisses became more passionate. Carrie’s eyes popped open and she gasped. “He’s….he’s licking me momma, oh his tongue is on my clit, it feels so good. Please keep licking..don’t stop…momma he’s gonna make me cum.” Owen continued his onslaught and start to suck hard on the extra long clitoris. It stood straight out and was sticking out of the hood nearly a whole inch. Anndie stared in amazement and she watched her husband suck on her daughters clit. Anndie whispered in Carrie’s ear, “that is the longest clit I’ve ever seen. Look and him, he’s sucking..He’s sucking your clit baby girl!” Anndie moaned and Carrie looked up at her mother, looked at the breast in her mouth, looked at her stepdads mouth on her clit and screamed “OHHHHHH FUUUUUCK…..Cuuummm Cummmm Cummmmming…..AHHHHH!!!”Her body convulsed, tremmors like an earthquake rocked the young mom. Her eyes closed, and off to sleep she went…..Anndie rolled her daughter over to the other side of the bed, pulled Owen up on his back and climbed onto Owens hard cock. “just lay there and let me cum” was all Anndie could say before her climax caused her to soak Owen with her cum. They both looked at the clock, laughed and snuggled up to their daughter and fell asleep.

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THE FOURTEENTH DAY

It was discovered upon that day that the weather had lent its approval to our libertines’ infamous enterprises, and had removed them to an even greater distance from the probability they would be spied upon by mortal eyes; an immense blanket of snow had fallen, it filled the surrounding vale, seeming to forbid even to wild beasts access to our scoundrels’ retreat; of all human beings, there was not one that existed who could dare hope to reach where they lay fast. Ah, it is not readily to be imagined how much voluptuousness, lust, fierce joy are flattered by those sureties, or what is meant when one is able to say to oneself: “I am alone here, I am at the world’s end, withheld from every gaze, here no one can reach me, there is no creature that can come nigh where I am; no limits, hence, no barriers; I am free.” Whereupon, thus situate, desires spring forth with an impetuosity which knows no bounds, stops at nothing, and the impunity that electrifies them most deliciously increases all their drunkenness. There, nothing exists save God and one’s conscience; well, what weight may the former exert, of what account may God be in the eyes of an atheist in heart and brain? and what sway is the conscience to enjoy, what influence upon him who is so accustomed to vanquishing remorse, routing guilt, that so to do becomes for him a game, nay, a little pleasure? Luckless flock delivered to the murderous tooth of such villains; how would you have trembled had you not still been in ignorance of what lay in store for you!
That day was a festival, the second week had ended, the second marriage was to be celebrated; Messieurs were in a glad humor and thought not but to frolic on that holiday. The marriage to take place was that of Narcisse and Hébé, but, cruel fate it was also decreed that the bride and groom were both doomed to be punished that same evening; and thus, from the warm embrace of hymeneal pleasures they were to move directly to the more bitter lessons taught in this school, how unkind! Little Narcisse, who was not a dull fellow, remarked this irony, but Messieurs none the less proceeded to the usual ceremonies. The Bishop officiated, the couple was conjoined in very holy matrimony, and they were permitted to do to each other, before the public’s eyes, all they wanted to do; but, who would have believed it? the order was of a too liberal scope, or too well understood, and the little husband, who had an aptitude for learning, perfectly delighted with the prospect before him but unable to introduce himself into his pretty wife, was however about to deflower her with his fingers, and would have, had he been given his way. Firm hands intervened just in time, and the Duc, making off with Hébé, thigh-fucked her on the spot, while the Bishop did likewise with Narcisse.
Dinner came next, the newly-wedded couple were admitted to the feast, and as they had been given and commanded prodigiously to eat, both upon leaving the table shitted handsomely, one for Durcet’s benefit, the other for Curval’s, who, after having swallowed those little products of childhood, smacked their lips and declared ’twas delicious.
Coffee was served by Augustine, Fanny, Céladon, and Zéphyr. The Duc bade Augustine frig Zéphyr, and the latter shit in the nobleman’s mouth at the same time he discharged; the operation was a stunning success, so much so that the Bishop wanted to duplicate it with Céladon; Fanny attended to the frigging, and the little fellow received orders Düzce Escort to shit in Monseigneur’s mouth the moment he felt his fuck flow. But the young operatives succeeded less brilliantly than had their companions: Céladon was never able to co-ordinate his shitting with his discharge; however, as this exercise was merely a test of skill, and as the regulations made no mention of the subjects being obliged to excel in it, no punishment was inflicted upon him.
Durcet gleaned shit from Augustine, and the Bishop, firmly erect, had Fanny suck him while she shat in his mouth; he discharged, and as his crisis was violent, he brutalized Fanny somewhat but, unhappily, failed to find adequate grounds for having her punished, great as was his apparent wish to arrange something for her. A greater tease than the Bishop never lived; no sooner would he finish discharging than he would wish for nothing better than to see his pleasure-object gone to the devil; everyone was familiar with his character, and the little girls, the wives, and the little boys dreaded nothing as much as helping him to be rid of his fuck.
The midday nap over, they passed into the auditorium, the company distributed itself, and Duclos resumed the thread of her narrative:

I sometimes used to go into town for parties, said she, and as they were usually more lucrative, Fournier did her best to procure as many of that kind as she could.
She once sent me to the home of an elderly Knight of Malta who opened a kind of wardrobe filled with cubbyholes, each of which housed a porcelain chamber pot containing a turd; the old rake had made arrangements with a sister of his, abbess of one of the most considerable convents in Paris; that obliging girl, upon his request, every morning sent him a crate of fresh shit produced by her prettiest little pensionnaires. He filed away each performance according to a classifying system, and when I arrived he bade me take down such and such a number, and it proved to be the most venerable. I presented the pot to him.
“Oh yes,” said he, “that belongs to a girl of sixteen, lovely as the day. Frig me while I eat her gift.”
The entire ceremony consisted in twiddling his device and in dressing my bum before his eyes while he ate, then in replenishing the pot he had just emptied. He watched me do it, wiped my asshole clean with his tongue, and discharged while sucking my anus. After that, the wardrobe is closed and locked, I receive my pay, and our man, whom I visited at an early hour in the morning, curls up and goes blissfully back to sleep.
Another, more extraordinary in my opinion, was an elderly monk. He enters, demands eight or ten turds from the first person he sees, girl or boy, it’s all the same to him. He mixes them into a paste which he next kneads like dough, bites into the lump and, eating at least half of it, discharges into my mouth.
A third, and of all the men I have met in my life he aroused the greatest disgust in me, a third, I say, ordered me to open my mouth wide. I was naked, lying upon a mattress on the floor, and he was astride me; he popped his stool into my mouth and the villain then lay down beside me, ate what I spat out, and sprayed his fuck over my teats.
“Well, well, that’s a pleasant one!” cried Curval; “by Jesus, I do indeed believe I want to shit, I really must try to. Whom shall I take, Monsieur le Duc?”
“Who?” said Blangis. “By my faith, I recommend Julie, my daughter; she is right there under Düzce Escort Bayan your hand. You are fond of her mouth, put it to use.”
“Thank you for the advice,” said Julie sullenly. “What have I done to have you say such things?”
“Why, since the idea upsets her,” said the Duc, “and since she’s a good girl, take Mademoiselle Sophie: she’s healthy, pretty, and she’s only fourteen, you know.”
“Very well, it’s to be Sophie, that’s decided,” said Curval, whose turbulent prick was beginning to gesticulate.
Fanchon approaches the victim, the poor little wretch’s tears start to fall at once. Curval laughs lightly, brings up his great, ugly, and dirty behind, pushes it down upon that charming visage, and gives us the image of a toad about to insult a rose. He is frigged, the bomb bursts, Sophie loses not so much as a crumb, and the crapulous magistrate’s tongue and lips reclaim what he has launched; he swallows it all in just four mouthfuls while his prick is being rubbed upon the belly of the poor little creature who, the operation once over, vomits her very guts out, and directly upon the nose of Durcet who has come up posthaste to miss nothing, and who is frigging himself while being covered.
“Off you go, Duclos!” said Curval. “On with your tales, and rejoice at the effect of your discourses; do they not carry the day?”
And therewith Duclos resumed, warmed to the very cockles of her heart by the staggering success which had greeted her anecdote.

The man with whom I held correspondence directly after the one whose example has just seduced you, said Duclos, insisted that the woman he was presented have indigestion; in consequence, Fournier, who had given me no foreknowledge of the thing, had me, during dinner, swallow a certain laxative drug which softened what my bowels contained, indeed rendered it fluid, as if my stool had become transformed into the effect of an enema. Our man arrives and after several preliminary kisses bestowed upon the object of his whole veneration, which, by now, was becoming painfully inflated by gases, I beseech him to start without further delay; the injection is ready to escape, I grasp his prick, he pants, swallows everything, asks for still more; I furnish him with a second deluge, it is soon followed by a third, and the libertine’s anchovy finally spits upon my fingers the unequivocal evidence of the sensation he has received.
The next day I treated with a personage whose baroque mania will perhaps find some worshipers amongst yourselves, Messieurs. First of all, he was installed in the room next to the one in which we ordinarily operated and in whose wall was that hole so conveniently placed for observations. He was left alone to arrange himself; a second actor awaited me in the adjoining chamber: he was a cab driver we had picked up at random and who was fully apprised of the situation; as I was too, our cast knew the various roles to perfection. It was a question of having the Phaëthon shit squarely opposite the hole, so that the libertine hidden on the other side of the partition would miss nothing involved in the spectacle. I catch the turd upon a plate, see to it that it lands intact, spread the driver’s buttocks, press around his anus, I neglect nothing that can make shitting comfortable; as soon as my man has done all he has to do, I snatch up his prick and get him to discharge over the shit, and all that well within sight of our observer; finally, the package ready, I dash Escort Düzce into the other room.
“Here you are, take it quickly, Monsieur,” I exclaim, “it’s nice and warm.”
There is no necessity to repeat the invitation; he grasps the dish, offers me his prick, which I frig, and the rascal bolts everything I tender him while he exhales his fuck in tune with my diligent hand’s elastic movements.
“And what was the driver’s age?” Curval asked.
“About thirty,” Duclos answered.
“Why, that’s nothing at all,” said Curval. “Durcet there will tell you whenever you like that we once knew an individual who did the same thing, and with positively the same attendant circumstances, but with a man of sixty or seventy who had to be found in the lowest sewer of misery and filth.”
“And, you know,” said Durcet, “it’s only pretty that way.” The financier’s little engine had been gradually lifting its head ever since Sophie’s aspersion. “I shall at any given time be happy to do it with the eldest of veterans.”
“You’re stiff, Durcet,” said the Duc, “don’t deny it, for I know you: whenever you start that nasty boasting it’s because your fuck is coming to a boil. So hold, good friend; though not so seasoned in years as you might like, still, to appease your intemperance, I offer you all I have in my entrails, and I believe you will find it enough to make a meal upon.”
“Ah, by God’s belly!” cried Durcet, “you always serve your guests well, my dear Duc.”
The Duc entering Durcet’s alcove, the latter kneels down before the buttocks which are to fill him to overflowing with good cheer; the Duc grunts once, twice, a prodigy tumbles out, the banker swallows and, transported by this crapulous excess, discharges while swearing he has never tasted so much pleasure.
“Duclos,” said the Duc, “come do for me what I have done for our good friend.”
“My Lord,” our storyteller replied, “you will recall that I it this morning, and that you swallowed it.”
“Why, yes, ’tis true,” the Duc admitted. “Very well then, hither, Martaine, I must have recourse to you, for I want none of those children’s asses; I feel my fuck readying to come, but, you know, it comes reluctantly, and so we need something out of the ordinary.”
But Martaine’s case was that of Duclos, Curval had gobbled her shit that morning.
“What! by fuck,” cried the Duc, “am I then to fail to find a turd this evening?”
Whereupon Thérèse advanced and offered the dirtiest, the broadest, and the most stinking possible of asses you, dear reader, may hope to behold.
“Well, that will do, that will do perfectly,” said the Duc, assuming the posture, “and if in my present disorder this infamous ass I’ve got here does not produce its effect, I don’t know what I’ll have to resort to.”
Dramatic moment; Thérèse pushes; the Duc receives! and the incense was quite as dreadful as the temple whence it emerged, but when one is as stiff as the Duc was stiff, ’tis never excess of filth one complains of. Drunk with joy, the scoundrel swallowed every ounce, and directly into Duclos’ face, for she was frigging him, shot the most indubitable proof of his male vigor.
Then to table; the ensuing orgies were devoted to the distribution of justice; that week there were seven delinquents: Zelmire, Colombe, Hébé, Adonis, Adelaide, Sophie, and Narcisse; the gentle Adelaide was granted no quarter. Zelmire and Sophie also bore away a few marks of the treatment they had undergone and, without giving further particulars, since circumstances do not permit us to give them yet, everyone retired to bed, and in Morpheus’ arms recovered the strength requisite to make further sacrifices to Venus.

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They were coming home from the football game, and to avoid traffic, Tracy suggested a back road, and Michael, trusting his girlfriend of over 6 months, turned off from the congested main road onto a 2 lane, yet straightaway road. As the lights in his rearview mirror faded into the background, Tracy slid her hand across the console, her fingertips finding his knee, bent as his foot pressed against the accelerator, causing Michael’s muscles to involuntarily press harder, increasing the car’s speed. She rounded her hand to his inner thigh, leaning her body toward him, her full breasts pressing through her blouse against his arm as she pressed her lips against the soft skin of the side of his neck.
Michael began to tremble, feeling his cock beginning to swell under his jeans as her hand slowly, teasingly, made its way along his thigh. Letting out a soft moan, he removed his hand from the gearshift, and laced his fingertips around her thigh, slipping his hand slowly underneath her silken skirt. Tracy’s legs began to quiver in anticipation as her legs parted, inviting Michael’s tender caresses between them as her hand rounded up, cupping her palm against his cock, it beginning to pulse through his jeans. His fingertips made their way upward, grazing along her inner thigh, reaching between them, he discovered Tracy was wearing nothing underneath her skirt as his fingers grazed softly thru her wet curled hair above her folds. Tracy moaned loudly, her fingers trembling as they reached the button of his jeans, unzipping them slowly, feeling his cock instinctively spring out from them.

Right at that moment…Michael, barely having composure to keep eye on the road, noticed red flashing lights up ahead, began to slow the car down, they arriving at a train Elazığ Escort crossing, which… with impeccable timing, a train was crossing. Tracy bit her lower lip as the car came to a steady stop, then smiled at Michael as she unfastened her seat belt, and in one motion swung her right leg over, turning her body to straddle Michael in the driver’s seat. Michael brought his free hand to turn the ignition off, his other hand still exploring under her skirt, rubbing his fingertips back and forth at the top of her wet mound, finding her clit, it swelling from her passion for him.

Tracy brought her lips to his, sealing tight against them as she pressed her weight down into his lap, groaning loudly as she felt his flaring head pierce through her folds, his precum oozing out, burning against her inner walls. Michael moaned loudly as her muscles began to milk his shaft, it burying deeper within her tight pussy every time she grinded into his lap. Michael’s hands rounded her waist, reaching the buttons of her blouse as his hips rocked up against her, his full length buried deep within her pussy, their pubic hairs meshed against one another.

He unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, exposing the silky smooth skin of her tummy, to her full rounded breasts, her nipples hardening as the cool air hit them. The sound of the roaring train became distant as they became lost in each other’s passion, their juices mixing within her, coating over his shaft as it filled and released deep within her tight canal. Suddenly, just as the intensity of the moment grew near its peak … a knock upon the driver side door was heard…. both Tracy and Michael looked over … and standing before them was a police officer. Their motion ceased, knowing the Elazığ Escort Bayan trouble they were in.

Tracy, however, glanced down, noticing a budge under his pants, and knew he must have been watching them for a couple of minutes, bit her lower lip, and continued her grinding motion with her hips against Michael’s cock, it still throbbing and erect inside her. The officer caught wind of the lustful stare within Tracy’s eyes, and although knowing it was his duty to stop them, even arrest them, he said not a word as Tracy brought her hand up, rubbing her palm against his cock slowly. Michael turned his head, watching intently as Tracy unzipped the policeman’s pants, she slid her hand in, cupping it around his shaft, coaxing it from the opened zipper.

Grinding down harder against Michael’s lap, she brought her lips to the stranger’s head, already wet from his precum, rolling her tongue over the tip slowly. She lifted her eyes up into the cop’s eyes as she slipped her lips around the head, and began a slow methodical suckle against it as she cupped her other hand around the back of Michael’s head, guiding it out the driver side window too. The cop let out a loud moan as Tracy drew Michael’s lips to the shaft of his cock, and Michael, knowing from what Tracy shared with him about her fantasies, laid his tongue flat at the base of the officer’s shaft as Tracy removed her lips from around his head. Michael licked slowly along its throbbing vein, to the head…the officer letting out a louder moan as Tracy slid down harder onto Michael’s lap, feeling his full length press hard and deep within her pussy, a tightening feeling developing in her tummy as her climax drew closer.

Michael wrapped his lips over the thick head, Escort Elazığ and in one slow steady motion, sucked his way down the officer’s cock, inch by inch, until his soft hair tickled against Michael’s lips. Tracy let out a loud scream as she watched Michael’s mouth fill with the shaft, rolling her hips in a circle, grinding down hard against Michael’s cock as he began to bob his head repeatedly, his cheeks hollowing with each suck against the policeman.

The policeman and Michael both began to moan, very loudly, both of them feeling their climaxes drawing closer, stimulated by Tracy’s sensual screams as her walls gripped tight against Michael’s shaft. Her orgasm commenced, her body jerking wildly as her sweet juices flooded out, coating over Michael’s cock as he bit down against the cop’s thick muscle, feeling it jerk wildly between his lips…he began to bob his head faster, and right at the peak of the policeman’s screams, Michael slid his lips up to the head of his cock as Tracy took hold of the shaft, and began to stroke it wildly.

The cop ‘s entire body trembled deeply as his thick cum released from his cock, spilling out onto Michael’s tongue, he swallowing his thick load hungrily as Tracy’s hand continually slid up and down the length of the shaft. As their bodies began to settle from the intense climaxes, the last car of the train passed by the RR crossing, the lights went off, the guardrails began to lift, the officer then told them to drive safely, and went to back to his car. Michael looked over into Tracy’s eyes as she rolled off his lap, lowering her skirt, fastening her seat belt once again. Before they drove over the railroad tracks, Tracy pressed her lips against Michael’s, sliding her tongue between them, tasting the officer’s thick cum still within her boyfriend’s mouth, a fantasy she had so much desire to explore having finally be fulfilled, then whispered softly against his lips…. “I love you sweetheart, mmmm so very much.”

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Tina was touching herself in her room, and the door was wide open. She thought she was alone in the house, because her father was at work and her brother was at baseball practice.

Brian was not at practice, however, as it got canceled due to probable rain in the afternoon. He came upstairs to his room, but in the hallway outside his sister’s room, he saw what she was doing and stopped to watch, fascinated with the sight of his sister in the nude.

Her fingers were busy rubbing the outside of her pussy, and he could smell her arousal. Her bare breasts were heaving with each breath.

She let out a low moan and whispered her brother’s name.

“Oh, Brian, yes, touch me right there!” She gasped, and Brian could hardly believe his ears.

“Tina, are you okay? “ he asked.

Her eyes flew open and she sat up, covering her breasts with both hands. All she really managed to hide were her nipples; her breasts were quite large. A big C cup was her bra size, when she deigned to wear one. They were very firm and stood up off her chest without any help, and she didn’t like the feeling of being constrained, so she usually didn’t wear one.

“Brian, what are you doing home?” she blurted out, shocked at being caught. “You’re supposed to be at practice!”

“It’s canceled.” He explained. “Are you okay? Do you need any help?”

“You want to help me?” she asked, surprised She felt a sudden gush of heat in her belly at the thought of her brother seeing her like this; of him touching her and making her come.

“Well, you said my name.” He told her, coming in to her room. “I’ll help, if you’ll let me.”

“Okay.” She smiled. “What do you want to do?”

“Well, the first thing I want to do is get these pants off.” He Elazığ Escort said, unbuckling his belt. She could see a massive bulge in his underwear as he let his pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them.

“I want to see it.” Tina said hoarsely. “Take your underwear off, too!”

“Okay, but only if you don’t hide your breasts like that. I like looking at them.” He said. “They’re beautiful!”

She moved her hands away and let him look, so he pushed his jockey shorts down and exposed his 11 inch cock to his sister.

“Oh my god, it’s fuckin’ HUGE!” she gasped. “Can I touch it?”

“Sure.” He said, coming closer. She reached out and took it in her fist, but couldn’t quite close her fingers around his massive girth.

“Can I touch you, too?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. He reached down and began rubbing her pussy the same way he’d seen her doing it a few moments before.

“Mmm, that feels nice.” She moaned, opening her legs to give his hand more room. His middle finger found her opening and pushed inside.

“That’s where this is supposed to go in.” she said, giggling as she stroked his cock. “Do you think it will fit?”

“There’s only one way to find out.” He said. He got up on the bed with her, and lay down between her legs.

She still had her hand on it, and moved the head up and down over her pussy. When she had it at her opening, he thrust his hips forward a little and pushed it inside her.

She grunted as she felt herself stretching in an entirely new way, so he stopped, afraid he was hurting her.

“Are you okay?” he asked. She looked under at him and bit her lip, then nodded. “Ready for a little more?”

She nodded again, so he pushed it in some more.

“Holy Elazığ Escort Bayan shit, look at you two!” said a new voice. “Brian, you’re fucking your own sister!”

Brian leapt from the bed, and turned to see one of his best friends, Pete, standing in the doorway with a big, shit eating grin on his face. He also had his camera with him and was taking pictures of them.

“What are you doing here?” Brian asked, but then he remembered that he’d invited Pete over after practice had been canceled.

“Don’t stop on my account!” Pete grinned. “Go ahead and finish, or I’ll tell everyone we know what I saw here today. I’ll show them these shots of you fucking, too.”

“You want us to finish?” Tina asked, hiding her breasts again. “You want to take pictures of us while we do it?” She thought that being photographed in the act was the coolest thing she’d ever heard of. Both boys could hear the enthusiasm in her voice.

“I insist!” Pete said, still grinning. “I get to watch, or I’ll go tell!”

“Don’t tell anyone; don’t show the pictures around, and you can watch.” Brian agreed. Tina nodded her agreement as well.

“Cool, this will be better than any porno I’ve seen on the internet!” Pete said gleefully. “Go ahead, Brian, fuck her!”

Brian got back on the bed and opened up his sister’s legs, moving between them once more as Pete came into the room with them. He came right up to the edge of the bed, and was about to get on it with them, but Brian warned him off.

“That’s close enough, pal.” He growled. “Touch us and you die!”

“Okay, okay!” Pete assented. He was satisfied with the view he had, less than two feet away. He could see between Tina’s legs and Brian’s giant cock about Escort Elazığ to go inside of the girl’s pussy, and he could smell her juices clearly. He got several good shots of her pussy, close up like that.

Tina took his cock in hand and guided it into place, then Brian began pushing it in. This time, he speared her with a forceful shove and broke her cherry right away.

She grunted with the pain of it, but it passed rather quickly, and was replaced with a delicious friction as Brian began to fuck her, using half his length inside her.

“Give her more of it, Brian.” Pete said. “She can handle it.”

“Yes, give me more!” Tina exclaimed, wrapping her legs around Brian’s back and trying to pull more of him into her.

Brian obliged her, shoving the whole thing inside his little sister. Her pussy gripped him like a velvet glove, tighter and hotter than he could ever have imagined. As he stroked back and forth, he could feel himself getting close to coming, but he wanted to make sure that his sister came first.

He needn’t have worried; Tina came about three times while he was fucking her. The feeling of his huge cock stirring her guts was more than enough to bring her off several times. Brian held back as long as he could, but soon enough, his balls erupted.

He shot his was deep inside her, hosing her fertile womb with his potent sperm. Pete saw the white spunk flow out of her and pool between her asscheeks and took a lot of pictures of it.

“Hell yeah, dude! You fucking filled her to overflowing!” Pete crowed. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”

Brian pulled out, and a lot more of his spend flowed out.

He got off the bed and turned to his friend. “Okay, Pete, you had your show. Now get out. Leave me alone with my sister.”

“Sure, I’ll go.” Pete agreed. “Thanks for letting me shoot it. That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!” Pete left the house and immediately his cell phone began to ring.

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