I breathed a sigh of relief and sank back into the swivel chair.
Tammy retaliated, “You just like to hurt women.”
“Only if they want to be.”
Tammy’s tone changed, “I want to be!”
The client drew a pillow down and Tammy lifted willingly to fit it under her rump.
This time he concentrated on the area where hair once covered her pubic mound, taking care none of the wax dripped or ran into her split. Tammy appeared to be in ecstasy, groaning now, and jerking when each hot droplet touched her skin.
I could see on the screen that her vaginal entrance had not only dilated but also looked well lubricated. I just hoped the client would continue to resist an exchange of bodily fluids – Tammy was not in a state to refuse him anything.
“Willing for more?” the young stranger asked her.
“More?” Tammy sounded as if she was finding it difficult to speak.
“Down there.”
“Down there?” Tammy squeaked, her thighs trying unsuccessfully to close.
“Just on the outside of your beautiful puffy labia. Where you’ve shaved.”
“They’re part of my genitals… Won’t it hurt a lot?”
“I hope so.”
Tammy shivered, and her butt stirred uncertainly on the bed covers. She said breathlessly, “You’d better do it then before I change my mind!”
I bent closer to the screen. The client put his palm over Tammy’s split and gradually tilted the candle. Tammy came in a shuddering climax. I think it started even before the hot wax touched the plucked-chicken skin on her bare pussy lip.
“Your minder wouldn’t like you enjoying it that much, would he?” the client’s voice was sarcastic. “I think I deserve a partial refund – you got even more pleasure out of it than I did.”
Tammy lifted her head and checked out his cock again. “Is there anything I could do to make up for it?”
The reply was immediate, “You could let me use you anally without a condom.”
Was there no limit to this guy’s lust for perversion? I was just glad Tammy had already satisfied her need, or she might have been crazy enough to agree.
“Use me?” she queried.
“To put my cock in.”
Tammy shook her head.
“I didn’t think so.”
“I don’t ever do that,” Tammy said, “even with guys who are less well endowed. Not even with a condom on.”
“Water sports?”
Again Tammy made her pretty curls shake.
“I’d let you do it on me.”
Tammy looked tempted for a moment. Then she said, “I don’t think that would turn me on.” She seemed to have forgotten she was meant to be the one providing services.
The young man turned his gaze back to her torso and splayed limbs.
Tammy asked, “Do you like to jerk off on girls?”
“Maybe. How much time do we have left?”
Tammy looked towards her watch. It was the only thing she was wearing. “You paid for an hour.”
“Is that something you like – guys coming on your bare skin?”
“When I’m in the mood for it.” She sounded genuine, and it was news to me.
“You’re not worried by it?”
“I don’t let them do it anywhere that runs the risk of an STD.”
“What do you like about it?” the guy was playing games with her, a cat with a mouse. I worried because he was still staring at her groin.
Tammy looked down towards her ankles, seeming to realise how helpless and vulnerable she still was. She said slowly, “I like seeing jism spurt out of stiff cocks, and how it feels warm when it reaches my skin. I love knowing it’s male sexual fluid covering my belly or my tits or my thighs.”
I was amazed by the revelation.
“Where do you like it most?” the client wanted to know, stroking his cock.
“On my belly, and I love rubbing a guy’s knob from side to side in the spunk afterwards.”
I began to realise there was more to Tammy’s sexual appetite than I’d ever known. I guess working in the brothel had expanded her tastes.
“I’m not going to do that,” the client declined, “but I’d like to tweak your clit.”
“It’s not sticking out anymore,” Tammy said calmly.
“Then we’ll have to encourage it out of its cave again, won’t we?”
“Yes please,” Tammy grinned mischieviously.
The first candle had gone out, drowned in wax while they talked. He lit the one from the other side of the bed.
This time he chose her thighs as his target, and let the drips of wax run down the sensitive inner surface just below her pussy. Tammy squealed and tried to pull her ankles free from their bindings.
“That’s even better than jism, isn’t it?” he taunted her.
“Yes!”
“You don’t want me to stop, do you?”
“No!”
The pressure had been building in my pants; my cock swelled even tighter, and then it started jerking of its own accord.
“You want it on your pussy lips again, don’t you?”
“Yes! Yes!”
My underpants were wet with sticky fluid.
“You enjoy feeling hot wax on your girlie privates, don’t you?”
“I do! I do!”
“I could even drip it into your little cunt, couldn’t I?
“Oh yes! Yes!”
They were both insane!
Then the stranger chuckled. “You really are far gone.”
“Just hurt me,” Tammy begged.
The guy obliged by letting hot wax drip on her other pussy lip, positioning the candle carefully but this time not bothering to cover her genital split first. Tammy groaned ecstatically.
“You’ll be sore for days.”
“I want to be!”
“You’re a very willing subject,” he chuckled.
“I want more. All over my pussy lips – even inside where they’re pink.”
I pounded down the hallway and knocked urgently on the bedroom door, then called out, “The hour’s up.”
Tammy was self-disciplined and professional enough to know it was time to stop. A hooker didn’t do anything for free, no matter how good it was, and she had likely seen the client’s wallet was empty, as I had on the screen.
The client was Tammy’s last as it turned out. Before the rent fell due again we both found work, this time with different companies. Our relationship did not however survive the effects of that one day, and by mutual agreement we separated six months later. It was my fault. I could not stop thinking, ‘Once a hooker, always a hooker.’
Sometimes I still miss her, but then I remember the way she reacted to experiencing BDSM for the first time and, not being that way inclined, the last thing I want is reconciliation.
She’d make some pervert a really beautiful and willing dungeon slave.
The End
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Sorry bro Monty Python didn’t see you come in last evening !!! Pai Seh Pai Seh !!! Well glad that you like the stories here and can give you a hard on , here’s one short story for you - Title : Birthday Girl
She was sprawled naked on her bed, savoring the after-glow of her father’s ‘good morning’ fuck. He had just left her, disappearing into his lab, telling her that he had to get his birthday surprise ready for her.
She was breath-takingly beautiful, with wide blue eyes, a small, slim nose and a wide, full-lipped mouth. Her long thick hair, glossy as the pelt of a healthy animal, flowed over her shoulders and framed her face, high lighting her even, regular features. Her shoulders were wide and they needed to be, to support her lush, full 35D breasts. They stood straight out from her chest, sagged not at all, and were crowned with plump, cherry red nipples the size of her thumb.
Her waist was slim, her father could just encircle it with his big hands, and it flared out into undeniably womanly hips. Her ass was taut and firm, hand sized globes that begged to be fondled and caressed. Her legs were long and well muscled with firm, trim thighs that framed her sex, her bald beaver showcasing her prominent clit and her tight, well-defined cunt lips.
She had well-turned calves, and small, almost dainty feet. She was his idea of a perfect woman. She was gorgeous, and, not to be crude, she was built for sex. She oozed sex from every pore and sex was what she lived for. She could orgasm while he nursed at her plump, turgid nipples. She was wildly multi-orgasmic, and had once cum as he held her hands and fucked her mouth, without being touched anywhere else, before, during or after.
It was the young girl’s thirteenth birthday.
He was ambivalent about the device he had built for his daughter. He realized that he could not afford to ignore his financial affairs any longer, and that meant that he would be forced to leave his daughter alone at their mountain home during the day several times each month. He also realized that her appetite for sex could, and probably would, lead her into trouble while he was away. The machine he had build for her was designed to sate that appetite, and hopefully, keep her close to home, instead of wandering the woods around their home.
He regarded the machine thoughtfully, and then shrugged. He had no doubt that it would fulfill its function; after all, it was the most technologically advanced robot on the planet, the best that his genius and his money could build.
She looked at the machine warily. THIS was her birthday present? She had wanted the new X-Box, and her disappointment showed on her face as she looked at the small chamber in the center of her daddy’s lab.
“What’s it for?” she asked, trying to hide her disappointment.
“You’ll see, baby. Go flip that switch by the door, and go inside and get undressed. It won’t hurt you, in fact, you’ll love it, I promise. Go ahead.”
Walking forward, she did as she was told. She took off her blouse, and unhooked the sheer, lacy half-bra that supported her firm, full jugs. Her hands unhooked the simple denim skirt and it fell away, revealing her sheer, lace panties. She quickly stripped them off, sliding them down her long, slim legs and stepping out of them.
Nothing happened for several seconds, as the powerful computers that ran the device booted up. Infrared sensors, Ultra-sound sensors and cameras positioned around the small chamber took note of her presence and performed a series of precise measurements, perfectly mapping her magnificent young body and tracking her position within the chamber.
Silent, tentacle-like robotic arms slithered from openings in the walls, swiftly seizing her wrists, ankles, thighs and waist in softly padded jaws and slowly started to retract, suspending her in mid-air in the center of the chamber.
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“Daddy!” she screamed, “Make it stop! I’m scared!” She fought madly against the clamps, to no avail.
“It’s ok, baby.” her father said reassuringly. “Stop fighting it. It won’t hurt, in fact, you’re going to love it.” She continued to writhe against the clamps.
“Stop it, I said!” he snapped, and his thirteen year old daughter slowly stopped her struggles, hanging limply between the tentacles, panting heavily, her lush, full breasts heaving. “Just relax, baby. Do you really think that I’d do anything to hurt you? Do you?”
“N… No daddy.” she whimpered, her panic receding. “It just scared me, that’s all.”
“All right. Now just relax. I’ll be right here.” he replied.
The machine, continuing with its pre-programmed instructions, extruded a host of sinister looking arms from the walls and her skin crawled as they all advanced on her spread-eagled form. Two foam-lined, articulated cups descended from the ceiling and captured her lush, ripe tits, a slight vacuum centering her nipples at the tips of the cups and holding them firmly. Two gossamer-thin filaments, their diameter measured in atoms, found and penetrated her flaccid nipples, carefully sinking deep into her breasts, and began to vibrate, the planned pattern sending jolts of erotic joy throughout her entire body.
Another probe prodded between her buttocks, seeking entrance to her anus. It easily breached the annular muscles and slithered inside, and slowly advanced up her rectum and into her bowels, cleaning and lubricating her back passage as it moved. Her nipples hardened, and she moaned softly as the sensations in her tits and ass ignited her sensual nature. Nine more probes descended from the ceiling and grasped her head firmly, microscopic filaments penetrating her scalp and monitoring her brain waves.
She drew in a ragged breath when a two pronged device carefully parted her cunt lips and probed for the entrance to her tight little box. A smaller copy of the cups that imprisoned her swelling breasts captured her clit while the rearward invader slithered along the coils of her intestines, the invasion of her anus not hurting a bit.
The two probes in her hot, young cunt were joined by a dozen more, and they banded together and expanded, exerting pressure in every direction, measuring the elasticity and volume of her vaginal vault. She moaned again as the delightful sensations caused her cunt to start leaking, her juices coating the probes. She made little sounds of complaint when the probes were withdrawn from her hot little twat, the mass of them gleaming wetly.
Then she gasped hotly as a much larger device prodded at her cunt and forced its way inside. It expanded to completely fill her and heated to match her own body temperature. Her delirious response was beyond her ability to control. She was totally enraptured by a machine. To put it in terms a layman could understand, a metal cock was buried deep within her copiously leaking cunt, and was fucking her brains out. This sounds sinister, but in reality, it was beautiful. The totally helpless and delighted young girl was being machine fucked by a mechanical lover that varied its temperature between 90 and 105 degrees.
Her whole body trembled as that inhuman lover started shuttling in and out of her melting cunt. She screamed and spasmed as she orgasmed, then orgasmed again as the probe buried deep in her bowels exited her body. Meanwhile, at the rate of one hundred and twenty times a minute, the massive metal probe, ensconced deep inside her cunt, pounded in and out of her drooling channel, oozing a thick lubricant as it moved to keep her tight young cunt tube from becoming chaffed.
Its actions now were accompanied by obscene slurping sounds and her moans and cries of ecstasy. Only when it seemed that her body could stand not another second of such exquisite sexual torture, did her belly explode in a super orgasm. Her mind reeled under the force of the massive orgasm, as readings were taken from the probes monitoring her brain, and adjustments were made, so she would not pass out during the incredible orgasms she was having. A tiny filament extruded from the massive metal cock buried deep in her belly and entered her cervix, the chemical compound it exuded dilating the entrance to her womb.
The young girl’s womanly body hung exhausted in the middle of the chamber, her lips curved in an ecstatic smile. All of it had been mechanical, and all of it formed the best and most erotic overload she had ever experienced. There was a long, long pause as she drifted down from the best orgasm of her short life, her taut, and supremely feminine body sagging in complete relaxation. She felt like a puddle of warm wax, her universe soft and pink.
Then it started again.
She felt the needles begin to vibrate. They pulsed away; deep inside her breasts as the articulated cups holding them began to manipulate her breasts, feeling uncannily like her father’s big hands mauling her tits. All the sensations in her incredibly ripe tits melded together, bringing her higher and higher as the huge, monolithic metal cock once again began shuttling in and out of her stuffed, wet cunt, pounding into her spasming belly one hundred and twenty times a minute.
When the machine monitoring her brain recognized the signs of her impending orgasm, it sent the proper commands to the massive metal cock plundering the thirteen-year-old girl’s pussy, and it ‘came’, pumping almost a half a pint of 105 degree ‘cum’ into her belly. The sensation of that 105-degree cum flooding her womb and spurting past the mammoth cock plugging her cunt pushed her over the edge, and she reached another peak of absolute sexual pleasure, her orgasm smashing through her willingly imprisoned body.
And again, she collapsed, or would have but for the padded metal clamps that held her spread so wide. And again, there was the pause while she came down and adjustments were made. The vaginal probe adjusted, shrinking a few centimeters and it’s twin dropped from the ceiling, nuzzling, entering her relaxed anus. And it all began again. Her taut, sweating body writhed and bucked with the metal intruders, her breasts swelling inside the cups that cradled them and caressed them, her screams of absolute ecstasy echoing through the house as she flashed into orgasm.
Again the pause, and the overwhelming sexual stimulation was applied again, and again, and again, until her whole world was the chamber and her cybernetic lover giving her orgasm after orgasm, until the probes monitoring her brain indicated that her magnificent young body was finally and completely sated.
Her father, on the other hand, was aroused beyond belief, the sex-drenched air in the lab making his cock harder than it had ever been. As the robotic arms slowly lowered the semi-conscious girl to the cot in the corner, he said the commands to bring up a new routine. The arms halted their decent and repositioned their burden for his pleasure. She remained spread-eagled on her back, but the tentacles that had supported her head now allowed it to fall back.
The needles imbedded deep in her firm, ripe breasts started their magic again, and minute electric currents were send through selected probes into her brain. As he positioned himself next to his sexually sated daughter, the cameras and sensors noted his position and made small adjustments to the position of the thirteen-year-old girl.
A slim probe located her nostril and quickly slithered inside and through her sinuses to her lungs, a small door opening at the tip and pumping fresh air to her on demand. Another probe grasped her jaw and opened it, while a third probe invaded her mouth and throat, making sure the passage was straight and clear, and withdrew. At the sound of a soft beep from the computer, he stepped forward and crammed all eleven inches of his straining cock balls deep in her gaping mouth, his large nut sack draping over her nose and covering her eyes.
She began to suck her father’s cock, the computer arousing her once again, the massive metal spike in her soaked cunt slowly pumping her ravaged pussy. He moaned loudly as her lips and tongue went to work on his huge cock. She groaned as the second massive metal cock started thrusting into her bowels in sync with the gigantic spike that was slowly fucking her drooling cunt. She swallowed again and again around the cock that was imbedded deep in her throat, her throat muscles squeezing and massaging his throbbing dick.
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The cups and needles covering and stimulating her swollen breasts withdrew, and he seized the quivering mounds, squeezing them until the flesh oozed between his fingers. She groaned deep in her chest as he abused her ripe tits and orgasmed, her softly rounded belly fluttering as her muscles clenched on the relentless metallic cocks fucking her cunt and ass.
He gasped as she sucked madly on his cock, fighting to stave off the orgasm that was threatening to overwhelm him. Reluctantly, he withdrew his aching dick from her mouth, and stepped back. The computer registered his change of position, and as he walked around the wildly orgasming girl, the massive cock that was fucking her spasming cunt withdrew, and the robotic arms holding the young girl’s twitching body slowly changed her position until she was sitting in mid-air, her long legs spread wide, her metallic lover’s mammoth cock now shuttling slowly up and down in her stretched anus.
He stepped forward and aimed his cock at her leaking pussy, and slammed it home in one thrust as he leaned over and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth as his cock entered her cunt. She screamed into his mouth as his cock bottomed out in her dripping honey pot, and convulsed into another orgasm, sucking his tongue like she had sucked his cock only moments before.
Her hot, wet cunt spasmed around his buried prick, and it felt like he had it in a velvet meat-grinder, so powerful were her contractions. He started moving then, forcing his cock in and out of her orgasming cunt, fucking her brutally as the robotic spike in her tight rectum sped up to match him, stroke for stroke.
The machine stimulated certain nerve centers in her brain, allowing the thirteen-year-old girl to stay conscious and aroused as the savage double fucking continued.
As he strained to keep from blowing his load into his young daughter, he gasped out a command to the voice interface on the machine he had built. A series of probes came down from the ceiling and fastened themselves to his head, painlessly monitoring and stimulating the proper nerve centers of his brain. As the probes worked their magic, another arm extruded from the wall of the chamber and found it’s way into his ass, traveling up his rectum to his prostate.
Several things happened at once. As the filaments in his head stimulated his brain and the probe in his ass massaged his prostate, his pleasure increased ten-fold, and he exploded into orgasm, his hot, steaming cum hosing out his thirteen year old daughter’s cunt, flooding into her womb and triggering another orgasm in her.
The mechanical cock in her ass expanded and a cover irised open in the tip, and it too ‘orgasmed, ’ flooding her rectum with bursts of hot, then cold, then hot ‘jism.’ Her eyes bulged in her head and she screamed as if she’d been shot, as the un-natural stimulation overloaded her mind, her orgasms crashing in on her one after another so quickly that she fainted dead away, the machine unable to compensate for the speed of her reaction to the double fucking she was getting.
Lost in the most explosive cum of his life, Tom continued to fuck the unconscious girl, her magnificent body shaking from his manic attack as he had a second orgasm, his huge cock pumping more of his incestuous sperm deep into the convulsing cunt of his thirteen year old daughter’s limp body. His knees buckled, and he would have fallen but for the arms that shot out of the walls and grabbed him when the computer sensed his imminent collapse.
Finally, it was over. The machine slowed and then stopped fucking her hot, tight rectum. The probes withdrew from monitoring her brain and the arms drew her off her father’s drained cock, placing her in a slight head down position, to allow her to recover consciousness on her own.
He was lowered to the floor, where he lay gasping, as the probes withdrew from his body. Minutes passed, and he roused himself when he heard his baby girl speak.
“Daddy?” she croaked. “Daddy, are you there?”
“Yes, Baby, Daddy’s here.” he groaned.
“Daddy? Thank you, Daddy.” she whispered. “This is the best present ever.”
“I’m glad you liked it, princess.” he panted.
“Daddy?” she said again. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, honey.” he said, slowly climbing to his feet. He walked to where his daughter hung from the clamps and tenderly kissed her on the mouth. Her tongue leisurely licked his lips as they kissed, and he gathered her into his arms and ordered the computer to release the clamps holding her. Her arms encircled his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist as they kissed again, her lush, ripe breasts pressed against his broad, muscular chest.
Slowly, he carried his thirteen-year-old daughter to his bed.
The End
One more story for the night …………..Pai Seh cause system lagging plus I also got flu ……hehehehe
Two Scout Camps
Whoever thought about putting two scout camps on the same lake was a genus. The Boy Scouts of America and the Girl Scouts of America are to be commended. Not only can you get badges in archery or woodcraft but you can also get one in sex education and loose your virginity at the same time.
The boy’s camp is on one side of the lake and the girl’s camp is on the other side but there are about a hundred boats of assorted kinds, shapes, and sizes to traverse the lake anytime of the day or night. For our mile swims it just happens to be exactly a half-mile from our boat dock to the girl’s boat dock. One round trip without stopping is a mile. Even the girls swim a mile too for one of their badges. Of course we have to send a rowboat along with our swimmers to make sure that the little brats don’t drowned.
The week before camp started all of the Councilors and Councilors in Training arrived to get re-aquatinted with the camp. That included the girl’s camp too.
This certainly wasn’t my first year at camp as a Councilor. In fact it was my fourth summer. I’m nineteen years old and I was a CIT for the first two years and then a Councilor last year and this year. We arrived early Saturday morning, threw our stuff in the Councilor’s cabin, and did our camp inspection before noon. As far as we were concerned that was it. We were all set for camp to start for the summer. That left us with nothing to do but fool around until next Saturday when the first week’s campers arrived at noon. It was party time for the next six and a half days.
Fortunately the Girl Scout Councilors did the same thing and felt the same way that we did. I know from past experience and the fact that my eighteen-year-old sister Theresa in one of the Girl Scout Councilors. As I had learned in past summers four of us had sisters across the lake. The other Councilors referred to us four as the ‘brotherhood’ while the girl Councilors called our four sisters the ‘sisterhood.’ They could call us anything that they wanted too, they would anyway.
They’re just jealous because we get special privileges. The eight of us get to spend time together after retreat and dinner almost every night. Our two Camp Directors got together a couple of years ago and decided that it would be good for those four Girl Scouts to attend our evening retreat to see the flag lowered and folded as Taps was played off somewhere up in the woods. It was a very solemn occasion followed by dinner in the mess hall. Of course the girls were our guests for dinner. Then the next evening we four boys were invited to their camp to do the same thing.
This happened the six days of every camp week with the exception of Wednesday. The camp week was from Saturday noon to the next Saturday at noon. On Wednesday evenings both camps had family visitation and a barbecue. We usually roasted a whole pig over coals all day long. It was a real thrill for the campers to walk by it every chance that they could. The girl’s camp usually just had barbecued chicken. Anyway on Wednesday we were confined to camp. The Order of the Arrow put on its induction ceremony that evening and of course we four guys were members of that too. The Order of the Arrow is an elite group of Scouts within the Boy Scouts of America. It is universal throughout the world.
Anyway for six nights a week our sisters were with us and had free run of our camp for a few hours. All of the other Councilors wanted to fuck our sisters. Two years ago my sister Theresa talked the other three girls into letting the guys fuck them along with her two nights each week. There were twenty of us and four of them so it actually worked out perfectly and we each got to fuck them twice before they had to return to their side of the lake. The guys were shocked the first time that they saw me fuck my own sister.
Theresa saw the looks on their faces and said, “Get over it! It’s not the first time he has fucked me! We’ve been doing this ever since I started having periods! Dad always said, old enough to bleed old enough to breed! Mom on the other hand said, birth control pills young lady!”
That summer I noticed the other three guys fucking their sisters too and enjoying it I might add. Their sisters seemed to like it too.
Theresa realized that there was still one other evening that they were in camp and suggested that any virgin boy that wanted to become a man could fuck them. The girls decided that ten boys each was more than fair but that the boys really had to be virgins. Every week there were forty boys begging to loose their virginities.
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Sorry for the delay …….here’s the ending part - ENJOY !!!
The best part for me was when we attended retreat at the girl’s camp. We too got virgins. Being horny teenagers we got three virgin girls each night spaced out far enough for us to recover. Most weeks there were not thirty-six virgin girls begging for our cocks. That’s when the other girl Councilors let us fuck them.
Last year the girl Councilors were so fucking horny that they asked us boy Councilors to meet them at the south end of the lake in a clearing after lights out. That made for some very nice orgies. There were approximately twenty of each sex there and we guys were all good for two to four fucks a night so the girls got their wish and got laid three times every night. The ‘brotherhood’ was pretty tapped out from virgin duty but we still got to fuck at least one of the girl Councilors every night.
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So back to that very first day at noon this summer. We went down to the lake and paddled twenty canoes across the lake singing our camp song at the top of our lungs. The girl Councilors came out to great us singing their camp song. The tune was the same but the lyrics were different and it actually blended into a nice melody. We guys beached our canoes, dropped our bathing suits, and tossed them into our boat.
The girls took us by our cocks and led us to their mess hall. The ‘sisterhood’ grabbed their brother’s cocks for the trip. Once inside the mess hall we noticed that the tables each had a sleeping bag rolled out onto it.
Theresa took me to her sleeping bag and removed her clothes before climbing up onto it. I followed her and slipped my cock into my sister’s already wet pussy. As I slowly pumped it into her she told me about the hour long Daisy Chain that they had going on before we arrived. She described each pussy that she had eaten in detail along with how it had tasted too. Theresa knew that it would excite me and it did too. Soon I was cumming into her and Theresa cried out loudly, “Oh God I love Boy Scouts! They eat Girl Scout cookies but they like to fuck Girl Scout pussy!” That led to a round of ‘here here’ from everybody in the room.
This summer there were three new Girl Scout Councilors in Training. Theresa and the ‘sisterhood’ set the ‘brotherhood’ up with them so that I got to fuck all three of them that first day. Everyone wanted to fuck them but they were ours that first day. Of course they had brought a guy up from the shore by his cock but he had only gotten to sixty-nine with them, he never got to fuck them that first Saturday but we sure did.
Every morning and noon they came to our camp for sex. Every evening we went to their camp for sex. That way we could stay as long as we wanted too and they didn’t have to paddle back across the lake in the dark. Who says chivalry is dead?
That week we fucked our brains out and theirs too. Despite all that sex we still managed to get both of our camps in tiptop shape for our Camp Directors to arrive Friday afternoon for inspection. The kitchen staff had arrived that morning and completely cleaned and stocked the kitchen for the start of week one.
We boys still met with the girls at the south end of the lake that Friday night for more sex. It was the end of a great week. Too bad the campers would show up the next day and spoil it all. I took the opportunity to fuck those three new girls again. I watched as Theresa was fucked by six guys in a row. She absolutely loved the gangbang. In fact all four of the ‘sisterhood’ had requested it. However the other girl Councilors got jealous so the ‘sisterhood’ took care of themselves after that to the delight of the guys. For some reason watching two girls make love is very exciting to a guy. The ‘sisterhood’ did a great job of exciting the guys so that the other girl Councilors could get all the cock they wanted.
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Saturday the little monsters arrived. That evening the ‘sisterhood’ arrived in full uniform for reveille and dinner. Probable one forth of that week’s campers were first timers and just seeing the girls got them all excited. Theresa noticed a few hard little peckers in some of the boy’s pants and giggled. When she walked into our mess hall all eyes turned to watch her. I noticed her winking at the other girls. I had to smile when the girls sat down very unlady like at our picnic tables and opened their legs up to get then over the seat. In doing so, many boys were able to see their panties. That made their day and the girls loved it too. As we ate our meal several of the new boys offered to bring the girl their food. The girls let them and always seemed to accidentally brush up against their young cocks giving both of them a cheap thrill.
My sister noticed the troop number on their sleeves and that they were all part of the same troop. She asked a couple of the young boys if they were virgins. The blushes on their faces told her that they were. She asked them if there were ten virgins in their troop. They were pretty sure that there were. So my sister looked at me and I nodded my head at her. She knew that I would check things out and set it up for her later that evening.
I did too. So on the very first day of camp that summer my sister single handedly took the virginity of eleven very excited young Scouts. The rest of the sisterhood got to try and keep their little peckers soft but it took them almost the whole night to do that. Those campers were very happy all week, probably all summer, and maybe even for the rest of their lives.
The End
One more story before work - Title : I knew it was wrong -
On my wedding day, instead of having the usual wedding day jitters and all that bull, I had sex with another man. I knew it was wrong. My fiancé and I dated for over two years; I believe it was love at first sight. Jeremy had it all. He had the looks, the brains, the money, and the power. Jeremy was easy on the eyes, could put it down in bed, and throw money by the thousands in my direction on a regular basis. He was the most incredible man I knew…that is – until I met Damon.
Damon was the polar opposite of Jeremy. While Jeremy worked at an established fortune 500 company, Damon was a powerful “hustla.” In other words: he sold drugs. Weed, crack, meth, jiggs – you name it, he sold it. On any given day, Damon would probably be wearing baggy designer jeans, a large t-shirt, expensive sneakers, and plenty of gold jewelry and diamonds. Jeremy was thirty-five with a squeaky clean history, no kids, and always wore expensive Armani suits wherever he went. On the other hand, Jeremy was nineteen, had two children (he had the first one at fifteen and the second one at seventeen), was a convicted felon, and a highschool dropout.
Damon was exactly six feet tall. He had golden brown skin and long hair, which he usually kept braided in unique designs. Muscles bulged everywhere on his well-defined body. His stomach and chest was hard as a fuckin rock. His chest, back, and both of his arms were covered in tattoos; both of his ears were pierced, also. Damon could definitely be described as a ‘pretty’ boy – if he didn’t try to look so hard or rough. He had hazel eyes, adorable dimples, and flawless skin.
If anyone knew that I was with Damon, they’d think I was insane. There was something about him that I just couldn’t resist. Every since I laid eyes on him, I was hooked like a crack addict after taking their first hit. Since I’ve given a quick summary of the two men in my life, I might as well tell you a little something about myself.
My name is Sasha. I’m twenty-seven. I work as a flight attendant for Jamaica Air® ; I absolutely love my job as a flight attendant. I’m a native of Jamaica but I moved to Miami a few years back. My skin is the color of fine dark chocolate; I have long thick legs, a small sexy waist, curvaceous womanly hips, large bouncy tits, and a round ass that makes men look twice.
Thanks to my father’s genes, I have a beautiful pair of almond-shaped green eyes. My cheekbones are high and model-like. I have thick luscious lips and a perfect smile. My voice is low, sexy, and heavily laced with an authentic Jamaican accent.
Back to Damon! Before you can fully understand what happened on my wedding day, you must know more about our relationship. I met Damon about a year after Jeremy and I started dating seriously. I remember the day I met him like it was yesterday. Damon was riding first class from Jamaica to Miami. The plane had just taken off and I was walking down the aisle checking on passengers. The first time I walked past Damon, I didn’t even notice him. The second time I walked past him, I had to do a double-take.
There was something about his thuggish look that caught my eye. There was always a part of me that desired ‘bad boys.’ It turns out that he had noticed me, too. Honestly, I don’t see how he couldn’t have noticed me. My double hemmed uniform skirt showed off my long chocolate legs and the crisp white oxford shirt was unbuttoned to show off my ample chocolate cleavage. As I made my way down the past toward him, I switched my hips a little more than usual. I love to tease men.
“Ay, Miss!” he called out.
“Ayo, Miss flight attendant!” he called out again.
I flipped my long natural hair over my shoulder and turned my head. Without thinking, I quickly did an about-face and walked beside his aisle seat. There was no one else in the seat by the window. Our eyes locked for a few seconds, he licked his lips, and I smiled flirtatiously. The connection was crazy.
“The name is Sasha.” rolled off my tongue.
“Damn. I’m feelin the name…hell I’m feeling your body and your accent.”
“My name is Damon. Nice to meet you, Sasha.” he crooned.
Damon’s voice was rough, sexy, and very deep. I couldn’t help but to smile wide.
“Damon, I’m working…is there anything you need?”
“Your number.” he said without hesitation.
I giggled flirtatiously like a little school girl, “I’m sorry to inform you, but I have a man.”
Telling him that I was in a committed relationship didn’t stop him one bit. Damon and I flirted for about five minutes before I realized I had to attend to other passengers’ needs as well as help prepare the in-flight dinner: microwaved plastic-tasting lasagne. Damon asked me out to dinner the following night in Miami (such a coincidence he lived in Miami also) – I accepted. It wouldn’t be any harm for us to go to dinner and have a few drinks. Jeremy was going to be out of town and I needed something to do, so why not?
I was very relieved once the plane landed in Miami. Damon and I exchanged numbers at the gate and went our separate ways. Bright and early the next morning, Damon called me up and we made plans for the evening. We decided we would eat at a Japanese restaurant and visit one of Miami’s hottest club, Pure Electricity.
Since I hadn’t been out on the town in a while, I decided I would go for an over-the-top kind of look. After taking an hour long bubble bath, I slathered my body with luxurious Shea butter lotion that I had picked up from Fredricks’ of Hollywood. Then I lightly spritzed my naked body with vanilla body spray. While standing in front of a wall mirror hanging on the back of my closet door, I admired my beautiful body.
My hands took on a mind of their own and moved slowly across my upper body. Goose bumps rose to the surface of my flawless chocolate skin. I cooed and snapped back into reality. After digging through my closet for thirty minutes or more, I found the perfect outfit: a black, form fitting, sheath-like, halter Baby Phat dress. The slanted hemline stopped at mid-thigh and went down past my knees. It hugged all of my curves and showed off my unique womanly physique.
I admired the halter as I tied it around my neck; the dress dipped low to show off my plentiful cleavage, but not too much. To compliment the dress, I wore a dozen small gold bangles on my left wrist, tasteful large golden hoop earrings, skinny black stiletto heels, and a gold ankle bracelet. My reflection in the mirror pleased me beyond belief. I took the large rollers out of my hair and tousled it with my hands. The nice, large, gentle curls, covered my shoulders.
Damon and I agreed to meet at the restaurant at eight, so I left my house a little before seven thirty to make it there right on time. Damon pulled up just as I was getting out of my car. I laughed slightly when I saw his ride. He promptly got out of his old school nineteen ninety something black Chevy Caprice that happened to be sitting on large chrome rims. I’d guess them to be twenty-two’s. He definitely was riding in a stereotypical “hustla’s” or “dope boy’s” ride.
I quickly reverted my focus back to him. Damon wore a brown polo shirt, brown and tan plaid shorts that hung below his natural waist (which looked sexy as hell by the way), stark white Nikes, and a long gold herringbone chain. Diamond studs that sparkled like silver glitter brought attention to his ears and his fresh braids were very nice. If I’m not mistaken, my pussy quivered slightly in the tiny red thong I was wearing underneath my dress. Damon looked scrumptious. FUCK!
From that moment on, I was in total heated lust. How it happened, I don’t know – but it HAPPENED! Dinner was very nice. I instantly knew Damon was into illegal shit when he pulled out a big ass wad of cash, mostly twenty’s and hundreds. But to be honest, that didn’t throw water on the lust fire being built between my thighs. That night, Jeremy was not even a part of my life. Jeremy who?
Instead of driving separate cars to the club, I hopped in the car with him before I knew it. I stared at him out of the corner of my eye for the majority of the thirty minute ride. That motherfucka knew he was the shit! Just looking at him was making my juices flow like a faucet and the night had just begun. And to top it off, Damon had game out of this world.
“I don’t usually say shit like this to chicks but…” he paused.
“Damn, Sasha! When I say beautiful, I mean fuckin’ beautiful.”
“Sexy, the whole fuckin’ nine. You got me wantin’ to make you my number one.”
“Number one? You’ve only known me for a little over a day.” I laughed.
“And?” he looked at me out of the corner of his eye and smiled.
“Keep your eyes on the road. We’ll talk later.” I suggested.
Can you believe I didn’t make it home until five am? What a fuckin experience. Damon paid my way into the club and treated me to numerous drinks, with his fake ID I must add. He was glued to me at the hip, but I definitely didn’t mind. I downed at least three Walk Me Down’s and a daiquiri or two. Don’t even half way think I was the only one getting my drink on! Damon had three shots of Patrone, a dacquiri, and a Corona. He wasn’t nearly as fucked up as I was, but I still partied my ass off, ignoring my slight stomachache and dizziness.
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