Bachelor’s Mature Orgy
The alarm rang waking me up from my deep slumber. I looked at the watch to see the time. It showed 6:00 A.M. The sun shown bright over my bed and my two friends Alex and Abinanth, who shared the flat along with me. Alex worked as a software professional who stood 6" tall and looked massive. Abinanth on the other hand is short but handsome. We had been great friends and shared all our intimate experiences in life. I eased my body off the bed to get ready.
I heard the door bell ring and went to open it. It was our maid Ranjita who used to clean the home and prepare our lunch. Being single we had a hard time eating non-home food until we hired her. She was a married lady of 45 with two kids. Her husband was a drunkard which made her work for their living. She always wore sarees and was a very conservative woman. Even though we were young men, we never looked at her in a erotic way until that night.
I opened the door and greeted her with a warm smile. Ranjita looked homely in her brown saree. She stood 5'5, brownish complexion and had proportionate sizes. She was not slim by any means but not fat either. Her body is voluptuous, bulgy with required curves in her hips. She looked like any mature Indian aunt at such an age. Her breasts looked rounded and more than enough to be held in a guy’s palm. I never thought I would be kneading the same breasts with my palm that night. I let her inside as she brushed past me.
Once inside, she started doing her daily chores. Everything was normal and we got ready for office. Her saree was draped perfectly covering her assets fully. It clung to her curvaceous body tightly exposing her curves adorably. But we guys didn’t had any such intention to see a 45 year old lady in such a provocative manner. It was almost 8’ O clock when I reached back home. It had started raining heavily. Alex and Abi were already there waiting for me. Ranjita was standing there drenched shivering like a chicken.
“Didn’t you leave after finishing your work, Ranjita?”
“I left, sir. But again I came back to wash the clothes when it started raining heavily.” She replied.
“It’s fine. You better stay here for the night as its raining heavily.”
“Ok sir. I will cook dinner within a few minutes for you all,” she said and hurried inside the kitchen.
We had dinner which was over in the next hour. Ranjita went to the balcony to dry her clothes. She closed the door slightly and removed her saree pallu. The door flew open exposing her standing there only in her blouse and skirt. Her breasts were wet with water droplets on her exposed cleavage. I decided we could sleep in the bedroom so that she could sleep in the drawing room. She soon felt sleepy and wished us good night before she got inside.
“Shall we watch an adult movie and have a beer?” Alex asked me.
For some odd reason, I agreed. It was weird as how I agreed cause another woman was sleeping in the adjacent room. And we are three young guys who are yet to taste a girl in our life. An hour passed with steamy sex scenes on the screen which made our cocks hard and stiff. The alcohol did it’s job and made us quite dizzy.
I laid back on the bed and noticed both of them looking at the half closed door which leads to the other room. I knew what they wanted. They both are drunk and horny which made them seek the only pussy that is available for the night. The animal in me took over and I didn’t object when Alex got up to satiate his lust from her mature body. He walked towards the door opening it slowly. Ranjita slept peacefully which was evident by the steady rise and fall of her breasts.
Alex kept the door ajar and crawled onto the floor along with our maid. He proceeded rapidly raising her saree and skirt till her panties got exposed. His fingers trailed along her smooth thighs until it rested over her panty. His right hand moved below her neck to hug her. His lips met hers in a passionate kiss while his hands caressed her mound. Startled she woke up to find her soft, tender lips being kissed feverishly. She tried to break her lips free but he held on to her tightly. Her strength was no match for him which was made sure when he stripped her naked with utmost ease. He ripped her bra open which was the last piece of cloth left on her.
Her voluptuous body was revealed to our lustful eyes. She squirmed. Her brown skin excited us to the point of no return. Her body looked so inviting even at such an age and made me wonder how she looked in her youth. He continued ravishing her body unabated. He took her pointed black nipples inside his mouth and sucked it vigorously. His fingers were over her pussy rubbing it intensely. She tried to stop his movements but in vain.
Alex lifted her up to get her inside to our bed. We got off the bed leaving him enough space to feast on her. She protested. Her body betrayed her expressing signs of arousal. He carried her to the bed and laid her down. She lost almost all of her strength and didn’t protest much when he got between her open legs. Her body disappeared under his massive form and he held her wrists under his tight grip. He positioned his hard cock in the entrance of her now wet pussy and plunged himself hard inside.
Her moans echoed inside the room as she reluctantly accepted his cock inside her pussy. Her pussy was unused for the past few years which initiated a slight pain. He took his time to relish the mature lady’s cunt to feel its grip on his shaft. She kept whimpering as he started ramming her feverishly until he came inside her. He got off the bed cleaning himself and looked at us with a satisfied smile.
“Who wants to take her next?” he questioned with a smile spread across his face.
Abi was already naked his throbbing cock held tight in his hand. He rushed to take up his place between her spread legs. We went out of the room so that he could enjoy her patiently. The next hour passed with us listening to Ranjita’s moans of pleasure as she started enjoying being molested. Her cries of passion filled the calm night as my friend plunged himself into her mercilessly. Her gasps came in unison with his cock banging her now wet pussy. The room went silent for awhile.
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I thought he would come out when I heard her plead not to fuck her again as she couldn’t bear it anymore. She pleaded him to stop as she couldn’t accommodate his thick cock in her pussy. But he was not listening to her pleas but instead shoved his limp cock into her mouth. Her muffled moans indicated she was being mouth fucked by him. Then another low gasp as he lodged his cock into her pussy for the second time in the night.
A few moments later, the door opened. He signaled for us to come and join him if we wish. I followed Alex inside the room as we crowded around her sprawled body. She looked tempting in such a posture. Her saree was removed and her clothes where strewn all over. Her bulgy chest heaved with sweat all over.
Even at 45, Ranjita retained almost all of her assets intact. Her breasts were still inviting to touch and her nude body retained its shape vividly. The fact that she was a mother of two kids and been fucked every night by her husband aroused us even more. Her mature nudity resembled a ripe mango, fleshy and tasty. She opened her eyes weakly to see us standing around her but closed again. I think she sensed her helpless situation and decided to oblige to our desires. Her mature skin aroused me immensely as I groped her saggy tits. They were ripe, soft to touch yet firm to hold. I bent down sinking my teeth into her fleshy body. I slided my fingers inside her thoroughly fucked pussy.
Even though she was resisting a bit, I parted her legs apart to slide my throbbing cock inside her.
“Please, Do it slow. Your friends already fucked me so hard and I am feeling so sore. Please…Oh…Hmmm..Uhhhhh.”
Ranjita hardly finished speaking when I jammed my cock inside her pussy hard which provoked another low moan from her. Her proposal to be fucked slow hardly reached my mind. My cock knew nothing except the warm sensation of being inside a hole. I started ramming my pole making her tits bounce along with my movements.
I felt her resistance weak and knew she needed this fuck. It was later in the morning she accepted that she was acting merely to save her chastity. Her strong sexual urge was satisfied by her husband in the early days of her marriage. He even used to hump her with their kids sleeping near them at night. She would loosen her saree pallu and raise her skirt till her knees. He would lay atop her and won’t leave her until he had emptied his last drop of cum inside her.
“Why are you making such a noise?” Her husband asked her as she kept humping her.
“It just feel so good to feel you inside me.” Ranjita spoke in between her Ohh’s and Ahh’s.
Later, he became a drunkard leaving her sexless. She managed to remain pious until this night when her pussy felt the familiar sensation of a cock sliding inside. All inhibitions abandoned her leaving only a sex starved lady at our disposal. I was still inside her feeling the warm orifice envelope me completely. I started moving to and for with her legs wrapped around my hip. She started co-operating as the guys watched with their hardons still intact.
They didn’t wait long to be serviced by our sexy maid. Alex held her face and guided himself into her mouth. She started sucking him with Abi’s lips firmly locked over her erect nipples. The night prolonged with us young studs hungry for more, her lips to be kissed, her nipples to be sucked, her pussy to be fucked, her body to satisfy our lust. We were determined to explore the sexy older female specimen till we could want no more.
We dug into her body grasping and groping at every inch of her exposed skin. She was also forced to surrender her anal virginity to us. Her moans of disapproval didn’t stop us from fucking her ass one by one. Now and then, she would utter occasional gasps or moans when we used her every hole to satisfy ourselves. It was when we all got exhausted that we let her sleep.
It didn’t last long cause we were again ravishing her beauty before the sun rose. The day dawned with us four in bed entangled in deep sexual passion that almost seemed to last forever.
“Uhh…uhhhh….” Ranjita kept gasping along with my steady humping into her.
I laid atop her my cock buried in her pussy with Alex and Abi lying on either side. They were spent after receiving a horny blow job from Ranjita.I eased myself out of her and bent lower to take her lips into a deep kiss. After a few minutes, I let her lips free when I sensed her gasping for air. It was then she admitted that she loved last night even though she showed reluctance at first.
The following days in which she worked for us, she became our unofficial wife. She had a great time satisfying her three husbands who is always eager to take her to bed. We never let her do any work peacefully because someone or the other would scoop her up to satisfy their urges. Our maid became our mistress with no place in her body left untouched by us. She was fucked in every place, in the kitchen, in the balcony, in the terrace, in the bedroom. She used to spend her weekend night’s with us when we three would make love to her together. Ranjita loves to get humped in a group with our cocks in all her holes.
Being a dutiful wife, neither she could protest when one of her husband devoured her nor when her other husband took his place between her legs as soon as one finishes off. Ranjita almost forgot her lawful husband and became completely ours for the next few years. She was spending most of her time at our home in the bedroom getting fucked by us to which she never complained.
The days and nights passed off with us taking her by turns or at the same time. Ranjita is the goddess who came across our life and left sweet memories to behold.
The End
The Last Battle
Helen Martin and Luisa Sevilla were the new up and coming stars of the Metropolitan Union of Fighting Females or the M.U.F.F., the underground, no holds barred, anything goes women’s cat fighting league.
What with their beautiful looks and sexy bodies, both Helen and Luisa took the league by storm, especially as they both possessed the necessary fighting skills to make it in the league. Lately, they have been made to compete as a team by their manager John C., and have so far won all their matches and were now the most popular duo in the league today. Thanks in no small part to another of John C.’s idea of having them wrestle barefoot and in the skimpiest of bikinis only. You can be sure that whenever the two fought, the place would be full to the rafters by fans eager not only to watch them fight, but to see their luscious bodies too in their oh so brief attires.
Despite all their success, there was trouble brewing in paradise.
Luisa and John C. had developed a relationship and where now engaged to be married. When Luisa told Helen about John C.’s proposal, her friend happily hugged her tightly, wishing her all the good fortune. Then friends then started making plans for the upcoming wedding.
That evening at the hotel they were staying in, Luisa caught Helen openly flirting with John C. She watched in the shadows as her best friend shamelessly tried to seduce her man, unabashedly offering herself to him, and telling him how much more of a woman she was than his scrawny, under developed mouse of a fiancé. ( For the information of the reading public, Luisa was not at all under developed as Helen was making her out to be. Although, admittedly, not as well endowed as Helen, who had an impressive hour glass figure of 36-24-36, Luisa’s tall svelte frame was equally magnificent, what with her well proportioned 34-23-34 figure.)
Her anger continued to boil as Luisa continued to listen to all the calumny being spread about her by her so called friend , that she was just about to step out and confront her, had not John C. took things in hand and led Helen by the shoulders to her room, where he quickly shut her in with but a chaste peck to the cheek, as a goodnight kiss. It’s a good thing Helen did not come out of her room after she was led in, otherwise she would have run smack against a seething Luisa who was about to barge into the room, had not John C. intercepted her and pulled her away.
John C. spent the whole night placating the irate Luisa, who wanted nothing better to do than to beat Helen to a pulp. John C. reminded Luisa how much money they were making now as a team, and how they should not ruin a good thing just because of some drunken stunt done by one of them. Although John C. very well knew Helen was not drunk at all when she tried to seduce him.
John C. finally managed to calm Luisa down just before dawn. He was able to have her reluctantly agree not to confront Helen about the incident and rock the boat, before they both went to sleep, spooning in his bed. For the next following days, it took all of Luisa’s self control not to smash Helen in the face. Specially as she noticed that Helen continued trying to seduce John C., whenever Luisa’s back was turned. Tension started to develop between the now former bffs (best friends forever), that raucous verbal tussles always seemed to erupt whenever they were together, which often threatened to degenerate to an all out physical match, had John C. not been there to intervene.
Things got so bad between the two that even John C. had to admit that they could no longer work as a team. However, before the break up John wanted the two to have a last match together, to allow them to make a killing before the girls went their separate ways. Both Helen and Luisa reluctantly agreed to a final match, no doubt greedily thinking about all the money they would be able to make out of it.
For the girl’s final match, John managed to pull off a coup of sorts. Despite their being relatively new in the league John C. somehow got them a match against the MUFF champions themselves, Kayla and Heather, in a total submission bout. Dubbed as “The Last Battle”, both team members must submit in order for the other team to win.The losers would then be at the mercy of the winners, to do with as they please, for two hours after the match.
When Helen and Luisa learned of the conditions of the match, they both tried to back out. Both Heather and Kayla, had the reputation of being rough and tumble certified psychos, who’s prodigious fighting ability and dirty tactics were legendary. They were also known for sadistically tearing apart their opponents, deriving much pleasure in the excruciating pain and mortifying indignities they heap on their luckless foes. John C. was only able to convince them not to pull out of the match after he explained to them how much they could be sued for in case of breach of contract.
Like true professionals, Helen and Luisa trained hard for the match, despite their wanting to tear each other’s eyes out deep down. They even came up and practice a few moves which they hoped would take their opponents by surprise. From the way they conducted themselves, one could not tell that each really wanted to fight the other more, than Heather and Kayla.
On the night of the match, John C. gave Helen a box which contained her costume. After her shower and massage, Helen opened the box to get into her suit, when she discovered that John C. wanted her to fight in this briefest of bikinis, which would barely cover her private parts and her ass not at all. Thinking to herself at how scandalously attired she would be, Helen could not suppress a shiver as she pictured herself all but naked before the appreciative audience, with all their eyes glued on her lustfully, as they continuously chanted out her name.
She was becoming quite aroused of her image and would have played with herself, had not somebody called out from the outside of her dressing room that the match was about to begin. Normally, Helen and Luisa would have shared the same dressing room. However, since their falling out, John C. decided that it would be best for them to change separately lest they get at it inside their dressing room before they even meet their opponents in the ring.
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Helen could not help but admire how stunning she looked in the bikini. Tightly hugging her bare skin, the bikini highlighted all of Helen’s naked flesh around it and made her appear even more sexy than if nude. She looked hot. Helen confidently left the room, barefoot and clad only in the bikini and stood at the entrance to the ring, waiting with ever growing excitement for her entrance to be made. As she looked around, there was still no sign of Luisa, not that she cared at all about her.
Being the challengers, Helen and Luisa’s names were called out first to fanfare music and the cheers of the crowd. The cheers grew much louder and wilder when the crowd saw Helen make her grand entrance wearing nothing but her bikini. As she had imagined they would, the crowd grew more animated and were enthusiastically chanting her name as she sauntered down to the ring, hips sensually sashaying from left to right, while her mostly exposed ass undulated to and fro. The crowd continued to cheer her on even after she stood up in the ring and came to a crescendo when Helen waved back at them, blowing out kisses. Helen impatiently waited for Luisa to make her entrance.
After several minutes had passed, Luisa finally made her appearance. Helen was surprised to see Luisa cloaked from neck to foot in a long robe as she entered the ring. Normally, John C. would have the girls enter the ring in just their fighting attires to provide the audience with a little more eye candy even before the match begins. Here, for the first time, Luisa came out all covered up, which resulted in her receiving a much more subdued greeting from the crowd.
Luisa kept her cloak on as she stood beside Helen on the ring, which provided a perfect contrast to Helen’s brazen image as she stood there only in her scandalous bikini. Helen was beginning to feel just a touch of embarrassment being (un)dressed the way she was, but this was quickly dissipated as she continued to hear her name being yelled out by the crowd as they continued to primarily gaze upon her near nudity.
A few minutes after Luisa got up on the ring, the ring announcer got into his intro to herald the arrival of the champions. To much fanfare and wild cheering, with the occasional boos and jeers, Kayla and Heather menacingly made their way towards the ring. Both women were tall solidly built women of Amazonian proportions. Standing close to six feet each, they easily dwarfed their two opponents, who looked like children beside them. The two came similarly garbed all in leather, in their favorite dominatrix inspired outfits consisting of a full leather mask, a black leather corset, tight leather panties and thigh high leather boots. In fact, you could not tell the two apart were it not for Kayla’s signature leather whip, which she always had on hand in every match, and was known to cruelly use it on her opponents.
When the bell sounded to signal the start of the match, Helen turned to Luisa to wish her luck before entering the ring. What she saw made her stop and do a double take. Instead of standing there in a similar skimpy bikini, Luisa had on underneath her cloak, a full cat woman’s costume, which fully encased her from the neck down in skin tight leather. She also had on a pair of leather gloves that reached up all the way to her elbows, as well as knee high pointed toe boots on her feet. Caught by surprise by the change in Luisa’s outfit, she almost didn’t catch the other girl give her the falsest of all smiles, just before giving her a hard, stunning slap to the face, and throwing her inside the ring. Helen landed on her back in the center of the ring, just in time to catch Heather deliver a pointed elbow right at her breast. Helen writhed on the floor in pain as Heather followed up the elbow with a series of hard kicks to her back and sides. Despite the pain, Helen managed to grab onto one of Heather’s legs as she was about to deliver a kick, and managed to bring the other woman down.
With Heather down on the mat, Helen managed to get up off the floor. Using her speed and agility, Helen managed to launch a spirited offensive, peppering her downed foe with rapid fire hard body shots and kicks. She caught sight of Kayla trying to sneak up to attack her from behind, but she managed to beat her to the punch and sent her crumpling to the mat with a well placed punch to the jaw.
As Kayla was trying to clear the cobwebs from her head, Helen sought to escape the double team by tagging her partner Luisa. However, instead of extending her own hand to the proffered hand of her partner, Luisa just ignored it and turned her eyes away from a frantic Helen, whistling merrily a happy tune.
Luisa’s deliberate ignoring of Helen allowed Kayla to fully recover and go after Helen. She caught Helen by the hair and pulled her painfully back towards her. With a cry of pain, Helen allowed herself to be pulled back towards the monster Kayla, only to lash out with her elbow towards Kayla’s jaw, catching it with an audible crack, before Kayla was forced to let go of her hair and nurse herself.
To the delight of the crowd, Helen gave a good account of herself as she successfully battled both Kayla and Heather. At one point, she was even able to wrestle Kayla’s whip from out of her hand and turn it against its owner and her partner, allowing the now rabid crowd to enjoy the anguished screams of the champions for a change.
Just as Kayla and Heather were about to beg for mercy and concede defeat, Luisa interfered again. She snuck up behind the unsuspecting Helen, who was busy scourging her two opponents to submission, and delivered a sucker punch behind her head. Before Helen could recover from that sneak attack, Luisa immediately put a sleeper hold on her, and tenaciously held on despite all efforts of Helen to free herself. Luisa’s pretty face broke out into a most evil grin as Helen’s resistance continued to grow weaker until it ceased altogether when she fell into unconsciousness.
Helen’s slumber was short lived. She woke up to a start with a well placed boot to her side. As she tried to struggle up, she noticed that her hands were tied behind her back with the very whip she had so effectively used earlier. She also noticed that she was surrounded by three leather clad figures. One smiling down at her so sickeningly innocent, while two were glaring down at her with all hatred behind leather masks.
“Wakey . . .wakey Helen” said the smiling Luisa, her supposed partner and one time bff. “We don’t want you to miss what’s coming, bitch.” Luisa spat down at the bound Helen.
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Taking that as their signal, Helen’s two opponents then stepped forward and rained kicks down on the helpless almost naked girl. They kicked her savagely on the ribs, sides , stomach and thighs and even repeatedly stomped down hard on her boobs and pussy. Helen could only shriek out for mercy and pain, which just got drowned out by the cheers of the unruly crowd who now, in a complete 180 degree turn, now lusted after Helen’s blood and savored the view of her getting beaten up.
After tiring of just kicking Helen, Heather pulled her up by the hair and held her by her pinioned arms as Kayla peppered Helen with hard body shots and occasional punches to the jaw, as payback for the pain dealt out to her by Helen earlier. Not content with the pain she was causing Helen, Kayla sought to embarrass Helen more by stripping her of both pieces of her bikini, leaving the poor Helen completely naked and exposed to the now uproarious crowd, now close to rioting at the first sight of Helen’s nakedness.
Being all tied and held up by Heather, Helen could not prevent her further torture by the vindictive Kayla, who could not forget nor forgive her almost submitting to an opponent for the very first time. She gleefully pinched both of Helen’s nipples at the same time, and cruelly pulled them out as far as they would go, turning them like radio dials to the accompaniment of Helen’s screams. She also enjoyed pulling all of Helen’s pubic hair out by the roots, and jamming them down her throat by the handful.
As Helen started to gag on the strands of hair caught in her throat, Kayla gently allowed her to spit them out unto her ruined bikini. Then, in a move belying her earlier kindness, she savagely kneed Helen in the groin, driving her knee deep into Helen’s exposed pussy.
Almost blacking out from the pain, Helen felt her arms being released behind her. Fearing that she would now be unmercifully whipped, Helen feebly called out her surrender, hoping to end this debacle. However, instead of having its desired effect, Helen’s cry of submission only elicited loud derisive laughter from Luisa.
“You stupid cunt, do you think your giving up will stop the fight?” She asked Helen in all innocence. “Don’t you remember, both of us have to submit before the fight may end, and I don’t think I will be doing any surrendering any time soon.” Luisa continued to gloat down at the naked woman by her feet, who only now started to realize the perilous situation she was in.
Both Kayla and Heather chuckled evilly beneath their masks as they reached down to Helen, with the whip ensconced in Kayla’s grip. However, instead of finding herself being whipped like a dog, Helen found herself laid flat on her back with both arms outstretched overhead by Heather, and Kayla slowly rubbing the bulbous end of the whip along Helen’s exposed skin, while crouched between the vee of her spread legs.
As Kayla was slowly and almost gently rubbing the whip along Helen’s exposed skin, Helen started getting tingle as the leather came closer and closer to her pussy. Trying her best to fight back her growing arousal, her resolve inevitably lost out as the bulbous end of the whip penetrated her labial lips, and rhythmically saw itself in and out of her well lubricated hole, to her utmost pleasure.
As Kayla was expertly masturbating Helen with the whip, she had Heather let go of her arms. She then purred at Helen to start touching herself and make herself cumm, which the naked woman proceeded to do as she slowly caressed her own boobs deeply with one hand, and feverishly frigged on her engorged clitoris with the other.
Suddenly, in front of the now silenced audience Helen came to an earth shattering climax, thanks to Kayla’s fucking her with the leather whip and by her own hands. However, before Helen could bask in the post coital afterglow of her orgasm, she was immediately attacked by all three women, who started kicking, punching and whipping the naked woman at their feet, who could only cover up and cry piteously.
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For the next thirty minutes or so, her tormentors subjected Helen to both pain and pleasure, alternating beating up and fondling her tortured body. In no time at all, Helen was reduced to a sweaty, quivering lump of flesh, incoherently begging for mercy and for Luisa to submit too.
On a sign from Luisa the two masked women stopped their ministrations of Helen just as she was about to cumm for the umphteened time that night. Luisa stepped down from the ring and returned with a sheaf of papers in her hand which she dropped beside the naked woman, and telling Helen to sign them if she wants her submission.
Knowing she had no other choice, Helen took the pen thrown at her and signed the papers with her right hand while she wiped away her tears with the left. It was only after Helen signed all the papers that she was smugly told by Luisa, that she had just signed over her share of the prize money to Luisa, as well as all her bank accounts and wordly possession. She now only owned the clothes of her back.
Luisa just loved the look of horror that descended on Helen’s tear streaked face at the realization that she had been reduced to penury. Being true to her word, she faced both Kayla and Heather and quickly said the words “I quit” so as not to prolong Helen’s agony.
Immediately after Luisa said those fateful words, the bell rang out to signal the end of the fight. After the winners arms were raised, Helen was gently picked up by a league official, still naked and turned over to the victors. For the next two hours her pitiful screams of pain and anguish rang out, as Kayla and Heather sadistically had their way with her, sometimes even overcoming the roar of the appreciative crowd, none of whom had left yet.
A solitary figure did leave the ring though just as the bell sounded. Luisa made her exit unnoticed from the ring as every one’s attention were riveted on the naked Helen, and picked up her cloak. She then proceeded to Helen’s dressing room where she packed all of Helen’s stuff in her bag, taking it along with her as she went into her own dressing room to change. Once showered and changed, Luisa left the colosseum were the match was held, still ringing with the echoes of Helen’s shrieks. She found a dumpster close by the exit and promptly threw Helen’s bag in, complete with all her clothes. When she got back to their hotel, she quickly emptied Helen’s rooms of all her clothing and stuff and had them packed and ready to be picked up within the hour by some humanitarian aid organization for distribution to displaced refugees in the Sudan. Helen’s face broke up into a cruel smile when she realized, that Helen now had absolutely nothing, not even the clothes off her back.
Having taken care of Helen’s stuff, Luisa checked out of the hotel, paying in full her and John C.’s bill, but leaving Helen’s unpaid.
She taxied over to another hotel where she and John C. had checked in earlier and waited for the arrival of her lover who was still in the colosseum, busily filming Helen’s ignominy at the hands of Kayla and Heather (in fact he had even filmed the entire fight from Helen’s dramatic entrance up to her being handed over to the winners, all naked and crying in hysterics), greedily thinking of all the money he and Luisa would make from the video, which would more than make up for the breaking up of the team. So much even, that Luisa need not fight anymore, ever again.
Needless to say Helen was not invited to the wedding.
She simply vanished into the air after her last battle, never seen nor heard from again. Not that the couple cared or gave a hoot what may have happened to her.
The End
Airport Anticipation
I’m waiting at the airport for you to arrive. As I stand near the windows watching the plane land and then taxi towards the terminal I think back to our last chat online. I was telling you how I was going to slowly and teasingly lick and suck on your hard cock. I was going to softly run my finger along the ridged length of you, then do the same with my tongue. I was going to tickle to eye of your throbbing monster, before run my tongue around the head and then taking it deep in to my mouth. Your fingers dived into my hair, trying to pull my mouth down the whole length of you.
I can feel myself start to throb and become very wet. I turn around and go sit down on the hard plastic seats. I shift around a bit and grind my hot pussy onto the seat. My eyes drift shut a little as I continue to grind my hard clit, enjoying the sensations working their way through my body. I start trembling as I near my orgasm, biting my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. I gasp as the PA system announces the arrival of your flight. I watch as people disembark from the plane. I spot you and a grin spreads across my flushed face.
I stand up and grab my hand bag. I look back down at the seat and see it glistening with my pussy juices. I turn away from the seats and walk up to greet you at the gate. You see me and walk towards me. “Hello, I am so glad you are here”. You smile down at me and then wrap your hands around my arms and pull me towards you and kiss me deeply. Your tongue diving in my mouth as I gasp. I raise my arms and wrap them around your neck, pressing myself against you. I touch your tongue with mine, moaning from the pleasure of our kiss. My breasts swell and my hard nipples press against your chest.
I feel your right hand slide from my arm to my breast and you pinch my nipple, making me whimper into your mouth. As I press firmer against you I feel your hard cock against my belly. I slide my hands down to your chest and push against you to break us apart. “I think we better cool it until we are at the hotel or otherwise they are going to kick us out of the airport,” I chuckle. I look around us and see a variety of looks from other passengers and their friend’s and relatives. You lower your head to my ear and gently blow in it, then quietly tell me “I want to fuck you so bad, so hard.” I tremble as your warm breath blows gently at my ear.
Just before you move away from me you close your lips over my ear lobe, and gently nip at it, making me gasp. I take a step away from you and pick up my bag, which I had dropped when you started to kiss me. “Let’s go collect your bags,” I say huskily, clearing my throat. We walk to the bag carousel and I ask you how your trip was. You respond by telling me about all the things that you were thinking of us doing. I flush as I get wetter and hotter. We grab your gear and head out to the taxi rank and jump in the first available taxi.
I tell the taxi driver where to go and we sit in the back seat. I place my hand on your chest, feeling the thud of your heart. I move my fingers towards the buttons on your shirt and open one of them, slipping my fingers in to touch your skin. You slide your hand up my leg, along my thigh and under my skirt. I gasp at your touch. I look in your eyes and see the gleam of mischief in them. A slow smile curves your lips as your hand travels further under my skirt. I shift slightly to allow you better access.
Your gaze moves to the rear view mirror to see if the driver is taking any notice. You look back at me and see my eyes have closed. You tell me to open them and look at you, I oblige. I can feel your fingers so close to my hot throbbing cunt and you know I want you to touch me, but you hold back. Your other hand travels up to my breasts, pinching the already hard nipples. I bite my lip at the pleasure/pain that you invoked in me. I arch my back into your hand as you pinch my nipple again.
Just as we near the hotel you slide your hand fully up and find my hot, soaking wet cunt. You run a finger over the smooth skin, then down along my lips, pressing in a bit. You lean towards me and whisper in my ear that you are happy that I have followed your orders and wore no bra or panties. I tremble as you press your finger deeper, then sliding it down further and thrusting it into me. I moan and press down on your hand, wriggling a bit. “Whoa up there baby, not yet, I don’t want you to cum yet,” you say.
As the taxi stops at the hotel you pull your hand out from between my legs and I whimper. We get out of the taxi and head to reception to check in. We take the key and climb into the elevator to take us to our floor. The trip is over quickly and we find our room, enter and put your bags out of the way. I start to look around the room, checking everything out. You ask me what I’m doing. I turn around and apologise. “Get over here, you can explore the room later,” you tell me.
I walk over to you and run my hands up your belly, over your chest and shoulders to slide my fingers into the hair at your nape. I pull your head down towards mine. I run my tongue along your bottom lip, then take it between mine and suck on it gently. I let go of your lip to kiss you fully, running the tip of my tongue along the seam of your lips. I press against them and slip my tongue into your mouth. I touch your tongue tentatively, exploring.
I slide my hands back down over your shoulders, down to your chest. I kiss along your jaw as I start to slowly, teasingly open the buttons on your shirt. I reach your ear with my lips and flick my tongue out and touch your lobe, wetting it slightly. I blow softly into your ear and feel a shudder course through you. Your shirt is all but undone. I gently rake my nails over your belly, swirling a finger around your navel then walking my fingers back up to touch your nipples.
I kiss down your neck and along your right shoulder. I bite you gently, then lick it to soothe. I undo the last button on your shirt and push it down your arms so it pools on the floor behind you. I run my flat hands over your whole chest, my fingers exploring, teasing in their soft touch. I lick my lips and then bring my mouth to your left nipple, swirling my tongue around it, feeling it harden. I close my teeth on it gently, nipping it softly, then licking it again. I kiss my way across your chest and repeat the action. I feel your hands move to rest on my hips.
I slide a hand down your belly, feeling your muscles jump under it. I run my fingers around the waist band of your jeans, dipping a finger beneath the waist band. I want to see more of you so I release the zip and button on your jeans. I could already see you straining against the tight denim, but I desperately want to feel the hot hard length of you in my hands. I push the denim down over your hips, taking your shorts with them. I drop to my knees to pull them off your feet.
I look up and see your cock, gasping as I see it curved to your belly. I lift a hand to touch it, still amazed at the size of it. I raise myself up on my knees a bit and run my finger along the ridges of your cock. I lean forward to place a kiss on the tip, slipping my tongue out to touch it, taste you, tease you. I open my lips a bit and slip my mouth down over your knob, moving my tongue over it. I moan at the taste, the feel of your cock in my mouth. I take you a little deeper, loving every second of this.
I reach up with my other hand and cup your balls. I take your cock deeper into my mouth, until I gag a bit. I hear your breathing hitch as my throat contracts on the tip of your cock. “Oh, yes, bitch, gag on my cock,” you murmur. You move your hips a bit as I move my mouth on you, making slow thrusts into my mouth. I squeeze your balls, which had been sitting in my hand. I roll them around on my palm before moving my fingers towards your ass. Using my index finger I press against your asshole.
I drop my hand down to between my legs and dip my fingers into my pussy, moaning around your shaft. I raise my hand to your ass again. This time as I push my finger against your asshole it slips in easily. I move my mouth up to your tip and swirl my tongue over it then tickle your cock’s eye. As I slip my finger deeper into you I take your cock deep into my mouth again. I slide my mouth up and down your cock at a steady rate, mimicking the action with my finger in your ass. “Fuck yes, like that,” you groan.
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You thrust your fingers into my long hair and dig your fingers into my scalp. You start to move my head with your hands, making the pace faster. “God damn, fuck yes don’t stop. I’m going to fill your mouth with my cream.” I press my finger against your back wall and you lose it, shooting your load into my mouth. The load is so big it starts to dribble out the corners of my mouth. You look down to see me licking my lips, catching the rest of your cum that escaped from my mouth. “Good, baby?” you ask.
I get to my feet and stretch. “Wanna have a taste for yourself?” I ask you. I lean in and kiss you, thrusting my tongue into your mouth. Our tongues move together, moving from my mouth to yours. I moan and press myself against you. You break the kiss and turn me around so my back is to you. You move my hair aside and kiss my neck. I sigh and tilt my head to give you better access. Your hands move from my hips, one sliding up my belly to my breasts. You pinch my nipples through my top, making me whimper. “Please baby, I need to cum soon”, I moan. You slide your other hand down towards my cunt. You growl in my ear, sending a shiver through my body.
You move your hands to the hem of my top and pull it over my head, exposing my breasts. I moan as you cover my breasts with your hands, squeezing and kneading them. You turn me around to face you again. You kiss me deeply again before sliding your tongue down my neck to flick over my nipples. I gasp and thread my fingers into your hair, pulling you closer to my tits. I moan as you start to suck on my nipples. Sucking hard on one before kissing your way across to the other to give it some attention.
You lower yourself to the floor, kissing my soft belly on your way down. Your fingers tickle me as they slide softly over my sides, the catch my skirt, dragging it down over my hips and down my legs as you rest on your knees. I look down to see you staring straight at my bald pussy. You slide your hands back up my legs, moving them to the backs of thighs. Grabbing my legs just below my arse, you tell me with your hands to shift and spread my legs a bit. As I do I step out of my skirt, kicking it across the floor.
I feel your hands move to my arse cheeks and you start to knead them, pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. I whimper as you massage my cheeks. I continue to look down at your head, watching, wondering what your next move is. My fingers travel to my nipples and start to pinch and pull at them. You move your head ever so close to my dripping pussy. “Please,” I plead to you. You finally shift close enough to run your tongue around the edge of my lips.
I spear my fingers into your hair and try to drag your mouth closer to my hot honey pot. “Please, don’t tease me, taste me now,” I beg you. But you stop my pulling hands. You look up at me and I whimper at the fire in your eyes. You drop your eyes back to my pussy and dive your tongue straight in my pussy. You hit my clit with the tip of your tongue, the slide it down to my entrance and rim it. My legs start to buckle from the intense pleasure. You reach up to guide me to the floor.
As I lay back on the carpet you continue with your explorations of my juicy pussy. My moans are filling the room, my head is tossing on the floor as I near orgasm. You can sense I’m almost ready to cum and you stop. You raise your head to look at me with lust filled eyes. You watch as I knead my breasts harder, pulling hard on my nipples. You lower your mouth toward my clit and give a couple of teasing flicks. You stop again and I groan in frustration. “Plea…,” I break off and scream as you thrust 2 fingers deep into me and finger fuck me hard and fast while your lips close over my clit and suck hard.
As you continue to suck my clit you hit my g-spot with your fingers and rub it furiously. I buck up on your face and start to squirt all over your face. You remove your fingers and shift your mouth to try and catch as much as my cum as you can. Afterwards I lay on the floor, still shuddering as my orgasm subsidies. You go to the bathroom and grab a towel to mop up the juices the dripped off your face.
After laying on the floor for about 10 minutes I finally manage to sit up and with your help, get up on the bed. We lay side by side on the bed and you ask me how I’m going, if I’m ok. I look at you and tell you I’m great. I look down and see your cock is hard. I shift suddenly and straddle your hips. I lean forward, my breasts and hair hanging down in your face. “You ready to feel your hot, hard, throbbing cock in my sweet pussy?”
You answer by grabbing my hips and shifting me until you feel your tip at my entrance. You tell me to look into your eyes and I do. As I look into your eyes you thrust deep into me. I arch my back, taking you deeper. “Oh my god, you feel good in me,” I murmur as I wriggle on you, feeling how deep you are. I slowly lift myself, then slide back down. Taking long, slow strokes, tormenting you. I reach behind me and cup your balls and jiggle them. I decide to experiment while sitting on you. I grind my hips hard down on yours, then rotate my hips.
I gasp as my swollen clit rubs against your pubic bone. I decide that since I liked that I would continue to do it. You watch my face, seeing the pleasure ripple across my features. You start to buck a little under me, becoming restless with my slow pace. You roll over, taking me with you. You start to thrust hard into me. I moan with each hard thrust you deal me, but you know I’m not complaining. I shift my legs, raising them high on your hips and wrap them around you.
I grab the bed head to steady myself as you increase your hard pounding. “Yes, baby, pound me like that,” I tell you. I feel myself getting closer and closer to coming again, so I thrust my hips hard into yours. Short screams of ecstasy escaping my throat. You shift and grab my hips, slamming impossibly harder into. I cant stand it anymore, “YES!! YES!! Fuck me, I’m coming!!,” I scream. I buck under you, my body wracked with shudder of pure pleasure. I feel you tensing as your orgasm hits. You cry out hoarsely as you start to shoot your hot cum into my pussy. You pull out as you continue to cum and spray the rest of it onto my belly and pussy.
The End
I Think
I simply think of you, and suddenly I am hard.
I think of the college lecture hall where I first met you, of bending you over the large table at the front of the hall and teaching the assembled pre-med students about a very different type of biology…
I think of binding you, rendering you immobile between the tall pillars, your body vulnerable and unprotected, keeping you on display, your face reddened with embarrassment as you serve as artwork in a museum of kink…
I think of plunging into your ass, pinning you to the floor, My hands clenching yours as I enjoy your tightness, breathing hard into your ear, My eventual orgasm causing Me to jerk and spasm roughly upon you as My cum surges along My length and shoots deep into you…
I think of My teeth grinding a nipple, the pain coursing through your breast, through your chest, through your entire being, sending a flurry of throbbing signals directly to your clitoris as you thrash about and endure the torture because of the bonds which hold you firmly to the bed…
I think of the desperation in your eyes as you moan loudly around the penis gag, holding a powerful vibrator to your clit as you rape yourself with a massive dildo, visually pleading for permission to cum while I straddle your chest and slowly stroke My thick length directly over your face…
I think of the myriad raised lines of red across your ass and the back of your thighs, the bamboo cane having performed marvelously in its infliction of pain…
I think of the wet grip of your body as you hunger to pull Me ever deeper inside you while your hands claw at My back as ecstasy overwhelms your senses…
I think of seizing you, pinning you to the wall of a darkened alleyway, mauling your tiny body, kissing you roughly to silence you, capturing your wrists against the dirty bricks at either side of your head, My hardness unmistakable against you, your breasts crushed against Me as My knee forces itself between your thighs and presses harshly against your sex, your body moving against Me as you participate in your own impending semi-public plunder…
I think of your distress as your mouth is agape, precious little air flowing in or out, your hands firmly gripping My wrists, gazing up at Me in complete vulnerability, your chest heaving uselessly as I hold taut the wide sash which has been wrapped repeatedly around your thin neck…
I think of you wearing only a wide leather collar, bound and blindfolded upon a horse, your own weight torturing your vulnerable pussy, the thick rope forming a chest harness which is secured to the bolt in the ceiling to ensure you remain fully upright, the ball and chain attached to each ankle adding to your pain, the weighted clamps on your nipples adding to your agony, the battery-powered pistoning penis gag raping your mouth as you suffer for Me, continually trying to find a less-hurtful position upon the horse but finding your hopeful efforts futile as I sit in a nearby chair and stroke myself to the sight and the muted sounds of your anguish…
I think of your lips, painted heavily in black, stretched around My thick length and leaving Me marked with a noticeable black ring indicating the maximum depth at which you can comfortably allow Me into your dainty mouth…
I think of having you naked, bound to the bedposts, pushing yet another ice cube into your body even as you squirm and squeal due to the flashes of cold emanating outward from the other ice cubes already churning inside you…
I think of being gentle with you, slowly undressing you, kissing your flesh as it is revealed to My gaze, of lulling you into an evening of calm romance, but then suddenly pressing you to the wall, grabbing a nearby paddle, and beating your ass, making you grunt and squeal and even scream from the sudden and unrelenting onslaught of pain…
I think of the early-morning thunderstorm, the hard rain pelting the roof and the windows, providing a nice aural backdrop as I spoon with you, pressing into you in the near-total darkness…
I think of you straddling My thighs as I lean back on the sofa, your arms around Me in a tight hug, grunting into My ear as I spank you with both hands…
I think of the many ways – sexual and otherwise – in which you serve Me, demonstrate your love to Me, and My appreciation and admiration and love for you increases exponentially.
The End
Make Me
Zoë lay on her side of the double bed, next to George. He had his one arm wrapped underneath her, with her head nestled on his chest. She was only wearing a top and some panties and he was in his underwear. The television was on, they had taken out a movie and this was now somewhere in the middle. Zoë had lost track of it ages ago. She was staring at the screen unseeingly, thinking about George and her. Occasionally, George would absent-mindedly fondle her breasts. She wished he would stop, he was making her horny, and by the look of it he was in a tired lazy mood, he would not follow through on it. She sighed, thinking of her beautiful collar. He did not put it on her for a while. She wondered whether he was growing tired of being her Sir, and quickly pushed the thought out of her mind.
He looked at her quizzically when he heard her sigh. She smiled at him and pretended to continue watching the movie. He squeezed her nipples one after the other, making her rate of breathing increase. She silently cursed him, he knew how this turned her on. When she did not show any other sign of reaction he twisted them harder. Zoë gave an altogether different sigh as she slightly arched her back to let her chest meet his hands with more pressure. Pleased at her movement he again moved his attention back to the TV screen, but didn’t stop to pinch and pull at her nipples, sometimes pinching at the flesh all over her breasts and stomach.
Zoë closed her eyes and let the little sensations excite her. Her pussy had been wet ten minutes into the film, and now it was getting wetter. Her breathing became louder as he idly toyed with her. Without noticing it, Zoë started to rhythmically move her hips, rubbing against George’s leg. He looked at her again, smiling this time.
“Are you horny again?” he asked, amused. She didn’t answer. He chuckled but continued to watch the film, leaving Zoë feeling very unimportant and very unsatisfied.
After another couple of minutes of this slow torture Zoë let her fingers creep to her pussy, glancing at George. He felt her looking at him rather than seeing her hand movement, and he chuckled again. He rolled half over her, so he could put his leg between Zoë’s, pushing his hard against her pussy. She groaned, enjoying the pressure there. She started a slow hump against his leg, rubbing herself against him, and getting hornier by the second. He was still pinching her nipples and watching the film. Zoë could not help feeling disappointed. She knew she could come like this if she worked hard for it, but she could do that with a pillow at home. She tried pushing the thought away and tried reaching release. She couldn’t get her mind in it, and just felt more frustrated after a while.
George sensed this and for the first time the evening gave her his full attention.
“Come on, you whore,” he whispered in her ear. The words that usually spurred her on just scalded her this time. He did make her act like a whore. That is what they both liked. The dirty words were almost too real for her tonight. They angered her. They belonged to one world and lately he had them playing in another. He could not mix it any way he liked. He knew she needed more.
“Work your cunt, slut. Come! That is what it was made for!” he continued in a harsh whisper. Once more she tried getting away from the negative thoughts in her mind and put some extra energy into riding his leg.
“You were made to fuck, so fuck,” he said. Zoë’s eyes flew open, and could feel the anger bubbling to the surface. She stopped abruptly, and while breathing heavily said, “Make me, you fucking bastard!” She tried pushing him off her chest, swinging her legs out from under him. A smile flickered on George’s lips again. He rolled on top of her, crushing her with his weight. Zoë dropped her arms next to her, she knew they were useless, and tried to push him off her with her legs, which were much stronger.
They started a vigorous wrestling match. A couple of times Zoë almost succeeded in dislodging George, but he always stayed on top of her. After a while she tried a new tactic. She tried crawling out underneath him by sliding off the edge of the bed. She succeeded in slumping to the floor in such a position that her legs were splayed obscenely in the air, the edge the bed just below her buttocks. She had to hold her weight with her arms, and George was sitting on one of her legs.
“Excellent position,” he remarked. He pushed down her top over her tits and twisted both her nipples harder than he had all evening, and started rubbing her clit through the lacy material of her panties. For a second Zoë forgot herself and enjoyed the situation, but then she twisted like a snake and fell to the floor. She was on her hands and knees, and tried to get up as quick as she could, but George was faster. He had wrapped his hands in her hair and savagely pulled her back down to the floor, into a kneeling position. She cried out and her hands shot up, trying to untangle his painful grip on her to no avail. While she struggled, he removed his underpants with one hand so quickly that she barely had time to realize.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled her to him. His cock fully erect and he started stroking himself rapidly as he pulled her face towards him. She knew what he wanted, but refused and tried pulling away. He grunted and forced her mouth around his cock, gripping her head and fucked her fiercely. In that instance all Zoë’s resistance crumbled and she started sucking him, trying to keep up with his pace. He moaned appreciatively and soon shot burst after burst of his pearly white semen into her mouth. She swallowed it and let her head fall into his lap. They were both sweaty and had racing breaths.
They sat like this in silence, him stroking her head softly for what seemed like a lifetime for Zoë. She could not explain why she now felt so fulfilled, kneeling at his feet, the taste of him in her mouth. She did not know why the little token of him stroking her hair was so special and so right at the moment. She was still very horny, but it no longer mattered to her that she had not come yet.
George stirred, and when she made to move he stopped her with a hand. He left her kneeling as he moved towards the cupboard. He took out a towel.
“I am going to take a quick shower,” he stated. “When I get back I want you completely naked, and I want you to present your collar to me.” He left the room.
Zoë complied quickly, leaving her with a lot of time think over what just happened. She flushed when she remembered what she had called him and the anger that she felt, but could also not help thinking about how much the wrestle had turned both of them on. How would she explain it to George if he should ask her? Did he even notice that she had been angry, or did he just see it as a game, a little play?
Lost in her reverie she almost did not hear him come back in, but as the door clicked shut, she corrected her posture. George found her kneeling where he had left her, facing the bed, back straight, head lowered. Her hands rested palm up on each of her thighs. In front of her, on the bed, lay her collar.
He fiddled about for a while and then approached her. He briefly caressed her cheek.
“Stand up,” he said softly. When she was standing her lightly turned her and pressed in the small of her back, indicating that he wanted her to walk. He continued this light pressure until she was against the wall.
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