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Ivana had heard Matthew say something, but didn't quite catch it. Knowing what she did about youth- even seniors, things not said loudly enough were best left unsaid. If she pushed him for an answer, she was likely to push him away instead. Ivana was at a loss as to what her next move could be. She reflexively squeezed her hands on the boy's thighs as a method of getting her brain to work as well as trying to calm him. What she found was that it wasn't calming him at all---quite the opposite! Nurse Ivana's brow furrowed as she gripped something odd. The woman looked down to figure out why Matthew had some odd, hard part of his body running down his thigh. She followed the hard, throbbing thing down until it ended somewhere above his knee. Before she was able to surmise what it was, she'd followed it back up with her hand until its beginning at the center of his crotch. Her eyes widened, accompanied by her jaw falling open. She stood, staring at the outline of easily one of the biggest dicks she'd ever encountered. Suddenly the answer to both their problems arose.

Ivana gave a wicked, yet reassuring, smile. She let her hands slip away as she walked around the examination table and behind Matthew. He'd feel her immense bust push up into his back as she leaned forward. Her soft hands flipped around his sides and back over his thighs, this time a little more sensually than before. Her breath came hot in his ear as she asked to confirm a theory of hers. "Matthew... is this what's got you so nervous? Are you having... issues with this in classes?" When she said the word 'this', one of her hands took hold of his cock again outside his pants. She took a firm grip and began to stroke it slowly, giving a quiet moan of need.

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Matthew was literally sweating as he tried to think of something, anything that would get rid of the erection that was starting. But it was like nothing could get past the vision of twenty pounds of tits in a ten pound bag. The dress the nurse had on might as well have been a Halloween costume... no, he was pretty sure it was a Halloween costume! None of that mattered at the moment, though, because as the blood forced its way down, his cock filled out to the point where she would start to notice, no matter how much praying he tried!

And right on schedule. He could tell by her wandering hand that the nurse managed to noticed his problem, though instead of screaming in horror or for a principal, she moved around him, and was suddenly at his back. His cock pulsed mightily as his back felt the softness of her breasts behind him. Even with clothes, having her lean against him was amazing! And when she spoke... he could feel himself melt like microwaved butter. As her hands dragged against his covered thighs, then gripped the outline of young dick still trapped in his pants, she asked him if that was his problem with his classes, and he could only reply with a nod as he bit his bottom lip.

Agonizingly slow strokes would torture him as he spoke "I can usually get a moment to... you know, take care of it in the morning, but by time gym comes around I'm back to full sensitivity, and I have gym with half the cheer squad playing volleyball... or running... I'm shot. I can't run around like that without finding a place to... take care of it before gym!" He huffed and leaned back against her more. It was nice to have a feeling like he was being supported, even if she was just using the moment to reach around for him cock. It's not like he had busty nurses falling out of the sky, or something!

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"Oh, you poor dear! Well, I wouldn't be doing my job if I let a student walk the school with medical issues like this. Maybe you need some help from more than just your own hands working it off." Ivana reached her other hand around, surrounding Matthew with her lithe arms while her bust pressed further into his back. She let her hot breath wash over his head while she set to work undoing his pants. The woman jumped when Matthew's huge cock suddenly sprang free. It was easily eight or nine inches, and that was just from where she could see over his shoulder! "Oh, my.. You're quite gifted, aren't you, Matthew?" The nurse giggled a big and began sliding her fingers around his girth.

"MMmmmm, how does that feel, sweetie?" She stroked him from base to tip, slowly and firmly. Her other hand sank to gently pull out his huge balls, massaging them and rolling them around in palm. "No wonder you're in such need! Look at the size of these! You must have enough for three guys in here." Ivana dropped her head and began to kiss along Matthew's neck. She stroked a little faster, nibbling his ear as she worked. As long as she kept it up, he'd be relieved in no time! That left other times during school he'd need a hand, though. Or maybe more than a hand...

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It was all a little much for the inexperienced Matthew. The biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen suddenly pressed against him while the nurse pulled him free from behind. He was barely hanging on to anything that could be deemed coherent thought, but once she speak into his neck. Once that hot breath danced across the poor boy's skin, he was all but putty in her hands. Well, he was putty, but his cock was like a hot rod with a pulse."F... feels good, m'am. Really good..." He had found himself leaning back against her as she then freed his achingly full balls. "I... I jerked off this morning, but it just... keeps coming back so fast..."

He sounded sad, like it was some curse that he'd never get rid of. But she kept stroking, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for long. "W-wait! I don't wanna, ugh! Oh! Oh god! Hnnnnng!" He was going to say that he didn't want to cum there, because there was a reason he jerked off in the shower. The blast of cum was fired like a bullet, arching a thick stream after it, before another... and another. All the while it dribbled from his head and down the veined shaft, before another few pulses pumped messy spray up and out, getting some on the both of them "Oh god... I'm so sorry!"

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To say Nurse Ivana was impressed with the young man's full, erect size would be a vast understatement. She'd been with full grown men over six feet tall bearing smaller dicks than Matthew! It only made her need to satisfy him grow exponentially. She worked his dick up and down, enjoying the smooth shaft and hot, throbbing veins across it. She massaged his balls a bit longer, then moved her hand up and under his shirt. Along with her steadily increasing stroke speed and kisses over his sensitive neck, Ivana ran her fingers up Matthew's young chest. She felt his tight muscles and rubbed them, half wishing they were in a more private space so she could experience all of him for herself.

Ivana's daydream ceased immediately when she heard the young man cry out. She opened her eyes to see a violent eruption of cum fire into the air. She pretty much expected that, but not the volume of seed he was capable of ejecting! Towers of semen were erected and fell again and again. Though he was making an absolute mess of her office, his own chest, and even her face, she refused to stop working his dick. "Oh, my!! Look at that!! Oh, yyyyesssss, Matthew! Cum for Nurse Ivana!" She opened her mouth, taking in a few strands of sperm to taste and drink. She hoped the next time this happened, Matthew would relieve himself over her tongue instead.

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Matthew was huffing from the sheer tide of emotions that washed over him from cumming, and he could see the mess he'd made "Oh wow... oh no... I'm sorry nurse, let me help clean this up for you!" He slowly pushed himself off, the softer cock dangling one last drop of cum that fell to the floor before he could cup and put the monster away "That's why I use the shower... I learned the hard way..." He just grabbed paper towels and wet them some before he got to work wiping. He was like a boy possessed, and experienced in the ways of cleaning his own mess. "If... well... I feel a lot better, and I can look at you without immediately catching a raging boner! Thanks so much!"

He smiled gratefully at the nurse and got back to wiping "You know... if there's a chance I could come here mid day... after lunch, but before gym. I could come here to just... knock the edge off, and I could go to gym and maybe not feel like a total dork." he wiped and then felt his jaw drop "Uh, uh, wait... I didn't mean for you to do this every time... I could just use the shower here? That would work, right?" He dumped another clump of paper towels in the trash and looked around "Uhhh... speaking of showers... you may want to use one, ma'am..." He'd noticed a good glob hit her square. He bet it was that last shot... that one always tended to spray!


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Yvette felt her cheeks flush when she saw the head of Amelia's cock press between her thighs. She never got the chance to measure it up against her stomach, however. When the knight pulled back, she didn't push it forward again. The heat left Yvette's thighs, but she decided to be patient for a moment---just a moment---while the human clumsily fumbled about. A soft gasp escaped her when she felt the head pressing against her pink, virginal slit. Yvette shivered as Amelia rubbed and teased. It was as close as she could ever be to a cock without going too far. Well, this was much too far, really, but... _I'm going in._

"What?" Yvette's head snapped up and she glared back over her shoulder. Before she could protest or pull away, Amelia thrust, forcing her way in. A pained cry filled the tent, followed quickly by barked orders, "No! Stop!" Yvette reached back and shoved against the knight, but even the slightest movement hurt. She couldn't pull herself off of the knight's cock without sending a shock of pain through her body, so instead, she froze, glaring furiously back to Amelia. "Idiot knave," she cursed. "What do you think you're doing!? I told you before that this was off limits!" Yvette barred her teeth at Amelia, nearing a loss of words for the human's mindless insolence. "Do you not understand anything!?" She could not wrap her head around Amelia. The hell was going through her head!?

"Enough," she growled, pushing against Amelia once more in order to leverage herself off of the cock. It still hurt, but the pain was fading, and something else surged to the surface. Yvette faltered, quivering around the cock that split her, even as a thin line of blood-tinged slick trickled down to her clit.

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Oh my goodness, Yvette was so damn tight! She had only managed to push in an inch or two past the now broken barrier of Yvette's hymen, leaving Amelia with still a good 7 or 8 inches out, not that it mattered to her so much as it was still a sensation she had never thought she'd get to feel with another woman. Human or otherwise. Looking down at it too, she could see how the vagina just stretched apart, clinging down onto her shaft where it squeezed her, the slick feeling around her cock from Yvette's inner walls and the mix of blood and juices trickling between the gap and out of the vagina ever so slightly. She was going to relish the feel of it and maybe even go further with it.

If it wasn't for the insufferable Princess starting up her ridiculous antics again and making Amelia groan in discomfort with the rough movements while her cock was still wedged inside her.

"H-hey! Stop m-moving around!" Amelia barked at the Princess with a glare, watching as the latter was flipping out on her about this being off limits and attempting to push against her lower stomach with her feeble efforts. But, because Amelia wasn't about to loose the one thing she just started to feel around her male appendage, she held into Yvette's hips with a strong enough grip to keep herself in place, even going as far as to only make her push herself in further. Her thick human cock penetrating deeper into the depths as they struggle commenced, inch after inch she could feel herself forcing the tight fit of the vagina give way to her cock that was assisted with the natural lubrication of Yvette's heat. And, when Amelia had reached about 6 inches of her cock inside the Princess in the forbidden act of sexual desire, she was inside with over half her length and the tip of hers feeling the deep entrance of something limiting her advances. She had reached the cervix. There was no more room for her.

But this was all fine for the Knight, her cock twitching with the excitement to feel another woman around it, Amelia herself grunting as she had pushed herself inside more before she let go of Yvette's furred hip and ceased the wrist belonging to Yvette in order to stop her from pushing each other away. Her tone making it clear she was not pleased herself, layered with her underlining perverse intentions "S-shut up, Bun-bun. I know what I'm doing! So quit your squirming and maybe it won't feel so bad. Geeze, can't you tell I'm trying to make us feel better? Besides, I couldn't help it, OK? I've never had this chance before and I don't think it'll come again. Plus you... you felt kind of good. It'll only be for a moment anyway, so stop making such a scene about it. What's the worst that could happen?"

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Against her protests, Amelia took hold of Yvette's hips and continued to force her way in. Yvette yelped, tears gathering in her eyes, "S-stop! It hurts!" The bunny ceased her squirming only in submission to the pain of being split open, but her muscles still twitched around the knight's massive cock. The knight only stopped when she could go no further, but that didn't stop the curr from trying, adding insult to injury with one more push. "There's no more room," she barked, glaring furiously back to the knight. Tears wet her cheeks, but that didn't lessen the furrow of her brows or the fire in her eyes. Like before, she tried to pull herself off of the knight's cock, but the pain of being overstuffed kept her firmly in place. It was like her body refused to let the cock go. She pressed a hand to her lower abdomen, trying to gauge the depth at which the knight had sunk herself. Yvette was certain it had to be all of it, but she shouldn't feel Amelia against her ass. It frightened her to think that there might be more, and it disgusted her to find herself thrilled all the while.

"How dare you," she growled. "I could have you hanged or quartered for this!" It was true. Amelia had essentially forfeited her life for the crime she was committing. Though, in order to see her punished, Yvette would have to explain what happened. She was still ruined, even if it had been forced on her. However, if she kept quiet about it, perhaps she could find a plausible excuse for her shattered hymen. Horseriding, perhaps? Of course, all of that rode on one thing...

"What's the worst that could happen!? Have you not realized that I am in heat? Don't you know what that means!?" Yvette didn't even know if this man or woman could get her pregnant, but it was absolutely not a risk she was willing to take. "You have already destroyed my chastity. I refuse to carry your child!"

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Amelia was well enough aware that there was no more room to give, looking down at the sight of the bunny ass and that cock of hers buried inside the very snug furred vagina stretched around her shaft, she saw that half of her cock remained outside, unable to push any more in even when she tried. The other half was secured inside the tight vaginal walls that the bunny possessed, especially being the first time to happen to either of them, it felt very much like Yvette's vagina wanted to keep that cock inside. However...

"I know you're in heat, I've been around enough Bunnies to tell. And stop being such a daft brat, do you honestly think I even want you to have children with me?" she barked back, glaring back at those angry eyes threatening to tear up because of Amelia "Just... just let me feel it out for a bit!" she demanded soon after before resuming her viewing of half her cock crammed inside such a tight space. A space she invaded without asking and was well enough aware that she's likely to be executed if anyone found out. She doubted that the guards would not check on her if Yvette asked them to strip her to prove that Amelia did indeed have a penis to have sex with a Princess when she shouldn't have done this and she can easily claim rape. Amelia is a Knight after all while Yvette is a fragile Princess.

"Ooh~My goodness... so that's how it feels... to be inside another..." Amelia couldn't help to mutter out as she remained fully inserted, shifting her hips side to side for her cock to squirm about deep inside Yvette, the tip of her cock massaging the cervix while the rest of her shaft was simply rubbing against the already tight walls, the cock twitching in response to Yvette's walls twitching against her cock. The hands that were resting on that furred ass doing the same, running over the soft fur and kneading those cheeks while Amelia hummed out her moans further. It should only be a minute that she'd like to stay like this, but she felt that Yvette might have something to say about it right about... now.


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Reddington was in trouble. With Diane attached to his back, he could feel her huge tits pressing into his back like some heavenly cushion he could sleep on. He was thinking it was a tactic of helping him relax, until he then felt her reach into his pants to body grab a hold of his cock, and chuck his cup behind her. He had a sensation of panic, and it was actually for the cup. It was a custom order, and he'd get no end of shit if he lost it, but other things were in play here, apparently. "Uhhhhh, ma'am? Miss Diane...? Is that...? Should we be... Mom?" The big boy was confused something awful, but there wasn't much that could be done, and the pitcher was already setting up.

"Awww, hell..." he muttered, hunching down some to get into his stance, and right when his lifted leg was about to come down, she gave his cock a stroke, which yanked his follow through like a jolt of electricity. He couldn't even say what happened exactly, because his mind was elsewhere, but the bat connected with the ball and make an unholy crack that spelled certain doom for that poor stitched thing. The outfielders didn't even bother to try and follow it. They would have needed to buy plan tickets. And since the sound attracted practically every other eye there, when it finally did come down to Earth, the cheer for their teammate was something to be seen!

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Diane kept her eyes on the other members of the team as much as she did the drive of the baseball after Reddington struck it. She wanted to see their faces after the 'help' she gave the big boy. Would they be mesmerized by how blatant she was with her method of training?  Would they drool over how it must feel to have her soft hand on Reddington's big cock?  Which would want her to help next?  She bit her lip and listened to the crack of the bat. Just as she knew, the ball was driven hard all the way to the outfield. She, too, hoped to be driven hard in the outfield soon. Until then, it was Reddington's turn for a reward.

"Great job!! You did so well, Reddington!" Diane slipped her hand away and swung around the young man, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her. She planted her soft, red lips on his, giving him a big kiss of congratulations. Diane lingered for a long moment, teasingly running her tongue over his lips before pulling away. She smiled up at Reddington, taking him by the hand. "I think you deserve a nice, big reward for how much you've already improved. Call it 'advanced training'." She turned to look over the team with wickedly narrowed eyes. "You boys keep practicing! I'll be done in a moment and see who needs my help most!" She made her way to the dugout, pulling Reddington along behind her swaying hips.

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Reddington couldn't believe it... it felt so right. The swing and hit, not the coach holding his cock in her hands. Well it did feel right, but wrong as well, maybe? He wasn't sure. She was older than him, but he could say no... but he didn't want to say no, so did that make it right? He was making his brain smoke just trying to figure out whether or not what had happened was even supposed to, and in the meanwhile, she'd embraced him and gave him a big kiss. when he got a good close look at the valley of creamy white tits the coach had, his mind blessedly turned off. There was no more logic to be had. His cock had taken over the thinking for him.

The tongue on his lips was the final trigger. Suddenly the big boy was hot on the trail of the swaying ass owned by the coach. She wanted to be called Mom. He'd call her whatever she wanted if she could fix his swing and drain his balls. He didn't know any school that would offer that kind of athletic assistance. When she said nice, big reward, he smiled and nodded "I sure do appreciate it, Mom... you fixed my swing like that!" He snapped his fingers for emphasis as he was led "It's only right if I could do something for you, just to show my gratitude and all. I mean, we're gonna get some bombs out there this year!"

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Once she was within the shade of the dugout, Diane turned and smiled at her pupil. "I'm glad to hear it, Reddington. It's all up to you---and you definitely have it in you to knock that ball every time! You just need confidence. I know I can help with that." The woman slid onto the bench and patted the wood next to her. "All I need for you to do is take a seat. Mom will do all the work, okay?" She would wait until he'd done as he was told, like a big, dumb puppy god. Once he'd sat, Diane cuddled up close to him, pressing her bust into his side and ducking beneath his arm so it draped over her back.

"Now just sit back and let Mom give you a big shot of confidence, hm?" Diane traced Reddington's jawline with kisses while her hand worked to open up his pants. Her free hand ran through his thick hair behind his head. Once she'd freed his manhood, her lips met his own. Diane began to make out with the boy, sliding her tongue against his sensually. Her fingers wrapped around his girth, stroking him to full erection. She moaned into his mouth once she felt the rush of pumping, hot blood and rock hard stiffness take hold. Diane jerked his cock slowly, but determinedly while they kissed.

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Reddington took a seat in the dugout, where he was both on display, and slightly hidden from the rest of the practicing players. He would have normally questioned this a bit more, but he was no longer in control. "Yes Mom" was all he said as he got himself relaxed. He had to trust her at this point... after all, she did something not even the old coach could do... fix his swing! And in order to help him keep that swing in working order, it sounded like she was willing to go the extra inch... well, mile for the guy. "I could use some confidence, yes ma'am!" With his big arm around her, it was like they were having themselves a date in the dugout.

A date with a woman who was as fast as a Ferrari, hands-down! Before he knew it, he was trading spit with the older woman as they moaned into each other. Their hands were everywhere! Hair, breasts, pants, and a particularly fat piece of ass and thigh as she leaned more towards him. He loved every moment of it, especially when she freed his cock out of his pants. He'd let out a sigh of relief as his now naked cock stood up to taste the air around it and grow plump outside of its confides. His tongue was starting to get bold as she stroked his dick while they locked lips. The thick tongue searched out hers, eager to know the taste of such a quality older woman!

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"MMmmmm," Diane continued as her mouth became full of Reddington's big, thick tongue. She sucked on it a long while, pushing into his body with the help of his groping hand at her hip and ass. She melted with the feel of a man needing her after so long without. Soon it wasn't enough just to suck on his tongue, however. She pulled away with a smile, kissing along his jaw and neck before breathing hot words into his ear. "Do you like this, Big Reddington? Tell Mom how much you do. Tell me how much you want to fuck me, Reddington..." Her hand stroked him firmly and slowly, painfully so. She licked at his earlobe and nibbled it before she went any further.

Finally Diane ran her kisses down Reddington's chest and over his stomach. She found her way to his huge cock, enjoying how hot and throbbing it was in her hand. "God, you're so big! Mommy wants to suck you all day long." She dove over him, pulling his huge cock head into her mouth with her tongue and sucking the precum from it immediately. She kept up her stroking as her lips stretched over the best and worked their way down an inch at the time. Her body writhed and squirmed against his big thigh.

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The motherly slut was all over Reddington, and it was starting to short out whatever moral circuits he had left. His eyes were merely half-lit slits, and he was blushing hard enough to be called big red for anther reason. He was reaching for whole handfuls of her like she was going to disappear on him, and he wanted to get in all he could! When she spoke, he responded as if he were in some lovely trance "It feels so good, mom... I want to cram my cock in you until I feel you spasm... I read about that one day... it sounded fun." He smiled and gasped as she squeezed his cock and drug it down, but it was nothing compared to her bobbing lips.

He was sucked and jerked to an inch of his existence. The young man was trying desperately to hang on but, he was too inexperienced to be able to hold off the offensive she launched, no matter how much he wanted, butt he had an idea. The beefy teen (in more ways than one!) physically pulled her off of him with an audible pop and he shivered before smiling "Hey... I thought I was getting a reward." He said, cupping her needy pussy with his bat---callused hand. "I may not know much, mom, but I know a reward when I see it. We can call it advanced batting practice if you'd like!"


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Russo made sure to consult his men before even leaving to head toward the motel. Jon had confirmed that everything seemed to check out. There was no set up nor surveillance. The only possible way for something to go wrong would be for Ben to smuggle a recording device in, but Russo would be sure to take care of that.

He arrived shortly after midnight. Russo stopped by the front desk, acquiring his own keycard to Ben's room. It was easy enough to do when he knew enough personal details about the man along with a hearty dose of coercion. Russo arrived at the door to 305 soon enough, slipping the card into the door and stepping inside as if he owned the room. He found Ben on his knees in his uniform. The officer filled out the dark clothing perfectly.

Russo gave a deep sigh as he stared down at the man. "My you do look perfect down on your knees," he said before slipping off his suit jacket and hanging it up in the small closet near the door. Russo was left in a tight white button down shirt, the top buttons unfastened to reveal the dark tufts of his chest hair peeking through. His built frame tapered to a slightly slimmer waist and then a powerful set of trouser clad legs complete with black leather shoes.

"Be honest, Ben... was your cock hard when I was talking to you on the phone?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow slightly.

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Hearing Russo mention that he had done nothing to gain too much favor made ban's shoulders sag, only to perk up when he heard that Russo would join him anyway. The man sped off towards the motel, got his key, and headed to the room. He waited silently, playing scenarios in his head of how it could all go wrong. He waited near the door until he heard footsteps outside when he dropped to his knees, looking up at Russo from his position, his police uniform pulled tight around his muscles.

Ben's heart was pounding as he stared up at the older man, the dark hair of his chest poking through the button down shirt once he removed the jacket. Ben took a moment to respond to Russo's question, his mouth suddenly dry. Why did he call Russo? He could have called anyone else! "Y-Yes it was, Sir" The man said, feeling his cock begin to swell again in his dark pants---his position on his knees allowing Russo to see the growing bulge quite clearly. Ben hooked up at the man blackmailing him, his eyes pausing at the man's crotch before shuffling forward, closer to the man while making eye contact.

The man opened his mouth to say something and then shut it, deciding against speaking to the dominant man and, instead, simply looking down, putting his hands behind his back in a position that was probably more submissive than he realized, kneeling down in his uniform, looking as the floor with his hands grasped behind his back.

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Russo smiled just a bit more as he heard the honest answer from Ben. He took great amusement in watching the man shuffle closer on his knees like a puppy who'd missed its owner after a long absence. He reached down slowly, placing a hand atop the freshly shaved head of the kneeling man. He rubbed the skin roughly before moving his hand down to tip Ben's chin upward. Russo looked down at Ben for a long moment before speaking, "Stand."

Once Ben was standing, Russo would slowly begin to unbutton the man's clothing. He made a show of unfastening each button, revealing the undershirt beneath Ben's uniform. The man filled the dark fabric out perfectly, and Russo's eyes feasted on every inch of him that was revealed. The older man pulled the dark shirt free from Ben's pants, tugging it off his shoulders and then down his arms and off. He pulled at the hem of Ben's undershirt, tugging that free as well and then pulling it up and off them an to leave his hairy chest and upper body exposed. "You take good care of yourself, Ben. Not that it should be a problem, but I expect you to maintain this level of care for your physique. Take that as an order," he said, looking up to the man's eyes for a moment.

"Remove your boots and socks," he said, stepping back to allow the man to do as he had ordered. Russo then resumed his manipulation of the man. He unfastened Ben's belt and unbuttoned his pants, tugging and shoving them down a bit to reveal the man's underwear and obvious rigid dick. Russo gently wrapped a strong hand around it through the remaining fabric that shielded it and pulled Ben close with a tug on it. He looked down into Ben's eyes as he held the man by his dick. "Tell Daddy what you want, Ben," he said deeply to the man.

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Ben let out a small grunt as his chin was tipped upward, making him look up at the larger, older, man. He stood when commanded and did nothing to stop, or help, Russo strip him down slowly---something that caused Ben's pants to grow tight in anticipation. When his upper body was fully stripped Ben smiled at the approval of his physique. "Thank you... I will keep going to the gym regularly" He took a moment, his cheeks flushing before he spoke again "Sir"

When told to remove his boots and socks Ben knelt down, keeping his eyes on the other man just in case he tried something, and untied his boots before standing up, using the wall for support as he took them off and his socks as well, with just his heels. The officer let out a gasp as he was stripped even more, a pair of red boxer briefs were revealed, a dark stain at the end of his hard cock showing just how much precum he was producing. Ben was tugged forward by his thick shaft and was soon lost touching chests with Russo. "What I want?" He asked, confused as though he had almost never considered it. "I... I want you to show me how it is to be with a man" He said, clearing his throat as he gained some confidence. "I want you to show me what it's like to be with a man, Sir" He said. 'If I'm in this I may as well be confident about it'... Russo thought to himself. He couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth, but the twitch in his cock couldn't lie---he was excited.

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Russo merely snarked at Ben's reply to his order, but he said nothing further. After Ben replied to his other question, it was as Russo had thought. Ben wanted to get his rocks off without doing the work. The man was dick-hungry after having his first taste only a week ago, but he had a long way to go before being able to make such lofty wants become reality.

"I see," Russo merely replied, feeling the twitch of Ben's cock in his hand. The older man let his thumb tease over the wet spot where the head of Ben's dick was while he continued talking. "I'm not here to be your teacher, Ben. You will learn what it means to be with a man in time, but what I'm hearing from you right now is that you've got dick on your mind and want nothing more than to empty your balls," Russo said, his thumb still teasing over the clothed head of Ben's dick.

"If you want to get off and 'be with a man,' you're going to have to be a good boy," he said, pulling his hand away from Ben's dick. He rubbed the drop of wetness on the pad of his thumb over Ben's bottom lip before stepping around Ben and lounging down on the bed.

"Finish stripping, boy. All the way," he said, curling his arms up and placing them behind his head. "And when you're done, remove my shoes. Oh... and no touching yourself," Russo said firmly.

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Ben gave a sigh as Russo ran his thumb over the head of his leaking dick---the wet spot only growing in anticipation as he listened to the older man's instructions---the wind taken out of his sails has he heard the condescending tone of Russo's voice. When told that he had to be a good boy Ben nodded. "Of course..." He said, surprised he felt the calloused thumb run across his lips, licking them instinctively and tasting his own precum.

Ben listened to the instructions---still turned around and he bent over and took off his boxers, showing off his hairy hole to Russo. What am I doing? He thought to himself before turning around---his hard cock jutting out on front of him as he stepped forward to the bed and then sank to his knees---leaning down and beginning to untie the older man's shoes before slipping off the left, and then the right, placing them side by side next to the bed. Front between Russo's legs, Ben looked up at the older man, so close to the man's bulging crotch, but Ben did not reach for it, as much as he wanted to he wanted to get what he wanted, and to do that he had to be a good boy.

"What now, Sir?" Ben asked, his cock waning a little bit under its own weight---a large drop of precum drooling onto the floor in anticipation.


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Von was too focused on how her body felt under his touches to be bothered if the were seen or not. She felt just as he had imagined she would be. Almost like velvet under his thumb. His breath caught more than once while she played with his growing erection. The kiss was remarkable. Her lips were just as soft as he had often fantasized about. He moaned, feeling her supple lips press to his, making his heart beat ever quicker. Warmth spread into  his face as he looked to her eyes.

"You would be my first..." He admitted, barely getting the words out before she freed his manhood and then licked it. He jumped in surprise. "Yeah... it is... I would like that." Von teased her folds a bit more with his fingers before coming to stop. He moaned louder than he intended and it took him a minute to get his head straight before agreeing to go ahead and finish his errand. "Okay. I'll see you later then." Pulling up his pants hastily, he turned and headed toward town.

Shopping had taken longer than he thought and by the time he had finished  and sent it on its way back to his village that it was way after dark. Von hurried back towards the rive, intent on meeting Calypso. As he neared where she said she would be he heard the faint sounds of a song and followed it. He slid down the side of the bank and found her under the bridge waiting. Heat filled his face  as he saw she was already naked and waiting. "Calypso..."

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Calypso heard him speak and she turned her head to look at him. She smiled and beckoned to him with a curl of her index finger. She smelled of roses and of the fresh, clean, water that made up the river. Once he was there on the shore that, here, was made up of smooth river stone, she slipped off of her rock and moved over toward him. She crawled toward the shore and, once she was close to him, she blushed deeply and reached up to gingerly touch the front of his pants.

There, below the fabric of his pants, she could feel his flaccid manhood. One that she'd licked and tasted of just a few hours before. She nuzzled his crotch and hummed her siren's song as she did so. She rubbed him through his pants for a long moment and looked up at him. "How... do you want to get started?" she asked sweetly.

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Her touch sent a shiver down Von's spine. Her face felt warm against his crotch. He could totally see her down on her knees pleasuring him . Von could see her doing a lot of things. When her eyes rose to meet his, he did not hesitate to reach down and run his fingers through her hair. He bent down and leaned in close so that their lips were almost touching. He could smell her as he looked into her eyes, his hand sifting through her locks to firmly hold the back of her neck. "A kiss would be good." He answered simply, pressing his mouth to hers gently.

Von let his tongue slide along her lips before slowly entering her mouth. His grasp on her tightened bit and he pulled her closer to him. His other hand slid around her shoulders and caressed down her back as he savored her lips.

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Calypso was surprised and pleased by how he wanted to start and when their lips met she felt like her world was on fire. The taste of him was intoxicating and she swirled her tongue with his as they kissed. With a thrill of excitement she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him as close as she could.

After what seemed like eternity Calypso pulled away and slid back down to the ground where she was, once more, eye-level with his manhood. She noticed, with a blush, that after their kiss his penis had become slightly erect. It made a tent in his trousers.

"What should we do next?" she whispered and looked up to him before reaching up and rubbing his manhood, slowly, through his pants. "I want you to touch me all over... but I want to do what you want me to do," she said with a bashful smile. Calypso wanted him to make love to her---all of her.

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Von moaned softly, pleasantly surprised how soft and supple her lips felt. His hands caressed down her body, touching every inch of her that he could reach. When the kiss broke, he was further surprised when she knelt down and began touching his cock. Von blushed, having been unprepared for that. His legs quivered as her touch only encouraged his arousal.

"Well, I was thinking we could take it slow." He said, looking down to her eyes. He leaned down to kiss her head softly then her cheeks. Von smiled seeing how shy she was. He had to kneel down to get to eye level with her so that he could kiss her lips then lower, on her shoulders. His fingers slid in to grasp a handful of her hair. Von got closer, pressing his body to hers.

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Calypso welcomed his tongue into her mouth and she swirled hers with his. She drank deeply of his kiss and moaned softly when she felt his manhood against her maidenhood. Calypso was slick with arousal and she wanted him to plunge his throbbing need into her tight walls.

"Please," she begged him as she pulled back from their deep kiss with a pant. "Please, make me yours," she said and an her hands down his back and over his bottom where she pressed against him and lifted her hips toward his. She was a virgin but she knew what she wanted. She'd heard of mermaids laying with human men but she'd never thought she'd be with a human. She thought she'd always been with her own kind. Calypso was thrilled that her best friend would also be her first time and she was eager for him to be inside her.

"Please, Von make me yours... and please... cum inside me," she whispered before she captured his lips in an other deep kiss.

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Speaking of the devil, Alyssa let out a short, frustrated growl when she heard John at the door. Promptly cut short by Senu palming the back of her head, and shoving her face in to the sheets. Struggling to raise her head and get a breath of air, while he still used her hole for his pleasure. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen getting to her brain, or maybe Alyssa really did find it exhilarating, that the boy she crushed on was mere feet away from her, while her daddy used her like a fuck toy.

Released from her brief asphyxiation, Alyssa took a sharp breath of air, gasping for it as Senu promptly got back to beating her cheeks roughly. "Mmf, I'm t-trying daddy, but you're just so big~" In truth, there wasn't much further he could go unless he got through her cervix and straight to fucking her womb. An eye twitched, and she let out a groan when his thumb invaded her ass. "N-never daddy... Well like. I mean, I've t-tried but, only once, and my boyfriend didn't want to do it again..." However, her Birthday Present had been in there quite a few times. A conservatively sized dildo, complete with a pair of balls and a suction cup at the bottom, that she'd bought for herself a year or two ago. Senu was over three inches longer, and quite a bit thicker than her toy.

Alyssa was loving this new sensation. She'd never done it raw with any of her boyfriends, so that was one part of it, but being fucked after getting creampied was... unique. Stirring up the semen inside of her with every thrust, little spurts trickling out of her too. "Daddy, if you w-wanna fuck my ass... I think I could take it~" Might as well be a yes for him.

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An open invitation to explore her ass had been presented to him and he was more than happy to accept. "Are you sure?" pulling out as their juices made the perfect lubricate to try with, and besides he would do his best to make the pain non-existent as he gave her some of his energy again. It would numb the pain and switch it out for a feeling of bliss. The only thing he never got down was the amount of time as it would either last hours or a few minutes if lucky. Instead of looking this gift horse in the mouth he took the offer as he aligned his the head of his member against her tight hole telling her she needed to relax some, yet he could tell she was nervous about letting him put that monster up her ass and so was he as he didn't wanna hurt Alyssa. Slowly he did it pushing past the tight ring of muscles and slide an inch in testing the waters.

She was tighter than her pussy which made what she said true meaning the lack of experience. The energy he placed in her hadn't died off in minutes as it took about ten or so minutes to actually get half of him into her before he lost his patience. The slow creeping feeling being filled was replaced with him trying to ram the rest in causing her to slide up and onto the middle of the bed now. They'd been at it for three hours, yet it only felt like a few minutes had passed. Finally, Senu began actually start as he'd got into this pseudo-push-up position "I want you to be mine Alyssa. I know its sudden, but give it a chance before you decide." kissing the top of her head and smiled before he pumped his length into her letting the goth girl feel all of him while he continued to tell her how he wanted to be like this all the time and how he'd do everything he could for her. These weren't just words as he'd seen her like family before this happened and wanted her to know her place was cemented now.

Three hours turned to four, and so on until the soft lights of dawn were peeking up from the curtained off the window as they were still going. Senu's had her in the missionary position. They'd been switching all night, yet only did so after cleaning up neither was foolish enough to just for from the back to the front. He'd lost count at how many times he'd shot his load into her but both her ass and pussy were soaked and leaking, but he'd went to take her ass for the last time. The incubus kissed her longingly their rampant fucking had simmered down to lovemaking as both were reaching their ends.

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Hands nervously gripped on to the bed sheets, her body tensing up unconsciously when she felt him against her ass. Alyssa didn't even realize that he was using magic on her, to make the first push in, and all the rest easier on her. She managed to relax some more, letting Senu get deeper inside her, more easily. A groaning, low moan spilling out of her mouth while he pushed himself inside once more.

Hard to form the words she wanted, having her ass fucked by nine inches of girthy, throbbing, demon cock. "Ahhhnn... Senu~ I w-wanna be with you, like this... I wanna be yours!" Speaking a little too loudly for either of their tastes. Who knew how deep John was sleeping right now. Filthy, noisy assfucking was what Alyssa was subjected to for nearly an hour after she professed her... love? Creampied again, and again, Senu's balls seeming like endless fountains of lust. Never empty, and never satisfied.

On her back, legs spread and wrapped around his waist. Arms draped on the bed over the top of her head. Her raven locks were a fucking mess, knotted and untamed. Her eyes looked dark and baggy. Alyssa was beyond exhausted from their fucking, and the continued love making after. The final, colon-painting orgasm shot inside of her, left her moaning his name. Wet sucking noises followed his attempt to pull out of her ass. Vacated for now, Alyssa was left on the bed, sprawled out with her two holes oozing out it's overflowing semen. Her groin, and most the inside of her thighs were completely coated in a splattering of spunk. The only hole yet to be defiled by his demon seed was her mouth. Saved for now, for his tongue. Alyssa looked fit to pass out. It'd be a long, loooong night with her new daddy.

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Senu was not as young as he used to be and he had felt his age hit him an hour or two before the sun had come up, yet not wanting to be worried about he toughed it out. Who would have guessed that even demons felt there age slip up on them every once and a while? As Alyssa expressed her love, she saw his eyes widen as he wasn't sure how to take all that. This was what he wanted, but how was he going to explain to her parents that her friend's father was taking their daughter out on dates and having sex? If the neighborhood ever found out, they might go back to what they had wanted all those years ago and run him outta town. Whatever the case may be they would cross that bridge when they got there together.

As they finished, he lay there in his beg eyes heavy as he thought flooded him. He'd had sex with his son's friend. This wasn't a dream. Why had he done this without protection? There was no way he wanted to ruin Alyssa's life by making her have his child since she had so much going for her in her life. Senu yawned as he wrapped his arms around his young lover and drifted off to sleep lightly snoring as he knocked out completely. She felt so warm to the touch that he hadn't wanted to let her go, but when and if she needed to get up it was as simple as pushing him over and getting up. The clock said six in the morning, and with both father and son asleep she had free reign of the house.

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Things were much simpler from Alyssa's point of view. She wasn't worrying about what her own parents or the people around her would think. She was adult enough to make decisions for herself, and what two adults choose to consent to in their own time 'ought to be nobody else's concern! Alyssa thought that maybe even moving in would make things easier. She'd been looking to get out of her parents house for a couple of years now... Yawning and snuggling in to his embrace, little Alyssa felt satisfied beyond words. She didn't want to ruin it with anything silly out of her mouth, and instead just gave him a quick kiss as they drift to sleep in each other's arms.

Father and son would awake to the sound of something frying, down in the kitchen. Alyssa had woken up before the rest of them, her spot in Senu's bed still warm from where she slept with him. Deciding to cook breakfast for the family since she had little else to do in the house. Senu found his shirt missing from the room, and found it down stairs. On Alyssa. It was all she wore, plus her panties as she worked away in the kitchen. Hair still bedraggled from the night before.


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She did mind sharing, actually. Something Deli kept to herself, offering him a smile while he spoke instead of a direct answer. "True, we likely do some interests in common. Given the community, you're likely to share at least one or two little interests with just about everyone."

"Ah," she went on with a small laugh. "No, someone said beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Perfection doesn't exist. In art, music, or love---but that is why they have beauty, isn't it? Their lack of perfection." His romantic notions about finding that one perfect person... she didn't comment on that, either. All it did was twist that dagger still buried in her heart and make her stomach revolt. She wanted to press the palm of her hand into her chest and work out that terrible ache, but she kept her fingers wrapped tightly around her cup and a soft smile playing at her lips. Sharing these parts of herself with someone she'd known years was out of the question---sharing them with him? Even more so.

"I haven't gotten around much, honestly," she trained her attention onto other things, one long fingered hand briefly  floating through the air to indicate the shop around them. "I've been building this place. Worked on my apartment upstairs first, of course, and got that all put together and moved in before I really started in down here. But, it made it a lot easier to do, living on the job sight. I think the one place I keep doing back to is the park. If you haven't been there, well... I suppose that's the best suggestion I can give."

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Harry thought about her answer, pondering. He had no reply to that, and decided not to ponder on that. He never had found the perfect one, to be stabbed, or hurt. He enjoyed some companies, which he kept. He had never let anyone close to his heart. So he never knew betrayal. He never met anyone who could go after his heart. That was another thing.

He ate his breakfast, sipping coffee, pondering at the sudden lack of discussion between the duo. It was still early and with no customers, she had no reason to walk back to the counter. When he discussed about the places to see, she did give a vague reply. He thought was she trying to end the conversation. "Well, i did hear about the pet park, if that is what you are talking about. I would love to visit it. I did envy a few having their pets with them." he said with a smile. "What would you like to be, should you ever go there?"

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"If I went there?" Deli blinked at him a moment, a little startled by the question, something that showed in the color that warmed her cheeks as she sheepishly reached up and rubbed the back of her neck. "Oh I---"

Well, she hadn't expected that, and she was entirely sure how to answer him. She considered it as she sat back in her chair, watching him eat for a moment before shaking her head. "If you mean, as a pet, well.. a kitten, I suppose. But, you could just as easily catch me there with a pet of my own."

Feeling bashful, Deli hid behind her coffee cup, raising it up to hide her blushing from his view. "Probably part of why I wander that way so often, I suppose. It was strange at first, but I've gotten rather comfortable strolling there, even if I've never actually indulged in any pet play myself. You, however, sound like maybe you have?" He had mentioned something of a wild life style before, and she had to wondered just where he'd been and what he'd seen.

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Harry raised his eyebrows when she said she would like to be a kitten. But the next statement also surprised him. She was a switch. No wonder he was getting such mixed reactions. She was a switch and would want her own pet or a submissive partner. He was liking her, but he could never submit. Maybe a time or two was different, but regularly was not possible for him. Would she accept him as a Dom completely?

"I am sure you would look nice either way." he said with a smile. "I haven't had a chance to visit it yet. As I said, this is my first day. But I can imagine the place and would love to visit it. Would you mind visiting it with me? And before you say, I am not asking you to come with me as a pet. But as a friend. A simple stroll, some light snacks and back. No hanky panky" He had been to a few pet partied before, in London where the members would come to the pub with their pets, specifically to a BDSM theme party.

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His reactions were open and written so clearly on his face that Deli found herself softly chuckling over them. First the interest in her preference for a kitten, and then the surprised realization that she was a switch. She saw the wheels turning and waited---sipping at her cup again---for him to decide. He wouldn't be the first Dom she'd met that didn't exactly appreciate a switch or their tendency to resist giving up control or belonging to them entirely. But, then, he smiled, and she smiled back.

"Thank you, I'd like to think so, too," she accepted that small politeness with a small nod, and simply listened as he went on to invite her out for a stroll. Before she could tease him, he covered his bases, making her laugh again before she set her almost empty cup on the table. "I'd be happy to take a little stroll, show you around a bit. Some evening after I close up, whenever you're settled enough to get out and about."

She smiled as she sat forward again, resting her forearms on the table, "You can just about always find me here, since my apartment is upstairs. Just call ahead so I'm not caught in any embarrassing or compromising positions. I'll give you a card when you go."

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Harry smiled at her and grinned "Compromising positions, eh?" before he drained his won cup. "Well, I must say, the food was delicious as was the company. Thank you so much for that Deli. I would definitely be coming here more often." He picked up his plate and cup and placed it by the sink before washing his hands.

On the way out, he did collect her card, and gave her his. "You know, there is this get together in some bookstore here tonight. I plan to visit there. How about you? I am sure it will be fun and maybe I will get to meet a few people also. I will be there by 8. Hope to see you there" He said as he walked out of the cafe.

He did walk to the nearby grocery store to pick up a few items for himself before returning back. He did pass her cafe once again, waving at her on the way. He was looking forward to the night.

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Deli let his teasing grin pass with little more response than to offer him one of her own. He thanked her for the food and her company, the former of which oddly pleased her more than the latter. She was thanking him for the compliments and standing to pick up everything when Harry collected hos own plates and cup and walked them behind the counter to set them in the sink and wash his hands. Deli couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him while her lips twisted into a little smirk. Leave it to some Dom to think he had the run of the place just because she'd given him an open invitation to visit.

The exchange of cards was maybe a little old world, but she wouldn't lose his number that way, and they were both business people anyway. There was something cute about the polite little moment that left her amused and enthralled. "I had heard about it," she allowed, neither accepting nor denying his invitation, before waving to him as he left. Some while later, he passed by the cafe again to wave at her in passing, and Deli found herself laughing at him when she waved back. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to get and get a little leisure time.


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He could tell in her movements and sudden change of attitude that Anya was being told to do something she didn't care for. If that was the case, then she shouldn't have mentioned it. Dorn, as needy and frustrated as he was, would have been content to return to his bed and sate his lust as he had for years. His mind was starting to change on that notion, however. As long as he didn't force himself on his slave girl, then she still wasn't like the others. His ritual of celibacy could remain intact... in a very odd way. As the girl neared, his cock flooded with crimson fluid and hardened all the more. He wanted nothing more than to launch himself off the chair and pin her to the ground, wrapping his sinew around her smaller form and making such love as he never had to a human girl before. He'd hold back, however. If he was to get to that point without rape, it would take time.

For the moment, he gave a soft, growling rumble of appeasement and watched Anya grip him. Her hands, though rough with work, were still softer than an orc's. He felt her warmth and the wetness of her mouth and sighed openly. By the gods it was magnificent! He remained seated a long while, content to let his slave do as she pleased with his long, hard phallus. Dorn almost smiled. Finally he started to grow anxious again. One of his huge, powerful hands lifted to Anya's fair head and rested there. He urged her on, gently pushing her down his length and groaning with the tight feel of her throat. Whether she started to protest or not, he didn't notice. Dorn shut his eyes tight, reveling in the joy of having a woman's mouth around his hot girth.

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As her master sighed contently, Anya looked up at him. Was he really enjoying this? Her answer came in the form of Dorn's hand. She winced as the weight of his palm came to rest on the top of her head, but in some odd way it was... comforting? To see that she could provide such relief to the man, Anya sighed. Maybe she could do this after all, especially if it seemed as though she was endearing herself to him.

"Mmmh! Mmmnn!" Anya said, her words utterly as she felt more and more of Dorn's length pass her lips, over her tongue, and slipping down her throat. "Nnmmf!" She protested lightly, the strain of having him so deep in her mouth and throat forced tears from her eyes. She gagged. Jerking back, Anya relieved herself of her girth. Coughing, Anya's mouth was still connected to Dorn's cock by thick strands of saliva that was as thick as webbing.

"S-Sorry," Anya said, gasping for air between cough. "Not. Used. To that." Not wanting to see any mark of displeasure on Dorn's features, Anya leaned back in and set her tongue to work. She cleaned up the thick strands of spit before she took those first few inches back into her mouth. She lacked technique, but Anya's hope in pleasing her new master gave her ministrations an eager energy.

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The great man's head started to fall back, rapt in the overwhelming delight of the first woman's touch he'd felt in years. Anya was surely the best slave he could have purchased- and well worth the amount he paid. Dorn saw that then more than ever. He was lost in his sexual trance when he felt her pull away and gasp. His eyes rolled back to their proper position and he lifted his gaze to her. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he was more concerned with his dangerously high level of need than her comfort. 'Used to that' or not, a greenskin could be calmed in only three ways when his blood ran hot. Two of those ways involved death, so he was left with but one choice.

Dorn leaned up from his chair with a speed something his size shouldn't possess. He shoved Anya over to her back and landed atop her, his arms holding his great mass over her ample bust and lithe but muscled body. His thighs parted her own, making room for his throbbing manhood to fall from her cunt to her lower chest. He let her feel his weight, something he knew deep down every whore wanted. His masculine perspiration would penetrate her nostrils. His sparse but course hair and rough flesh would rub against her supple frame with the heat of a raging furnace.

But one thing was different with Dorn. Where any other orc would simply force themselves deep into a woman and plumbed her depths, Dorn preferred to savor the feel of Anya beneath him... at least for a short while. He suddenly dropped his upper body, planting what amount of his lips weren't hidden by tusk on hers.

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Dorn had moved so fast that Anya didn't have time to scream her surprise. As her back hit the dirt floor, Anya's body tensed, fully expecting the girth that had been in mouth to be sheathed roughly into her sex. But that sudden, savage stroke didn't come. The addition surprise deflated the tension her body; Dorn's thighs would find no resistance in her own. His musk ensnared her nose just as much the weight of his cock seemed to pin her stomach down.

"W-What are you---mmf!" Dorn was nothing if not filled with surprises. Even if the orc was unapologetic in his need, the... gentleness was something Anya didn't think she would experience from an orc, much less from one that claimed her as property.

Her body shifted beneath Dorn's great bulk, her softer flesh rubbing back against Dorn's manhood. Moaning into the kiss, Anya's eyes fluttered shut as she let go of sight for but a moment to just feel. Dorn was not the orc on that stone stage... if this how her new master was... then maybe this would not be so bad. When their kiss broke, Anya pleaded, "Please make me yours... Master."

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Her eager reception of his advances felt wonderful to Dorn. Here he thought he'd have to rape the girl to get what he wanted in the end, but having her ask- almost beg for it was something altogether new and wonderful. He was ready to fuck her harder than he'd ever taken any woman- or man for that matter. But not just yet. The orc, pulled away from Anya's lips and traveled down her body. He ran his tongue down the valley of her cleavage and around her peaks. Further kissing and biting at her with his blunt tusks, the man found his way to her hot crevice. He slid his tongue up and down her slit, suddenly plunging it into her as deep as he could. Her scent and taste was intoxicating! The orc wrapped his thick arms around Anya's thighs from beneath and hauled her up to his face, feasting on her womanhood for a long while.

Finally he let her slide back to the ground, confident that she could be no more wet for him. But he wasn't ready to rail her even then. Dorn stood and pulled Anya up by the hand. He walked her back to his inner sanctum, which was little more than a pile of furs making a bed and his battle gear in a corner of the small room. He lay back on the bed, which looked tiny by comparison. His giant erection stood before him, screaming for attention. He put his big hands behind his head and stared heatedly at the girl. "Ride."

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Anya would follow Dorn into his inner sanctum on shaky legs. The room was as simple as the man himself. However, in its sparseness, Anya found a sense of security as odd and comforting as her master had been proving to be. Even if Dorn had pleasured her for his own ends, Anya knew that he could have easily not have gone as far as to get her so wet with his tongue. Her fair cheeks, neck, and shoulders were still flushed from the orc's efforts on her sex. "Ride."

Straightforward enough, Anya thought. She positioned herself over Dorn, squatting down until the lubricated folds of her pussy kissed the tip of the orc's cock. She shivered, realizing just how far off the bed of furs her body was. Anya leaned over, steadying herself on Dorn's battle hardened chest with one hand---her other reached behind her and wrapped itself around Dorn's shaft. The way it throbbed heavily in her grasp---it was as hot as the look her master was giving her.

Positioned and ready, Anya lowered herself, letting out a sharp breath as more and more of that orc cock disappeared beyond her folds. Her walls greedily clung to Dorn as his cock filled and stretched her until Anya was suddenly seated in her master's lap. She had fully sheathed her master. Anya looked down into Dorn's eyes, a heated look filling her own gaze. Both hands steadily her on Dorn's chest, Anya slowly began to raise and lower her hips. "Nnnyh~" she groaned. Heated gasps tumbled out of her mouth in eager strings as Anya brought herself into a steady rhythm, filling Dorn's inner sanctum with the sound of their slapping flesh.


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The towering figure seemed amused by Olivia's sudden reaction upon standing up. How she staggered with surprise, it caused him to tilt his head curiously in that emotionless mask over his face. He didn't say a word, only took another step forward before the girl began to demand an answer of who he was. Again, he took another step unfazed while she flattened herself against the wall behind. Did she really think he would listen? No, fear was obviously high and the figure seemed to understand this.

The masked man made a growled sort of breath through the mask before he cleared the rest of the distance between them, though he didn't move to grab her. No the man crouched nearby, where the chain connected to the ring. A snap followed his hands covering the lock before he rose, the chain to her leg now in the mad man's hand. He pulled on it lightly at first, tugging her toward the door as though giving her a chance to follow. Either he didn't like some reluctance, or perhaps he was impatient, but either way he simply pulled hard after only a moment or so. Hard enough to pull the young college student from her feet completely.

He didn't even wait for Olivia to hit the floor before he started to pull her from the cell, which would add motion to her head's impact on the concrete. In one part a blessing, as it would significantly soften the impact, but on the other hand a curse as it'd scrape her scalp and snag her hair on the grooves of the paving. He didn't relent though, and dragged her mercilessly from the cell and out to the lab area, over to the archaic looking hospital bed.  Now outside of the cell, she'd be able to spot the hallway he'd come from to the right, a simple and small path to a steel door. The other led to a small computer set up with a few other devices, like a tape recorder. Perhaps an office space for research?

It would be a thought, possibly, until Olivia could finally notice the dusty cobwebs showing it's neglect. Once to the bed, the man stopped dragging his captive, but held her chain tightly in one hand while he started to adjust the straps and restraints on the bed with the other. He was focused on the work, not so much as even giving the woman who's chain he gripped a look or any acknowledgment she she existed. Well none aside from holding her there by her chain, and prepping the bed for what could only be her.

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Fingernails dug into dirty, wet stone. Her chest heaving, her pretty face torn by primal fright, Olivia pressed her body flat against the wall as the man drew terribly close, close enough that she could almost feel his gloves against her skin. She wasn't a fighter. She didn't know martial arts. He was bigger than her, stronger, and only one of them was chained to the floor like an animal. Her heart hammered, her chest painfully tight, breath coming in panicked gasps as her closed in on her...

Only to stop, crouch, and take the end of the chain in his hand. He stopped short of touching her, but any relief that Olivia felt was swiftly, cruelly ripped away with a yank of the chain. Her body hit the floor hard enough to send a shock wave of pain through her body, and she was hauled away from the wall before she had time to anchor herself in place, the ring she had been chained to passing out of reach of her frantically scrabbling fingers. Her hair tangled in cracks in the floor, rough stone scraping against head, her back, but the little slivers of pain it sent through her body here and there were the least of the college student's concerns, her frantic screams born from fear more than pain as she was dragged out of her cell, towards the bed and its straps...

The moment he stopped, Olivia tried to crawl away, scrambling on hands and knees, yanking her chained leg with all of her strength. Instinct had taken over, desperation and terror fueling her defiance, curling back in on herself, her hands grasping at the chain around her foot in a final panicking attempt to free herself, her strength nowhere near enough to pull herself out of his grip while he maintained her hold on it. "Please please no let me go let me...!"

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The way the man in the mask held tight to Olivia's chain was simply unnatural. His arm jerked, sure, she even managed to pull him a little bit, but she didn't truly budge. She was fighting like a desperate, wild animal, and the man just kept working on readying the chair while he kept a firm grip on the chain. Again, not so much as giving the woman a look even as she began to beg for him to let her go. As she pleaded, he eventually turned back to look at her. Possibly even looking as though he might have been starting to respond finally.

That didn't, happen, though; Olivia would be able to see the real reason he'd turned around easily enough. He'd finally readied the chair. With another hard tug on her chain, he reached forward and grabbed her wrist this time while he did so. Effectively lifting her off her feet in a way that pinched the chain around her ankle as he stepped back and tossed her down on the bed. The chain was finally released, but only for the same hand to raise up in the same instance and grip her throat tight enough to send the edges of her vision black.

Unluckily, the visor would still be clear in Olivia's sight. Seemingly staring right down at her while he worked to secure her into place with his free hand. Using how little she could struggle without breathing to make it an easier experience for him. Few knew it, but when unable to breath, most motions become slow and staggered, because he breath with almost every major motion we make. Clearly the mad man knew it, though.

Finally, The Madman released Olivia's neck, letting her breathe and giving her a chance to notice she was completely held down by the wrists and thighs with straps. His hands released her for a moment then, admiring his work while readjusting his gloves yet again. Then he reached up, gripping the collar of her tank-top and ripping it open in the front. The sound of tearing fabric filled the air briefly, but it vanished as soon as it began. With her skin exposed, the madman merely shifted any bra she may have been wearing before he started to hook up some sensors to her, sensors that lead straight to the monitor.

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"No no no no no!" Olivia's trembling, desperate pleas went unheeded, her smaller body easily thrown around by her imposing captor, the words and breath knocked out of her as she was hurled down onto the bed. Of course, the raven-haired girl attempted to scramble away from him all over again - panic was a hell of a stimulant - but before she could budge more than an inch from her hopelessly sprawled position atop the bed, his hand was around her throat, squeezing the life from her, and suddenly all that mattered was her next breath.

She gasped for precious air, her vision dimming as her throat was forcefully constricted by her mysterious captor's gloved fingers, her hands flying up to tear at his, only to be wrenched away one after the other and strapped down at her sides. By the time his grip left her neck her vision was swimming, her oxygen-deprived body weak as a kitten and strapped down, but before Olivia's heaving breaths gave her back even the strength to struggle, his hands were on her tank top, ripping it apart, pushing aside the dark blue bra she wore beneath, exposing her breasts to cold air and cold eyes.

She should have been outraged, humiliated, but he didn't grope her, barely even took the time to look. She almost wished that he had. Instead, he dotted her bare skin with sensors, leaving her shaking with apprehension, her eyes darting to the monitor that he was attaching her to, desperately trying to glean even the slightest hint of why. Of what he was going to do to her. "W-what do you want... please..."


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"Mmmmmm... fuck ya..." Watching his mom suck his cock with a look of fawning adoration in her eyes. Abigail was truly in love with the massive slab of flesh otherwise known as his cock. And her hands and face buried into his ballsack only made it seem bigger by comparison. "Not bad mom, not bad." Alex smiled and spread his arms wide across the couch. He may as well relax and let her pamper him (as any mother should!)

"I think it's time for some changes around here mom." He said happily, watching her stretch her mouth around his girth with a chuckle. "I'm thinking I really need to step up and be the man of the house, start taking charge around here." He watched her carefully for her reaction as he tried to see just how submissive his mother was prepared to be. "If you agree to all of this than don't stop sucking my dick. But I'm thinking you need a firm hand and some structure to help keep you focused and in line. So... I want you always to call me sir from now on, I want you to be my personal submissive slut, and if you want to keep being my whore than I'll give you all the dick you can handle, whenever you want it. But you also have to do what I say, when I say. I'm giving the orders from now on, not you."

"Again, if you want this relationship to change, and have my dick whenever you want. All you have to do is keep sucking." If she didn't stop to protest any of this he would assume she was more than happy to start a new chapter of her life as his submissive.

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It was so nice seeing Alex relax. Abigail felt right at home, there on her knees pleasing her big boy. If there were some candles and a nice jazz record playing, it would be the perfect way to spend a few hours. She kept sucking and indulging in Alex's huge member, sinking down over him and coming back up again and again. She made it another inch or two with every dive, soon feeling him hit the back of her throat. Before she pushed any farther, the boy made his odd deal. Abigail came up, but didn't let the thick head fall from her mouth. She held in that position, not denying or accepting just yet.

This wasn't what Abigail had intended at the start of the day. Yes, it was incredibly taboo and wrong, seducing her own son. Kneeling as she was, nothing should phase or shock her. But the arrogance of Alex just deciding to take over, it was... so hot. She couldn't say she wanted it, but now that he mentioned being man of the house and making her call him sir---it sent a spark through her whole body. That spark ignited a fire she never knew she had the fuel for. Even Alex's dad wasn't so confident as to simply command her like that. Her heart melted for him. She had to know what kinds of sicked things lurked in Alex's mind. Her own head whirled at the thought.

Without further hesitation, Abigail dove over the boy. She forced herself down, sucking him past her mouth and into her throat smoothly. Abigail winced, but continued down. She felt her throat stretch and open for him, making she she kept herself calm. Abigail gagged a few times, but it wasn't enough to make her stop. She planted her hands on the boy's thighs and worked him in until her lips kisses his pelvis. "MMmmmmm," she responded, staring up at Alex as submissively as ever.

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Alex was caught between bursting into laughter and moaning in pleasure as he was just given the most complete deepthroating of his young life. "Holy shit mom!" She took every damn inch of his cock like some kind of fucking champion, Literally a champion of all things fucking! "That's my little mommy slut." Patting her cheek as it was stuffed with his rigid cockmeat. "I don't think I've seen you this happy in a long time." He forcibly pulled her off his cock to stop her from suffocating herself.

"I'm glad you said yes." He said in a voice filled with sincerity as he held his mother's hair and cheekily tapped her face with his massive rod. "Now... You still have all these clothes to try on." He said patting the pile of lingerie beside him. He desperately wanted to let her go to town on his dick and coax out buckets worth of cum. But he held off, he was even more excited to test out this authority his mother just agreed to give him. Would she really obey him when he gave her an order?

"I want to see you try each of these on, put on some music and make a little show for me."

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Abigail audibly whined as she was pulled away. She caught herself nearly reaching out to grab her son's cock in need. The boy had such an effect on her mind- it was both disturbing and addicting all at once. Abigail gave a world-record pout as Alex spoke, unable to glance away from his saliva-slick, rock hard member for more than a few seconds at the time. Finally she nodded as he let her go. "Yes, sir. I'll tempt you just as you wish." Abigail smiled, at least happy that she was wanted by such a big, strong man.

The girl set about starting some music; easy nighttime jazz for the mood. She even turned the lights down just enough that all the attention would be on the pair of them. Fuck the world outside. She stood before him, letting out a sigh of desire at just how powerful and confident the man looked. He sat so comfortably, laid back with his huge dick out and still as hard as ever. God, but he was the perfect man. She slowly twirled and slipped her red silk from from her body, giving him a full view of her naked form once more. Abigail pulled out a black strapped top and panties, sliding them on as if they were props to a striptease. "How do you like this one, sir?"

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It didn't take long for Alex to become very comfortable with the sight of his mother stripping naked and clothing herself in a fresh (and equally scandalous) garment. She was gorgeous, and he told her as much. He wanted little more than to carry her upstairs and fuck so senseless she would just be a gibbering pile of flesh for days. But he also wanted to keep this game going and keep testing her. After all she was turned on by his personal porn collection. Sexy milf's sleazing it up for young studs. He had a chance to live out a personal fantasy and there was no way he wasn't going to push this envelope a bit.

"Dance for me." He said suddenly, grinning from ear to ear. "I want to see your sluttiest lapdance routine first hand."

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Abigail gave a little side smile. She tilted her head adorably and replied, "Yes, sir." The woman's curves rolled and smoothly gyrated in front of Alex. She ran her hands across her body and slowly stepped towards him. One let rose as high as it could before coming down, knee over the young man's shoulder. His face was caressed by the lace of Abigail's panties while her hand ran through his hair. She slipped the leg down until it was over his thigh, then shifted her weight to it and pulled her other leg up into his crotch. Careful not to press into his big balls, Abigail started grinding over Alex's muscled thigh. She rode him for a long moment, pulling his face into her chest as she moved.

Before he could stop her, Abigail picked up the leg in her son's lap and threw it over the other side of his waist. Effectively straddling him now, her ass ground over the top of his dick hotly with the lace teasing him. She pulled off the top of her outfit slowly, bearing her breasts to him once more. Pulling his face into her cleavage again, she smiled and asked softly, "Is this what you want, sir?"

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Each time his mother said 'sir' it sent a fresh surge of adrenaline and lust through Alex's veins. And being pulled into her absolutely perfect bosom was... well perfect! Just as she could happily spend hours worshipping his erection, he would happily spend hours playing with her breasts. Kissing and sucking and nibbling away. He still couldn't believe how quickly his mother agreed to be his whore, he was going to enjoy this so very much.

"Yes, slut. This is everything I want." Effortlessly, Abigail's stud of a boy took firm grip of her bum, "Now it's time to ride my dick." It was time to properly test that delectable cunt that was waved in his face mere moments earlier. "I expect you to work up a good fucking sweat!" Landing a sharp spank on her behind and giving her tits an impetuous and youthful motorboating.


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Joshua shivered as Fraz cuddled up to him---strangely enjoying the sensation of her surprisingly soft and seductive body pressing against him---and looked into her eyes, heart racing as she ran a furry paw up and down his chest before beginning to tease his erection. His breath was growing heavier and heavier the longer this went on; her words did nothing to calm him, in fact, they only made him squirm that much more out of fear and anticipation, and he let out a groan as she even went so far as to squeeze his cock through his pants.

"M-My name?" Joshua repeated incredulously, gasping at the ticklish sensation of her nuzzles and kisses upon his face and neck. Was this really happening? When he had first seen the animatronics come to life, he had thought they had something else in mind for him besides this! "I-I'm Joshua-aaaah..." he groaned again, cock throbbing within his pants, practically bursting through the fabric at this point.

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The young man's squirms and stutters only made Fraz hotter for him. There was something about a diminutive, helpless guy with a huge package that she loved. The other girls did as well. The bear continued rubbing and writhing against the boy, her lips kissing along his neck and cheek. "Joshua, hmm? Lovely name. Hunky. So what say we find out just how big of a boy Joshua is?" Fraz leaned back with a big smile. She leaned in one last time, kissing Josh full on the lips. While her tongue snaked into his mouth to distract him, her paw at his crotch went to work.

Fraz unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She slipped her paw into Josh's clothing while her tongue wrestled with his. She managed to wrap her claws around the thick monster he was packing, causing her eyes to fly open. She broke the kiss with a look of shock. Grip firmly on the wonderful prize she'd just found, Fraz breathed, "Holy... crap..." She gently pulled him free of his pants to examine the long hose more closely. "Oh, sweetie... this is the biggest cock I've ever seen...!"

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Eyes widening as their lips met and Fraz's tongue intertwined with his own, Joshua shivered in a strange sense of pleasure, too stunned to try and move away, and enjoyed the moment, not even noticed that the busty bear was undoing his pants until he felt her soft paw wrapping around his thick member. Groaning at the sensation, he gasped softly as she pulled away from the kiss---actually a little sad that she did---and watched her nervously as she fully removed his pants to examine his cock.

"I-It is?" he asked shyly as Fraz commented on the size of his manhood. Panting softly from their kiss and his own arousal, he groaned again as her grip remained firm on his cock, waiting to see what she actually had planned for him. He was still afraid, but at the same time he was so aroused at this point that it was creating a strange mixture of emotions within him, and while part of him wanted to run... another part couldn't help but stay...

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Fraz gave the most genuine of smiles to the young man. "No doubt, love. You've got one magnificent cock here." She leaned into him again. Her big, firm breasts pressed at his torso and up into his chin. She kissed his forehead and returned to his lips, a bit more aggressive with his tongue this time. Fraz closed her eyes, letting her paw begin to stroke the boy's massive member up and down rhythmically. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his cock throb, "MMmmm..."

Finally she pulled away, kissing her way down casually until her face met the monster of meat. She kissed the very tip of his dick, lapping at him a bit. Even his taste was wonderful!  She pulled the thick head into her mouth with her tongue, wetting and sucking at it lovingly. Her paw continued to stroke him all the way up... all the way down. She switched for her other hand while that one dropped to his enormous balls, massaging and weighing their heavy contents.

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Joshua blushed as Fraz complimented him again on the size of his manhood, and shivered at the sensation of her breasts pressed into him seconds before she caught him by surprise with an affectionate kiss on the forehead. It was such a safe, sweet gesture, that it actually helped to put him at ease... at least a little, and this time when she kissed him on the lips, he actually found himself kissing her back, tongue instinctively working against her own as she moaned into his mouth. He echoed that with one of his own as he felt her stroking his member.

So intimate were the kisses, that he was left almost disappointed when she pulled away, but soon quivered in delight as she kissed her way down towards his member. "A-Ahh..." he gasped as she kissed the tip of his manhood before pulling his length into her mouth, feeling himself growing wet as she began sucking. "O-Oh god..." he muttered as she continued stroking him, even going so far as to massage his balls. His cock was throbbing wildly now, and he rested a hand on her head to try and steady himself as she continued working.

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Much as Joshua was enjoying this---and strangely enough he really was---he couldn't help but still feel that bit of fear and incredulousness in the back of his mind. Was this really happening, and if it was, was it really as good as it seemed? How could he know the animatronic really bore him no harm? For all he knew, once she was done with him, she might just attack him then! Contrasting feelings went to war within his meek mind, and the fear grew stronger once again even as he was gasping and moaning in pleasure.

So with that thought in mind, he began to wait for an opportunity to escape, watching as Fraz worked so joyfully at pleasuring him, and when he saw his chance, bolted and stood up, pushing her away in the process. And with that opportunity taken, began running for the door... or at least he tried... since his pants were still around his ankles, making his pace more of a hobble than a run.

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Joshua's dick came out of Fraz's maw with a pop. She looked up, dazed a moment from her mind-fogging blowjob. She reached for the boy, begging, "No! Come back, sweetie!!" Her paw went out to grope for him, but only managed to grip his pants. They came away easily, sending her to the floor. Luckily her immense chest cushioned her fall. She bounced with an 'Oof!' and watched the boy slip away into the darkness.

As Joshua came though the doorway, he probably didn't expect another member of the crew standing nearby. The problem was, she didn't expect Joshua, either. Bonnie caught the boy's running body full force in her large chest, knocking her over onto the hallway floor. She landed on her back, legs spread with Joshua and his long member between them. She looked up at his face, which was wedge in her blue furred cleavage, and giggled. "Hi there... A bit forward, aren't you? Not that I mind..." She wrapped her rabbit legs around his middle, squeezing his cock against her womanhood hotly.

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Behind his fear driving him to flee from Fraz, Joshua almost felt guilty for running as he heard the animatronic calling after him, but his fear was still greater, especially as she pawed and gripped at his pants, and he kept running even as they fell off, darting through the doorway... and right into further trouble.

Crashing into another animatronic and falling to the floor of the hallway, Joshua's fall was cushioned by something incredibly soft and buoyant, and when he opened his eyes to realize what had cushioned his fall was a large set of breasts, he blushed and let out an "Eep!" at the sight of Bonnie's smiling face. "A-Ah... what are you-ooooh..." he trailed off in a moan as he felt her wrap her legs around his waist, pressing his free manhood against her pussy.

Squirming against her soft and furry body in pleasure, he gasped and moaned as his cock inadvertently rubbed against her womanhood, and grew as stiff as a board as the rubbing suddenly slipped it inside. "A-Ahhh...!"


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Ben had known that he was big. Hell he was easily the biggest guy on the football team, both physically and in regards to his member. Normally guys would have killed to have a cock his size, but it had been hard for Ben to find girls from their high school who had enough experience to allow him to fuck them as hard and fast as he wanted. This clearly was not going to be a problem with Stacy. As he pulled her toward himself the woman obviously struggled against his grip, but he easily overpowered her. Her struggled seemed to end the second he had her pinned up against the wall, something he was sure her husband had not done for her in a while. His hand gripped her ass a bit harder as he ground her hips a bit harder up against his own.

With his added kisses and nips at her shoulders her breathing starting to slowly change and soon she was letting out moans that he wished he could record. Well, there was always the next time for that. Part of him had thought that he would need to play with Stacy much longer before her body started to react to this situation the way it had, but maybe the woman deep down had wished for this to happen. When he bit down gently at her earlobe he said, "You are such a slut Stacy." He paused for just a second before adding, "I love sluts." He didn't want her to think that he was insulting her right now, he wanted her to come over begging for his cock after the first few days.

Ben pulled his hips back, letting his member slowly slide down against her sex as he coated it in her juices. He eventually had to lift her up slightly before the head of his cock finally pressed up against her entrance. Without saying another word Ben leaned his hips forward as he pushed her body back down the wall at the same time. With each passing second his member sunk further and further inside of her. Yet due to his size he knew he could not slam himself fully in on the first thrust. So he took a few slow thrusts, driving his hips forward and pressing his member in deeper and deeper still. Finally, after the third or fourth thrust he slammed his hips forward the rest of the way, driving his member completely inside of her as he speared her down onto his cock. Ben let out a low groan, pressing her tightly against his broad chest as he began to thrust his hips forward, bouncing her body slowly up and down the wall as he began to pick up speed.

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Stacy cursed everything about the boy. She cursed his big, heavy body against her softer form. She cursed his hot, dense breath on her sensitive, dark flesh. She cursed the way he could use harsh, biting words to describe exactly how she felt in that moment. Had his long, thick member not been wedge against her near-dripping cunt and threatening to penetrate her instantly, she'd have told him to fuck off. But Ben was right. If Stacy weren't a slut, she'd be trembling and angry and scared. Instead, she was breathing heavy, her heart was racing, and she wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees in submission and beg to suck this young man's glorious erection. She couldn't hide any of it whatsoever. He knew it all in just how she reacted to his actions and words alike.

"OOoohhh... Ben, I... fuck," Stacy breathed while here eyelashes fluttered. She spread her legs instinctively upon feeling them being plied with the grip on her round, firm ass and the plunging cock between them. She wound her toned arms around his neck and pulled his face into her chest without thinking. Her mind was quickly being flooded with the urgent need for sex. She worked her hips gently, taking the boy inch after precious inch. She began to clench and tense once he was halfway in. Already Ben was giving her more length and thickness than she'd had in... maybe forever. She moaned until he made his final thrust, at which time she cried out instead. "AAHNNNHH! NNnnnhh! Oh, fuck! Ben... p-please... I c-can't take anymore."

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He had expected her to give him one last bit of resistance at the end, to tell him that this really wasn't worth the deal that they had made. Instead he got the exact opposite. The women pulled his face into her generous cleavage and moaned for him as he rubbed his head back and forth, relishing the body of an older mature woman. She was so much better than any girl at his school. When their hips finally connected he pulled her up and off of the wall. Taking a step back Ben began to bounce her up off of his hips, using his thick leg muscles to thrust her body up into the air before his hands on her ass pulled her back down, sending her crashing onto his cock. He spun around after taking a few steps backwards, turning towards the couch as finally pulled his face up from her breasts and said, "Oh we are just getting started Stacy."

He began to walk her over to the sofa that was a good six or so feet away. With each step he bounced her high in the air, bending his legs as if to lunch to give his thrusts an extra boost. Each time he shot her up into the air his hands on her ass squeezed down tight, making sure she did not slip off his member before pulling her back down. When they finally reached the sofa he raised one hand to the center of her back to help lower her over the back of the sofa. As soon as her entire back was resting on the top of the sofa he moved his hands around to grasp at her hips before he started to pull her body into his own. Now that she was lying down he could really begin to thrust in fast, picking up the speed with each thrust with his eyes naturally falling down to her breasts as they bounced before him, giving him one hell of a show.

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"Oh, fuck... p-lease...! S-stop!" Stacy only half-shouted her words, because only half of her mind was making her utter them. The other half was making her close her eyes and breath heavy while she sucked on Ben's huge dick with her tight pussy. She worked her hips over him as he bounced her, landing all her weight and then some over the young man and forcing his spear into her body again and again. Her womb was already becoming bruised from how his length was battering it. But it was the kind of pain that made Stacy's head spin. She kept hold on Ben's shoulders despite him pulling back.

Stacy wasn't able to utter anything further until she was lowered to the couch. She stretched her arms over the back and held on tight, still rocking her wide pelvis over Ben to match his thrusts. "P-please, Ben---I c-can't take much more! You're too b-big!" It was a plea of urgency, as the woman felt her release build faster and faster. She clenched her teeth against the rush of euphoria threatening her mind. She refused to give this boy the satisfaction of making her cum so easily!

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"That's the point Love." He smirked down at her, choosing that particular nickname because they had basically the opposite of a loving relationship. Yet that is what he wanted, he wanted her to love him for what he could do and for what he could give her, not for the person who he was. That angered look on her face turned him on more than he could imagine. Maybe it was because he was used to staring into the eyes of other lineman but there was nothing more satisfying in the world than but watching for the moment that his opponent's resistance finally caved and they gave into his superior skill.

His hands slid up her legs, pressing Stacy's legs together now that she was holding herself up on the couch. He pinned her legs up against his chest and used them to pull himself in faster still. Ben kept his left hand holding onto Stacy's legs as his right hand was now free to slide down between those firm thighs, sliding his thumb down over her sex and placing it on her clit. There was a playful sparkle in his eyes as he began to rub his thumb with surprising gentleness and control over the hardening clit. He wanted to make her cum as fast as possible, to take away any hope she had that he would cum too quickly simply because she was the most beautiful woman he had met so far.