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John had to admit, he wasn't sure if it was the fact he hadn't been laid in several months, or it was the fact that in this moment she was being incredibly sexy and sinful, but at this moment he was harder than he remembered ever being. It was probably a combination of both, but all he could think about was her, the way she moved, kneeling on the floor between his legs, and he was already about to burst.

"Holy fuck Emily." His voice was a whisper, as if anything louder would break the moment and it would all be over. He knew she was teasing him, running her hands long his legs and thighs, trying to draw out the moment as long as she could. As much as he wanted to feel those soft lips on him, he was enjoying the moment far too much to let it end quickly. Because of their friendship he had never really looked at her like this, but in this moment, all he could see was a sexy creature who seemed to enjoy this as much as he was.

"Slowly Emily. Let's savor this together. I want to see just how far you are willing to take this." He sighed out as her hands slowly moved up his thighs inching closer and closer to the bulge hidden within his jeans he had to admit to himself he never expected this moment to happen, but damned if he wasn't about to enjoy it.

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Emily smirked as she felt him tensing as teased him with his prize. She lost but she enjoyed the reason she lost. Her hands trailed up his jean clad thighs just stopping before his bulge. She wanted him to go almost crazy with wanting her just as much as she wants him. She licked her lips slowly, seductively as she slowly reached for his zipper. Yes, she wanted him, and this moment needed to be drawn out as much as possible. She bit her lower lip as her fingers slowly opened the button on his jeans. The main title music for her game was playing in the background, almost setting the mood for this, as they were both gamers and had been for years, it just seemed appropriate.

She smirked after she popped the button on his jeans with her index and thumb before using her teeth to grip the zipper of his jeans and gently pulling it down. Her green eyes staring up at his face as she leaned back on her heels. Leaning back, she let go of the zipper with a soft pop sound before grabbing her t-shirt and pulling it up over her head, leaving her breasts bare before him. Soft porcelain-colored orbs, with dusty rose-pink nipples, that were hard and almost begging to be touched as she leaned forward to slowly fish out his cock.

As it popped free from his jeans and boxers, she gasped softly at the size of him not fully hard. Fuck, he was going to be big and she wanted to taste him. She took the tip of her tongue and ran it up the length slowly. He tasted slightly salty, musky, and hot. God, she wanted him. Swirling her tongue slowly around the head of his thick cock, she was enjoying the slow build up of teasing him. She wanted him to pant, to beg for her to swallow his length.

She teased him a bit longer as she flicked her tongue over the large vein that runs up the length of his shaft before she lifted her head up and stared into his eyes before dropping her head to take in his head, all while her eyes stayed focused on his. She slowly sunk her head down to take him in slowly, savoring the taste and texture of his cock on her tongue.

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John couldn't believe this was happening. All the years they had joked about this, teased and poked each other about this very thing, and now here they were, actually following through on one silly bet. He continued to watch her slowly move her hands up his legs, finally reaching the button and releasing his jeans. Then she continued to tease more, slowly dragging the zipper down as she keep her eyes locked to his. He felt like he was about to blow already, the very scene like something right out of a movie.

He kept his eyes locked to hers, only letting them drift down when she pulled off her top and let her bare breast out to the open air. He licked his lips, craving to taste those rose nubs on her chest, wanting to grip them in his teeth and her her moan out. Right now he wanted her more than he had ever thought he could want anyone.

Her soft gasp brought his attention back to her eyes, watching her reaction to his cock as she fished it out. He was hardening, nearly fully hard, and the way she teased with her tongue, he was only getting harder. "Emily..." Her name came out in a breathless moan, his eyes rolling back as she continued to swirl her tongue along his length. "Fuck... i can't wait anymore."

As her lips engulfed the head of his shaft, he reached down, running fingers through her hair and  he brought his gaze back to hers. The sight of her slowly swallowing his length like it was her favorite piece of candy was amazing, and nearly made him blow right there. "That feels amazing. Please, more..." His breath was hitching, coming in short gasp already. He wasn't sure how much of this he was actually going to be able to take. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten a blowjob this good, and she had just gotten started.

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All the teasing had led up to this moment, this seemed to be the only logical choice. A silly bet started this entire thing, who knew what this could lead too. Emily smirked as she looked up at him again as he spoke her name, almost whisper like as if this were not happening. A fever dream perhaps? She was not sure what caused her to make this bet and lose the level. It did not matter all that mattered was that now she had him under her, moaning, barely able to think or talk as she toyed with his cock.

His fingers in her hair as she made a soft groaning sound, her eyes flutter open as she stared up at his eyes, as she slowly lowered herself down to where her nose touched his shirt covered stomach. She took his entire length into her mouth and tried to swallow around his length causing her throat muscles ripple around him. She pulled back up slowly not letting his cock release from her mouth as she gave him a soft smirk with her eyes before quickly lower her head to engulf his length once more.

Her fingers curled and gripped his jeans as she started to bob up and down, sometimes only going half of his length other times going to take him in completely. Her eyes close as she takes in his entire length and open when she pulls back. Watching his reactions, listening for his breathing, how his body wiggles as she finds his perfect rhythm and what he seemed to enjoy the most.

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John wasn't sure if it was the fact that it had been a while since his little friend had seen any action, or the fact the woman before him was currently blowing both his heads was his best friend, but everything seemed heightened in this moment. The softness of her lips, the warmth of her breath, the way her tongue swirled around him as she started to push herself deeper, all of it was pushed to another level during this whole scene. He would never understand what made him offer that bet, but he certainly wasn't going to complain now that this stunningly beautiful woman was on her knees in front of him.

Several soft moans escaped his lips as she continued, changing to a loud gasp as he felt her throat around the end of his length. Not only was she currently sucking him, but deep throating as well. He now realized why all of her boyfriends preciously seemed to have such dumb grins after their visits. Hell, at this rate he was going to join them. As he felt her slowly rise, he looked down, his breathing heavy as she started to bob, trying to find the rhythm that worked for him.

He gave a audible hitch to his breath as she sucked hard on the tip, a slight popping sound as she let go before pulling him back into the amazing cavern of her mouth. "Fuck me Emily. I had no idea you were this good. I feel like I could cum any moment from this." Between that devilish tongue working along the underside, and her mouth sucking on him as if letting go would be the death of her, he was in pure heaven. He pulled his own shirt up and off, joining hers before reaching down again.

"God damn, I... Emily... you gonna... I'm going to." He was sputtering the words, trying to warn her he was getting extremely close to letting go. It was taking everything he had not to blow right at that moment.


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That glance to the clock(s) told a very distinct story but Cassia didn't say anything for the moment. It was better to choose stoic silence now in the wake of her entrance with as much confidence as she could muster. Helen was not someone you revealed weakness to, Cassia felt confident she wasn't. Made herself believe it, in fact. She merely didn't realize her chatter was one of many tells to the powerful woman looking her over. But the seconds ticked by and the desire to fill that silence grew. She had already made a mistake though she was blissfully unaware. Her thrill was certainly obvious. An eagerness to please would help her along the way on multiple levels, another fact she was not really conscious of.

That tiny smile caused a flutter through the new 'hire' as did the silken 'Miss Cassia' as the brunette rose to her full height. Cassia took an expectant step forward as soon as Helen had started to rise, anticipating a warm handshake and instead blushed a little as she was offered a tablet. Her hand froze extended towards the tablet at the instructions that followed the polite request she take it.

"Oh... Um... Sure," Cassia said with a confused frown as she took the tablet and straightened. It was a strange instruction, very precise too, for an initial meeting with a new employer. It put her in mind of something very different as she adjusted her clothes from stepping forward and turning to head towards the corner that had been indicated. She did exactly what Helen had ordered. Walking across the room in as calm a step as she could before standing for a moment facing into the corner. The tablet was held against her pelvis with both hands as she stood there, suddenly struck with the idea that this was rather embarrassing.

A quick spin and she was walking back to a place now closer to Helen's desk. There was a much clearer blush on her cheeks now. A slight frown too. She was holding her bottom lip in her teeth as that thum of the embarrassment for being sent to the corner for a moment worked itself into her mind.

"Um, so... the scheduling software, is it synced to your calendar already or do I have to set things up first?" Cassia ventured by way of trying to brush off her nerves over what had just happened.

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"Automated," Helen said curtly, with a dismissive wave. "If it acts up, call IT. If it acts up again, tell me, and I'll deal with IT." Her tone made it quite clear that one error was an acceptable aberration in a world of quantum events; two was a firing offense. But there were more important things on her mind.

"Walk again. Not as if you are merely trying to get between points A and B. Walk to be noticed. To represent. Shoulders back. More hip. Eyes forward. An occasional toss of the hair. Now. Do it, Miss Cassia."

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"Understood," Cassia replied. She meant it too. The message that Helen would step in and deal with errors in her well-maintained world made a lot of sense. The woman was obviously a control freak and did not leave errors to those with less authority. Helen was the authority. If she had to repeat herself it would likely result in dismissal. Cassia made a mental note and felt her nerves ratchet up a bit further.

The young woman blinked at the instructions and that nervousness blended with confusion. "Um, yes, Ms. Helen..." Cassia stammered and swallowed as she straightened her back and neck to lift her chin as her shoulders went back. Was this about learning to properly represent Helen in the world? Maybe it was to appear in command as the boss lady's assistant so that when she was sent out to command in Helen's place, she would be respected as more than an assistant.

Her tablet still held in both hands before her, Cassia walked with more flare. Her hips swaying a bit more, her big blue eyes straight and aimed at the corner. She shook her head a little to toss her stylishly messy bob as she walked with authority to the corner. She imagined there was some other person there that she was going to admonish for failing in some form and her left eyebrow quirked up in a haughty way. She paused in the corner, her feet slightly apart, her back straight still. She felt like she was performing on a stage as she swung herself back around, gave another toss of her hair and returned to the desk with an even stride.

Only then she looked up at Helen with that softer, eager expression that was seeking praise as she blinked with shy admiration and appreciation for such instruction.

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The mogul made a small sound that could have implied anything, then gave a slight nod. "Better miss Cassia. The hair toss is eye-catching and effective---but don't overuse it, or it becomes arrogant. But that's a great improvement. Keep it in mind." One hand gestured to the pair of chairs across the desk from her. One was a serviceable but high-quality standard sort of office chair, comfortable but nothing special. The other was more ornate, more thickly padded. Almost the sort of thing you'd see as a Captain's chair on Star Trek or the like, right down to a phone charging port in one arm and a deep cup holder in the other.

"Sit, miss Cassia. I've gone through your application and records, but that gives only a surface feeling for a person. I want to hear in your own words what you see your role here as being."

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Being advised on the hair-toss made Cassia blush a bit. She had done it to seem bold but it was not really her. She was trying to project a firmness that would come from being The powerful woman's assistant. That outwardly she was speaking for the other woman and needed to be able to show as much decisiveness as her employer. The ability to project that was hampered by her wide blue eyes as she looked for praise and guidance from the powerful older woman.

"Yes, Miss. Thank you." Cassia said softly and looked at the two chairs, sitting neatly into the more ornate chair that was more cushioned. She tucked the tablet onto her lap, held by both hands. Her legs crossing demurely underneath. Why there would be two different chairs before the desk was lost on the young woman.

"Oh um... well, I feel like I am here to represent you, Ms. Helen. To be your face and voice not just be here for whatever you may need me for. So like um, the other staff would answer to me as I would be your, like, gatekeeper?" Cassia, raised her eyebrows looking for confirmation, once more, not ready to assume she was correct. She wanted to project knowledge and confidence but the other woman was powerful and it was nerve-wracking. She licked her lips slightly as she blinked back, straightening her spine a bit to be primmer in the seat.

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"My gatekeeper?" Helen grinned, the tiniest bit, and it changed her face utterly, from Ice Queen to dangerous imp. "I like that. Very clever. Most people would have said liaison." Then she was all stoic business again.

"And you are quite right, as far as you have taken it, Ms. Cassia. Very astute. You are a reflection of myself and the company---which are really one and the same, to all intents. My face, yes, my voice, even my hands at times. And yes when necessary, my shield from unwanted annoyances. But you are more." Rising, she turned her back on her new assistant and walked to the window and looked out. "You are an integral part of the package I portray. An ornament to me, and a distraction for my business competitors. Bait, to put it unkindly." She chuckled, and went on. "Far too many supposedly intelligent men, and not a few women, when confronted by a lovely young employee, properly packaged, well. Blood flow rather automatically is diverted from their brains to lower down."

Turning again, she walked back to the desk but remained standing, looming over Cassia. "Without attractive physical attributes, your intelligence could be easily replicated at much less cost. And a beautiful idiot would be worse than useless to me---she would be a danger. So. Ms. Cassia." Now her face was not merely cool, it was actively hostile.

"Keeping all that in mind. Exactly how well do you think you are representing my interests, sitting as you are in my guest chair---with your legs crossed?"


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"Can't bring yourself to leave, can you?" Lex chuckled. "Of course you can't, no need to answer that." Approaching her, Lex locked gazes with Kara the moment she could tear herself away from what her body was desperately starting to demand, even if she didn't want to admit it by herself. Finally standing in front of her, well within her personal space, he placed his arms along her shoulders. "You will not leave," he said. It was a statement of fact, not a rhetorical thought or a demand. "You can't. You will find you don't want to."

Still with his hands on her shoulders, he forced her back to her knees, aided by how her bodily instincts were betraying her desire to leave. "Now. I believe I gave you orders earlier, Power Girl," he said. All amusement faded, replaced by the commanding voice backed by iron. "Prove to me that you are a good girl. Do what comes naturally to you." The grip on her shoulders tightened, even as his bulge pressed against her face. "Or I will put you back in the restraints."

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As he approached, Power Girl felt the severely uneasy feeling of imprisonment. It wasn't like usual, when she would be chained or locked behind steel doors or held down by some kind of alien energy beam. Those were all temporary. This was the kind of oppressive lurch one would feel in their stomach upon hearing metal bars ring out when they shut the first time for a life-long criminal sentence. Kara felt like she'd never be able to leave. that wasn't what made her uneasy, however. It was the purest sensed that she was beginning to enjoy- even want it. That is what made her want to fall to her knees and heave violently.

Her knees weren't for getting sick at that moment, however. Feeling his firm hands on her shoulders gave Kara the sense she'd been dreading she'd feel. It wasn't disgusting or even creepy. Deep in the core of her newfound being, Power Girl felt warmth and an overwhelming sense of being needed when she was pushed down in supplication. It was like getting a hot mug of cocoa from a parent. Looking up at Luthor and thinking of a father figure made Kara want to wretch once again... and at the same time, mewl. Her hands slid up his long, sinewy legs. She could feel the muscle even beneath his pants fabric. Lex was somewhat muscular and toned despite being simply human. He didn't hold a candle to her cousin, but who did?

The worst part of all of this was that it wasn't like the usual brain-washing or mind control. Either of those were much more simple. She'd either black out until she awoke in a disaster zone after a team mate finally stopped her and lifted the control, or she'd feel more like a silent, stationary movie-goer having to watch everything play out. Never had she felt so much while being so manipulated. Whatever he gave her was making Kara WANT- no, NEED to do these things. She wanted to scream. And perhaps she would later, if she was lucky.

Again the girl locked the man with a glare of defiance, but it was surely a comical sight. Her slender fingers deftly opened his pants and began to search for his manhood as if she were a whore working overtime. It didn't take long to get a firm grip on the long, throbbing member. Kara let the serpent spring free, nearly being slapped in the face. She opened her mouth more in astonishment than getting ready for the inevitable. Lex was... huge!  She'd been with a few men in her time, no doubt. And while he may have been beaten by Kal-el in physique, there was no denying Luthor was the bigger of the men in this arena. It wasn't hard to discern Superman's crotch size through those skin-tight costumes anyway.

Kara glanced up at Luthor, a look of pitiful surrender in her eyes this time. She leaned forward, kissing his thick cock head tenderly. She felt like a peasant being offered the chance to please a king. Her lips sank over him slowly, taking in his heat and musk in one long inhale. Immediately her big eyes closed as she indulged herself. God, he was so masculine...

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Lex observed Power Girl warring with her newfound instincts with detached fascination. He could tell that the original portion of her mind was fighting mightily against her desires, heavily amplified by the kryptonite solution. He could also tell, even before she fumbled to free his cock from his pants, that she failed. The initial look of resentment she shot him was that of impotent defiance, yet even that didn't last when she finally witnessed what her brain was pushing her towards in full. Mercy had much the same look initially as he'd broken her down as well, though the poor woman unfortunately couldn't come close to the look of sweet defeat in Power Girl's eyes.

"That's a good girl," he sighed in satisfaction as her lips made contact with his cock before beginning to swallow it outright. It had been an elegant solution, really: use the kryptonian's senses against her. They could seem to see and sense things with far greater acuity than humans could, so he ensured the solution would hone in on him. His scent, his physique... his cock. Soon, it would be the first thing she'd ever focus on with him. "That wasn't so difficult, was it?" he asked, running a hand through her hair like he would an obedient pet.

"I think you'll find the more you behave like a good girl," Lex said, firmly---but not forcefully, not yet---urging her to take more and more of him into his mouth by pressing against the back of her head, "the better you will feel. You should be feeling some of that right now, actually." He smirked again---he'd had plenty of women service him like this before, but seeing one of his hated foes doing so almost willingly made the experience far more pleasurable than her punch-drunk efforts would suggest. "Go ahead. Keep going. You will enjoy the sensations." He chuckled. "I guarantee that it will be hard to think about anything else."

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Already Power Girl's mind was awash with dark desires and indulgences the likes of which she'd never dreamed. She didn't think a moment on the fact that she was in some tower, or underground bunker, with the most devious man in Metropolis- possibly the world. All she wanted was to let herself go and continue her oral fascination with the beautifully throbbing organ in her mouth. She sank over Lex's dick slowly, feeling every vein and ridge with her lips and tongue. Kara began to suck on him, giving a low, soft moan of need. Her strong hands ran up his legs, holding on for support as her mind filled with Luthor's being.

Suddenly, for just a moment, her better judgment and will caught a leg up in the fight over her brain. She pushed at the man's legs and came away from his cock with a pop of suction. Kara stared, wide-eyed at the saliva-slick erection in her face, then up at the man it grew from. Her lips quivered in disgust at herself. How could she have done such a thing?!  And why did she want nothing more than to continue...? The moment of clarity was soon over. Power Girl's eyes softened and her lips stretched into a drunken smile. She replied simply, "Yes... sir..." and dove over him again. Her mouth filled with hard meat as her hunger for cock was more than renewed. Kara's arms snaked around Lex's legs and hugged him to her immense bust as she worked to get his dick down her throat. It was a tight fit, but she felt her esophagus finally give way.

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Lex stood firm, even as he could feel the desperate force Power Girl was exerting against him as she devoured his cock. But he couldn't stop grinning---he knew he had her now. From now on, thoughts of satisfying her new desires would always cloud her head, as urgent a need to her as breathing, sleeping and eating. All focused on his pleasure. He could see her eyes almost clear, her brain almost assert itself again... before her eyes utterly glazed over. There was no escape for her, not anymore.

He eagerly looked forward to rewatching this moment from the camera recordings too. The moment when a proud superheroine broke, descending into a cock-hungry whore. "Are you feeling it?" he asked. Lex was unable to stop himself from gloating. "Are you feeling the sympathetic reaction, Power Girl?" He paused, hiding the motion as considering his next words as he relished in how her lips and her tongue descended down his cock like a velvety vise. "The more you indulge your base desires, the more you feel it, straight to your core." He sighed in satisfaction as he felt her throat practically deform itself, just to match the shape and length of his cock.

Already he could feel that he wouldn't last long. But it wouldn't seem that way to her. "Don't fight it," he demanded, his voice filling her head like a pleasant, firm cloud. "You still have to prove you're a good girl, don't you?"


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Mr. Dan watched the babysitter as she spoke. Truly watched her. The evening had been a bust, but then nearly everything with his wife had been, lately. Maybe they were of two minds now. Maybe it was her fault. Maybe, possibly, it was his. Work was rubbish. Everything was driving its heel into his back and he didn't appreciate it.

Looking at Jenna, though, he could see something different. A youth, a vigor---no, not even a vigor. A foal testing the ground beneath its feet didn't really have 'vigor'. Life, certainly. Promise, hope, many other things, but it did not move fast enough or have the quickness of vigor. It was not ready to zoom off on its own. Needed, rather, to stick close by as it continued to test out the world.

"You're certainly fresh and... and innocent," he heard himself say. "Wonderful things about you, Jenna." He pounded another gulp of the bourbon and grimaced. The hardness of the liquor bashed against the softness of her presence. Boy, she really did look wonderful. To be a high school boy, thinking about the ruffle around her knickers...

"Do you ever want to go down to those places? It must be hard for you. Go with your friends? Party a little? Steal a little booze from the cabinet and nip away? I would, if I were your age. So many new things to experience. Just need the excuse to do it, right?" He chuckled, looking toward the stairs through the rim of his glass.

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Jenna blinked at him. Fresh and innocent? The words surprised her and seemed strange but all Jenna really did was open her mouth as if to reply and then closed them again. Maybe she didn't really know what an appropriate response was to that or maybe she just little it linger longer while she tried to decide if he was paying her a compliment or a reprimand. His voice seemed so… distant, like he was thinking about other things when he said it instead of the firm conviction of how he often made announcements. Fortunately, when he followed up with wonder things about you, that worry dissipated and a smile formed almost immediately. "Thank you." She replied, a little too shyly as a blush formed and her eyes dropped briefly.

Fortunately he continued with their actual conversation and her eyes lit up at the thought of going downtown. "I do want to go to those places. I mean maybe not the actual places themselves because I'm not really sure what I would do there or even know what I would like but with all the lights and walking the streets like you're there with a purpose." Her smile came easy again. "It's like the movies, like you belong there." At the mention of stealing alcohol, she hesitated a little. Of course she tried beer a few times and found it kind of bitter or sour, and wine which varied from bitter to kind of oddly sweet and then of course there a few cocktails but nothing like what Mr. Dan drank, the hard stuff in purposefully formed glasses which looked nearly as rich in liquid form as the bottles it came from. "Well you and your wife do so I can come over and watch your kids run around in the backyard like it's not way too cold for that. They were bundle up really good of course and their little noses were so bright red when I pulled them in I thought I would turn them off. Not that I didn't know what that was like. I didn't bring my warmest jacket so when I was out there I felt it too only they weren't..." Jenna paused realizing what she was about to say and kind of tried to veer away from it. "Well not my nose." She cleared her throat. "It's not that I can blame them. You have a nice big backyard. If the house next to yours wasn't so high it would be pretty secluded even with those trees you have."

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Dan stood. He was feeling frisky and displaced and his head was swirling with strange new ideas. On the other side, there was the start of a migraine he wanted to push away. "C'mere," he said. "Let's give you a little treat for a night's hard work. I know those two clowns upstairs can be a handful." He strode to the concealed drinks cabinet and started looking around, the picture of staid, comfortable masculinity. "Something harder, no? Have you ever had a little gin? I imagine bourbon's too much." He glanced over. "Or maybe not. Let's do it. Try it out."

He poured her a small amount into a snifter and came back. "Don't worry about taking the kids outside! Of course they need to run around! Get their energy out! Reminds me... Come, let's walk." He'd poured himself some of the same, a larger amount, and he took a large sip before turning to reload and took an even healthier bite. "Let's go outside for a second. I need to check on some things. Then I can drive you home. Okay?"

Outside, the backyard sprawled this way and that, everything concealed not only be large wooden fencing but by trees and a bench area and gazebo, before the playground and swing set could be seen. Clearly, the Dans had some money, their children quite lucky, too, for what was available to them. "Booze helps warm you up, no? Give it a shot. It's perfectly legal to consume under the supervision of an adult in the safety of a home, I'm sure. Don't worry about it. Just to give a little bit of a nice, healthy, shine." He chuckled, walking forward. "Say... with these ventures downtown and what not, only with other girlfriends? I'm sure you get the attention of boys quite a lot?" He seemed intent to press this button. He slid the sliding glass door shut behind them and stepped onto the patio.

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"Oh no!" Jenna kept her voice at reasonable volume but tried to emphasize a rejection of his claim. "The children are quite energetic but easily entertained outside, even in the cold." Jenna felt a pit in her stomach, one that told her not to speak of the children just now and one that suggested she ought to excuse herself. But this was exciting, and his command of his household, his ease of speaking of nights out and drinks and speaking to her about something other than the complications of stepping forward when what she really wanted to do was leap.

Jenna opened her mouth to speak, but before she gave an answer he answered his question himself and poured her a small amount in what she could only describe as a small glass. She took it and followed him outside. It was dark of course, the porch light and a few lights from high stories. The idea that the alcohol would warm her seemed silly. She'd had a little wine before, a few other sweet drinks and cocktails, so when she took a large drink, essentially mimicking his approach to the glass, it surprised her that it actually, the back of her throat, down into her belly and her eyes watered almost immediately. She managed to swallow and not gasp, though a light intake of breath became a requirement. It still took her a moment to recover and finally answer. "Uhh, well I have friend, she's taller, more into fashion and, well we get some attention but I'm not allowed to go out too late with these boys. They don't especially interest me that often either. I mean they're silly and we go to serious places, fine restaurants." With water still in her eyes, she gave a brief smile. "I guess you could say that couldn't really afford me at the moment."


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Just as Edward had wanted him to do, Crog lifted him easily by the hips and then press him back down upon his mammoth cock. Edward gave a soft grunt in the new position, feeling his guts shift differently with the thrust. The young man leaned forward and pressed an almost soft kiss to the croc's neck, feeling the heat of his body there. "Yes. Use my hole, please," Edward groaned out in a half whisper. He leaned back, his eyes meeting Crog's as the beast began to jackhammer his dick. Edward felt his hole battered by the quick assault. He pulled his legs up toward himself, bracing his hands on Crog's hips beneath him as he felt the dick inside him punch into his prostate several times. Edward did barely notice the change in the lizan's pace, but being as he had no experience, he merely thought Crog was just changing it up.

The blonde man felt Crog slam his entire cock inside, and what he felt next was new and oddly pleasurable. Warmth flooded him. He felt his fullness grow. At first it was pleasant, but he soon found the feeling uncomfortable. He grunted in a bit of pain as he shifted, feeling his abdomen bulge. He looked down at himself. He'd always been a lithe young man, but he noticed he had a small belly now. "Oh... oh fuck. Crog... I'm so full," he groaned in slight pain. Crog sat up, gripping him tightly as he was lifted while still impaled on that dick. Edward was carried outside, the cold air caressing his flesh. Having a moment to actually take notice, he looked down to see streaks of cum dripping down Crog's abdomen. He must have cum sometime throughout their rough coupling. The nibbles to his neck took his attention away, making him moan softly and actually giggle a little bit. He was laid down on some moss, his legs shifted to sit atop Crog's shoulders. Thrusting began again, and Edward groaned a bit louder now as the motion stirred the cum inside him, almost packing it into his guts. One particularly hard thrust produced a loud wet sound of cum squirting out around the beast's cock. "Ahh... oh god," Edward felt his guts move with Crog's thrust, his dick stabbing into him with a painful pleasure. He wasn't sure if he could take anymore cum from the beast as he felt so full, but he was too lost in the moment to even think about protesting.

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The lizard-man groaned in pleasure as he fucked the boy, looking down and noticing Edward's cum on his abdomen and smiling to himself. "See? Crog knew Human like it" He grunted---thick cum squirting out of the boy's stretched hole as he fucked him---the lizard-man reaching down and teasing the boy's nipples. The creature was in perfect rhythm with the boy, each thrust bouncing him off of the thick cock, followed by a squirt of cum from the boy's hole, before pulling back and thrusting in just as the boy's body settled. There was a low grunt of pleasure as the beast's pace began to pick up, leaning down and essentially folding the human in half as he pounded into the boy over and over---snarling in pleasure as he did so.

The beast re-adjusted himself, allowing him to grasp the human's cock in his calloused hand, squeezing and rubbing it with surprising care. "Edward cum again" He groaned out---almost a command as he stroked the human's shaft in time with his own thrusts. The beast continued pounding into the human like this for what felt like an eternity---the moss under them soaked with cum and sweat before the beast stopped thrusting  jerking the boy's cock with more concentration now---groaning out at the feel of the by's ass twitching around his shaft. "Cum"

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Edward arched his back into the rough teasing that Crog gave his nipples, biting his lip as a particularly harsh twist let a a jolt of pain run through him. The beast never stopped his rhythmic pumping into him though. His ass was a mess of cum as it gushed out around Crog's fat dick, spreading on the moss and drooling down his thighs beneath him. They were set in a perfect position. Each thrust brought Crog's dick deep into Edward, but the weight and power of the thrust bounced him back off the croc's dick only to repeat the process. Slowly, Crog eventually had the young man's ass in the air, his legs folded down onto himself almost in half.

The blonde young man let out a surprising gasp as his dick was grabbed by the large scaly hand. His eyes turned up to Crog, a nod of his head given as if he agreed and wanted to spill himself again. The stroking of his cock seemed almost practiced despite the brutes rough exterior. Crog stroked Edward in time with his cock entering. The motion continued for a long, long time. The peeking of first light began around them, and just as Edward felt his balls draw up, his orgasm beginning, he had finally noticed that the night was over. Cum spurted out of his cock and onto his own face, neck, and chest. His ass clenched around Crog's dick, massaging and coaxing it closer to another orgasm even though it would be messy. Edward was unsure of where all of Crog's cum would even go. Could he even take any more?  He finally noticed the light of day as he came down from his high, and the thought finally struck him. They'd been fucking all night.

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The lizard man smiled at the sight of Edward cumming hard all over himself---the beast picking up his speed as the morning's first light illuminated the pair. Crog gave a grunt as he suddenly pulled out of the boy---leaving Edward's gaping hole open to the air---the massive beast stroking his turgid pole while looking straight into Edward's eyes, finally giving a gasp and beginning to cum... And cum... Flooding the boy with the stuff, making Edward's own load seem puny in comparison. The lizard growled out, looking down at the seed-covered human before he squeezed the last few drops of cum onto the boy---his thick cock beginning to slowly die down. "Good boy... Rub into skin... Other Creatures know you protected" He grinned. He moved into his shack and soon came out with the boy's clothes, along with a new shirt. "Belong to Luke." He said. "Home?" The beast asked---pointing east, towards the boy's village. "Or off to see the world?" Crog asked, pointing North West, towards the mountains, a little disappointed that their time together was coming to an end. "Edward come see Crog again?" He asked with a smile, placing a large hand on the boy's cum-slick shoulder.

Crog smiled to the human, reaching down and lifting the boy up---still naked, and giving him a giant, almost crushing, hug. "Now Crog smell like Edward" He said with a chuckle, placing the boy back down before finally handing the boy his clothes.

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Edward held on tightly as Crog gave his final few thrusts before pulling free of the young man's body. He gave a grunt, feeling his stretched hole empty which had become an odd feeling to him. Edward looked up at Crog, their eyes meeting, and he let his lips part with his mouth opening as if to give Crog the notion to cum in his mouth. That was, of course, impossible without being messy. When Crog finally did unload, he spilled his seed all over Edward, not just in his opened mouth. Edward received a couple of hearty spurts of potent croc cum into his mouth. He swallowed them down with a deep moan, letting the remaining cum wash over his skin and coat almost his entire upper body and thighs. As Crog's abundant orgasm ended, Edward rubbed his chest slowly as if to massage it into his skin. He nodded to Crog, glancing at the large beast as he walked into the hut and returned with Edward's clothes.

He smiled to Crog, letting the beast help him up. Edward let himself be enveloped in the strong hug, pressing himself against the warm body of Crog. He took his clothes slowly and looked at them before looking at Crog. "I don't think I'm as brave as Luke. Going to see the world sounds daunting. I like my small town," he said looking toward the East. Edward turned back to Crog and stepped forward to nuzzle the beast's chest. "You scared me at first, Crog. I was unsure what you would do, but..." he paused and pulled back enough to look up into Crog's eyes. "...what we did... I liked it. Can... can I come see you again?"  Edward asked shyly.


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"Well done!", applauded Wonder Woman as the thief finished the long line of hands in front of them. "Thank you for the assistance and enjoy a productive time, dames! As for you, let's walk!"

Clicking again, as if calling a pet to her, the heroine straightened Lady Midnight up and yanked the rope, pulling her along as she began to strut on the edge of the pier. "One of my places is some ways off from here, uphill. People must surely be out enjoying such a splendid night. How are you feeling? Want me to show you off in public and spare yourself some humility later, or would you rather offer me added obeisance in private for the luxury of keeping a bit of your shame to myself, hmm? Also, has that thing made you cum yet?"

The amazon reached behind and played with the dildo, wiggling it inside her captive's ass.

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Lady Midnight stared at the ground as Wonder Woman said her goodbye, trying pretend this isn't really happening, and trying not to make little moans from the plug trembling in her ass. "You... you let them go? But you.. you do this to me?" She said, trying to sound strong, but instead the words came out as a little whimper.

With the heels on she couldn't walk very fast, even though she wished she could hurry and get this over with. Instead every step enforced the swaying of her hips, the bouncing of her breasts and... and the movement f the thing in her ass. "H... how do you think I'm feeling?" She hissed, "Humiliated, embarrassed, ashamed..."

She left out aroused, of course. There was no way this should be stimulating her like it was! And then there was another question to deal with. Whatever her reply was it would be humiliating... and there was no way to tell which was worse. After all, she'd expected this to be the lesser option than jail... "I'd rather be with you..." She moaned, "A... and no, I ha... haven't cum yet..."

Her juices were running down her thighs, but she'd managed to maintain some control. Having the plug wiggled in her ass made that so much harder and she squealed again, rising on her tiptoes to try and avoid the stimulus as it brought her oh so close to a messy climax...

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"Of course I'm doing this to you, little bitch. You deserve it..."

Wonder Woman smiled as she said those words, pressing her nose romantically into the side of Lady Midnight's face. She then leaned into the captive's ear, allowing her warm breath to fall upon its lobe. She whispered: "You are a worthless slut. Not even fit to lick my boots." Then, with a wink and a tug of the rope, the amazon made a clicking sound with her tongue, as if beckoning a pet. She continued to walk along the pier, spanking the dildo whirring inside the thief's ass for good measure. "Your juices are likely to trail all the way to the promenade. Imagine the press writing about that particular feat!"

The Purple Moon, as it was unofficially called, rose some distance from the pier. One had to walk up the streets trailing the cliffside that faced the ocean, eventually reaching a vantage secluded by trees from the rest of the city. It was not a great separation, and one could at times glimpse at the lights, sounds and smells of the popular tourist boulevards through the small forest. The place itself was a famous gathering area for same-sex couples, women in particular, and that night was no different from the usual. Goth, business and casual, innocent and slutty, the ladies gazed at the ocean. Some stood by the concrete railing framing the walkway's edge, others sat on benches under the crowns of trees or strolled along the alleyways leading in and out of the forest. It was a serene and welcoming gathering, quiet aside of giggling and the occasional warm whisper or sloppy kiss. Wonder Woman's voice was like thunder, as she approached with her prize: "Evening, ladies! May we join you?"

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Lady Midnight wasn't sure what she did deserve. Prison time possibly... but not this abject humiliation she was receiving. It was far too late to back out now, but a prison sentence now seemed like the better option. There was no way she could resist the intimate way Wonder Woman lent into her, whispered into her ear, making her squirm... the tone of the voice almost sensual, seductive, with the words deeply unsettling.

She didn't respond, and tried to keep her silence as she tottered behind the amazon, trying desperately to keep some form of control. Trying to resist the humiliating climax that continually threatened to overcome her. Trying to keep from moaning...

The little thief became increasingly desperate as the walk continued, on and on... any attempt to stop and regain control was met with a sharp tug of the leash. It meant she paid little attention to where they were going, only that the walk seemed to take forever. She was barely aware of their location, when her captor stopped and shouted.

At the sound of her voice everyone stopped to look at them, at her... and with a despairing moan, she climaxed, wobbling on the heels until they collapsed beneath her and she sank to her knee's still cumming, but unbearably humiliated.

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"My girlfriend... she's a bit of an exhibitionist...", said Wonder Woman, smiling innocently at the audience. She opened her legs and posed with the rope held behind her back, mesmerizing the gathering with her bright eyes. "I promised that for her birthday I'd give her the best orgasm a woman could dream of, and an audience to witness it."

"That's so sweet of you!", came a voice from the group, and the ladies cheered and clapped, unaware of what was truly happening. "She's exhausted. May we rest a bit on one of the benches? Thank you!"

No sooner did the amazon ask, that a place was already cleared for her, with trees rustling gently above and ocean stirring to the farthest of one's view. The heroine bent over and shortened her hold of the lasso, yanking Lady Midnight up. "My love, it looks like you are still having contractions. That must have been a terrific climax!"

Slowly walking the captive towards the bench, Wonder Woman plucked the sign that had been attached to the end of the dildo, spelling SLUT in a purple lettering. She waved it towards the women with a half-embarrassed look, and whispered: "She loves dirty language..."

The confession brought new cheers and applauds from the spectators, and the heroine finally sat Lady Midnight down. She pressed herself next to the thief, such that their thighs squeezed together. Her arms wrapped around the woman's frame and she nudged her face lovingly, putting soft kisses on her cheek and along the jawline. One hand slipped discretely between her legs, fondling the misplaced panty and her quivering lips. The bystanders gathered around them, and when Wonder Woman approved discretely with a nod, they pulled out their phones.

"Of course you can film or take photos! I think you can even join us! Would you like that, love?"

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Lady Midnight could only tremble in humiliation as Wonder Woman pretended this was all her game... all her wish. She could only kneel, trembling, feel her juices dripping down her thighs as her captor got the crowd onside. One bit was true, the little thief was exhausted, the capture, the transformation, the walk, and most of all trying to suppress the humiliating orgasm had all drained her strength.

She groaned as she was forced upright, and Lady Midnight quivered as the powerful woman examined her still trembling form. The worst thing was that.. it had, it had been an epic climax, and the aftershocks were still running through her. Humiliated she could only nod in agreement, allowing herself to be lead to the bench, feeling the hateful sign being removed.

On the bench there was no respite, the powerful superheroine kept her body close, and her gentle teasing made the thief's sensitized skin feel oh so good. And the hand between her thighs... for a moment it felt like they really were lovers. And.. and that wouldn't have been so bad...

But then pictures? Her eyes went wide, and she looked at Wonder Woman in horror. Surely not? But what could she do...


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Marcus dutifully brought his boot down on the lenses, then looked back at Makenna. The crestfallen look in her eyes and her wan smile twinged at something in him, and he put his hand gently on her shoulder to give her a reassuring squeeze. "I'll keep an eye on the beacon," he promised her, then frowned as she walked away from him wordlessly. He watched her for a few minutes from the middle of the workroom, before he walked over to the bench and sat down beside her.

"So is Rivera actually your name?" he asked, resting his elbows on his thighs and lacing his fingers. "Is that what has you looking so worried?" He frowned. For some reason, seeing the girl who had been so boisterous and animated so far, now so sullen, was disconcerting to him. It just didn't feel right. "What's on your mind, Makenna?" he asked gently.

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Glancing up as he settled down beside her, Makenna studied him intently. They barely knew each other. A day at best, yet he was asking her to trust him with her biggest secret. Granted there were plenty of people who knew who she really was, but there was only one person she had confided in since she left that life. The man whose name she now bore, and was light years away.

If Marcus was going to turn her in, he'd have done it by now, and this made her trust him to an extent. "Willis is my alias, that's what is on my chit. Only those closest to me know me as Rivera. That's twenty or so people." Hopefully he will accept this for what it was. The truth of the last twelve years.

"The details on the beacon are too... accurate. I had the hood of my cloak up before I stepped off my ship. I never took it down while I was in port, the short time I had it down was in the middle of the junkyard." He would know there were no cameras there. "I know how to pass cameras being seen, but not being seen." She continued to study him. "The only person who has been close enough to me since I arrived, to see my features and my eyes, is you. I have history with Buxton, and admittedly going to the authorities isn't Olin's usual way of doing things, but I figure Buxton has done it to put the heat on to make it difficult to move about just now. His description of my eyes would be these ones." She lifted her hand to her face "He knows these ones, not the blue ones."

She lowered her hand and glanced down for a minute then back up at Marcus. "I wear the lenses permanently, the only time I take them out is in the privacy of my cabin. I think someone close to me may be feeding GDF the information. If the beacon updates to Rivera then I'll know I'm right and not being paranoid." Another rueful smile as she confided her thoughts.

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Marcus noted that Makenna didn't actually answer his question, and he took that as a rebuke in itself. He frowned as she explained her concerns about her internal betrayal, and shook his head grimly. "That's not good," he said, "We'll need to come up with a new plan. If you've got someone leaking information on you, then I don't think we're going to be able to wait weeks for your ship to come back." He stood up and began to pace. "And you're going to need to stop playing it so close to the vest," he added, "If you give me the comm encryption frequency for your ship, I can open a point-to-point channel so we don't have to worry about eavesdropping," he suggested, tipping his own hand. The inner workings of communication security wasn't exactly common knowledge among mechanics and tinkerers.

He turned to face Makenna and frowned. "So what's it going to be? Are you going to trust me, or just wait here until they storm the place and grab us both?"

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We? Makenna watched Marcus as he stood and started to pace. She couldn't help wondering when they had become a we, when they barely knew each other. As was evident by his rebuke about her keeping things close to her chest. Then her brows shot up when he asked for the Nomads encryption frequency. "I'm obviously not the only one with secrets." She muttered.

When he turned to face her again and asked what they were going to do, she studied him for a moment. "As I said I could just be paranoid." But her instincts were saying otherwise and she usually went with her instincts. "What if that person is on my ship?" Although the crew considered themselves a family, Makenna still didn't fully trust them. She tended to keep herself to the fringes of fully immersing herself into that family.

She nibbled on her lower lip in thought, then glanced up at Marcus again "Can you send a coded message directly to my ship? There is only one member of my crew I trust with my life." The workings of the point to point encryption went way over her head, but if she could get a message to Wye, he'd know what to do. Her eyes moved back to Marcus's "Evidently your tinkering extends beyond gyro-stabilizers and system cores. After the coded message is there a way to open a communications channel that someone else on the ship can't detect?"

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Marcus considered her question for a moment. "I can scramble the carrier wave so that no one can tell where the signal is coming from, and the encrypted signal will make sure that no one can eavesdrop, but hiding the channel from someone else on the ship can't detect?" He shrugged and stroked his beard thoughtfully. "If they're paying attention to the communication system, they'll be able to know that somebody is talking to somebody. There's no real way to hide the channel entirely from someone at the far end." He gestured for Makenna to follow him, then left the workshop through the side door that led to his small living quarters.

He sat down in front of his terminal and opened the chassis, so that he could reconfigure the internal components to utilize the necessary encryption protocols they'd need. "If the one you trust has his own encryption identifier, then we won't have to worry about someone else picking up the phone," he suggested as he swapped out a pair of small logic boards. "But if you don't know it, you'll just have to take your chances contacting the ship itself."

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So, no hiding any calls to the Nomad so she could talk to Wye directly. All these years, of preparing for this ever happening, and Makenna realized she'd never really thought about how she would communicate directly with Wye. He'd been the one to come up the coded messages, if they were needed, but she'd never questioned why they had to be coded. Now she knew.

She followed Marcus into his living quarters, her gaze giving it a cursory sweep without taking too much in, before she stood behind and to the left of him as he fiddled with the communications terminal. "If he has one I don't know it." She responded to the request for Wye's personal encryption id. "Whenever I've needed to talk to him in private we've always been in the ship and we know where we can talk without being overheard."

As reluctant as she was to give him the Nomad's identifier, Makenna knew she needed Marcus's help and to get that help she needed to show him she trusted him. Once he opened the channel she told him what to send: 'Qpttjcmf npmf pocpbse. Dpoubdu jo 2 ebzt. Tfoe Fodszqujpo je'. Marcus's scowl told her exactly what he thought of the gibberish she was making him send. "Wye will decipher it. It says possible mole on board, will attempt to make contact in 2 days and to send his encryption ID. If he's in the cockpit on his own it won't take him long to reply."

Her hand rested on Marcus's shoulder and she gave him a reassuring squeeze. "Wye came up with the coding if something like this should ever happen. If one of the crew has turned on me, he will need time to figure out who it is." She dropped her hand from his shoulder and took a step back. He had been warm, and the flex of his muscles beneath her fingers had been oddly comforting. "I think we should be okay for a couple of days, even if the beacon gets updated with my name. We just need to go over the details of my cover story of being your niece."

Moments later, as predicted, Wye replied. Makenna stepped closer to peer over Marcus's shoulder to read the gibberish out loud. "On it! I'm sure you recognize the rest."


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Tim watched as Katie licked each of his fingers clean and then kissed them. She suckled them suggestively and never let her gaze part from his whilst at the same time her hips rolled rubbing her dripping pussy on his cock. He was not sure he could rise to the occasion again so quickly and for a fleeting moment wondered if he had met his match in the sex department. He also wondered how the two of them had not noticed this side of each other after all those years.

And like her by this point he was mostly sober and thinking clear. This was a relationship and not a simple screw and there was no doubt about it. That in turn brought all kinds of logistics to mind such as the fact distance separated them since Katie had moved away, but those were thoughts for another time.

As their hips lightly rolled together Tim dropped his hands to either side of her head and looked down at her. It brought his cock and her pussy more tightly into contact but he wanted to clean up before they went at it again and there were much more comfortable places to fuck than the floor. "Lets take this to your room and I need to cleanup some first as well." Then he pressed a kiss to her lips before he sat back, then stood and offered Katie a hand up.

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It was times like this that having two bathrooms came in handy. Getting cleaned up sounded good. Katie was covered in sweat and a little blood as well. She could also feel the mixture of their essence drying where it had leaked out leaving her sticky. She took Tim's hand and smiled as she got up. "I think I will get cleaned up as well. I must look terrible right now," she said with a giggle. She was a little unsteady on her feet at first. Her legs were still a bit wobbly thanks to him. She hurried to the downstairs bathroom and shut the door.

Once she was inside she stopped and took a look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, so was her make up. That wasn't what she was so curious to see. She wanted to see the marks he left upon her flesh. Her fingers gingerly traced over the first wound he had inflicted as she smiled. There was no doubt in her mind that it would be visible for quite some time. She doubted that she would even try to cover it when she went out. Tim had done this to her and it was like a badge of honor, at least in her mind. She then took a look at her breast. She lightly touched that wound as well. Both spots were a bit tender, but that would soon be forgotten.

Katie took the quickest shower of her life, wrapping the towel around her body and scurrying up to her bedroom quickly. She didn't want to risk the change of Tim falling asleep while she lollygagged in the bathroom. She was happy to see that he was not there. She certainly did not want to keep him waiting. Katie threw back the covers and crawled into her queen-sized bed. She sprawled out comfortably as she waited for her lover to return to her.

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Tim studied her a second until Katie got her legs under her. He noticed she seemed to have a few more giggles in her than normal as well and he chalked it up to a nervous reaction. It made him smile slightly as he watched her scurry off and then he headed to the other bathroom. He had not planned to shower, but when he heard the water kick on in her bathroom he decided it was a good idea. It also gave them both a bit of a chance to re-charge.

Being a guy he figured he had plenty of time because everyone knew how long a woman took in the bathroom. So Tim did not get in any hurry at all. He just used a bar of soap on hair, body, and everything. It also made his cock a bit more sanitary considering they had crossed the anal barrier. Once he was done he stepped out of the shower and dried off and did not bother with a towel or anything.

He just walked to Katie's bedroom completely naked. And then he stopped, he was more than a little surprised to see her already there and in bed just as naked as he was. He soon stepped toward the edge of the bed and reached down and toyed with her pretty, red, hair. "I am impressed and surprised, never had a  woman get through a shower faster than me before." The pause at the edge of the bed gave him a chance to look her over and he really liked what he saw. Of course it also gave her a chance to do the same. The marks he had left on her indeed showed how worked up the both of them had gotten.

Then he slid into the bed and faced her wiggling closer as one of his legs hooked over her hip and her breasts brushed his chest. There was just something about two naked bodies in a bed that felt utterly wonderful. "So did you miss me?" He asked as he gave her chin a little kiss as their bodies pressed together and he could already feel her heat against his swiftly recovering cock.

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Katie watched as he walked into her bedroom for the first time. Her eyes roamed over his freshly washed, naked form as he moved toward the bed. She giggled and replied, "Well, I didn't want to keep you waiting." The worry that things would feel awkward once the sex-fueled haze had worn off melted away almost instantly. It felt far too natural for her to be nervous about that now. It was as if this was always meant to be.

Katie felt her pulse quicken as he slid his leg over her hip. Lying there next to him felt so perfect. "Yes I did" She blushed. It was crazy. After the intensity and depravity of their fuckfest in the living room just a short time before, he still made her blush. It would become increasingly clear that there was so much more to this than just the physical. She felt butterflies in her stomach as his body pressed against hers. She bit her bottom lip. "How about you? Did you miss me?" She moved in closer, feeling that sweet rush of nervous energy that always struck right before an intimate act in a new relationship.

She could feel his manhood awakening once again as it pressed against her. She could smell the scent of the soap he used on his skin as she leaned in and kissed him once again. This time it wasn't that frenzied drunken horny kiss but just as passionate as it had been when they first arrived back at her home.

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"Yes, I did" Tim answered when their lips parted. He moved his leg across her hip because at this point it was doing more to keep them apart. Though in the process his thigh slid between hers and pressed against her intimately. Their bodies moved of their own accord and his hand slid down her back to her tight ass. A small grin creased his lips "though staying awake driving home tomorrow might be challenging."

The fact he had a couple hour drive to their mutual home town was more than a bit of a downer. But he did his best not to think about it. Especially now that they had taken the edge off, but there was still clear affection as well as desire there. If it was lasting was something that only time would tell, but they had known one another so long that it would probably be more shocking if it did not last.

Of course the break during the work week might be good. At the rate that they were going Tim was not going to be able to function in a sexual manner for some time.

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Katie bit her lip, knowing that she certainly did not want to have anything happen to him on the way home. Part of her wanted to convince him to stay longer, but that would never work. The man had an incredible work ethic and she knew he wouldn't simply take time off to stay in bed. "Well then, maybe we should get some sleep. I wouldn't want you to wreck or anything" She said affectionately. She kissed him softly on the lips once more.

The idea of lying in bed together was satisfying on her own. Sleep would not come easily for her as her mind was still racing despite being a little tired. She had not wanted to think about him leaving but she knew that it was coming. She had no idea where this was going but she knew that what she felt for him was much more than sexual. Part of her knew that there was something there, Katie also felt a hint of fear that he did not feel the same.

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Tim drew a deep sighing breath, he was a young man and he really wanted to forgo sleep for more sex. But he was past that just on his own crazy streak that about everyone goes through. So discretion became the better part of valor and he brushed his lips back across hers. "Yeah maybe sleep is the best plan. Though next weekend is your weekend to come see me." He figured that would ease her mind about this being a one night stand.

Besides there was something really enticing about curling up with her naked. It just felt wonderful to have their bare skin pressed together. Tim closed his eyes but it was indeed going to take a while for him to at last manage to drift off to sleep.


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Blake was dressed in an understated suit, but one still obviously too expensive for him to fit in at the all-night breakfast place where he sat, waiting for Talia to make the drop as they'd earlier agreed. It was true enough that he wanted a particular piece of outmoded robotics for one of his current projects, but he was just as interested in enticing the cat-girl into his employ. She had guts and talent, and it was about time somebody made proper use of it.

Blake's bodyguard stood outside, his back to the hover limo and his arms crossed, looking thoroughly annoyed from the tight lift of his shoulders to the even harder line of his mouth, but still poised and ready to leap to Mr. Carmichael's defense if anyone even looked at his employer the wrong way.

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Talia walked into the building to find her employer. She had carefully wrapped the items in wrapping paper after putting them in a carefully packed box. The sun would be rising soon so she had to be quick about this. After walking in, keeping her suit on to hide her face from her employer, she sat at his table and held out the box "Happy Birthday" the artificial voice modulator in the suit's helmet made her voice come out sound a hell of a lot mature and seductive then her voice naturally did, she set the machine herself, she found it suited her thief persona better.

She quietly awaited her payment after handing over the box, he would probably open it first but it didn't really bother her, the goods were safe and inside. "Hope you like it" as she said this she was looking around, making sure there weren't any cops, she hated when people led her into traps. Her tail twitched, she was defiantly on edge, even her employer could see this, she was a bit paranoid but worked good, which was why so many people sought her for work despite her high costs, usually charging a set amount for the risk of the job and however much energy she used or damage she had taken. She held out a piece of paper in the guise of a card, inside was the price for the job with the extras, which wasn't much due to how little effort she had to expend.

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Blake's lips curled upward in a satisfied sort of smile as he saw Talia enter the dingy little restaurant, then the smile became a more genuine expression of bemusement. A birthday gift as cover for the hand-off! It was just strange enough that several patrons, initially curious, had looked away again, shrugging at the uptowners playing their silly slumming games.

For a heartbeat, as she sat down, he fingered the disrupter in his pocket. He thought he'd set it correctly to shut down the powered suit Talia wore, but he wasn't sure if it would work. Both hands came to rest on the table by the time she was fully in the chair on her side. Better to try to persuade her the conventional way first.

"You remembered," he purred, his voice halfway to a caress, then reached out, almost touching her arm before drawing back to the box. "I'm sure I will, if you found it for me." He did open the box, just enough to recognize what was in it, then smiled after a quick glance confirmed the item. "I couldn't have chosen something better if I'd picked it out myself."

After looking at the card, he nodded and pulled a slender wallet out of the inner breast pocket of his suit jacket. Instead of opening it right away, however, he leaned toward her, murmuring so softly she'd likely need to use the suit to hear him, "What say I triple it as a hiring bonus if you sign on to work for me."

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Talia remained still, ready to harm him when she saw his hands near her arm. At his comment of signing on she shook his head, replying in a similar hushed voice "Sorry, sir. I only do things like that for beautiful women" she held out one hand "The money. Now" it wasn't a request but a demand.

Below the tinted visor she was glaring at him, her normally expressive eyes cold and angry, she didn't like men who tried to control her. Her tail's irritable twitching increased as she began to suspect something would go down between her and this man and she began to regret her decision not to get a real weapon, she supposed she'd have to deal with the stunning shocks her suit could administer if he tried anything.

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For an instant, something flashed across the depths of Blake's dark eyes, but it was gone without a trace so quickly afterward that many observers would never have seen it at all. He shrugged, giving every reasonable appearance of nonchalance, then opened his wallet to reveal a checkbook.

"As you wish, but you're turning down an exceptional opportunity," he replied, his voice almost indifferent in tone, hiding the anger well enough to fool the restaurant patrons around them. "I have the facilities for you to perfect your skills, for one thing. Did you even realize, I wonder, that you'd triggered an alarm?"

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Talia gave a shrug, an irritable growl uttering from her throat "Can't be perfect all the time" she hissed "Now give me the money" she could destroy these things he had wanted her to get in a second if she wished. She slammed one metal coated fist on the table "Now give me the money and leave me be!" short tempered it seemed, she would be getting the attention of people here, that would be bad for business.

The claws on her hand were out, digging into the wood of the table and she would not hesitate to use them on this vile man, he disgusted her strongly, she just wanted to be rid of him so she could go home and rest before morning came.


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The escort took a sip of her cocktail, then a swallow, glad to have put a good amount of alcohol within. Feelings stirred within her that were different than usual at this time---usually she felt hopeful the assignation would go swiftly, end swiftly, and fearful it would not. The feeling of a man's cock inside her, as a stranger, was never entirely something she could get used to.

With Katheryn, it was different, and she wasn't quite sure why. Certainly the woman was pleasant. Famous, of course, but even if she wasn't... "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Skabeeva. Not a secret, though, it seems, on your Wikipedia page. Wasn't Judy Garland really Francis Gumm, from Iowa or whatever it was? I used to love the hell out of Wizard of Oz. I suppose we all think we're wearing the ruby slippers."

Of course, she took the mention of the name as an invitation to open up, herself. "My name is Lauren, since we're sharing. Of course it isn't Jewel, but there's always... men appreciate the veneer, and then when you get closer, you say, 'Oh, but my real name is Kendra... or Desiree,' something that's still a little exotic, and they always buy it. But my name's really Lauren."

She gave a shy smile, then clinked their glasses. "Now what? Katheryn's the real name? Do you want a foot massage? Give me one? Take a bath together? Dance to some music?"

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Katheryn smiled at the mention of the Wizard of Oz "Have you tried watching it using Pink Floyd?" she chuckled "And yes, she was." Katheryn sighed "My favorite actress is Greta Garbo, so I watched most of her films. Always wished I was like her. Cold, aloof, but beautiful."

She blinked at the revelation of Jewel's true name. "I am pleased to meet you too Lauren." that was quite the something that the girl did. Revealing your true name to a client, quite the step. From what she knew escorts kept their identity private for their own safety. Well unless she was assuming the role of Lauren, though it sounded sincere, so probably that was her true name.

"A beautiful name." she smiled. "Ekaterina is the real name." Katheryn giggled "But Katheryn is easier to pronounce for the English speaking audience." she blushed "All of that?" Katheryn giggled rather girlishly "I mean, we can start with some slow dancing and after we have some fun on the bed, we can take a bath, massage each other's feet?" she blushed and looked away again.

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Lauren was nervous and trying not to show it. At this point, normally men wanted to get it in. Maybe take some time; the worst of them would get out their laptops or cell phones and make ostentatious 'work calls' this late at night. Check their portfolios or whatever the fuck. Women... it was settling things down, almost making a nest, getting everything copacetic. With Katheryn she was even more nervous, because Katheryn was scorching and she wanted to see what it was like.

But Katheryn was a virgin at this and Lauren nearly was, too. She stood. "I won't put Pink Floyd on," she said in a sultry voice. "That's not too kinky. But... something else?" Wandering over to the entertainment system hidden behind a veneer, she crouched until she could figure it out, then found a playlist. "Sade? It's before my time, but she's so sexy... and..."

Once the first tune filled the space, she unzipped her dress, letting it hang loose on her shoulders as she walked to the closet, finding two robes. "I'm just putting these on the bed. We can wear them if we'd like, the foot massage idea. We can take a bath together, wear them after. But right now, stand up for me. Come here and let's be two women dancing together for a little."

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Katheryn chuckled "I used to think that The Great Gig in the Sky was very erotic..." she smirked "But then I found out that the song was about death." she chuckled again and shook her head. "Sade is good." Katheryn nodded and stood up.

She picked the glass and took a sip, her mouth was running dry again. She also needed some of that "liquid courage". Her heart was racing, but she was okay with that. She was here to try something she wanted to do and Jewel... Lauren seemed like the perfect partner for that.

Katheryn smiled and stepped towards the young woman. She tentatively reached and placed her left hand on Lauren's hip "I am all yours, Lauren." she smiled. "Let us dance and then help me explore and hopefully turn a new chapter in my life..." she said, hopefully that did not sound too cringy.

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Lauren took Katheryn in her arms and lead the dance a little, seeking to hide the fact that she wasn't terribly good at this part---leading a woman in a slow dance---but then, reminding herself that the superb quality of the slow dance wasn't the point, it was the physical contact, the scent of a lady, the softness...

"A new chapter in your life," she murmured, their faces close together, nearly into the movie star's ear. "That sounds wonderful."

It sounded terrifying, actually. She wouldn't admit this, but the notion of transforming this woman's desires, whether for herself or for everyone knowing, anything, all of it, was frightening. Of course, Lauren didn't create these desires, but being the first? She trembled.

But---shaking this off, she twirled the blonde lightly with an outstretching arm, then back, but didn't allow them to come back into a clench. Instead she held the star at semi-arm's length, staring into her eyes, trying to command her, before reaching out to her waist and drawing her forward. Now was the time.

"Come here, Katheryn," she uttered, wetting her lips, her mouth moist. Her fingers were tugging her closer, bit by bit, and then she, with her lips slightly parted, tilted her head and closed her eyes only at the last, when she knew sweet contact would be made, and felt them, two women, as they pressed their lips together in a kiss.

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It felt awkward having to dance with Lauren. She had danced with other women before. But not like this. Not so intimate and close. She wondered how the young woman felt about the whole thing? Hopefully she was enjoying at as much as Katheryn was...

Being handled by Lauren made the actress smile. Things were moving forward at a pace that she could manage. A nice mixture between fast and slow. Their first kiss felt rather cinematic. As if from a film. Katheryn was grateful for that. It was something that she was familiar with. Something she had practiced before. But at the same time it was different.

Katheryn pressed herself to Lauren, her eyes semi-closed, feeling the softness of her lips. The tip of her tongue tentatively poking out as an invitation for Lauren's to come out and play.

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Lauren had the same thought as her 'Jane,' thinking about screen kisses and how they must be in person, how they are acted out, and a couple were called to mind from the actress's distinguished career. All men, however.

The lushness of the woman's body, the closeness, the scent: the escort truly enjoyed this more than with most men, and she pressed her body murmuringly into Katheryn's arms, each to each, neither controlling the moment, simply feeling the press of feminine lips to each other, until she sensed Katheryn opening her mouth deliciously---wonderfully.

Adeptly, Lauren turned her head slightly and opened her own mouth, instinctively allowing each other access to the sweetest of tongue-play; and soon the tips touched, with a bolt of electricity that was always marvelous, sending blushes over her skin as she let the tips lash together for a few seconds. A guttural moan emitted from her throat as her hand clenched deeper into the fabric at her client's back.


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Shiro overheard the entire conversation Hina had, and he could hear the disappointment, annoyance, and sadness in her voice as she jokingly asked if he had that much money lying around. In all honesty, he carried close to double that every day, just in case he wanted to go out afterschool. Being an otaku wasn't cheap, after all! His parents didn't really seem to mind---he was a very spoiled kid growing up, but as he'd entered high school he had become more dependable and careful with his purchases. It also helped that he didn't cause them problems.

His thoughtful spending might be coming to an end.

He mulled over her rhetorical question she had posed, and shortly after she took her seat, he pulled out a sheet of paper. He began to scribble a note. "Hina, I think I can help you with your phone problem. I do have some extra money I can give you, as long as you help me out. If you're interested, just text me." He wrote his phone number and folded up the note. As he finished his meal, he collected his trash and stood up, walking past her desk to toss out the trash. On his way back he dropped the note on her desk, making sure she would see it.

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Hina began to eat and look out the window as she was thinking that maybe she should get a part time job during the summer instead of going to her grandparents to help out. She took another bite and heard and saw the small piece of paper that was dropped at her desk. She took it and watched him return to his own desk before opening up the note and reading what it said. She folded it back up and just put it in her pocket and continued eating. Letting her mind wander about different topics until she had to go home.

Hina sighed and took off her shoes when she got home. Going up to her room and plopped on her bed, her face dug into her soft pillow. Her small black kitten surprised to be woken up by softly bouncing from her sleeping area. With a soft sigh the girl got up and took her long raven hair from her ponytail. Stripping off her clothing down to her thigh highs and underwear. Tossing her school uniform to the side and seeing that small piece of paper from earlier fall out. She got up to go get that paper, looking at the number and debating texting her classmate.

Whats the worse that could happen? She typed in his number and then sent him a quick message, "Hey its Hina. From class. I guess I'm interested."

She hesitated but sent it. Then got a graphic tee shirt on of her current favorite anime and tucked it into a solid black pleaded skirt. She decided while waiting for that text she'd open her hand me down laptop and read the next post of her favorite web comic. She laid on her stomach and enjoyed her web comic.

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Shiro honestly didn't expect much from the interaction with Hina. It seemed all too easy, surely asking a girl to message him for money would raise some sorts of flags that would make her not interested. He hadn't really had many texts from girls in the first place, but he had at least given the offer. It was better than nothing!

He thought about it as the day passed, imagining how the conversation with her might so if she did reply. Many ideas ran through his mind, and after school he quickly made his way home in case she would text him. He sat down at his desk and began to search the web, looking over some anime forums and reading reviews about what series he might try next. He had just started reading about a sequel series to one of his favorite ecchi series when he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. He fetched the device out and read the short message across the screen; a smirk crossed his lips.

He quickly typed up a reply after saving her contact info. "Hey Hina, it's Shiro. Thanks for messaging back. I've got a few ideas on how you can help me, just keep in mind this stays between us. I promise I'll pay a lot!" He typed, pressing send. He waited a few moments before typing a second message.

"This will probably sound weird, but keep in mind it's for the Holo. I want you to send a picture of your panties." Before he pressed send, he switched over to a pay app, searching for her phone number and sending it 10000¥, around $95. She seemed to have an account, so hopefully she'd get the notification before she read his message. He went back to his texting app and pressed send.

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Hina tossed a chip into her mouth and leaned in as two people from her favorite ship were getting a little closer. They were walking down the road together and their hands were brushing against each others. Hina could feel her heart about to jump and she could feel her inner fangirl about to squeal at the intentional tease the author did for this issue. She heard a ding from her phone just in time. Scrolling down as their hands were basically against one another. Damn author of course leaving her fans in suspense for another week. Hina's forehead hit the pillow as she sighed in frustration.

She put her head up and grabbed her phone seeing that money was sent to her. Her heart skipped a beat and she was a bit confused until she read the text message which instantly made her blush. She wanted to text him back that she was out but then she read the part about the Holo. She put her phone down for a moment and thought about it... As long as she doesn't put her face in the picture... no one will really know... She rolled over on her back and stared at the message for a moment. Her legs were pushing together from being shy and the request. She aimed her camera down and took a quick picture. Looking over the picture for a quick moment to see if her face was in the photo. Before she could back out, she sent the picture and then threw her phone to the side, putting her face in her hands in embarrassment. The picture was blurry and out of focus. Shiro could get the idea of what she sent, but because her phone was so old. The quality of the picture was not the best at all.

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Shiro wasn't quite sure what to expect from her. She very well could have ignored the message and returned the money, or just kept it at that point. This was his first time doing something like this, and even though he had planned it out in his head, it all seemed like something out of one of the many doujinshi he owned. He had actually picked one up from his desk, replacing it with his phone as he waited for her response. He had managed to snag something from his favorite circle over the past weekend, but he hadn't had a chance to read it.

Right after he had started peering down the third page of the black and white doujin, he heard his phone vibrate on the desk. He picked up his phone, and as he opened the notification, his eyes widened at the photo Hina had sent. He almost dropped his smutty book as he used the hand to zoom in on the photo. He spied her garters, the stockings, her panties... even with the blurry photo. It was clear her phone wasn't great at all, but this just made it clear he had to help her. He clicked save on the photo---definitely not wanting to lose that later on---and began to type up a reply.

"Wow, Hina, I never noticed how nice your thighs are. I'd love to see more! Can you pull up your skirt some more?" He said, very obvious in his wording that he was excited by this. However, his 'excitement' made him quite open for her to ask for more money.

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She couldn't believe she actually did that. What a weird feeling, she never thought she'd do something like that. Then again, she never really took pictures on her phone for the whole time owning her phone. Probably because her mother borrows her phone at times as well... wait... maybe she shouldn't be taking photos like this in the first place.

Hina deleted the picture from her phone and got another text. She read it and blushed again. She thought about what to text back, keeping the message on read for a few minutes before texting back. "I don't think I should be taking pictures like this on my phone. My mother borrows it sometimes... is there somewhere we can meet so you can take pictures with your own phone?" She sent the message and put her phone down to look through her list of web comics she needed to go through.


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Amanda giggled soundly with the playful slap on her firm and round rear. Nature has gifted her with indecent beauty, and she knew it, and knew how to use and abuse it. Grabbing her purse, and stuff, like her father said, she mused down, and inquired with humor in response to his comments and questions

"Did you finally bought the whole bondage gear to keep me well tied up, gagged, cuffed and vibed during the travel dad?" she winked naughtily, wishing to see a big shocked expression on his face, for this very indecent joke. "As for what I am expecting of the trip: I guess pinacoladas, sunbathes, parties, playing tourist and shopping with my adored daddy. And meeting my cousin, Mayma. have you seen how lovely she became?"

She showed him a picture from her iPhone. Amanda offered her father her casual sultry smile, the one that would soften him every time she needed to, with that little right upper corner of her glossy lips.

"Aww, thank you dad! I got lost in contemplation, as I couldn't think what I'd need to wear there. Or what we could find as mall or quality shops once in Hawaii. But, you are surely true. I just hope they will have my size." She brushed her soft hair out of her face, and stood up with grace and energy, looking around for her cream mini dress and heels. Once dressed, she turned, asking her dad for help

"Mind you lacing up the dress, dad? it would be a shame if it felt down once in the airport" she winked naughtily, with a glimpse in her eyes. "And then.. maybe we could try out that new gift you made me two days ago." she coed seductively, with naughtiness in her eyes, as she was talking about the remote vibrator from WeWibe she got in pink color.

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Jason grinned as he looked at the photo of Amanda's cousin Mayma. "She's a cutie. Almost as hot as you." He said with a deviant grin as he helped her out of the Jeep and led her up to their luxurious beach house. "Baby, you're gonna be so excited. I ordered all that bondage gear and it should already be set up in our master bedroom." He told her as he led her through their beach house, exploring it as he kept his hand possessively on the small of her back.

"You should call your cousin and invite her over tonight. But for now I think we should explore the resort." He said before getting into his luggage and pulling out the remote vibrator she had just mentioned. "You mean this little thing? Let's do it, I can't wait to tease you in public. And at this resort, we could even fuck in public." He told her before walking up to her and pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss.

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Even if she was a slut, Amanda was quite surprised by her father's sexual assault, and she could barely say a word before been muffled by his aggressive kiss. "Mpppfff!" Forced back, she bumped against the wall soundly, and her muffled protest turned into a lustful moaning, as he entered her mouth in the following seconds, igniting some vicious animalistic urges in her.

Panting, and smiling, she muttered low, as he was kissing her with all his vigor: "Aawwwh dad... be careful... what if Mayma is a good girl without an ounce of perversity? Will you tie her up with me to train us both as lesbian toys?" and she coiled her arms around him, as for her thighs, holding him close, inviting him to insert the vibrating toy in her avid moist sex.

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Jason grinned as Amanda seemed to melt into his kiss, animalistic urges coming over her as she welcomed his embrace. "That's exactly what I'll do. But something tells me she's a slut like you, always happy to please a good cock." He said as he reached under her dress and pushed the vibrator into her sex before turning it on.

"I changed my mind. I need a blowjob before we go out to explore." He said as he forced her to her knees and turned her vibrator up, pulling her face against his bulge. "Pull your daddy's cock out and show him how good of a little cocksucker you are, Amanda."

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Amanda was in shock, and awe... something snapped inside her, so horny she was, and though she recoiled been talking to her father, the situation was so peculiar it reminded her something else. When her friend Jenny was wasted herself and before she was dyed in platinum blonde, Amanda and her friends wickedly forced her to her knees, where jenny was forced in give head to her boyfriend, in front of everyone. Amanda never told about that to her dad, but the rumor spread so, everything was possible. And now, with the vibrator driving her insane with lust, she could barely think. But suck a cock, she could!

With that image floating in her mind, and the masculine musk of the erected member slapping her cheek, Amanda fidgeted a bit on herself, drunkenly unsteady, and instinctively slide a hand to caress and wrap her fingers around the raging erected penis. Her dad was on the point to discover if his daughter was already a skilled cocksucker or not, as she slowly but docilely wrapped her full lips around the shaft, impaling herself, till her nose touched the base. "Hmmmmmmhhhfff..."

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Amanda seemed all too eager to suck her daddy's cock down once he had pulled the thick, uncut nine-inch member from his pants. He slapped each of her cheeks with the thick head before pushing it between her pouty lips and letting her go to work.

"Oh fuck, Amanda. That feels so good." He groaned as she deepthroated him, her nose pressing to his crotch before she came back up. As she began to bob her head he would thrust in rhythm with her movements, groaning lustfully in pleasure. "That's it baby, suck that cock. Make your daddy cum."

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With time, her oral ministrations took a different tack. Amanda's thumb and forefinger formed a tight ring which encircled the base of the fully erect phallus. At the same time, her tongue and lips navigated a tantalizing trail across the length of the shaft, probing and lashing at the most sensitive zones. When his excitation began building to a climax, that ring of digits would slide up to his cock head, tightening just enough to inhibit ejaculation. Once contained, she would begin the process again; teasing, exciting, taking him right to the edge, then bringing him back down. It was tortuous; yet masterful.

"Hmmmffhhh Mmmmmnnhhh mmmmmgllppp..." was all she was able to answer to his comment, showing a cocksucking skill that didn't belong to a neophyte. Then she began furiously pumping his tumescent shaft while lapping at the swollen helmet...

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Jason was purely amazed by how perfect his daughter was with a cock in her mouth. She knew how to tease him, speeding up and slowing down periodically to get him close and then ease him back down. He turned her vibrator up to the max as she began vigorously sucking him, clearly trying to get him to cum.

And cum he did, he blew a massive load for her, filling her mouth and throat as he painted in pleasure. "Oh fuck that's so good Amanda, feels fucking incredible." He groaned out as he pulled his cock from her lips, slapping her cheeks again. "Good girl. You can get whatever you want while we're out."

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Amanda gasped a bit and swallowed half of it, but the rest splattered over her face and in large droplets onto her chest. She started mewling aloud, desperately, as the vibrator buzzed inside her soundly. Making her grip her father's pant, and bite her own cum-painted lips.

"AAAWWWWNNNHHHH... See what you did to me?" she pouted while recoiling her chest to offer a view on her soaked face and cleavage. Her perfect face and chest were streaked with cum. "I must look like such a slut, aaaooooooohhhh yesssssssss" she mockingly whined. "Turn you on? nnnnghhhhhh..."

Then she began casually dabbing at the sticky trails of semen, she scooped up a generous dollop, seductively licking it off her fingers. "Awwhh daddy... please... please... promise me you'll make a slut out of Mayma too, and turn us both into sex toys... promise me..." as she got the feeling her cousin was in fact quite innocent.