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Anthony waited patiently for a response, he couldn't tell what was taking her so long. Though he did notice her eyes on his body as he waited for a response. She seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. He saw her shake a little bit, especially her perfect ass. Then heard her tell him where the liquor was. Her response went even further than flirting, as if she was telling him why she really had purchased him for the day. He was amused, he was starting to think this could turn into a really fun day. Cassie was attractive and seemed fun, he was curious where the day was going.

"I'll be right back with your first orgasm, Cassie, I should warn you though I've never been good at 'giving' blowjobs, much better at receiving them." He said with a wink, flirting with her. "is there anything else you'd like from the house at this time Ma'am?" Waiting for a response before heading into the house to mix the drink she had asked for.

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"No I'm fine thanks." Cassie said quietly and watched him head inside, her eyes fixed to the tight little pants covering his butt. If only she could pluck up the nerve to follow him inside and tell him she would much prefer a real orgasm rather than a cocktail. Sighing she let her head back down onto her arms, her extended nipples pressing into the lounger.

What did he mean he wasn't good at giving blowjobs? Did he mean he only liked receiving them and didn't go down on a woman to reciprocate. Well that thought was a little disappointing. It didn't stop her mind from drifting to the idea of having Anthony's head between her thighs. Her clit pulsed and throbbed making her squirm, she slid one arm down beneath her and pressed lightly against that little spot through the material of her bikini bottoms to ease the discomfort. Her arm returned to join its partner at the top of the lounger to support her head.

If she did have the nerve to ask Anthony to spend the rest of the day in bed with her, what else could she have him do to her she wondered and let her mind drift as she waited for him to return.

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Anthony left Cassie with a smile on his face after flirting with her, this day had taken an interesting turn and he was eager to see where it leaded. It didn't take him long to find her liquor cabinet, which seemed to be well enough stocked. He quickly went to work mixing the drink for her. He took his time wanting to make sure he got it right, but it didn't take him long before he was striding out of the house with her drink on a small tray he found.

He strode towards Cassie, stopping as he stood over her. "your drink Miss, your first Orgasm of the day. well your first to my knowledge." He added as he continued to flirt with her. "I know you asked for just an orgasm, but I made this one extra special. It's my special 'Screaming Orgasm' I take great pride in my skills. what do you think Miss?"

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It was the sound of his voice that stirred Cassie from her thoughts, she pushed up to take the drink, only remembering at the last second that her top was still undone. She sunk down enough to do it up again before sitting up, swinging her legs over the side of the lounger. Her breasts weren't in the top correctly, but she refused to cup her breasts to adjust them into her bikini correctly in front of him at least

As for his question, she hadn't had an orgasm in weeks, real or cocktail, She accepted the glass from him blurting "I've never had a Screaming Orgasm before." Her sexual desires must be in control of her mouth, as she couldn't understand why she kept blurting all these comments about orgasms. She took a sip, the blend of the vodka, Bailey's and coffee liqueur tickled her taste buds. "If this is your specialty, your good at it." she added, wondering if he was just as good at giving the real thing. She glanced up at him, she'd love to have her first screaming orgasm with him.

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The sight of Cassie almost lifting up to reveal her breasts excited Anthony. He was disappointed when she caught her self at the last moment. He was growing more and more curious to see her breasts, well to see her fully naked but her breasts would be a good start. He watched as she tied her bikini top on.

He waited patiently as she took the glass, her comment amused him. He wasn't sure if she was just talking about the drink now or an actual screaming orgasm. The drink would be one thing, but a real screaming orgasm, well that would be sad he thought, a lady her age should know what ecstasy is. "Thanks Cassie, I'm glad you enjoy. I find it hard to believe that you've never had a Screaming Orgasm, and yes it is My specialty. Though you have to admit I make a pretty fine drink too." He said with a wink, flirting with her crassly, not holding back anymore. "the drink is good, but the real thing, well a drink can't compare to that." He smiled, standing there hovering over her holding the tray, as he watched her lady there enjoying her drink.

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Cassie almost chocked on her third sip when he winked at her and hinted he was as good at giving the real thing as he was making the drink. She swallowed the mouthful, conscious that as with all cocktails they should be drank slowly as they were more potent that they tasted, but she couldn't help it, this one was rather tasty. "I'll take your word for it." she said softly and a little wistfully.

As he hovered over her, Cassie tried to think of some small talk they could engage in as she couldn't think of any more jobs she needed done now that he had done the ones she'd asked him to do. That's what she got for bidding on him spur of the moment. She didn't want to ask him anything that could possibly turn the conversation to her sister, this was her living our her fantasy so she wanted his attention on her. As she thought about it, she unconsciously emptied the glass and was a little surprised when she tipped it to her lips and nothing was left.

"That went down a little too easy." she laughed and held the glass out to him. She rose to her feet and the rush of alcohol to her system caught her off guard and her hand shot out to grab his arm to steady herself "Way too easy, don't think I will have any more of them." She had no idea how heavy handed he had been with the measurements, but she definitely felt if she had drunk more than one. She looked up at him, inhaling a little deeply to catch his scent since he was so close "Screaming orgasms make your head spin." She let go of his arm and started walking towards the house with a little chuckle "But they sure sound like fun and I wouldn't mind finding out if the real ones can make you dizzy too."

She got halfway towards the door before she came to an abrupt halt with realization of what she had just said. Had she just propositioned him? It sounded like it to her own ears. The alcohol had clearly mixed with the hormones and now she was feeling a little brazen. Brazen enough to spend the rest of the day in bed with him?  What did she have to lose? He clearly didn't remember her, and the chances of her seeing him again were very slim. Why not just ask him if he wanted to spend the rest of the day showing her his specialty, the worse that he could say was no and walk out. Before she lost her nerve she turned around to look at him again "I've no more jobs for you, but I've always wondered what it would be like to be with an older more experienced man. Want to fulfill a fantasy instead?" Shy Cassie wasn't completely gone as she could feel the heat of the blush that colored her cheeks coming up from her toes as she asked.

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Anthony was enjoying the flirting back and forth, it added a little spice to the day. He stood there like a good butler as she took the drink that he offered her. Watching her as she tasted the drink he had mixed for her. He was amused at how quickly she finished off the drink, a sign that she must have liked it. "yes you seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, though I recommend the next time you should drink it slower, orgasms are meant to be enjoyed not rushed." He replied to her comment with a smirk, enjoying teasing her about the name of her drink. Taking the glass and putting it back onto the tray. He felt her tug on his arm as she stood quickly, drinking such a strong drink obviously had an effect on her. He didn't move letting her steady herself against him. The two of the very close for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. He watched as she started her way to the house. He couldn't help but turn to admire her as she went. The next words she spoke caught him off guard. Had she just propositioned him? He watched her stop and turn towards him. The next words left no doubt in his mind, she had just asked him to join him in bed. He couldn't help but smile, this had just gotten so much more interesting and so much more fun. He watched as her face turned red after the question. What man would ever say no to sex, let alone with such a beautiful young lady.

"Cassie, did you just proposition me?" He couldn't resist asking, knowing all to well that's what just happened. He enjoyed seeing her blush, seeing her embarrassed, he wanted to keep her face bright red. "Well you do have my 'services' all day. I don't remember reading the rules. So if that is what the lady wants... then I will do my duty." He said playfully, with a grin on his face. He started towards her, to follow her into the house. Still carrying the tray and the empty glass.

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The smile that light up Anthony's face told Cassie her dreams were just about to come true. She shivered in response to the way he was looking at her. Had he been looking at her that way all morning? How could she have been so oblivious to it.

"Hmm..." she hesitated when he asked her if she was propositioning him, she could feel the blush sweep up her body once again. Her alcohol fueled bravado wavering a little. Yes she had propositioned him but she wasn't sure she could admit it. But he continued talking about his services, rules and doing his duty. She was pretty sure sex was not meant to be part of the auction deal but would know? She didn't intend on telling anyone and she doubted he would either.

The grin on his face just widened as he started towards her, Cassie took a couple of stumbled steps backwards, her stomach doing a massive back flip. For a split second she felt as if she was being stalked by a predator. A predator that intended to make her scream with pleasure by the time he was done with her. She turned and hurried inside. Once in the kitchen she stopped unsure what to do now. Did she head straight to the bedroom and wait for him? She wasn't very good at this whole seduction thing, another reason why she had that fantasy of being with an older man, someone who would take charge and seduce her. The fact that she was getting to live out both her fantasies today, an older man and Anthony, was just an added bonus.

Standing near where she had sat earlier sipping her coffee when he had first arrived, she slowly turned around and peeked through her eyelashes at him. Her heart was racing with anticipation. "I don't do this all that often." she blurted out and started blushing again.

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Anthony's question caused the exact reaction as he expected, seeing her stutter and blush. He could tell she was processing all of this slowly, was she questioning what she wanted or was she just to shy, he had to wonder. His eyes didn't leave her body though, admiring how hot she looked in her little bikini, very little left to the imagination. He watched her disappear into the house and slowly followed her inside.

When he entered the house he didn't have to search to find her, she was standing in the kitchen right where he had first seen her this morning. He admired her legs, her perfect ass, before she slowly turned around to face him. He didn't hesitate, he continued walking right towards her closing the distance between them until there was only inches between them. He slid the tray onto the island behind her leaving his hands free. His eyes meeting hers, knowing it would intimidate her. His hand on the island where he had just left the tray, leaving his arm inches from her waist. He playfully answered her back, " Do what drink before noon? or proposition your servants? though is it a proposition when one has to obey or more of an order?" He wanted to keep her on her toes. He stepped even closer, there bodies brushing against each other again. His right hand reaching for her waist, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her body for the first time.

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Cassie's breath caught as Anthony closed the distance between them, she had to tilt her chin upwards to look at him as he sat the tray down on the counter behind her. Her pulse quickened at his nearness again, the anticipation of feeling his fingers on her once again was enthralling. Memories of the way he had massaged her had her trembling.

"Both." she whispered back in response to drinking before noon or propositioning anyway. Her breath shuddered out of her when his hand settled on her waist, his fingers a lot gentler now than before. "I don't usually ask men into my bed." All her previous relationships had progressed naturally to the bedroom, this would be her first one night stand. Which was both nerve racking and exciting at the same time. Then throw in her fantasy man and well, that just had to be the cherry on top, but her inexperience and quiet nature still made her hesitant. "I must be channeling my sister, she's the brazen one."

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"Ask? I thought you were ordering..." Anthony teased her, keeping her between the island and his body. He could tell she was nervous and excited at the same time, he realized it was his job to set her at ease. "you seem quite brazen to me, coming on to me like this... teasing me." He pressed himself to her, pinning her against the island. His right hand still on her waist, as his left hand slid to her cheek, raising her head slightly so her eyes met his.

"You know if you're uncomfortable asking a stranger into your bed, we don't have to. We could do it right here." Before she could answer he leaned in and kissed her hard. Knowing he caught her off guard, enjoying this to the fullest, eager to find out more about her, about her body.

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Her pulse quickened further as he closed the small gap between them, trapping her between island behind and his warm, hard, body. Was she teasing him? Cassie didn't think she was teasing him, maybe a little flirty when she had asked him to wear the little shorts, that were currently pressing against her naval.

Her lips parted in shock when he suggested they could have sex right there in her kitchen. He took advantage of the moment by kissing her. The feel of his lip, the sweep of his tongue against hers made her weak at the knees. It was just as well she was trapped between him and the counter or she might have melted onto the floor. With a little moan, she sagged forward, her hands resting on his upper arms as she kissed him back.

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It was amusing to Anthony how over just 2 short hours the day changed so quickly. He had not imagined it would take this turn when he rang her doorbell this morning. He was very excited now to see how the rest of the day progressed.

He knew he caught her off guard with the kiss, but it was obvious that she had wanted it. Wanted it but wasn't going to make the first move, no matter how much she wanted it was obvious she is a bit shy and reserved. Her reaction to his kiss proved he was right. He enjoyed the softness of her lips, the soft moan that he heard escape her lips. He felt her lean into him, he enjoyed the feeling of her body against his for the first time.

He pressed back, pushing her body against the counter, his chest against hers. His crotch pressing harder, as his hands still held her. His left hand slipping from her cheek to her neck, his grasp growing a little firmer. His right hand squeezing her, holding her in his hands. He intensified his kiss, locking his lips to hers as his tongue slipped past her lips and into her mouth for the first time.

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As the counter bit into her hips, his previous statement of making love right here in the kitchen came back to her. Her entire body pulsed as images of him lifting her onto the island and making love to her right there flooded her head. Or had he been teasing and he would lead her to the bedroom? Or would he do both?  Another little moan vibrated at the back of her throat. The feel his hard, rigid body pressing into her softer counters was setting her aflame.

Cassie shuddered a little has his hand trailed down to her neck where he held her a little firmer, before his tongue delved past her lips and tangled with her own. Somehow, Cassie managed to slid her hands up his arms, and over his shoulders, to loop around his neck, as her legs gave out on her completely. She had to be dreaming, even if this was way better than she had ever dreamt about. Cassie couldn't think of any other reason why she would be in her kitchen, in the middle of the morning, being kissed by Anthony as if he couldn't get enough of her.

If she was dreaming, she didn't want to wake up. And as time ticked by her confidence grew slightly. Her tongue chased after his when it retreated back into his own mouth. She traced the tip of her against his teeth before it flicked against his tongue again, almost of as if in a dance.

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Anthony enjoyed the dance their tongues were doing as he felt Cassie getting lost in the kiss. Their lips locked together as their tongues moved around each other, chasing each other moving back and forth between his mouth and hers. The kiss was passionate and the electricity grew between them.

Had this been what she wanted all along he wondered to himself. Was this the real reason she had purchased his services. He could only wonder if this is what the auction was really about. He wondered what his sister would say, the one who convinced him to step up on the block. Had she known that the men were really expected to do this? Actually if he had known maybe he would have been convinced to do this quicker.

His hand still on her neck, his other hand slipping up from her waist, up to her breast. One of the few places on her body he didn't get to touch earlier. Taking her breast in his hand, holding, squeezing as he kept her pinned to the counter.

Sucking on her lower lip before breaking the kiss. His lips tracing her cheek then her jaw, following it to her ear. Whispering, "So Cassie, this is why you bought me? are you going to tell me what You want, or do I just have to guess and take you however?" He then nibbled on her ear, letting his hand slip from her neck to run through her hair.

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Since her bikini top still wasn't on properly, as in she was spilling out of the sides a little, when Anthony snaked his hand up her side and cupped her breasts, her fingers grazed more skin than she had anticipated. If at all possibly, her nipples only grew harder as he caressed her, making her wish the small scrap of material wasn't there and she could feel his hands on her completely.

Cassie's breath was a little ragged when his lips moved from her lip to trail along her cheek and jawline to her ear, making her shudder as his lips teased over that spot just below her ear before he whispered. "No." she responded to his first question instinctively. _She hadn't bought him so she could have sex with him, had she?_ He had her questioning herself now, was this why she had bid on him so impulsively? She wasn't sure, but now that she found herself here, she wasn't going to stop herself from enjoying the moment.

"Anthony," she murmured as he threaded his fingers through her hair "I didn't bid on you for this." she said truthfully. "But I'm not going to deny my attraction to you." As for how he could take her, heck he could have her anyway or anywhere he wanted her.

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There was no time to react to his disbelief or to even shiver at the husky whisper against her ear, because the next thing she knew Anthony had hoisted up her onto the counter behind her and was peeling her bikini bottoms off of her. He overwhelmed her senses with nuzzling at her neck, her head rolling to the side to give him better access. As she had suspected he knew exactly where all the right spots were to make her shiver and shudder down to her core. Her hands resting on his upper arms, still a little shy about touching him back, although she desperately wanted to.

As his mouth trailed down her neck she honestly thought her bikini top would be off any moment and he'd have his mouth all over her breasts. Instead he skipped her chest entirely and started pressing kisses to her waist as hands pressed her legs further apart. Even though she had no real reason to, she could feel the heat infusing her body as she blushed head to toe, self conscious of just how open she was to him.  Embarrassed, but aroused by the experience at the same time. It was quite possible by the time he was done with her, she was going to think her ex lovers, not that there was many, were all extremely boring and unimaginative.


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Jessica froze in place for a moment when her brother called her out on her tactics. Damn, she hadn't thought that a virgin like him with his pants down and cock in her hands could think that fast, let alone even form a coherent sentence. Reluctantly, she leaned in, gave a sigh and opened her lips, letting the head of her brothers cock slip past her lips, even as he mocked her. _Yeah, you wish,_ Jessica thought as her brother joked that their parents would think they did this regularly. So did he, probably, but Jessica knew for sure that this would be the first and only time.

Now, Jessica was able to take probably most of his cock into her mouth, if she wanted to. But she didn't, so he wouldn't get that experience now. Instead, all he got was the bare minimum of what most people would call a blowjob as she focused mostly on the tip of his cock... but even if she hated doing so and hated him for having her do so, Jessica was suckling away at it like a pro. Her tongue swirled over the head of her brothers cock, teasing the cleft and tasting his pre-cum already oozing out from it. Meanwhile, Jessica's soft right hand kept stroking the rest of his shaft firmly, almost as if she was trying to milk him. And in a sense, she was...

_Cum already, you asshole,_ Jessica prayed, hoping for a swift end to this. Though she had a feeling that even afterwards, Scott wouldn't let her live down the fact that she had given him a blowjob... perhaps it was high time to talk with her parents about getting her own place to live.

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Scott would allow their parents to witness something inappropriate between him and his sister at a point in the future. Nothing obvious, maybe just a hug that was unlike one they ever witnessed between the sibling rivals or one giving the other a back massage. As she finally stopped stalling and took him in her mouth, Scott thought about all the times she got him in trouble with their parents. He would love to put his hands on her head and fuck her throat, but having failed to cross his fingers when he promised not to touch her, Scott kept his word. "Wonderful technique," Scott said softly as he felt more and more sensitive with every touch of her tongue and fingers. "I should cum in her mouth," he then thought as his fingers strained into her thin t-shirt. "Fuck, I think, I think I'm going to cum soon," Scott screamed out in a louder than normal tone. "Better get your mouth out of the way, Jessica..." he added her middle name as he moved her shirt in place to stain it with his cum. The look on her face was priceless as he almost got some on her chest.

"Here think you can start laundry now," Scott tossed the stained t-shirt back at her after balling it up in his hands. "Don't forget to put on your sweatpants," Scott know the web cam would now catch her rear view as she left the room. Looking at the clock again, he noticed that their parents would be home in just under half an hour. He would turn off his web cam and edit the footage after lunch so that he had something to share with her later in the day. When their parents returned, his dad showed Scott a list of the repairs and told him the tickets he was getting to a concert next year would be going to Jessica instead even if Jessica decided to sell them to someone else and keep the money. They were suppose to be a Christmas present until he damaged the car. His dad even gave the envelope to Scott so that Scott could give the tickets to Jessica over lunch.

"What if I rip them up since I can't go?" Scott asked his dad. "I'll take down your poster and rip her up," Scott heard his dad threaten the poster of the singer. "Please... not that... I had to save up to buy it and it's autographed?" Scott began to cry in front of his dad and was wishing the door wasn't open because Jessica would hear as well. Carrie Underwood was one of his celebrity crushes. Course this was all an act because he had already gotten a blowjob from Jessica that would make up for missing the concert. Now as he headed downstairs the thought of going to see Carrie with his sister was on his mind. She'd hate being his "date" to a Carrie Underwood concert, her friends might see them together. That was even more priceless than seeing her with his cock in her mouth to Scott.

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The look Jessica gave her brother as his face scrunched up in pleasure when he came was one of disdain and disgust. Still, she had to admit, he had kept his word, which was more than she had expected from him. To be completely honest, if their positions were reversed, Jessica wasn't so sure if she hadn't broken that promise, just to further humiliate her brother. But no matter, she was just happy that this was over now. She barely held back from giving a snide comment about him being a quickshot and just took the stained shirt and got up.

"You better delete that recording now, or else!", she threatened her brother as she pulled up her pants and left as quickly as she could, still topless. Doing laundry wasn't too bad... she'd just have throw all the dirty laundry in the machine, fill it up and start it. Mom would empty it out and hang it all up once it was finished and she planned to not be around then anymore. As she made a quick detour to throw the shirt in the trash (after all, in her eyes it was now forever stained with her brothers dirty cum, no matter how often it was washed), she called a friend and asked if she could come over after lunch.

Soon after the machine was rumbling rhythmically, their parents returned. Jessica just caught the tail end of a conversation between her dad and Scott, one that ended with her brother pathetically mewling about a poster or something. But really, he was pathetic... and still, she knew she had to at least go topless for lunch if she wanted to be rid of him. And she was. She was wearing a fresh, light blue shirt with lacy short sleeves. When their parents backs were turned, she slipped out one shoulder quickly to show him the lack of any brastraps and silently mouthed "Happy?" to him before their parents noticed a thing. Later, Jessica and her mom were chatting a bit about the day as the redhead was poking her salad disinterestedly with her fork. "Uh, yeah, I'll go over to Layla in a bit... won't be back before dinner, just so you guys know.", she informed her parents and, giving her brother a pointed glare, him as well. Of course, so far she hadn't talked about staying home for the ski trip, despite her promises to the contrary, because she mostly had already forgotten about that.

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Scott made a cock in mouth gesture with his hands after Jessica gave him proof that she wasn't wearing a bra. Then before she bailed out to visit Layla, he showed her the empty memory status on the digital voice recorder. He had a copy of the recording so deleting the original wasn't really a loss for him. Scott spent the next three hours cleaning the garage with his dad because without his car taking up space, they had room to clean. When Scott stumbled upon a box of his sister's old gymnastic clothing it reminded him just how flexible she could be with her body. When he finally had moment to himself as their parents paid some bills in the study, Scott sneaked into Jessica's bedroom to check out her cheer leading uniforms.

"Mmmmm," he smelled them and felt the material between his hands as well as against his lips. He also checked to see how they were put together because the desire for her to have a wardrobe malfunction during Friday's big basketball game half time performance was now a priority to him. Around 4:30pm, Scott texted his sister. ''I still have a copy of the recording and I own you for a little longer, Jessica. Now before you leave to come home, I want to see a sexy pic of you and Layla. Lie to her to make it happen.'' he sent the message. Then Scott began to watch his web cam video so that he could back it up and also make some short clips to use as blackmail over the next two weeks.

"Hey, Hugh. This is Scott. Jessica's brother. I finally got something on her. I'll try to get her to kiss you in a few days, if all goes well." Scott used Facebook to message a classmate of his sister's that she didn't like because he was a nerd. "Can I see what you got on her?" Hugh was online and wrote him back. "Patience, patience," Scott replied back. Then Scott sent another similar message to Darren who was his best friend. Darren wasn't online but would probably ask Scott what he had on Jessica in the morning. He picked up his phone when the indicator about new text chimed. It was Jessica, who had probably gotten his text.

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While Jessica was at first satisfied with seeing apparent proof that Scott had kept his end of their little deal and believing that now, this little game of his was over, she was in for a surprise. While she was over at Layla's place, she received her brothers message and her eyes bulged a bit as she read the text and his newest demand. Layla noticed her friends shocked expression and naturally asked what was up, though Jessica managed to convincingly lie that it was just a dick pic. Of course Layla had wanted to see that, so Jessica had to fend off her dyed blonde friend to keep her from checking her phone and seeing the real message. Frankly, Jessica would have preferred the dick pic...

So, under the pretense of sending it to the schools star basketball player for good luck, Jessica convinced Layla to take a selfie with her, with both their shirts pushed up over their breasts, showing their bras off. But while Layla gave the peace sign and winked at the camera, the redhead frowned and, on the opposite side to Layla, gave the camera the middle finger, showing her brother just how much she appreciated his request...

Later, some time after 6 pm, Jessica returned home and made a beeline for Scott's room, entering without knocking and quickly closing the door behind her. She looked rather upset, as Scott would soon find out. "What. The fuck!", she hissed at him and pushed him back, not caring if he was sitting or standing, if he would be send tumbling or falling on his ass. "You asshole! You told me you'd delete that fucking thing!", Jessica complained as loudly as she dared, what with their parents still being in the house. They had made a deal in her mind and she had done her part, sucked his cock as he wanted and now he was going to pull a fast one on her? Now, that was just low... truthfully, Jessica would have done the same, but she didn't really appreciate having the tables turned on her...

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Scott shared the sexy image of his sister and Layla with Hugh and the two of them chatted back and forward about his sister and her friend for nearly an hour. His mom was preparing dinner in kitchen when Jessica stormed into his bedroom without warning. Their father was outside taking cutting down a few branches to place in the garbage, which was due to be picked up in the morning. Jessica's hands hit him in the chest and shoulder because he was on his way towards the door to get a drink when they came face to face. He stumbled backwards towards his bed and decided to take her down with him. She was practically laying on top of him as she expressed her anger. "Mom!" Scott shouted very loud to try and get her attention with the door open. The stove fan was running so there was really almost zero chance of Scott being heard. His bedroom window was open a crack so their dad could potentially hear, if he wasn't already on other side of the house.

Scott also embraced Jessica to trap her body against his as he began to claim his slave with words. "If she hears me, I'm sending you up the river," his hands slid down to grab her ass. "I also had my web cam on earlier so now I really got something on you," he spoke and wasn't letting go of her ass. "Dinner is almost ready, I suggest you quiet down or I'll ruin you forever!" Scott declared victory and rolled her over so he could get up from the bed. "Now go take off the bra before you join us for dinner," Scott gave her breasts a squeeze through her shirt. She had just been hit with more blackmail material and this time it was a video of her topless and also giving him a blowjob.

He was also sending her off to her room so she could take bra off in there before joining him downstairs at the dinner table. The family dinner was often a time to talk about whatever was on each others minds. Scott would get Jessica to convince their parents to let her stay home with him next week. This way neither child got to go up to the mountains for Christmas.

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Jessica yelped when her brothers hands grabbed her ass. "Get your hands off my---WHAT?!", Jessica demanded before her brother dropped a bomb on her. He had filmed her!? Doing all of that? "You're lying... you're lying, tell me you're lying, you little...", she demanded, pounding impotently on his chest as she did so. But the smug, shit-eating grin of her brother told her otherwise. He was NOT lying... Jessica's eyes widened in realization. Their parents finding out she had wrecked the car had been bad enough... but just to imagine if they saw what they thought was their pure, virginal brother giving a blowjob to her brother of all people, they'd disown her!

"Kiiids! Dinner's ready!", the call of their mother interrupted them, probably before Jessica had the chance to seriously contemplate just strangling her brother right then and there. Instead, she had to tolerate him groping her tits again and then reminding her to take off the bra again. "I fucking hate you...", she growled as she stalked out of his room. Two minutes later, she walked into the living room to join the rest of her family at dinner, now wearing a pullover instead of the shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, as her brother asked her to, but he hadn't said anything about wearing more. So this was Jessica's silent defiance of him as she sat down and they began to eat...

And while their parents talked about the car, the repairs that were needed for it and eventually turning to the families' Christmas vacation, Jessica sat in sullen, even angry silence at the table, picking away at her food without saying much, safe for the occasional, monosyllabic answer. And shooting her brother angry glares whenever their parents weren't looking. It was clear that Jessica, if she even remembered the demand of her brother to talk to their parents about staying at home during the vacation, wasn't going to bring it up by herself willingly...

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In the future Scott would be able to be the truthful child of the family and her sister the big liar. He was about to take a step forward when it came to telling the truth, if Jessica didn't begin to obey him. "I'm really sorry, I caused so much financial damage to your car dad," his eyes found his sister as he spoke to their father. "Jessica tried to caution me because of the wet road conditions. I think if she had just remained silent, I might have just stayed home," he tried to casually blame her for his taking the car. "Son you're not helping your case for the vacation ban at all by blaming Jessica," their mom decided to stand up for her favorite child like usual. Scott rolled his eyes as his mom was backing Jessica again. "Did you just roll your eyes at your mother?" his dad shouted. He then looked at his wife and daughter. Scott was angry that Jessica had covered her braless chest with a pullover in addition to her shirt. He'd make her pay for that after dinner.

"What if it had been Jessica who took the car?" Scott offered a hypothetical to their parents. His mom just laughed. "She wouldn't, not in a million years!" their mom just had a high opinion of her only daughter. Scott hated how the woman favored Jessica so much. He wanted badly to show his mom the video of her daughter giving him a blowjob. He knew it would really turn her opinion of Jessica upside down. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" their dad saw how Jessica was picking at her food. "She's just watching her weight because her cheerleading uniform is to tight now," Scott tried to make a joke that Jessica was putting on some weight and had trouble getting her uniform on lately. He didn't know if he was actually lying or not.

"Go to your room for insulting your sister now," their mom got angry with Scott again. He flipped his plate and stormed off to the living room on his way to his room. He would deal with Jessica once she was done helping mom with the dishes. When it was time to take out the trash, Scott was pulled out of his room by his dad. When 9pm arrived, he was told he wouldn't be allowed to leave the house until school in the morning. His dad returned the cable to Scott, but with wireless capability he had never really stopped going online. Shortly after that, he texted his sister who was either in her own room or downstairs on the couch. He sent back the picture of her and Layla to her after editing off both of their bra's from the original picture. The text of his message was to the point: "Bring your vibrator to my room when they go to bed. Your using it in front of me tonight. Just wear a long t-shirt."

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While at first Jessica was about to blow up at Scott at the table for almost casually spilling her secret and insulting her, her mood improved considerably when her parents took her side and proceeded to send her brother back to his room. It was good to know that they still had her back, but at the same time, it reminded her how easily this little shit could take it away if she let him show those recordings he now had of her, implicating herself in various ways. As much as she hated it, Jessica knew she couldn't give her brother the slightest reason to come clean to their parents. After all, he'd already gotten a blowjob out of it as well as that game she had bought him, so what else could he want from her now?

Well, she was told exactly what he wanted from her later on. Though the selfie of her and Layla was obviously doctored, even she could see that, it was enough to make her quick to obey him. Jessica had had her door slightly ajar and when she heard the door to their parents bedroom closing, she quickly took out her vibrator from underneath her pillow, put on a long black tee and rushed over to her brothers room, quickly opening and closing the door behind her.

So there she was, black tee and white cotton panties underneath, vibrator in hand and the for Scott so familiar angry look on her face. "You told me you'd delete the recording! And what the fuck were you doing filming me earlier? That wasn't part of the deal, you dick!", she again complained to him. Though he hadn't shown her any proof that he had actually filmed her blowjob, Jessica knew her little brother well enough to be certain he wasn't making it up. She definitely thought the worst of him when it came to deviousness.

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Scott made up his bed to try and make it more welcoming for his sister after sending her the message. He was sitting in his desk chair with it pulled out from the desk and facing the door when she arrived in his bedroom. He got up and walked over to his white board and filled in the tic tac toe game he had drawn with a "J" which meant Jessica. "That is for using the word dick," he set the marker down in the cradle. "If you cause me to fill in tic tac toe with nine of them, I'll have to tell them everything and make up some stuff just to dig you a grave of trouble," he spoke clear enough in soft voice so only the two of them could hear him speak.

"Climb into bed and start using that thing. You can hide yourself under the covers, if you don't want me to see your V," Scott motioned to his bed with a hand before returning to sit down in the desk chair. "How long does it take you to get off with that anyway?" Scott couldn't wait to see if she would actually use it in his presence. "I'm not recording this time. This is just for me right now," Scott showed her his uncrossed fingers. He didn't need to record her at the moment. Just being a live witness was fun enough for him.

Part of his bedroom backed up against their parents bedroom closet and sometimes sounds traveled through the closet into their bedroom. Scott knew this but Jessica probably didn't know. She had much more privacy in her own bedroom to use the vibrator. Scott knew he was about to score another victory at her expense.

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Though he might have found it intimidating, Jessica at the moment refused to be cowed by Scott's threats. "Whatever, I asked you a question, why didn't you delete the recording? For how long do you plan on ordering me around like... like some sort of fucking slave?", she asked, inadvertently hitting the nail on the head. Of course she didn't know her brother's true intentions yet, but with how he had lied about deleting the recording and continued to blackmail her, she was wondering just how long (and how far) he would take this. She grimaced at him gesturing forwards his bed and telling her to just get started, as if that was such an easy thing right now. "Well, with you watching, I think we'll be here all night, brother dearest.", she replied to his question on how long it took her to reach climax with her vibrator with dripping sarcasm. In truth though, it could take her a bit, since she hadn't used her vibrator, a simple, purple specimen without any unique features, in quite a while. Scott may not have known it, but Jessica got quite a bit of action at school, whenever it was convenient for her. Being probably the most stunning cheerleader made the boys only too willing to sneak out with her and keep quiet about it afterwards if they wanted a repeat.

As Jessica pulled the covers over her, she made a show out of pinching her nose shut, silently implying that she found her brothers bed to stink. And indeed, just being in this foul place didn't really put her into any sort of mood. But then she had an idea... her brother was a virgin, he probably only watched porn. So how'd he know what she was actually doing under the covers or what it'd look or sound like if she actually used the vibrator? All she had to do was give him a show and make him think she was actually doing what he wanted her to do and she'd be out of here quickly...

So, she gave her brother an obviously fake smile. "Enjoy the show then." she told him and closed her eyes. Even if she was doing this for real, there was no way she'd want to see her brother staring at her. Perhaps he'd find it suspicious that she gave in so quickly without much resistance, or perhaps he'd simply be ruled by his dick and be pleased by it and not question her, but either way, Jessica turned on the vibrator and began to move her hand up and down under the blanket. Scott would see the motion and hear the humming, but the vibrator wasn't touching anywhere but her inner thigh. To complete the illusion, Jessica began to softly sigh a bit after a while while biting down on her lip. Like a great actress, she was quite adept at faking it for his viewing pleasure...

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He sat there patiently accepting her insults and criticism. Then got up and used the marker to add a few more J's to the tic tac toe game on the white board. When he returned to the chair, he was suspicious of her because she was trying to hard to make it look like she was trying to get herself off under the cover of his bedding. "You know, I think it's just to easy for you to fake it," Scott got up again and started to take the covers off. He acted so fast that he caught her in the act of trying to fool him. "I do have this on you," Scott dropped the covers where they were at to take his computer monitor out of sleep mode. The sound was off as he played a clip from the blackmail blowjob video. It was a back up copy in case she got bright idea of deleting it from his computer.

No mistake, she was there in his room on the video clip taking his cock in her mouth. He then put the monitor back on sleep before adding yet another J to the tic tac toe game. The game now had five of nine boxes with J in them. That meant four more and he would reveal everything he had on her to their parents in the morning. "Slip it inside your panties and really use it and I'll take off the fifth J," Scott got a cloth to prepare to remove the J. "Don't and I'll add the sixth J in one minute," he was not bluffing as he held the marker in other hand.

"I could always make you cum another way," he formed a kiss shape with his mouth and then stuck his tongue out like he wanted to lick her with it. He made sure to keep his voice down as well. Scott was curious what a real life girl sounded like when she came as he had never been in room with one when she was using a vibrator. This had to be worse than the blowjob for his sister. She was being asked show pleasure in presence of her own brother.

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Jessica shrieked and grasped for the blanket to cover herself back up, to no avail. Her stupid little brother was faster than her and she could do nothing but glower at him when he put on the video of her giving him head, proving that he had indeed made a record of that and wasn't bluffing about it. Great, now he had two different ways to blackmail her. Could this day get any worse, she wondered and decided she really didn't want to know... when her brother added more marks to the counter, Jessica grit her teeth, cursing her mouthiness for once. Though it had felt good, throwing these words at his head, she would need to try and tone it down a lot in the future. That was what he wanted her to learn, she was smart enough to know that. He wanted her to be nice to him, in words and actions. And unfortunately, Jessica had nothing on him right now. With the videos he had made, he could spin the story easily in his favor... even if she made a video where he blackmailed her, he might be able to weasel his way out... though it could be worth a try.

Still, that didn't help her right now one bit. She was trapped and she knew it. There was no way out of this but doing what he wanted her to do. She shuddered when he implied quite lewdly he'd eat her out. She wanted to scoff at him, that he wouldn't know the first thing about that, but for once, she wisely kept that part in her head. "Just... just shut up, alright? I'll do it, alright, I'll do it! Just be quiet!", she told him, hoping he'd at least give her that much as she laid back down. Maybe if she closed her eyes and imagine she was somewhere, anywhere else and with a person other than her brother, this would go quicker. She didn't even care too much anymore about him seeing this display of her, she just wanted to get it over with.

So, Jessica did as her brother ordered her to and slipped the vibrator under the hem of her panties and over the lips of her pussy. It had an immediate effect as Scott would hear a sharp intake of breath from his sister and then see her slowly exhale. Then, she began to slowly move the vibrating rod up and down, and by the way she began to wiggle around on his bed, trying to get comfortable, it was starting to feel good for her. Still though, he'd only get to see her do that while her face showed only a few signs of pleasure every now and then, a twitch of her mouth, a small shudder, but eventually, Jessica's mouth opened as she let out a soft sigh. At the same time, a damp patch on her panties became noticeable...

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He decided she was right about keeping quiet so he started wiping off the white board. He could use it to write his thoughts or commands. Then he took it from the wall and moved it closer to the bed. He also wasn't ignoring her actions as she had followed his most recent demand to perfection. "Don't hold back, I want to hear you clearly as I do some math on this board," he told her he wanted to hear her as she used the vibrator on herself. "Alternative is I can use this on you," he showed her his tongue and laughed as he licked his lips. Then he began to write random number combinations on the white board. The first set of numbers was her bank account number just to show her that he knew it by heart now.

Then he wrote a set of numbers that were suppose to represent her measurements to best of his knowledge. When he circled the first one, he looked directly at her chest to try and figure out, if the figure he wrote was accurate. "Up or down?" he gave her a chance to correct the three figures, but knew they were pretty accurate because when she was fitted for her prom dress, a year ago he had stolen a look at the paper work to obtain her measurements.

It was closing in on five minutes now and he could see how her body was glowing some from the forced use of the vibrator. "Let me see it and then you can go," he wrote on the board after wiping it off again. This time he wanted her to lower her panties to show him what her pussy looked like after more than five minutes of vibration. The sounds of it and her moaning hadn't gotten high enough to be heard by their parents. He would see that something changed in the future because he liked idea of his father knowing what Jessica was doing at night.


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Beneath her mocking slaps his taut orbs jiggled. He could have sworn he could actually hear them churning out more of that rich, virile jizz. Pain was slowly giving way to a pleasure the helpless bull had never known before. Yet even as his balls swelled with cum, the brute knew that his pleasure would come at the cost of his surrender, his pride. And despite being on his hands and knees with this witch's cock rammed deep inside him, he refused to let go of that. "Hngh...! Ah... never...! Ah...."

Those protests descended into long moo of lust at the latest cruel slap to his raw, tenderized cheek. In perfect unison with the blow, another juicy wad of his smelly pre splashed across the grass. "N-Not your pet...." he grunted out once more. In his mind, he prayed that he could outlast her. Maybe then he might be able to escape and return the favor.

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Theodora would grin as she kept thrusting back and forth, slamming away into that tenderized rump roast. "Oh, the day is still young, my handsome boy and I've got looooots of stamina." She would deliver several hard slaps to his behind as she kept thrusting her hips back and forth, still viciously hammering away into that tight behind.

After a moment one of her tender hands would start caressing the bull's balls once more, "Let's see how these big melon sized balls enjoy something new." She called. A spark of electricity would travel down her arm and start sending a strange, vibrating bolt of electricity through the bull's balls and up along his thick shaft. The pain would be minimal and, after a few moments, would be completely gone as his cock was shaken and vibrated along with his balls. In the meanwhile her hand, causing this strange feeling, would travel along his sack, occasionally slapping a ball and sending a more sudden jolt up along his cock.

"You'll be so happy as my fuck cow, big guy~" She cooed softly before delivering another smack to his balls, "I'll pound this plump behind every single day and you'll even get your cock milked whenever you're a good boy."

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Coherent thought went out the window as a pleasant electric jolt shot through his grossly swollen melon-sized orbs and up his urethra. Those beautiful muscles of his heaved and flexed with his wild panting. Deep in his core he could feel an almost painful clenching of his cock as slimy pre freely spewed from his flared head like a fountain. Every fresh jolt through his aching balls sent fresh bellows of lust through his lungs.

Varok's head drooped forward, the bull's proud horns not dragging through grass and dirt alike. The minotaur's mouth hung open in wordless bliss, hot ropes of drool dripping from his fallen tongue. Each jolt pushed him to the edge, but her spell prevented his release. Pain mixed with pleasure in a beautiful dance across his breaking, trembling body. "I... I... ah..."

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Theodora could feel it, every new flood of pleasure got the proud male closer and closer to breaking completely. His tight hole was clenching down on her cock with every jolt of electricity that traveled through his sack and cock, bringing her close to her own orgasm as he did so. She would grunt and groan, keeping the magic flowing through his genitals the whole while as her cock throbbed violently inside of him, "You wanna cum, big boy?" She called, tauntingly, up to him before slapping his rear end, "You know what you need to do!"

She would lift her electrified hand up and slap his rear end with it, shooting a bit of of the electricity up his back before grabbing onto his balls again, starting to ramp up the voltage as they continued. The vibration of the electricity would, unsurprisingly, reach her own cock as well, having her moan out in rampant pleasure. "I'm going to seed this tight ass of yours, cow!" She called up to him, delivering another smack to his tenderized rump.

It wouldn't be long before the witch's thrusts had the tip of her cock grinding right against the bull's prostate in quick succession, slamming away as if to taunt his inability to cum.

[User] Varok's pulsating, beautiful meatpole uselessly spasmed from every electric jolt that passed through his frame. There was never a chance to relax; she was too much. The moaning bull's urethral muscles clenched and pushed in vain to spew forth a load that her magic held at bay. Being held right on the cusp of a mind blowing orgasm was too much for the horny beast to bear. "Mmmf... ah!... let me cum! Ah... let me cum!" No longer a defiant roar, his bellows now carried only his desire for an end to his wonderful torture. "Hrgh! I'll do anything!"

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The woman would grin immediately, "That's just what I wanted to hear!" She called out. She would pull her robe up into her hand and grasp a small jewel from the belt around it. Magic would course through the small stone before her and the beast would disappear from the forest in a flash of light. Another flash would find them in a completely different place, small, wooden huts decorated the area and several people walked about, immediately gasping and turning as the two appeared. Theodora would grin, "Oh thank goodness, I'm glad you all kept that stone where I told you." She called to the gawking passersby who began forming a circle around the beast. Several of them would go off and the crowd would be made bigger and bigger by people they brought with them.

The witch's thrusts wouldn't stop during all of this, still humping away into the Minotaur's behind, "I'm sure you recognize this place, huh, big boy?" She called before smacking his ass once more, "This is the poor village you've been harassing all this time! You're gonna apologize to all of them and I'm going to cum in your ass. Then you can finally get the orgasm you're begging for!"

As the witch kept humping away into his tight behind the people around them, while initially shocked, eventually understood what was happening. The vulgar display would soon have people cheering for the bull's submission and jeering at him for his position. Laughs, insults, and jeers would rain upon the big beast just before he felt the witch's member engorge inside of him, soon starting to fill his guts with a fountain of thick, hot semen. His innards would be stuffed and seeded by her thick cock and the woman would make good on her word, the moment she heard a stuttered apology leave his lips the intense pressure on his cock would release all at once, letting his pent up balls produce as much cum as they could possibly fire. Just to edge him on her hand would slap his testicles again and send electricity through them anew, wanting him to paint the grass below them completely white.

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Every thrust, every push into his loosening ass had Varok moaning like a bitch in heat, his cries begging her for the orgasm he so desperately needed. His eyes were clenched shut, or he might have noticed the teleportation taking place. Unfortunately the minotaur was taken by complete surprise by the crowd's noise. Reluctantly he opened his eyes and was greeted by a most unwelcome sight. There he was on his hands and knees while she pounded away at his quivering ass. All around him were the villagers he had terrorized, the women he had so eagerly raped now swollen with his foul children and joining the others in pointing and mocking.

At last he understood. Just as they had submitted to him, he now was forced to submit to a superior cock. The action came almost without even thinking. Amid the laughter of the crowd he blubbered out apology after apology, begging forgiveness from the villagers and his mistress for a lifetime of foolish misdeeds. When she came, he lost it. The sight of a cum-filled bull slut dry humping the grass while her seed freely ran down the backs of his legs was certainly a spectacle.

The moment she released him his cock surged upwards to paint a river of white across the grass, his beautiful muscles flexing at once with the effort of wasting his smelly, hot seed on the ground. All around the pair his balls emptied a virile puddle which he collapsed face first into when the powerful release ended, much to the crowd's enjoyment.

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Theodora would let out a deep breath and wipe her brow of the sweat that had gathered there. As the bull came he would still feel her thick cock slamming away, grinding against his prostate to milk him well. Only when his mammoth cock stopped spurrting and his balls quit twitching would the woman finally pull her cock out, slapping the length of it between his abused ass cheeks, spurts of cum shooting right onto his muscular back as she shook out the last bits of it. She would grab and squeeze his cheeks before she stood, a new, black robe covering her body magically as she walked. "There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. The proper way to tame a minotaur for the magically inclined such as myself." She would walk up to the front of the bull and kneel down, petting his head gently, "Such a good, big boy you are." She cooed sweetly before she traced her finger along his neck. A thick collar would form where her finger had traced, the front holding a tag of wood that was currently blank. "As discussed I'll be taking him away. None of you will need to worry about him again." She would lean down and press a kiss against the front of his nose, "You just rest there, Cow." She growled before patting him.

She would go and speak to the mayor of the town as people still surrounded and jeered at the bull. The only precaution she would take would be to prevent anyone from getting close enough to touch or harm the bull. They might want revenge but Theodora now claimed ownership of the beast. She would take a large sack of gold as well as a very pleasant handful of the mayor's wife before she returned to her muscular charge. "Alright, dear, we're heading home now." She cooed, putting a hand on the Minotaur's head. The beast would feel his mind calm and go blank before everything went black to him, as if he'd just passed out finally from exhaustion. However, the townsfolk would see a very different sight. The massive minotaur had shrunk down into a small, wooden doll resembling himself that the witch tied a red string around and hooked to her waist. She would bid the villagers one last farewell, informing them that she'd enchanted their water supply to deal with the unwanted pregnancies, before she took flight and left the area.

When the minotaur came to he would feel soft pillows below him and a hand stroking his thick cock, his vision would be blurry at first but, eventually he would come to and see the witch sat in his lap, stroking his cock with both of her hands as her own cock rested atop it. A small device would be attached to the tip of his erection, a strange machination locked on the top half of it that was producing a pleasant vice to his cock. "Good morning, Cow. I was starting to wonder if you'd be asleep much longer." The bull's hands woould be bound by a purple chain of energy, as were his feet, and the woman rested back against his broad chest, reaching up and pressing a kiss to his maw.

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Varok didn't remember falling asleep, yet here he was, naked and being stroked to a new erection by the very witch who had claimed him. With a groan he stirred awake, and at the sight of her he foolishly tried to sit up only to be brought back down by his chains. Blinking several times, his vision cleared to glance around the foreign room.

"Hrgh... where... where am I?" The minotaur slowly licked at his dry lips. Her little spell had sapped his strength, or he might have put more effort into breaking his bonds. "Let me go," he gasped out, his voice weak for such a mighty beast. Despite his protests, his traitorous cock twitched beneath her fingers.

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"In my tower, it's your new home. No more dirty cave in the woods for you, dear." Theodora cooed before she hopped off of his lap, grabbing a large jug of water and returning. She would lift the jug up to his mouth for him to drink before setting it aside. "You're my pet now, after all. My personal fuck cow, just like you called when you came in front of all of those villagers." She would start stroking her hands up his thick cock again, "And I've got my cow hooked up to a milking machine."

She would stand once more and wave her hand the chains on his shackles growing long enough for him to move, "Now, stand up, Cow." She called with a stern glance, "Mmm, do you have a name by the way? I was just going to call you Tiny if you didn't." She would move to sit in the pillows he'd been sitting on, her own thick cock growing stiff and hard from looking at his strong behind again, "Now take a seat on my dick, I wanna stuff that furry ass of yours again."

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A shiver shook his massive frame as her fingers slid up his mighty cock again, sending a groan through his lips when her fingernails traced a pulsing vein. The bull craned his neck forward to drink from the offered jug. It was cool and crisp, and it felt wonderful on his parched throat. How long had he been asleep? What did she mean by milking machine?

"Varok," he growled out a name once the drink was pulled away. "My name is Varok. Not Cow." As his strength returned, he stood again on trembling legs, at least as tall as the chains allowed. His muscles flexed as he tested his restraints. Oh, if he only knew the motion only gave his mistress a delicious view! "Let me go..."

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Theodora would lick her lips as she saw him flex his muscles, her eyes falling to his behind as the cheeks clenched so deliciously together before relaxing. "Alright, Varok, a fine name for a big warrior, but you're no warrior anymore." She would reach her hand back before a firm slap was delivered onto the bull's behind, "And you're certainly not fit to be dolling out any orders, dear." She would reach her hands up and grab firmly to his behind, squeezing, smacking, and spreading his cheeks to her content. "You're my property now, big boy. You're fine body is now only fit to please my cock whenever and wherever I demand it. I'll have you do some heavy lifting on occasion as well, make use of these fine muscles. I'll have to teach you how to suck a dick, I'm sure."

She would snap her fingers and the chains on his wrists would start to reel back, bringing him back down as they did so. His strength would mean nothing on wobbly legs and, soon, he would find himself sat in the woman's lap, his big behind all but covering her entire lap. She would smack his behind again, her thick dick slipped between his furry cheeks, "Mmmf, I'm loving this big, bull ass. I'm so glad those villagers contacted me, I'd been meaning to get a whipping boy saddled up eventually. Does your mistresses' dick feel good between your cheeks, Varok sweetie?"

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Down he went, right onto her lap. Varok groaned at every slap to his abused ass. No, he wasn't a cock slut! Yet... the memory of her dick pounding away at his tenderized rear had him blushing, and the twitch in his loins reminded him of the clamp around his flared bull cock. The minotaur looked down to see the device around his cock was connected to a long clear tube that fed into a heavy glass jar ever so tastefully labelled 'Minotaur Essence.'

Angered, he reached down to grab the clamp. Immediately his chains grew shorter, reeling him in further until his arms were painfully pulled taut behind him, forcing the bull to arch his back and keep his beautiful body flexed. "Let me go... hrgh! I won't cause any more trouble."

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Theodora would chuckle and pat the minotaur's behind gently, "oh, sweetie. It has nothing to do with you causing trouble, frankly I didn't even care about those villagers you were terrorizing. They just pointed me in the right direction." She would reach her hand forward and three of the woman's fingers would slip into the bull's tight asshole.

She would growl deeply, "I hunted your fine ass down because I needed muscle and a tight hole or two to stuff my cock, I was getting quite lonely in this big tower... now I've got you, though, Varok the mighty milking cow with buns of steel." She would smack his behind once more.

She would continue to play with his ass for a moment before a flash of light came and she appeared in front of him, though something thick was still pressing against his behind. "Today I'll be focusing on another hole, though. I'll still keep you stimulated, of course, I have a toy just for that."


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Everyone said this day was supposed to be the best day of his life, the most cherished memorable experience that he'd keep close to his heart for the rest of his life. So why was it that the tall man who was leaning against the half wall in the back of the room so dreary looking? Matteo's new bride had spent the past year and a half ensuring that every single detail would be perfect for this day. And she'd succeeded, with no thanks to him. It wasn't that he hadn't offered to help her with any aspect of the planning, but she had told him not to worry about it, that she had it all under control. He loved that about her, how she was always meticulous and organized. It was a stark contrast to his laissez-faire attitude, but it helped to keep him grounded to reality. There were many things that he loved about her, and to be honest he did love her, but the truth of the matter was he wasn't actually in love with her.

As his hazel eyes followed the beautiful blonde woman wearing a delicate silk and lace dress twirl around the dance floor in her father's arms, Matteo wondered just how he'd managed to get himself into this situation. At 34, he had everything he really needed in his life. A career that ensured him a comfortable living and plenty of time off to spend exploring the natural world around him that he so adored. He liked being in a relationship with her, enjoyed her companionship and the time they spent together. But it all seemed so much more platonic than romantic. Intimate gestures between them often seemed forced, and he'd honestly only proposed to her to satisfy his family and cease the endless pressure they heaped upon him to wed and start a family. He would have been content continuing their relationship just as it had been indefinitely, yet instead he caved.

Now he found himself dressed up in an uncomfortable tuxedo, standing in the rear of an elegant ballroom bedecked in coal grays and robin egg blues---a combination of he and his wife's favorite colors that mixed together to offer a muted and enchanting backdrop to the celebration of their nuptials. He'd suffered through the ceremony, thankful that his bride thought his trembling hands were cute and not realizing that he was simply scared. The moment their first dance had ended Matteo had found his way toward one of the open bars, quickly downing a shot of tequila before ordering a double scotch for himself to sip on. Desperately he wanted to get away, to escape the reality of all that was happening around him. Luckily the eyes of their multitudes of guests were still on her, allowing him to linger in the shadows of the room undetected. Save for one person, whose gaze he managed to catch, lifting his empty hand in a weak wave, motioning for the person to come over to him. If there was one person in the room who Matteo knew could help him in his precarious situation, even if it was nothing more than cracking a couple of jokes to bring a smile to his face, it was his best friend... and best man.

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Patrick never thought that this day would come. Yet there he was, sitting at a table as Matteo's wedding, of all things. Matteo was his best friend, a guy he knew for years now and he always liked to believe that he knew him pretty well. Except right now he wasn't so sure about that. Of course, he knew about Matteo's relationship with his now-wife but he honestly never believed that it would become anything more than that. They were great together, everyone could see that. Many would even say that they completed each other, both bringing something different into the relationship which just seemed to fit. Even Patrick thought so, but whenever he met them, it just seemed to him like there was something missing. He could never put his finger on it and, of course, he would never say a word about it to either of them, but it just looked like there was no spark he supposed would be the best word.

And then the wedding invitation arrived. Patrick was very surprised, to say the least, but he didn't dare question it. Looked like he was wrong or he simply didn't know his friend as well as he had thought. Shame, he thought to himself as he set the invitation on the table. He wouldn't really mind getting to know Matteo a bit better.

He thought back to that moment and chuckled, quietly sipping his drink at the back of the ballroom. Not that he didn't know anyone, but most of the guys had brought a plus one with them and were busy dancing the night away. He could never keep a relationship going long enough to reach a 'come with me to my friend's wedding' level and he didn't want to pay someone to come with him. Though that thought crossed his mind, he couldn't deny. At least then the night would have a happy ending. Patrick lifted his head to watch the dancers and his gaze trailed over to the bar. Matteo was standing there, drinking alone like a sap. He got up even before his friend waved him over. "Shouldn't you be out there dancin' or something?" he asked and leaned against the bar next to the other man.

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"Should... yeah," Matteo replied with a sigh before finishing the last of the scotch in his glass. If he did everything that he should, he'd be attached to his new bride's hip for the entire evening, spending the next several hours dancing, talking with guests, pretending to be enjoying himself. The thing was, he just couldn't bring himself to do those things that he should. He'd already caved into the pressures of his family and asked her to marry him, and then went through with the wedding; he didn't know how much more of a charade he could put on for the hundred or so people mingling about the large room.

The bartender brought him another double scotch, neat, and asked Patrick if he wanted anything. Matteo to a long sip of his drink before turning toward his best man, a look of defeat on his face. "But man, I gotta tell ya, I don't want to be here."

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Patrick waved the bartender away, he still had his drink. Plain and simple vodka, though the glass was a lot more full than what was considered polite. Hell, if he could, he would just keep the whole damn bottle to himself. "What do you mean you don't want to be here? It's a bit late to have second thoughts, man, don't you think?" he said jokingly and laughed as peeled his gaze away from the dancers and looked over to his buddy.

Matteo looked strangely sad and unsure, not like the confident and goofy man Patrick knew him to be. Could it be that his previous statement, although a joke, happened to hit the nail on the head? "You alright?" he asked cautiously, though he wasn't sure what kind of answer to expect.

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Matteo was far from alright. He was downright nauseated, and it wasn't from the drink or the food. It was from the realization that he was now married, that he had caved to the pressures from his family and society to do the normal thing instead of what he really wanted to do. He'd rather have lived out his life with his new bride in a friendship sort of way, being able to enjoy each other's company without having to worry about the bullshit of marriage and having a family. He knew she wanted those things, his parents wanted those things, hell, even his sister had bugged him about it being time for him to 'settle down' way more than he'd liked. So he gave in, and now look where that got him.

"Shit Patrick, I've been having second thoughts since before I asked Jess to marry me." He was completely honest in that fact. "I was fucking trembling up at that altar today because I'm so damn scared of the future. At least she didn't think it was anything more than nerves and found it, quote, cute." He took a long drink, finishing the amber liquid in his glass. "Look, do me a favor. Get me the hell out of here for a little bit."

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"Uh, well..." Patrick glanced around only to see that none of the people were really paying attention to them. The majority were dancing and the ones who weren't were chatting and drinking. His eyes darted across the room to pinpoint the nearest exit in a matter of seconds.

"We can go outside for a bit and get some air. I could go for a smoke. Or, if you want, my hotel is just down the street," he shrugged slightly. Before Matteo could reply, he took off towards the exit, leading his friend around the dancing crowd and avoiding the line of sight of his wife or her parents, just in case they would stop them. Patrick was always good at finding a way out of a tight spot when he got into trouble. And boy, did he get into trouble a lot. Though, right now, he didn't think that Matteo's sort of trouble was something he could help him get out of. It made his stomach twist in an unpleasant way, and it wasn't the alcohol. This sort of pressure to settle down and raise a family always rubbed him the wrong way. To see Matteo so unhappy about this whole thing was a shock.

Once they were outside, Patrick lit a cigarette with a frown. "Man, please, don't tell me that you got married because everyone else wanted you to." he said, going straight to the point.

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Matteo reached out and grabbed the cigarette his friend had lit, taking a long drag and slowly exhaling the smoke before giving it back to the man. "That's exactly what I fucking did." His shoulders slumped and his head dropped, the look of sheer defeat over taking his demeanor. He shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking slowly, destination unknown.

"I love her, but not like that, man. Not like the way a guy proposing and getting married should. But my family... her family... the pressure they put on me to settle down, it was damn ridiculous. Every. Single. Time. I talked to my mom or my sister they were bugging me about why I had married Jess yet. Her parents attempted to hint at it, though it was pretty fucking blatant. Even my dad started in on me. Finally I just gave up and proposed to make them all happy." He stopped at the edge of the sidewalk, not sure if he should cross the street or turn right around and head back to the reception.

"Next they're gonna start pestering me about having kids, and that's the last thing I fucking want. Just the thought makes me shudder. What the fuck have I got myself into?" Matteo paused, looking into Patrick's face and searching the man's eyes as if the answer to his life's problems resided within his friend's eyes. "I need another damn drink. They got a bar at your hotel?"

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Patrick took his cigarette back from Matteo on reflex as his brain was in a completely different place at the moment. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Did the smart guy he thought---he knew Matteo was really give in to pressure like this? He snapped out of his surprise and realized that his friend already started walking down the street. He caught up with a few long strides and took him by the shoulders, spinning him around to the opposite direction.

"The hotel's this way, man," Patrick said and began leading the way. He kept quiet for a while, until they passed the building where the wedding celebration was going on. Once they were out of earshot of anyone who could possibly be on the street to hear, he sighed heavily and offered his cigarette back to 'the lucky groom'. "I'm sorry but you really fucked yourself this time," he said, maybe being a little more blunt than he'd wanted. "Are you crazy?! You never do shit because other people want you to! It's your fucking life, not theirs..."

He paused mid-sentence. Why was he so pissed off about this? It wasn't really his problem. Sure, Matteo was one of his best friends and he cared about him but the situation didn't really affect Patrick in any significant way. Maybe he cared a little too much? Definitely more than he should have. "Sorry, man. I should be helping and not giving you even more shit," he apologized. They approached the hotel and Patrick directed Matteo towards the entrance to the bar. "Jess is great. It's not going to be bad at all. Stuff will fall into place eventually," he continued, half-heartedly.

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Matteo pulled long and hard on the cigarette as he listen to Patrick admonish him for the choices he'd made. It was true, he really had fucked up. He'd never let other people persuade him into doing something he didn't want to, so why the hell did he allow everyone to push him into a marriage he didn't want. He exhaled slowly, then took another quick drag before returning the smoke to his friend. "It's alright," he murmured in response. "Someone has to proverbially smack me upside the head for this shit."

He took at seat at the bar after he'd been led in, and motioned for the bartender, asking for a double whiskey, neat, when the man arrived. "That's bullshit, and you know it. It's gonna be horrible." The bartender returned with his drink, which was swallowed in one gulp. How the hell was he supposed to tell his best friend what was really on his mind about this whole thing? He needed to get it out though, and what better time than now?

"I like the life we had. We were happy. Why did any of that have to change with this whole getting married thing? And..." Matteo leaned in close to Patrick, wanting to whisper his next words into the man's ear so that no one else at the bar heard them. To keep his balance he placed a hand on his friend's upper thigh, and as he did so a tinge of electricity tingled through him. Patrick's thigh was warm, somehow oddly comforting under his fingers. "I can't fucking stand having sex with her, man. It is the most boring thing ever. Like watching a fishing show or some shit."

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Patrick nodded at the bartender to bring him the same as Matteo was having. He didn't really want to waste time thinking what to order so he just went with whatever the other preferred.

As Matteo put his hand flat on Patrick's thigh, he could feel most of his blood rush down south. It was---very inappropriate. Of course, he wasn't above the occasional fling with another man, that wasn't the problem here. The problem was that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of anything that would justify getting kind of turned on by his best friend touching him in a more or less innocent manner. Especially when that best friend got married not even two hours ago. Well---not happily married, but still. The only thing this awkward situation did was solve the question why he cared so much. He realized that he actually liked the other man, more than he should have as a friend. He never thought of it this way, until now. It was pretty inappropriate but he couldn't help it.

"Hey, don't shit on fishing shows," he said, trying to steer the subject into a half-hearted joke, "I happen to watch those all the time. But what do you mean...?" he asked quietly. He shouldn't have pried, but he couldn't help it. "Don't take this as me ogling your wife but Jess is very attractive," that wasn't a lie, "I thought the sex would be the best part." Patrick leaned in a little closer, putting one of his elbows on the table while his other hand covered Matteo's own.

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The slight joke Patrick made did bring a smile to his face, even if it was small and short lived. The bartender brought him another drink when he motioned for one, and once again Matteo downed it in one gulp. He was already feeling buzzed, and if he kept drinking at this rate he'd be drunk in no time. "Yeah man, she's gorgeous. But it's like screwing a dead fish. She just... lays there." He'd never cheated on her, but there were plenty of times he'd thought about it. In the beginning of their relationship, the sex was so much better, but as time passed, she seemed to lose interest. It had gotten to the point where Matteo had even given up trying to initiate any sort of amorous behavior between he and his new wife, and instead allowed her to take the lead. Which meant he got laid about once every couple of months. If you didn't count masturbating in the shower every other day.

When his friend moved in closer, there was a feeling that washed over him that Matteo couldn't explain. It was a closeness that he hadn't felt with another person in a long time, even if it was an odd feeling to have with his best friend. And when Patrick placed his hand over his own, a shiver tingled down his spine. Maybe it was the alcohol. Yeah, that was it. It had to be the alcohol. It was clouding his feelings and judgment. It wasn't that he hadn't been intimately involved with men before in his life, and enjoyed those times, but he was married now. He couldn't want to feel the touch of someone else, especially not his best friend.

Absentmindedly he laced his fingers through Patrick's as he turned toward the bartender. "A bottle of your best, please." Matteo needed to go ahead and get totally drunk so he could go back to his reception and face the rest of his wedding night. And it would be cheaper and easier just to go to Patrick's room to do so. "Let's get trashed," he said with a grin on his face. "Lead the way."

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Patrick felt his friend's fingers reciprocate the touch and his heart almost skip a beat. It would have been much better if Matteo pulled back or let it be known that he isn't into this sort of thing, give some sort of clear boundary that Patrick would know not to cross. But that didn't happen. Instead, he returned the gesture gently and even pushed it further.

Patrick wasn't really known for his patience and good decision-making skills. When the bottle arrived at their table, he slowly unlaced his fingers from Matteo's and picked it up. He didn't stand up right away, instead leaned over to his friend, brushing past his cheek and bringing his lips to his ear. "Maybe... it wouldn't hurt to have someone on the side, then?" he whispered into Matteo's ear, making sure that the leaving waiter would not hear it. They probably already looked like a couple of drunken morons to the guy.

Patrick didn't wait for a reply and simply got up from his chair. Taking the bottle, he slowly walked towards the bar's exit, waiting to see if Matteo would follow. It could only go two ways, he thought. Either Matteo would become annoyed with him for even daring to propose something like this and it would, most likely, be an awkward end to their long friendship, or he would follow Patrick in which case it would probably be the start of an affair.

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His heart skipped a beat as Patrick leaned in toward him. Matteo had originally been expecting a kiss from the man, one that he would have gladly reciprocated. Instead he was met with his friend's whispered words, which caused an explosion of thoughts to dance through his mind.

Yes, he loved his bride, but not in that way that newlyweds are supposed to love one another. And sex with her was such a damn bore. Hell, he couldn't remember the last time he'd actually enjoyed sex. But, was it right to put his wants above their relationship? Was it right to be so selfish? Yet also, should he have to suffer just because she was a cold fish? It wasn't his fault she showed no interest in carnal pleasures. It wasn't his fault she just laid there until he was finished. He tried everything he could possibly think of, and still nothing. Why should he be forced to a life of sexual suffering?

His drink-addled brain quickly convinced him that he deserved at least one good fuck before settling for a lifetime of masturbation. He'd probably feel ashamed of himself later, but screw it. He needed this. Quickly he rose from his chair, not even bothering to push it back under the table before taking long strides toward the exit where Patrick was waiting. He grabbed his friend's hand and kept walking, headed toward the elevator. Matteo was sure his choice was clear to his friend. The elevator dinged and the doors opened, and Matteo basically dragged Patrick into the small space. "What floor?" he asked, finger poised over the buttons.