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I awoke in a daze. Darkness. My mouth was extremely dry, and thick with the aftertaste of a night’s worth…

There are laws, rules and morality in place to let a girl know and how to behave. The laws and rulings are laid down by men, and regardless of the restraints imposed, it’s about control, control of the female body, and her reproductive organs, her pleasure zones and thus, theirs.The Dutch religious sect that made a teenage daughter’s first bleed, a bath by her mother, and sent to her father’s bed, for her first sexual experience, was that bad in the eyes of whoever it was meant to offend, tell that to the man inside his daughter and enjoying that wondrous squeeze on his cock, his daughters tightness freely given with love and respect as he seeds her freely.All over the world females are used for sex, we all know and sense that, Kings of Britain have fucked girls as young as ten, and old men enjoyed our freshness and willingness of parents to curry favour by giving men access to their daughters bedrooms for money, even today, now as I write, in Thailand and the Philippines, young girls are being seeded, behind doors guarded by her parents, and all for a few ins and outs, as their old cocks are suctioned by her young pussy.As a girl myself, my world has been full of incidents of men wanting me for sex, from awakening at a family Summer party, in the early hours of the morning, with my uncles cock in my mouth and continuing to chew on it until my mouth was full of his cum, which I swallowed, to my dirty old grandfather who like those men I mentioned before, used to sneak into my bed and commit carnal knowledge with me, something my mother knew about, as she too had been subjected to the old mans 9″ cock thrusting, when she was just a wide eyed girl, granddad was a farmer and sex was a function, something my mother understood with four healthy brothers all growing up together and needing that moment of soft loving that only a mother or woman can provide.I am sure, as you read, many will have experienced similar, I just put these acts into words so others can see that the tabbooness is pointless, and if anything it adds to the poignancy of the act, I find my own orgasms are more powerful and deeply satisfying, and when you weigh it up, if you have to fuck, then just get out of it what you can, and throw yourself headlong into it, as I have done all my life.Read them all and tell me what ones you liked, indeed if you liked them all, there is no shame in that1.) A Girl’s First Love is her DaddySex is a powerful tool to wield against people, I know as I have been liberated by it, enriched by it, as a student I placed an old man’s hand on my bared breast, so he could feel my rigid nipple in his palm, that did the trick, way much better and far quicker than signing documents, I stayed at his place gratis free, providing I pleasured him whenever he needed my company, something that might have repulsed me, had my uncle and grandfather not taught me otherwise.youn girl sex storiesI was brought up by my father as a single parent. We were very close and I was a great comfort and solace when mother left.I married at 19 and left him alone as I moved away to another country, where my husband worked, and I got myself employment and we had a tremendous lifestyle of good weather and parties.As the years flew in, I suddenly realised one day I had not even spoken to him on the phone let alone go visit and spend time with him, and I felt very sad about that, as it had been nearly six years.My marriage was hitting a rough patch too, the lifestyle was starting to get boring and I felt we were just living for the day and not putting roots down, like my father had always suggested.Then one day I found out my husband had been sleeping with another local girl and for me that was the straw that broke the camels back, I packed up and went home, citing divorce proceedings, that was it, it was over and I went back home to daddy and my old room, where it all began for me.It had been almost five years since I last saw him, but when I did I felt like I had never been away and all the old feelings of security fell back into place, and as we hugged at the airport, his scent and aftershave, was the same, I was my daddy’s girl, even at 25, and more a woman than a little girl, I clung to him and he hugged me tightly, he had his girl back in his life and he was as excited as I was.Suddenly, back home there was no problems, I felt free and had nothing to worry myself about anymore, but more important I felt different, and I saw my father too, was different, I was really drawn to him, especially after the last six months of isolation and abstinence from both alcohol and sex, now I felt free and I could laugh like old, and that first night we went out for Pizza, then onto daddy’s local pub, where his older friends fussed over me, and complimented me and made me feel special.We were too drunk to drive home so we called a taxi, and we got in for the twenty minute drive home. I was completely out of it because of jet lag, and boozing, I remember slipping away hearing my father tell the driver I had just came home that morning.We got into the house and I crashed on the couch. Daddy tried to get me to bed but I was so comfortable I told him I wanted to sleep on it tonight.He went away and came back with my duvet, and started to undress me, “What are you doing daddy”, I remember fussing?“You cant sleep in your clothes”, he replied so I tried to help as he undid buttons and zippers and then I felt the duvet covering me and daddy bending over me and giving me a big goodnight kiss on my mouth.I kissed him back and it felt nice, “I love you”, I told him, and we kissed again, then I pushed myself back against the couch and I asked him to sleep with me on the couch, I wanted to hug him perhaps, even more than than that, I felt starved of affection and sexual love, I wanted to feel a mans body against my own, so I kept repeating myself, “Sleep with me daddy, just until I fall asleep”. That seemed to do the trick, as he got up and turned off the lights and got in beside me, and as he cuddled up, I felt his erection press against my stomach, as we jostled i the limited space.“You’re naked daddy”, I giggled, and he retorted, “so are you daughter”, by now we were crushing against each other and I felt a rising desire that had been missing for such a long time, and I raised my leg to go over his and as I did so, I felt his penis push against my vagina, and a wave of burgeoning desire swept over me, and I groaned, “Oh daddy”, as I heaved myself on top and he just went in deeply, all the way in and my body just did the rest as we fucked, I could not stop, nor did I want to.2.) The Dominant Boss at the OfficeWhen I went for the interview, I prayed he would be a horn-dog, wanting to hire me for sex. I knew I had it all, great tits and a peachy bum, I was tall and sporty, with a crowning mane of blond locks, thanks to my Scandinavian heritage and green eyes, with Celtic blood.I sat indecently for a sophisticated woman, I deliberately showed more than a woman should, but I wanted the job, even if it meant going down on him, I needed the money.His questions were more what I could do for him at a personal level, was I willing to travel and stay in hotels, of course I would, and my knees would part a little more.I got the job and the security of harassment laws, that protected me from his assumed gains during the interview. I was an experienced woman, and I enjoyed my sex, I even had a small lipstick vibrator in my handbag and I admit to using it when I felt the urge, which was often, and daringly, when sitting opposite the same man, with only my panties keeping it safe from falling out. Yes I was that sort of woman.My boss did want me, he told me in so many words, and I had that power over him, especially after seeing his wife, why would a man like him not want to fuck every orifice in my body, we both knew it, and I teased him with it, on the only journey we ever undertook, I masturbated myself knowing he was listening in his room next to mine, I had noted his bed was along the same wall, and even quipped, looks like we are sleeping together with a wall between us.sexI could hear his breathing, and he could hear my moans and the sounds of my vibrator working itself in and out of my sloppy wet pussy. Over breakfast the next morning he remarked it sounded like I was enjoying myself, “I was”, I retorted, “girls do masturbate too”, I added, just so he knew I heard him jacking off.I never used the laws in place to report his sexist views, or intimidating behaviour, I was simply not that type of weak scared girl, I gave as good as I got, and I got good bonuses and favours in return for being dirty and sluttish, we always took it to the edge and I could see his bulge in his pants, I loved being desired sexually and even more, I loved dominating my boss by being overtly sexual when alone with him, that is until the Christmas office party, where he turned the tables, that was five years back, and I have been paying the price ever since.I had been in his employ for close to eighteen months, and was his personal secretary, the tall leggy blond that only wore stockings, that were slutty netted, with huge diamonds, stockings he bought from women’s catalogues and paid me to put on, as he watched through his keyhole, I entertained his little kink every morning and enjoyed the envelope stashed with cash paid weekly, no questions asked, for ten minutes of my working day, and countless dictates sitting with my legs open, knowing he had his cock out behind his desk getting off on my visual beauty.The Christmas bash was an all out affair, with great buffet and champagne, and office flirtations coming to a head, over darkened office desks, as some people fucked with gay abandon, and released that pent up frustration that builds throughout the year and is released with the party pill popping and free booze.It all started when I took my husband down to the copy room where we caught an intern, Sandra, sitting on the copier, scanning her naked ass. What she never bargained for was her tiny tight pussy was also sitting snugly between her cute butt cheeks, we almost saw what she had eaten for breakfast.Sandra was pissed out of her skull and as we helped her down from the xerox machine, her cute little panties fell down to her slim ankles, as she flung her arms around my husbands neck, I saw my husband admire Sandra’s bum and pussy, and fold it into his pocket.“Well it’s my turn”, I said, and eased my skirt up, and pulled my own panties down and sat on the plate glass, and thus, my ass and cunt were streaming out and landing atop of Sandra’s, “Now you have us both to admire”, I said, noting my husband was stroking Sandra’s bare ass, under her short dress.I climbed down and left my knickers alongside Sandra’s on the copy room floor, “Follow me”, I said as we dragged Sandra into the elevator and up to my office floor, and into my office.I left my husband holding her limp body and sat down on my desk chair, “You do her the honers, and I shall watch”, and I took out my vibrator and watched my husband and my work colleague Sandra, fuck each other on my carpet, and eventually, I got up, went over, and joined in.After the holiday break, I went into the office to find my boss sitting there beaming, with his cock out and stroking himself so openly. “I have been waiting for you”, he said somewhat triumphantly, and he spun his computer monitor around so I could see what he was jacking off to, it was me, my husband and Sandra on my office floor. I had forgotten all about the office security cams.I went blank, lost for words, everything crashed, and as I watched him he beckoned me over to his chair, where I dropped to my knees, and for the first time, took him in my mouth until he cummed.Everything changed, he watched me dress in the morning and than fucked me over my desk, Sandra was invited to join us and together we explored everything sexually conceivable between women and Sandra fell pregnant, but even here he never relented, fucking her until his baby was born with a black eye and his demand for my own pregnancy, but I told him I could not medically conceive, so in the end, even here I lost out to the fertile Sandra, her pregnancies led to them getting married eventually and my being released from my job after seven years.Thousands of free fucks he had had from me, and never once did my husband question me if my boss ever did have me, of course he never knew of the blackmail he had over me, or Sandra, life went on and we just did our best.Many years later, we read of his passing and the fact he left a wife, Sandra and six c***dren, boy did he fuck her, but she was setup for life, and I often wondered about her first born, after all, my husband was in there first.

It was a week before Xmas, and the gang down at work was having a gift exchange. The rules of the gift exchange where simple, no gifts over $10, and all gifts could not be sex-specific. However, since most of my co-workers are women, most of the gifts were feminine. After the gifts where picked, and all said and done, I ended up with some bath and body shower set. Everyone poked and made fun, but I said fuck it and kept my gift. On the way home from work I was trying to decide what I could do with my new found “Body Wash.” I thought of maybe a re-gift, or maybe just giving it to my sister of something. I decided on the latter. When I arrived home I went inside and tossed my keys on the table. I looked around and noticed no one was home. I figured everyone was out Xmas shopping, and decided to grab some dinner. After I was done eating, my sister came strolling through the door. “Hey, what’s up?” I said. “Nothing much, you?” she replied. “Same.” About that time she walked over to the table and picked up the shower kit. “You forget to wrap one of my gifts?!” she said excitedly. “Uh, no.” “Well then who is it for?” I turned around, and saw what she was talking about. “Oh that? I was planing on giving it to mom.” “What!” she exclaimed. “Why did you want it?” She gave me this open jawed look, like I had just slapped her face. “You know I love this kinda of stuff! Come on! Is it for me or not?” she said put her hands to her hip. I smiled and thought about what I could make her do for it. The thought of her doing dishes or cleaning the house in general entered my mind, but then I started thinking about her on her knees sucking my cock. Yes, there she was making long strokes with her hand, bobbing her head up and down, licking the end of my… “Hello! Are you here?” my sister said interrupting my fantasy. “Yeah I am here, I was just thinking.” “About what?” “Well, since you seem so eager to have this shower crap I was thinking of what I could get you to do for it.” “Oh! Please I really want it, and besides what are you going to use it for? You going to jerk off with it in the shower?” After she said it, she put her hand to her mouth thinking she went to far. I eased her fear and smiled at her. “Well you know that doesn’t sound to bad! I think I might go do that right now,” I said marching down the hall to the bathroom. “No don’t!” “Why not? It was your idea.” “Please I really want it!” she said, practically on her knees. Again the vision of her sucking me off entered my head. I starred down at her lips letting my gaze go down to her chest where to very firm B cup sized tits moved up and down. It was getting to be too much. My face flustered and my dick pushed at my jeans. The thought of jerking off in the shower was weighing on my mind, but then I decided to be bold. “If you want it so badly sis, why don’t you join me?” I said. She didn’t answer at first, she just looked at me mouth closed, as if she was pondering the act in her mind. She looked down at my crotch seeing my very visible hard-on. She looked back at me and her face grew red. “I… don’t…” she said mumbled under her breath. “What?! It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.” She looked at me again and shrugged her shoulders. “Okay I will, but no touching,” she said pointing a finger at my bulge. “Okay, lets go then.”shower sex storiesWith that we both stepped into the bathroom together and locked the door. We then very awkwardly began taking off our clothes. My sister turned to the side, facing the full-length mirror. While I stood in front of the shower facing my sister. I went first, removing my belt, followed by socks and my shirt. My sister-followed suit first removing her shoes then her socks. I stood for a moment drinking in my lil’ sister with my eyes. Yes we have seen each other naked, but not to this degree. As I was starring at her, she removed her shirt of her head, followed by her jeans. She looked over at me and smiled. “What are you waiting for? Start the water and get naked!” my sister said moving her hands behind her back. I agreed and opened the shower curtain, and began running the water until it was warm. I turned around and saw my lil’ sister bending over and removing her panty’s. I closed my eyes and reopened them, hoping that this was not a dream. I finished taking my clothes off and check the water, it was warm enough. I turned to tell my sister, but she was right behind me. “Is it ready?” she asked sweetly. “Yup, go ahead and get in.” She obeyed and climbed into the shower. This was the first time I was treated to a full, close-up view of my sister. I climbed in behind her and began rinsing my body. But I had to get very close to my sister just to get enough water. As I got closer my dick, which was ready to go, bumped against her ass checks. “Hey. I said no touching,” my sister said while pushing me back. “Sorry, I am just really turned on.” She smiled and reached for the body wash. She opened the cap and began filling her hand with it. She motioned for me to take some and I put my hand out, trying not to stick my dick in her ass again. After she squeezed a very generous hand full into my hand, she put the bottle down and began run the soapy mixture on her body starting at her stomach and working outward in a circle. The sent of Camille filled the air as we soaped up our bodies. I pumped my dick and watched my lil’ sister as soaped up her legs, her chest, and her ass checks. She turned around looked down at my ” activities.” “Well I bet your dick has never felt like this,” she said soaping up her arms. “Almost never, I have some lotion in my room, it doesn’t smell as good but it’s the same effect.” She laughed and motioned for me to switch places with her. I stepped into the main spray of the shower and began washing away the body wash. I cupped my hands and splashed water on my face, as I did I felt my sister’s tits press into my back. I looked over my shoulder to see my sister with the biggest smile I had ever seen. “Wow! You really held out. I thought for sure you where going to fondle my tits, or at the least come on me,” she said whilst wrapping her arms around my waist. “Well I must admit..” I tried to finish but she put a finger to my lip. She then reached down and began stroking my dick. I groaned as she pulled on my very hard dick, all the while rubbing her legs against mine. I reached around felt her ass. She giggled and turned me around. “You like?” she said pulling at both her nipples. “Hell yeah!” With that I moved my hands to her tits. She let out a short scream. I stopped and looked down to see that my dick had just passed below her pussy, but close enough to touch her lips. We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity. “Do it!” she said, flashing me a smile. I didn’t hesitate. I took my dick and guided into her tight pussy. I plunged again and again into her most taboo pussy, as she wrapped a leg around me moaning over and over. It wasn’t long before I knew I was going to come. I pulled out, and just when she was about to protest I and pumped my dick and shot stream after stream of cum onto her tits, and stomach. I looked down at my dick, squeezing out the last few drops. My sister then got onto her knees and cleaned off my dick. Hope you enjoyed, as always pics and comments welcome.

My world was turned upside down. Grandma and Grandpa were here for the week, and I had to stay at…

For some who are not into certain “scenes”, I’ve re-written the story a bit and ask your indulgence–I’ve received a…

Mona entered the plush office of her boss, John Powers, exactly at 5:15. She had been coming to his office every working day ever since he had caught her stealing $5000 from his private funds. She locked the door and turned toward his desk. He waited, as always, behind the large walnut desk for Mona to arrive and start the session that he had been thinking about all day. Mona had hated the thing at first but after several weeks, she had grown to like it. Powers had told her that she would go to jail or… she could be his “Sex Slave”! Now after finishing up the day’s work of typing and filling papers, she would finish this task! Mona wore the tight black dress with the scoop neckline that he liked so much. When she got down on her knees before him and began to fumble at his pants zipper, he enjoyed the wonderful view down into Mona’s bosom and the deep, firm cleavage she possessed. “Hello Mona Dear! You’re right on time as always,” Powers said as he moved his legs so that Mona could get closer to him. Powers’ wall stereo played softly in the background as Mona unzipped his slacks. Mona remembered the first day and how terrified she was, but now she rather enjoyed the feel of his penis in her mouth and the way it would grow and harden under her lips and tongue. The way she could get him to moan and beg her as she expertly massaged his member to complete erection and then to explode with his customary groans of pleasure. During those minutes, Mona felt more feminine and desirable than any time in her life and she tried to improve her technique each time they met. Mona drew out his soft cock and kissed the tip. With her eyes closed, she opened her ruby lips and encircled the warm flesh and slowly lowered her mouth onto his member. John Powers enjoyed the sight of his personal secretary as she bobbed up and down between his open legs. Her honey-blond hair fell down over his thighs and her full firm breasts touched his legs when she leaned forward. He had always thought she resembled the late movie star: Marilyn Monroe and she did a bit, except that Mona had bigger, firmer breasts and her legs were longer. Later when she had brought a great sigh from Powers lips and he had almost caused her to gag on the quantity of his pearly liquid spurting down her throat, he had Mona move to his large overstuffed chair and he turned her so he could undo the six buttons on the back of her dress. He pulled it down and then unfastened the wide bra strap at her back. Mona wore a custom made white underwire model 36D that had panels of sheer lace along the sides and fitted her perfectly. John Powers slid the straps down her arms and dropped the garment by the chair. Now he pushed Mona back into the chair and kissed each of her full breasts, newly released from the cloth prison. He sucked her pink nipped tips until Mona tried to pull away, as he nipped one erect nub, and she gasped, “Oh John! Please! You can’t bite them like that! It HURTS!” John continued kissing and sucking Mona’s breasts for a time and then stopped. He held her by the shoulders and looking into her green eyes, told her :” Mona, my dear, I want you to spend a weekend with a friend of mine. A Doctor and his wife.” Mona was slipping the bra back on and pulling her dress back in place. “What? You want me to go to a stranger and spend the night?,” she said. Powers continued: “You will have dinner with my friend Doctor Morrieau and his wife; Vanisa. They have wanted to meet you and they have a large, beautiful home in the Spring Oaks part of Town. You’ll love them both!” Powers was locking up now and Mona followed him out the office door. ” I’ll pick you up at 8:00 and we’ll have an exciting evening. Mona…… wear the red strapless dress with black lacy thigh high hose, the red heels and that bra with the two holes cut out”! Powers smiled at Mona’s troubled looks and he knew she hated the outfit he bought for her and especially the black bra that allowed her nipples to protrude through and could be seen through the thin material of the red dress. Also the bra would keep her nipples tormented and erect all evening and she would no doubt, be blushing all evening. At 8:30, Powers big black Town car pulled up in the covered drive of the Doctor’s mansion. Mona shivered as she saw the man dressed in a dark suit, as he opened the car door and helped her out. “Good evening Miss and you Mister Powers! The Morrieaus are waiting in the living room for you both.”, the man servant said. Mona noticed the man’s wrist as he helped her out; a black leather band with a small silver chain encircled his wrist. She noticed he wore one on his other wrist also. “Good Evening Boris “!, Powers said as he opened his door and then got out. He took Mona into the mansion, past the smiling servant who held the door open for them. Inside Mona was greeted by the hosts; a tall, well dressed, dark haired, smiling man of 45 years, who kissed Mona’s hand and his wife; a slim, attractive raven haired woman of 35 who was dressed in a long black strapless dress also. Mona noticed she had a black leather wristband also, with the silver chain on the outside of the strap. Mona could see that she had small breasts. “Mona, I want you to meet my good friends ; Doctor and Mrs. Morrieau ,” Powers said to Mona. “Call me Vanisa, my dear. I love your dress and that fabulous figure of yours!,” the doctor’s wife said. “And this is MONA!,” John Powers said. “Dinner is served,” Boris said and they entered into the dining room; a large room, well lighted and a large table set for four. Boris served the dinner of lobster and then later a baked Alaska for dessert. All during the meal, the servant poured chilled champagne for the four. It seemed to Mona, that a soon as she took a sip from her glass, it was filled again to the top. Mona noticed the walls were filled with many paintings; mostly nudes of women. Some were nude women, bound and gagged. In the corner of the room was a marble sculpture on a walnut pedestal. It was a nude woman ; bound and gagged and her arms raised above her head, the wrists tied together over her head; a real rope ran from the marble wrists to the ceiling above to a silver ring hanging there. The stone figure had full breasts, the nipples plainly erect. Mona had a feeling of dread come over her as she looked at the sculpture. After dinner, Powers excused himself and left the Doctor’s home. “Have a fine time here this weekend and try to enjoy yourself ,” John Powers said to Mona as he shook hands with the Doctor. ” And learn from your hosts, my dear, what ever they teach you!.” Doctor Morrieau and Vanisa each took hold of one of Mona’s arms and led her into the den. “Now, Mona dear, It’s time to watch some interesting films. Have you ever heard of a movie called “The Story of O”?, Dr. Morrieau whispered to her.Nudist beach girl nudeThe den was a large walnut panelled room with a large screen TV on the far wall and a complete home theater sound system installed. Opposite the screen was a large, curved couch; in beige leather. The room had indirect, dimmed lighting and along each wall were several nude oil paintings of bound and gagged women. Mona could see one that looked like a portrait of Vanisa. She was clad in a black leather corset that left her tiny breasts bare; her arms tied behind her and her mouth fitted with a red ball, held in place with a black leather strap. She was tied to a post and behind her was a male figure who held in his hand a whip or was it a rope? Mona shivered with fear, as she gazed with growing horror at the pictures and wished her boss had taken her with him, when he left. Doctor Morrieau started the movie and Vanisa exited the room saying: ” I’ll be right back Mona my dear! I want to get into something more comfortable, to watch the video.” Boris stood behind the couch, in the darkness, silently waiting for any orders from his master. The movie began. It was a French version of the classic tale of “O,” with English subtitles. The Doctor sat next to Mona on the couch, his shoulder and arm touching her. Then minutes later, Vanisa entered the room and sat on the other side of Mona. Mrs. Morrieau was clad in a black leather corset and black thigh high hose with black high heels. She wore a small black mask and carried a short leather whip. “I see you started the movie without me!, she said to them. Mona couldn’t think of anything to say and stared at the TV screen where a young French woman was shown being led into a large mansion by her lover and told to learn and desire the experiences she would be shown in the following days at the “Rosserie.” Mona watched as the woman “O” is stripped and whipped by masked men and chained to the wall in her room. In the darkness, Mona feels a hand on her knee and a whispered voice in her ear: ” We’re getting near the good parts, Mona my dear!’, Vanisa breathes. Mona watched the video silently in the dimly lighted room and wanted to get up and run out of the house, but it seemed that part of her wanted to see what her dinner partners were going to do. When the movie ended, Dr. Morrieau turned to Mona and brought out a pair of black leather wrist restraint-handcuffs. (Steel handcuffs with leather padding where the cuffs touched the wrists.) He snapped them on Mona and said: “Now my child, the real instruction begins!” Mona tried to say something in protest, but at the same time Vanisa began to unzip Mona’s dress in back. In a second, Mona’s “custom bra” was exposed and they were amused at her embarrassment and blushing when Vanisa called to her husband, “OH my dear, HOW very KINKY! Look dear at her darling pink nipples!” Quickly, with the Doctor holding Mona’s wrists, Vanisa unsnapped the strapless white brassiere and with a gleeful laugh, stripped it off and filled her hands with Mona’s full, firm breasts! Mona’s eyes opened wide and she screamed out loud: ” LET ME GO! YOU PERVERTED BITCH!” YOU’RE BOTH A PAIR OF PERVERTS!” Mona tried to tear herself free, but Vanisa held on tightly and pulled Mona close to her. “I’ve been wanting to see those magnificent, big tithes of yours all night, my dear! ……..and Rupert, they are indeed REAL!” Mona had turned a deeper shade of red as they struggled on the couch and she was angry and embarrassed; frightened and excited. The doctor pulled Mona to her feet and holding her arms above her head allowed Vanisa to completely disrobe the blonde woman. When she removed Mona’s white bikini panties, Vanisa remarked: “Ahhhh, you’re not a real blonde, are you?,” as the dark triangle of trimmed hair appeared. They let Mona keep on her dark thigh- high hose and her high heels. “Now we will retire to the “Training Room,” Rupert said as he led Mona downstairs into a wine cellar. Boris, the butler gathered up all of Mona’s clothing from the carpet and divan. Looking to see if anyone was watching, he took Mona’s white bikini panties and held them to his nose, before he stuffed them into his pants pocket. Mona was tied with a nylon rope hanging from a ring in the ceiling to her handcuffed wrists and the rope was pulled tight, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes. Her arms were up over her head and her breasts thrust out, the pink nipples fully erect. Her rump was pushed out in back and a pair of stage lights illuminated the scene . “Excuse me, my dear, I need to change into something more appropriate. I’ll be right back!” The wine cellar was part wine cellar and part Dungeon! The walls were stone, with a high ceiling of heavy wood timbers. Mona hung from the rope and tied to see the wall to her left, as it appeared to be covered with tools and ropes… or whips. The wall was filled with a collection of bondage items; whips, paddles, gags and other restraints. Before she had time to study them, Vanisa came up to Mona and pulled her close, pressing her lips onto Mona’s mouth and thrusting her tongue deep into Mona’s mouth! Mona recoiled, trying to evade Vanisa’s advances. In a few minutes, Vanisa tired of Mona’s lips and moved lower. She captured Mona’s right nipple in her mouth and began sucking it with increasing suction. She kissed and sucked the breasts and nipples until Vanisa’s mouth grew tired. Mona struggled against the leather- clad woman and tried to resist her, but she allowed a moan of pleasure escape her mouth as Vanisa ran her tongue across her sensitive, tortured nipples. Dr. Morrieau returned wearing a black leather vest and a pair of long black leather skin- tight pants. He wore black boots with zippers along the sides and a small face mask. “NOW we can begin!” The servant carried a video camera and a tripod. “Your Master and Boss John Powers wants a full report of this weekend, Mona Dear. We will record the training sessions,” Rupert said. Boris helped the Doctor attach another pair of restrains around Mona’s ankles. The leather covered bands had a small pair of chains that were locked to a pair of rings set in the concrete floor. Mona’s feet were pulled apart and she heard the click of a padlock snapped into place, locking the chain to the ring. Boris did the same to Mona’s other ankle. Boris wore some black leather pants, black boots and was shirtless. His hairy chest visible to Mona as he stepped back into the shadows of the wine cellar and she also noted the large bulge of his cock beneath the thin leather. Vanisa brought out a pair of nipple clamps and after teasing and pinching Mona’s nipples so that they both were erect, she attached them to the tortured pink tips. Mona tried to shrink back, but she was held in the grip of the tight chains and she could only sway back an inch or so. Vanisa had a small silver chain that she attached to each clamp and she gave it a yank, pulling Mona’s breasts out, the nipples becoming pointed and sending a sharp wave of pain through her and bringing tears to her eyes. “Oooohhhh YOU BITCH WITCH!,” Mona screamed at her tormentor. “What are you doing this to me?,” Mona asked. Vanisa answered :” This is just part of the training that John Powers asked us to do for him, because he wants you to be his Sex Slave!… didn’t he tell you dear?,” Vanisa said and laughed at Mona’s shocked, surprised look. Before Mona could say another word, the Doctor appeared in front and showed Mona a wood paddle. It was an 18 inch long, 1/2 inch thick piece of wood with a carved handle. “This is my favorite one, Mona dear and it really gets your attention, as you will soon see… and feel! ,” he said as he steeped behind the woman hanging from the ceiling, her legs spread apart clad in black thigh-high lacy top stockings and wearing the black high heel pumps. For a second, Rupert studied the pinkish tan curves of Mona’s firm, cool rump and then he swung back and with all his might brought the paddle down across Mona’s trembling ass. Mona screamed and almost thrust herself free of her restraints. Before the red hot sheet of pain could fully engulf her, another blow was delivered to her round rump. Mona’s breasts were thrusting forward with each swat and she was pleading with the Doctor to stop. Between her screams and gasps, she was yelling: “Ooohhhh Please PLEASE! It HURTS SO……MUCH! AAaaaaeeeeeeEEE! OHH I CAN”T STAND IT!!! Oooohhhhhhh PLEASE “! Mona’s hair had fallen over her eyes and she was cover with sweat. Her rear was burning like fire and had developed a ruby glow; red marks criss-crossed her backside and the backs of her thighs. After about 15 minutes of spanking had taken place, the cellar was quiet except for the sounds of Mona softly crying and the Doctor as he panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Mona hung from her wrists, completely exhausted, trying to catch her breath. Vanisa stepped out from watching her husband teach Mona about the value of the Paddle and held a small black leather whip. Many strands of leather strips had been plated together to form the handle. The length of the whip was about five feet and Vanisa took a position of about four feet in back of Mona. The whip first landed across Mona’s back, bringing a less vocal scream from her, but when Vanisa moved down to her thighs, Mona responded with louder screams. Vanisa ended the “training” with several whips to Mona’s breasts and after removing the clamps, took careful aim at her perfect nipples, which received several strokes of the stinging leathers. Mona was thoroughly worn out and was almost about ready to pass out. Rupert signalled to Boris and Mona was released from the chains and taken down. “Give her a hot bath and put her in the bedroom next door. Put her in an ankle chain before you lock the door,” the Doctor said, as he helped Vanisa put away the paddle and the whip.taboo porn sex photoMona lay face up on the bed, in the darkness of the room. She burned and ached in just about every part of her body. Her butt seemed to throb with every heartbeat and her poor nipples surely must have been torn from her breasts. A band of metal was locked around her right ankle and a medium sized chain ran from it up to a ring set in the ceiling. She could move off the bed to a toilet in the corner of the room if she wished, but the concrete floor was cold to her bare feet, so she remained in bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying to figure out why the two people hated her so much and why the monster she worked for had done this to her. There was a small night light in the ceiling that allowed her to see somewhat. She could see that she was still completely nude and that except for the bed, chain and toilet, the room was bare. She lay for several minutes, trying to drift off into sleep, when she sensed that someone else was in the room. Suddenly, a body leaped on top of her and a cloth was forced into her mouth and tied tightly with a strip of cloth or a short piece of rope. Hands held her arms and Mona felt the coarse chest hair of a man press down onto her bare breasts and cause her nipples more pain. Boris had her wrists strapped to small rings that were located on either side of the bed and whispered to her: “Don’t struggle so……. I will not do you any harm. I just want you to know you have a friend here…….a friend who loves you and wants to ……make LOVE …….to You!” Mona tried to get his chest away from her very sensitive nipples and answered him with a “Un Huh!,” but with the gag in place, it came out as a muffled, “Um mmmm.” Was this really happening to her? Or was she dreaming it all? Before she could think another thought, she felt fingers at her breasts, touching them, then cupping both of the “D cup” mounds and then pinching the tender erecting tips. His lips covered each of her nipples now and Mona tightly shut her eyes, expecting more pain, but this time his warm, wet tongue soothed her and it felt good for a change. Boris continued his sucking and kissing until he felt his cock become fully erect and then he quickly pressed it toward Mona’s moist pussy lips and swiftly inserted it fully into her. Mona gasped and she tried to arch her back, but only succeeded to flatten her round breasts against the man’s chest. Now he was beginning to thrust the hard penis deeper and slowly withdraw it in steady, even strokes, forcing Mona to emit a gasp as he pressed in and a moan of pleasure as he brought his manhood almost out of her. After several minutes of this, where only the sounds to be heard were the moans and gasps coming from Mona and some sounds from Boris and the bed creaking……he felt her muscles gripping his staff increase their pressure and his balls were beginning to tighten up; his orgasm swiftly approaching. Then he heard Mona let out a muffled “UuuuMmmmmmmmmmmm! ,” just as he felt the explosion like spasm empty his sperm into her. In the weeks that followed, Mona was whipped when she did not follow orders and she was instructed in various ways to please her Master ; Doctor Rupert and her real Master ; John Powers. She was allowed to dine with her teachers, dressed in a black silk cape that was attached to a thin black leather collar around her neck. The cape was as long as Mona but she was told to never allow the cloth to conceal her round breasts and rosy nipples and if she failed to do this, she was whipped and/or spanked that night. The hair covering her pussy lips was shaved by Boris and observed by Rupert and Vanisa one night, while they all drank champagne and laughed at Mona as she blushed and hung her head in shame during the ordeal. While Rupert held Mona’s arms from behind her, with Mona sitting in a straight chair, the servant applied the warm shave cream and used a safety razor, while Vanisa poured the champagne and studied the operation closely. After Boris was finished, Vanisa grabbed the towel away from Boris and cleaned the left over shave cream from Mona’s belly and her open thighs. When her slick slit appeared, free of any protection, Vanisa brought her lips close and kissed her pussy, laughing: “Oh Mona Dear……now you’re really sweet enough to eat”! Mona blushed deeper and looked down, saying nothing. Boris continued to visit Mona at night, in her room and he unlocked the chain from her ankle during the time he made love to her. Mona hated these meetings at first but as the weeks passed, she began to look forward to the servant’s gentle touch and his large, firm cock that filled her completely and gave her many powerful orgasms, that caused her to scream out and to loose control of her mind as she experienced the waves of pleasure roll over her as they both came at the same time. The day that Mona left her Instructors and was delivered back to her boss; John Powers, was both a sad and joyful day. Mona was dressed in a tight black mini dress with a low neckline. Her legs were encased in grey thigh high, lace top hose and her shoes were open toed black leather with 5 inch heels. Mona wore a black bra with the tips cut out so that her nipples were slightly visible beneath the taunt cloth. When she walked, her heavy breasts swung a little and bounced if she walked fast, to the joy of any male eyes that might be watching her. Her breasts and belly had been perfumed and her black bikini panties had been scented with a perfume that Powers liked. Her hair had been done and she wore a pair of new pearl earrings. Her lips were fixed with a deep red lipstick and her eyelids done with a light blue shade, she felt very beautiful…….and she was. On her wrist was a black leather bracelet with a silver chain on the outside. Mona had been taught to keep her head bowed and her eyes down when confronting her Master/Boss and not to look directly at him, unless she was spoken to. She was given a white apron to put on and told to serve coffee to Powers and several of his vice-presidents at a meeting that took place at 1:00. She had been instructed to lean low when serving the coffee to the men, so that they might get a nice view of her full breasts as they reached for the coffee cups and not to resist, if a hand brushed a breast or fingers should pinch her nipples. She had been instructed to never say “No” and she would even bare her breasts to a man if he should ask her and if he asked Powers first! Mona had stopped being embarrassed at these things and seldom blushed now, but she still felt like the things that were happening to her, were happening to some other person, and she was watching it all……as if she were watching a foreign movie.sex photoMona was driven to Powers home that evening and followed him inside the dark mansion to her room, where she was told to unpack her small suitcase and “make herself at Home”! On the bed was a short black dress, black mesh hose, black high heel shoes and a white apron; all new and just her size; a “French Maid’s Outfit.” “This will be your new home, Mona and you will be the new maid for my wife and myself. I have a man servant also. His name is Peters. He will help you during your stay with me. He will assist me, if you need discipline and correcting. You will not wear any underwear, unless you get my permission FIRST, and you will not have any sex with anyone but ME! Now put on the maid’s uniform and help Peters server dinner to Vanisa and myself, downstairs in 5 minutes,” Powers said. Mona watched him leave the room and began undressing. A tear formed in her eye and rolled down her cheek, followed by another… and another. She was soon nude, except for the black leather bracelet that was locked in place… it would never be removed, just as she could never leave this house. The End

It was a normal day at Thompson High. The sun was shining and Mindy Denson was sitting on the steps…

My name is Melanie Stuart, Mel to anyone who really knows me. This story hinges on a problem I have had since age twelve. I am told it is a serious one, at least that’s what all the doctors and talk show hosts say. It may seem very distasteful or even quite disgusting to many that read this story. For this I am sorry, but if I am to be honest I must tell it as it really happened.I guess my problem or illness started when I was in gymnastics. I was a good gymnast and trained four hours a day with dreams of going to the Olympics. Being a gymnast I had to watch my weight and like many of my teammates developed an eating disorder. Yes, I was bulimic. I’d go on binges eating everything in sight and then make myself throw up. My teammates and I used to have bingeing parties eating whole bags of chips and cookies and then watch each other puke it all up. We thought it was cool, but also knew it was wrong and dangerous so we kept it secret from everyone outside our little cliche.An injury ended my gymnastics career just before I turned fourteen. I left the sport with a tight, under-developed (for my age) gymnast body and of course my dark secret, bulimia. During the next few years my body began to change rapidly and by the time I turned sixteen I was no longer that cute little flat gymnast. Though still somewhat petite at 5’2,” I was now a 34C and had sprouted 37 inch hips and full round buttocks while keeping a 25 inch waist. My legs, though they had lost some of the muscle tone I had had while competing, were still very strong and shapely.In high school guys showed a lot of interest in me. I have to admit that I certainly went out of my way to encourage them. I dated often and figured out what boys wanted very quickly. I lost my virginity my sophomore year and never looked back.Though I guess I had an alright body I was still bulimic and constantly struggled, usually unsuccessfully, with the temptation to binge and purge. I kept it a secret from everyone until I met Mike.Mike and I met my Freshman year in college shortly after I turned eighteen. He was twenty-seven, a grad student at the university and, I might add, gorgeous, 6’2″ and about 180lbs with beautiful blue eyes. I was in love the moment I met him. We started dating and it soon led to me spending a lot of nights at his apartment. I loved it, but sometimes when we had gone out for dinner and I had eaten a lot I felt the compulsion to purge. Sometimes when the urge became too much for me I’d wait until he fell asleep and then sneak to the bathroom and make myself barf. I did this a few times and he never seemed the wiser, at least that was what I thought.I guess I hadn’t been careful enough because one night as I was sticking my fingers down my throat the bathroom door flew open. The next thing I knew Mike was standing over me with a look of shock on his face as I quickly pulled my hand away from my mouth. I was mortified.“So, what’s the matter Mel?” he asked still staring at me huddled by the toilet in a t shirt and panties, my face flushed in panic.“I, I wasn’t feeling well,” I lied though it was at least partially true.“Why the fingers down the throat then?” he asked suspiciously as he leaned against the sink in his underwear…I hesitated a few anxious moments diverting my eyes guiltily from him… Unable to look at him I just stared at the floor anxiously, “I thought it would help,” I whimpered.“You seem to have this problem a lot. I suspect there is more to this,” he said accusingly.I sat there on the cold tile floor leaning against the toilet dumbfounded. “He Knows,” I screamed inside. Tears began to flow down my cheeks as I looked up at him, “Please don’t be mad,” I cried.As tears streamed down my face he knelt down next to me and took me in his arms. At first I didn’t even notice this understanding gesture as I became consumed in the embarrassment and humiliation that he now knew my dark secret.“Mel, it’s ok. I understand,” he whispered as he comforted me in his arms.I raised my head and looked through my puffy tearing eyes at the sincerely concerned expression on his face. His reaction surprised me. “You don’t think I’m disgusting?” I asked between sniffles.“No honey, I don’t,” he said smiling as he wiped the tears from my cheek.“I love you so much,” I cried wrapping my arms around his neck.Our lips met in a soft, beautiful union. It was quite honestly the most romantic kiss I had ever experienced despite the fact that we were leaning against the toilet. I was in heaven and opened my mouth as his tongue played lovingly with mine.While I sucked on his tongue he slipped his hand under my shirt and began to caress my soft, pliable breasts. His touch excited me so much and I held tightly to his neck with one hand as I ran my other hand over his broad muscular back welcoming his need for me.For a few minutes we were lost in an embrace that I hoped would never end, but then he pulled away and just peered into my red swollen eyes questioningly.“What?” I asked somewhat defensively.“Nothing,” he assured me still looking at me strangely.“What??” I asked again anxiously frustrated with his evasiveness. “You still want to do it, don’t you?” he probed.“No, just forget it, OK,” I whined diverting my eyes from his embarrassing gaze.“Mel, it’s ok. If you want to go ahead, really, I don’t mind, really,” he insisted as he tried to lift my chin to look at him.His words to say the least shocked me and I immediately looked up at him. “What??” I asked surprised that he would actually encourage me to do such a thing.His expression puzzled me I was feeling such shame, so dirty and disgusting, but at that moment he was gazing at me with desire. “How could he want me?!” I thought to myself incredulously.Glancing down I could see the obvious lustful excitement protruding in his underwear. I was speechless.Before I could find my voice he grabbed me by my hips and lifted me onto my knees so that my face lay flush against the rim of the open toilet bowl. I placed my hand on the rim and raised my face off the cold porcelain as he positioned himself behind me.“Mike, what do you want?” I asked in confusion.“Take off the shirt,” he ordered sternly.His abrupt tone was not that of my lover, he was a stranger! I had never seen him like this before. I felt a chill rush through me as my queasy stomach knotted in fear. Submissively I raised up on my knees quickly pulling the t shirt over my head.Tossing it away I timidly peeked back over my shoulder. He just stared at me as if in a daze as he slipped his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly peeled them down over my wide hips. I watched him slip my panties over the ample, meaty globes of my ass and drag them to my knees.Feeling his hand cup my sex I turned my head back to face forward and shut my eyes as I nervously submitted to his probing fingers. My knees instinctively opened wider stretching taut the elastic of my little panties. I felt so vulnerable, so defenseless at that moment, my guilt ridden mind telling me that I had no right to object no matter what he did to me. .“OOOHH,” I yelped, my eyes agape in fearful shock as my panties cut into my flesh and were ripped from my legs.For an instant his unexpected brutality left me trembling, my heart pounding in my chest, however my fear soon dissipated as two fingers worked their way into my dripping pussy. As the long thick digits began to finger fuck my wet cunt I brazenly arched my back and began to grind my crotch madly against his hand.“Oh Mike, yeah fuck me,” I whimpered.Seconds later Mike crammed a third finger into my hole stretching it wide. As he continued to fuck me his thumb seemed to be spanking my distended clit with each thrust of his hand. Lost in a masochistic haze of excruciating pleasure I spread my legs obscenely to allow him to plunge his fingers deeper into my sopping cunt. I clawed at the cold, hard rim of the open toilet, his fist slamming into my crotch incessantly, until my cunt jolted violently as I became overcome in orgasm.Mike’s fingers slipped from my oozing hole as I knelt panting breathlessly, my head hanging in the toilet with the ends of my shoulder length hair dipped in the clean clear water.Before I could move I felt his hard cock rubbing along my slit and I could feel my own arousal seeping from my pussy wetting his shaft… Coming down from my orgasm I began to feel the all too familiar cramping in my stomach. Though I felt uncomfortably bloated I wanted so much to please him and longed to feel him inside me.Gazing into the toilet water I waited anxiously for him to penetrate me. My confusion over what he had said was all but forgotten as I knelt there wiggling my fleshy ass pleadingly for him to fuck me.Finally his cock, wet with my juice, slowly slid into my hungry cunt and began a steady rhythm in and out as I moaned feeling another orgasm rising from deep in my full belly. My pussy involuntarily squeezed his beautiful prick as my pussy twinged. Tiny orgasms peaked and subsided as quickly as they came, but I wanted more and began to buck back against his rigid pistoning cock.“Do it for me Mel… Make yourself do it!” Mike exclaimed breathlessly as he rammed me from behind.“Do what?” I cried out in confusion.“I want you to make yourself do it, NOW!” he screamed as his big cock drove violently into me making my supple globes bellow from the force.“I, I can’t,” I whined suddenly realizing what he wanted me to do.“Yes you can, DO IT,” SMACK, he yelled striking my quivering ass cheek with the palm of his hand.I screamed in shock more than pain at the sudden stinging blow and grabbed the rim of the bowl with both hands in an attempt to move away from him. Mike held me firmly in place preventing me from escaping as the thrusts of his cock became much harder shoving me forward so that my head was completely over the bowl, my flopping tits banging heavily against the cold porcelain.“DO IT Mel,” SMACK – SMACK, he demanded as he again spanked me burning my sensitive fleshy ass.Mike pummeled my hot pussy relentlessly as tears fell from my cheeks rippling the still waters beneath me. Desperate to please him I reluctantly brought my fingers to my mouth. As my fingers reached my lips my mind blurred aware only of how much my bloated stomach and insatiable pussy craved release.“Oh Mike, oh God” I whimpered and then I jammed my fingers down my throat just as Mike was ramming his cock into me. My face contorted as I stared wide-eyed for the imminent carnage. I gagged violently and then suddenly I was puking into the bowl as I lunged involuntarily against the savage thrusts of Mike’s cock.Aroused and humiliated beyond reason I suddenly felt surges crashing in my cunt as I heaved one last time. Orgasms ripped through me as Mike grunted, gripping my hips tightly in his strong hands while his hot cum erupted deep in my clenching hole. Mike leaned over my sweaty back and kissed it lovingly as I gasped for breath staring at the string of spit and bile that extended from my lips to the cesspool below. I was still in a state of shock and had not yet begun to think rationally about what had just happened. At that moment I only felt relief, but the levels of that relief were not yet clear to me.Moments later Mike’s now softening manhood slipped from my sore, satiated pussy and he immediately pulled me off the toilet and swung me around to face him. When our eyes met embarrassment overwhelmed me as he gazed at my face, my eyes swollen and red, cheeks flushed and remnants of my purging still dripping from my lips and chin. To my shock he embraced me and drew me to him. I peered up at him confused that he was not repulsed by me. A strange almost mischievous smile grew on his face and then he kissed me passionately bathing his tongue in my defiled mouth. Breaking the kiss he cleaned my lips and chin with his tongue seemingly aroused by its fowl taste and stench. I watched in awe as he then took my hand and cleaned the very fingers I had only minutes before shoved down my throat. Without a word we stood up and I got in the shower as Mike flushed and cleansed the toilet bowl. He then joined me in the shower and we washed each other in utter silence. When we were done we toweled off and went to bed where I, exhausted and I guess somewhat in denial, fell asleep cradled in his strong arms…The next morning I awoke finding him already awake. His head was propped up in his hand and he had apparently been watching me sleep. “Good morning,” he whispered kissing my cheek tenderly. “How do you feel?” he asked with a concerned look.“I’m ok,” I answered hoarsely as the events of the previous evening flooded back. “I can’t believe we did that,” I said, my guilt intensifying with the graphic images of him fucking me like an animal as I made myself puke as I came on his cock.“You liked it though, didn’t you,” he smirked without hesitation.“Stop it,” I pleaded burying my face in the pillow remembering the intense orgasms I had had during the final dry heaves.My mind reeled with chaotic horror. I felt so dirty and disgusting. No normal person could ever understand what we had done. “How could I have done it- my God, how could he? Is he… are we that perverted?” I asked myself.As I began to cry Mike rolled over and got on top of me before I knew what was happening. His cock was already hard and as I pulled my pillow off my face he spread my limp legs and sunk his cock slowly into my surprisingly moist vagina. I stared up at him incensed that he would want to make love when I was feeling such anguish. Supported on elbows he stared at me lustfully. “YOU DID, you loved getting fucked while you puked your guts out,” he laughed.“NO, I didn…” my protest smothered by his lips.Suddenly I was consumed in the passion and force of his kiss and the tingling sensations his hard thrusts provoked. I ground my pelvis against his overwhelmed by my sudden hunger for him. He raised up and peered lustfully down at me as he pulled my knees up to my chest holding them captive with his strong arms.“I LOVED SEEING YOU PUKE – FUCKING YOU WITH YOUR FACE IN THE DIRTY TOILET,” he shouted as he drove deep into my defenseless cunt.“NO, OH GOD NO,” I screamed tearfully as I began to thrash about, my legs limply flailing in the air. My burning pussy began to betray me, acknowledging what I could not yet admit to myself. My darkest wanton desires seemed to fuel my arousal and suddenly surges of my orgasm began to grip my belly..“Fuck ME,” I cried, my eyes clenched shut as I became focused only on my imminent climax. Mike was an animal fucking me out of control forcing loud guttural grunts from us both each time he slammed into me. Suddenly it was there. “Oh, ohhh…” I cried as my hole constricted on his cock with crashing wavesMike rammed his cock into me for a few more seconds after my orgasms dwindled. I just lay there like a rag doll as he pumped his load into my happy pussy.We talked some afterwards about my bulimia and the events of the previous evening. Relieved that he was accepting of my illness I struggled to find some way of rationalizing what we had done. As we discussed it briefly we seemed to avoid, at least verbally, any condemnation of our perverse behavior. No matter how much I tried to deny the depravity of that night I would find myself drowning in guilt.I felt guilt on so many levels. I had always felt guilty about my bulimia, but now the fact that it had brought some twisted sexual gratification to both Mike and I appalled me. Over the next few days I tried desperately to convince myself that it had been a fluke thing brought on by our desire for each other and the shock we had both experienced when he had discovered my secret. I tried to rationalize that it had just been our unique way of dealing with it all, but his words kept haunting me. Every time I thought I had a handle on it I would relive that morning as he shouted those awful things as he fucked me, “You loved getting fucked while you puked” – “I loved watching you puke”. As his words echoed in my mind I felt so ashamed of how their perversity excited me. Each time my mind replayed that night in his bathroom I would find myself touching myself, my panties soaked with my juices.A few days later Mike suggested we go to the city and have dinner, maybe take in some clubs. I readily agreed knowing that we always had such fun when we went there. We made reservations at a little motel we had stayed at on previous trips. Mike preferred to stay overnight rather than driving the hour and a half back to campus after a night on the town drinking.Well, when we got to the city on Friday evening we weren’t really hungry so we took in a few clubs. It really was fun, we danced and drank up a storm till about midnight.When we left the last club we were famished and immediately found a cute little cafe to have dinner. I was so hungry and a little drunk so I didn’t realize how much food I ordered. When I was giving the waitress my order Mike seemed to be smirking at me. I realized that he was amused at what I was ordering and I just looked at him with a cutesy grin, “I’m hungry!” I said laughing. He just smiled and told me order whatever I wanted.I ate two appetizers, a big entry and even found a way to stuff a big slice of banana cream pie and some ice cream into me despite how gorged I felt. I’m not stupid – I knew I was bingeing, but in my somewhat drunken state I didn’t care.As we were paying the check I asked Mike to wait while I used the ladies room.“It’s not far to the motel – can you hold it?” he asked more like telling me than asking me.“Alright, let’s go,” I agreed reluctantly.He quickly paid the check and we left. I know he was looking forward to spending the rest of the evening having sex, but at that moment sex was the farthest thing from my mind. I felt so stuffed and sat uncomfortably in the passenger seat anxious to reach the motel and get it out of me.Upon reaching the motel I waited impatiently in the car as Mike checked us into our room. I felt horrible during those few minutes, my overstuffed stomach beginning to ache while struggling to hold my pee. I thought I would burst. As soon as we got in the room Mike made a dash for the bathroom. When I realized he was going to use the bathroom I tried to grab him. “I HAVE TO GO MIKE” I screamed.Ignoring me he quickly went inside and shut the door behind him as I stood outside squeezing my legs together in agony. “HURRY MIKE,” I pleaded.When he finally came out I was surprised to see that he was naked, but ignored it as I tried to get by him thankful I hadn’t peed in my pants. Just as I tried to negotiate around him he blocked the door. .“Get the fuck out of the way, I’m dying!” I cried in frustration as he just stood in the doorway smiling.“This isn’t funny – I’ve got to go,” I pleaded.“Don’t worry you’re going to go,” he laughed as he pulled his hand out from behind his back. I stared at the shower curtain he had in his hand in confusion. “What the hell are you doing with that?” I asked perplexed.“Mel take it and spread it out on the floor – I want to watch you pee on it,” he ordered holding the sheet of plastic out for me to take.“NO FUCKEN WAY,” I shouted indignantly assuming he was joking.“Well you can pee on the rug then, cause you’re not getting in here,” he said triumphantly.He stood in the doorway and crossed his arms in front of him, the curtain hanging from a fist, with a defiant look on his face. “You’re serious,” I exclaimed in disbelief.His face softened, his eyes almost pleading with me to cooperate. Please Mel, I really want this,” he said, his voice calm but firm.For a few moments I just stared at him dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe he was asking me to stand on a shower curtain and pee on it while he watched. Was he that perverted? In my wildest fantasies I had never conceived of such a thing. As I stood frozen unwilling to cooperate my bladder screamed for release quickly weakening my resolve.He stood in the doorway with an unyielding expression waiting for my inevitable submission. Realizing he was not going to let me in the bathroom I hesitantly extended my hand toward the plastic curtain in silent consent“Take off your clothes while I lay it out,” he instructed eagerly.Grimacing in disgust I went to the bed and with my back to him quickly removed my clothes desperate to pee regardless of where I did it. When I was naked I turned to face him. He already had the shower curtain laid out on the floor in front of the bathroom door and was now folding over the edges I suppose so that nothing would get on the carpet. Once he was done he stood back in the doorway and smiled mischievously.I had to pee so badly I quickly stepped onto the sheet of plastic and stood awkwardly in front of his lustful gaze unsure how I was to do it. I must have looked confused because he instructed me to spread my feet out and squat down. Exasperated I glared at him as I squatted down as he wished. .Suddenly feeling silly I nervously peeked up at him flashing him a weak smile embarrassed at how I must have appeared. I quickly diverted my attention from his eager eyes and stared down at my pussy, which was spread wide open.My bloated bladder needed no more inducement and after a couple of trickling squirts a torrid of hot piss began to pour from between my open legs. In the position I was in I could see and feel my urine splashing up wetting my ass and thighs as it flowed freely over my bare feet. Relieved as my bladder emptied on the floor I looked up at Mike and saw that he was stroking his erection as he stared wantonly at the spectacle before him.During those few seconds I watched him jerk off I began to feel a perverse excitement having done this for him. The idea of squatting naked in front of him and peeing on the floor was so taboo, so lewd, but suddenly I found it thrilling.As the stream dissipated he knelt down in front of me and took me into his arms. Dropping to my knees I returned his embrace as we kissed passionately kneeling in the warm puddle I had created for us.Reaching between us I took his rigid cock in my little hand and began to slowly stroke him just as I had watched him do to himself just moments before. Our lips parted and I watched as he immersed his hand in the puddle beside us and then raise the dripping fingers to his mouth. He gazed into my curious eyes as he extended his tongue licking my pee from them slowly. He seemed to savor the taste and licked all around each finger so not to miss a drop.If someone had told me that he would do this I’m sure I would have been grossed out. For some reason watching him taste my pee wasn’t disgusting, at that moment it was the most intensely erotic act I had ever seen.Suddenly he moved forward pushing me back onto my butt splashing pee up between my legs. My ass and thighs were covered with piss. Startled and instinctively repulsed I began to resist trying to get back on my knees, but he moved over me forcing me to lay back as he got between my legs. My god, I was laying in my own urine!“Oh Mike, God I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I whispered excitedly as he nestled his rock hard cock in my wet pubic hair.“I’m going to fuck you in your pee,” he hissed as he aimed his cock at my soaked pussy.Laying flat on my back Mike embraced me as we began to fuck excitedly in the warm pungent liquid. I wiggled beneath him overwhelmed by the sensations of my body slipping and sliding as he ground me into the wet plastic with each thrust of his stiff cock.I loved it, but his weight on my full belly was becoming too much to bare. “Please Mike, get off my stomach,” I begged.Mike, realizing my problem, got up on his knees and with an evil smirk swung my leg over turning me onto my stomach. Before he had me turned completely I tried to get myself up on my knees, but I wasn’t quick enough. The maneuver had gotten my stomach, chest and tits covered in pee, but I was beyond caring.Feeling partial relief in my aching stomach I knelt before him on my hands and knees completely wet with urine anxious to feel him inside me again. I glanced back at him, my wet hair matted to the side of my face as he entered me from behind. His cock felt so good I couldn’t help grinding my ass back to meet his initial thrusts.“Mel, PUKE FOR ME,” he yelled as he rammed his cock deep into my hungry cunt.“Oh Mike, no…not here,” I begged breathlessly relishing the full feeling of his cock.WHACK “AAAAAHHH,” I cried out as his hand crashed against my ass. SMACK – SMACK – SMACK “AAAHHH, PLEASE NO…STOP OOOOOHHH,” I screamed, my heavy ass cheeks burning. “DO IT,” he demanded as he gripped the soft flesh of my hips as he rammed his cock into me savagely.Overwhelmed with lust and humiliation I bucked my stinging ass back to meet his thrusts. With urine spraying off my flopping tits onto my face I stared down at my hands gripping the wet plastic. I knew what I had to do, what I needed so desperately.Craving relief I brought my pee drenched hand to my mouth and jammed it to the back of my throat causing me to heave and cough as I pulled my hand out of my throat. The bitter sweet taste of my piss only seemed to excite me more and again I pushed my fingers deep into my throat. My whole body lurched and then heaved as vomit launched onto the plastic beneath me. As I continued to heave my cunt suddenly clenched, my whole body convulsing in release.Mike was beside himself fucking my hot, tingling pussy excitedly as I gazed through my tears at the horrible mess beneath me. Gasping for breath I tried to turn away, but suddenly he drove his weight forward forcing my arms to give way and I fell face first into the soupy pool of vomit and urine.He lay over me mashing my tits into the hot bile, chunks of undigested food biting into my nipples. Shutting my eyes I gripped handfuls of vomit and plastic in my fists, my chin plunged up to my lips in the wretched mixture. The stench burned into my nostrils as I struggled for breath, my body helplessly sliding around in the gooey slime, as his cock drove into me like a jackhammer. Thrashing my legs wildly my cunt suddenly convulsed again Spasms ignited deep in my hole and then exploded throughout my belly. “AAAHHH,” I moaned, my cry sticking inaudibly in my raw throat.My pussy grabbed and squeezed at Mike’s swelling cock and I could feel it throb in my hole ready to shoot. “OOOH SHIT,” he grunted and then his orgasm erupted blasting jets of hot cum into my clenching hole.When he was spent he rolled off of me onto his back. I turned towards him laying my head on his chest. For a few moments we laid there recovering, our bodies intertwined as we lay like pigs in the mire.Slowly he combed his dirty fingers through my disheveled matted hair prompting me to open my eyes and look at him. His expression seemed distressed, one of agonizing guilt or remorse. Without a word I leaned forward and kissed him. “It’s ok,” I whispered.“I love you Mel,” he whimpered.“I know,” I assured him.Pulling a few strands of dripping smelly hair behind my ear I leaned forward slowly. Our lips met and then parted as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I brought my lips to his once more. We kissed tenderly our tongues and lips hungrily consuming the residue of our love.

My daddy pees on me and I like it. Sometimes I even beg him to whip out his big dick…