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Jo Goes Limitless, Part 2, Sexy Show For The Swingers (MTMFMF)

Part 2

Frankie was up on the table in no time, doing a slow twisting dance in front of Jo’s chair. For his part he did just sit back, going with it and admittedly enjoyed the show. Her (his?) breasts were exquisite and the way Frankie moved in and out made go want to reach out and grab them for a feel. He guessed he should do something for his part of the show at some point.

“Wait!” Frankie hissed in a husky voice as Jo started to reach out. He put his hand down next to him as the breast came within kissing distance of his face again, before drifting away. Jo was impressed with Frankie’s balance and confidence up on the table. The baby-doll quickly got lifted up over her head and was caste thrown gracefully towards Jon, who caught it with a laugh. Jo noticed Jon rubbing his own cock lightly and the way it was growing Jo was sure it would be bigger than his won. The guy was seriously hung! Read more »

Friend takes pics of wife – MMF

I just had to share…. My wife travels back to our home town to visit our adult children and while there, she stays with our recently divorced, long time friend (M). During these trips, my wife has her own room and nothing has never happened – he is a friend. My wife is in amazing shape and we enjoy her modeling for me and have taken 1000’s of pictures. My wife will take selfies and send to me while she is away. Ahead of her current trip she mentioned that she could have our friend take a few to send to me. “Sure – why not!” My wife and I have a very honest relationship, share our thoughts and discuss everything. Our friend would not ever cross any lines. Last night she shared a few pics they had taken. She started in a bra and a sexy thong, ended with just the thong. I can’t believe how exciting it was to receive those pictures; even though I have 1000’s of her, these caused an instant erection. Since that line has been crossed, agreed by all; I’m going to encourage them to take more. Let’s see what tonight brings.

[FT] My[f] girlfriend and I had a [t]hreesome with our neighbor[f] – Part 2

Our ‘play space’ is in the attic, and was half complete, but featured a metal cot and a small padded mattress on the far side of the third floor. I had drilled a few threaded eye bolts into the wooden beams for obvious reasons, I just never assumed this would all be put to use so suddenly, and by Meg.

After Jen left, Meg turned to my come covered face and chest and beckoned me upstairs to clean up.

“Go clean up, I’m tired and I need a shower, but we have to get you into bed first.”

*Get me into bed?* I had a sinking feeling I was the first one that was being put into a little corner of the attic Meg called the slave quarters. I was still turned on, but I would be remiss if I didn’t wish to cuddle in bed and discuss what happened and what will happen. Meg was still in her ‘role’ and if I were to voice dissension or displeasure it would kill the vibe. That I knew. Plus – I was adamant with her multiple times – that when she was feeling it as the Top she could go for it. “Don’t worry about me or my feelings, okay?” I would tell her. So, there was no chance I was going to suggest something otherwise. Read more »

Looking for a particular literotica

Not sure if this is the right place to ask. I read a literotica a few years back that I’d love to finish.

The plot was that the wife sets her husband up with her mistress friend. The mistress forces him to be a sissy by taking him out and getting their hair, Nails etc done. Followed by a very particular penis piercing, sex with the piercing employee. And more.

Anyone able to help me track that one down?

CONFESSION OF A CHINESE GRANDMOTHER

I know I shouldn’t be writing such drivel, the grandmother that I am. And worse, I know I shouldn’t be having such thoughts and behaving as I have been behaving lately. But I can’t help it. I look at men and I want to spread my legs for them. This is not behavior that is becoming of a 59 year old Chinese grandmother and a mother of two grown men, both successful and with their own families. It also is not becoming behavior for a wife of thirty-some years, whose husband is still in love with her and finds her attractive. Harry loves me and I love him back. But of late, I have had sudden intense urges to take men to my matrimonial bed and have coitus with them, and I don’t know what I can do to stop it.
Harry is well aware of my sudden strange surge in my sexual appetite and is a bit perplexed. We have always fantasized about having an orgy, but up to this point, they have only been fantasies. Now, I look at men with intense eyes of desire and my heart throbs with deep craving to smell their balls and slide their penis inside my vagina. The urge is clearly biological, since my vagina gets very wet, my nipples harden, and my ears become very hot. At such moments, I lose all sense of fear and I stare at the men fixedly and even wink at them. Most of the time, nothing comes out of it and the man looks at me with a confused, blank stare, or has a look of alarm flash in his eyes. A few times, however, especially when the man is young, in his early twenties, my blunt overture gets a positive response and the man smiles back and sometimes even engages me in a conversation. At such times, if Harry is beside me, he would gently extricate me from the interaction, but there were a couple of times when I was by myself and I had to focus hard on getting away before it was too late and I had crossed the point of no return.
My Obgyn says that for about 12% of women going through menopause, such behavior is normal. A hormonal imbalance creates an intense, excessive and persistent craving for the woman to want to copulate, she assured me. In my case, I pointed out to my doctor, I have been out of menopause for years, so it is unlikely that the explanation is correct. But the doctor insists that it must be related to a hormonal imbalance and that I had nothing to worry about.
And so, I have been masturbating a lot. Harry has subscribed me to Playgirl Magazine, where pictures of handsome men with large, dangling penises grace the pages of the magazine. That and he has been buying me pornographic DVDs especially produced for women’s enjoyment. And, of course, we are having coitus more frequently than before, at least once a day, and several times over the weekend and holidays. Harry is doing all he can, to be sure, and seems to be enjoying the upsurge in our sexual life, but I can see that it is exhausting him a bit. And so, I have started collecting dildos and other toys, including a “Fuck machine” that I have been using several times a day, and that has helped. The machine is good and I must say very useful in ensuring that I have my three or four daily orgasms that seem to be necessary nowadays for me to function, but it is not a perfect substitute for a real man’s penis — that is for sure.
My girlfriends are as perplexed and intrigued as Harry. Their sexual appetite has waned dramatically the last few years, and none of them comes even near the level of sexual activity that Harry and I are able to sustain on a daily basis. They are also concerned that I may engage in sexual activity with their husbands and so are interacting with us less and less. The husbands on their part seem to be amused but a bit scared as well. They can see the constant hunger in my eyes (I am simply unable to hide it) and are turned on by it. But they are scared and don’t know what to do. (Several of my girlfriends tell me that the husbands are having more sex with them as a result and a couple of them mentioned that their husbands have taken to masturbating while talking about me and my appetite for men.)
Harry and I are taking things one day at a time. We are probably going to have to find a man and go through the experience of a threesome sooner or later, with the hope that the experience will get it out of our system. But as of now, it has been pornography, masturbation, daily coitus, and a lot of fantasizing.

THE HORNY CHINESE GRANDMOTHER

I am interested in sexuality. Sexuality is important to me. Coitus is an activity that I make sure I engage in on a daily basis. Most often, I engage my husband for that purpose, but there are occasions when I engage some other men. My husband does not mind that. He is very understanding and supportive and I truly love him for that.
When I get horny for another man, I make it a point to tell my husband about my feelings. I sit down with him and we talk. He is a great listener and lets me speak my mind freely. When I am gripped by a bout of horniness, my language becomes dirty and my voice becomes raspy, as if possessed by a demon. I talked to my doctor about it and she told me that it was due to a hormonal rush that affects my inhibitions and my vocal chords. The first time I was overwhelmed by horniness, my husband was shocked. He was speechless hearing me use dirty words like “fuck,” “cunt,” and “cock,” and even got a bit scared by how my nostrils flared and my eyes shot up in red. When I started violently slapping my pussy and spitting on my breasts, he got alarmed. This was not something becoming of a respectable sixty one year old Chinese woman, the mother of two grown men, and the grandmother of three little angels. But the lack of decorum was not what really concerned him: it was the sudden change in me and the fact that it did not seem to be transient.
But has gotten use to it now and sees it as a curious development that needs to be soberly confronted head on and managed carefully and patiently.
Since I started engaging in extramarital fornication, I have made sure that my husband was in charge of managing the logistics of my coitus sessions with other men. He is the one who has built me my stable of men and he is the one in charge of scheduling my sessions. The logistics are far more complex than one would think. The men have lives and families and obligations that often militate against their willingness and desire to help us with our special needs. All of the men that he has found for me, without exception, are caring, considerate and very generous. Initially, they engaged us in a fit of lust and curiosity, but after the first couple of sessions, they all come back almost out of a sense of duty: they feel obligated to help out and feel a sense of honor in keeping their word to help us whenever we call on them.
As I said, most of the men are married and with children. As a matter of principle, I have made sure that I knew the names of the wives of each one of my men, and I always make it a point to ask the men about their spouses before we begin intercourse. Most of the men were initially uncomfortable discussing their wives and asked me to drop the practice. But I insisted and patiently explained to them why we needed to it. And in the end, they have all agreed that it was the right and moral thing to do.
Another practice that almost all of the men objected to initially was Harry’s insistence that before every coitus session, Harry was to be allowed to engage the men in sexual intercourse — mainly, Harry penetrating the man in his anus, to the point where Harry was on the verge of ejaculation. Harry explained this need on two grounds: first, the only way that he was going to countenance a man penetrating his wife was if he saw the man as at least partly a homosexual, and second, by having gotten himself to the verge of ejaculation, Harry would be in a far more elevated state of lust to oversee the coitus session.
The sessions usually lasted no more than 15 to 20 minutes. Harry usually watched us from the side lines, naked and massaging his penis, once in a while slapping it or slamming it against his thigh, while carefully watching move and encouraging us to focus and have fun. He frequently whispered helpful and timely tips to me and the man. “Lick his nipple,” he would suggest to me, or “open your mouth, Pat,” followed by, “Spit in her mouth, it’s important for her to taste your insides….” At times he would help out by holding up my legs so that the man would be able to position himself firmly and comfortably (Harry saw his role as making sure we were comfortable), or he would provide lubrication when he felt that I needed it, or even provide water if he saw that the man was dehydrating (usually accompanied with him wiping sweat off the man with a towel). Once in a while, if gripped by a strong surge of lust, he would ask the man to take out his penis from my vagina so that he could suck it, swallowing whatever vaginal cream was on it, and slurping whatever cream was still on my vagina. In such sessions, when Harry was exceptionally aroused, he would also usually ask the man to penetrate him anally. Of course, this meant that the rest of the coitus between the man and myself had to be anal as well, given that sliding a cock that had penetrated an ass into a vagina is an absolute no-no (vaginal infection would be the sure consequence).
Towards the end, as the coitus is nearing the climax, Harry’s focus would turn to synchronizing his ejaculation with the man’s. He would watch the man’s face carefully and would adjust his masturbation rhythm accordingly. The man would usually tip off Harry on how long he had left and at some point they would start counting down together from ten to zero, at which point, the man would take out his penis out of whatever hole he was penetrating and would move towards my face. Harry would do the same, thus resulting in a double ejaculation on my face. Most of the time, the semen is ejected directly on my forehead and hair, but during the sessions when Harry is possessed, he would order me to open my lips wide and he and the men would make sure to aim the eye of their penis to the center of my wide open mouth. The aim, being of course, to ejaculate the semen into my throat so that I could swallow it without wasting any of the liquid.
Once the session is over, Harry would usually quickly wash up and go to the kitchen to cook us an after-sex snack, which usually consisted in an eggs-Benedict omelette, olives, and fresh warm French bread, with some light white wine. While cooking, he would playfully call out to us “kids” to get up and wash, and once in a while, would drop by to encourage us to get up. At such times, he would be affectionate to both me and the man, usually by caressing us and kissing us gently.
After cleaning up, we would all sit down and eat our meal and chat about all manners of topics, from politics, to literature, to sports. At such times, I would smile to myself and think: “Isn’t this how it should always be: people working together to make sure that they extract the most happiness and joy out of this world?” And looking at the two men surrounding me, I would know that they were thinking the exact same thing. Read more »

My wife-The unaware whore-The passing grade

When our oldest boy was a junior in high school, he was a straight A student with the exception of advanced math class. He was looking at good colleges but we were afraid that this particular class would limit his opportunities.

In speaking with our son, he said that his teacher is a royal asshole so we decided to have a face-to-face meeting with him to discuss methods of getting our son‘s grade up.

The day of the meeting came and it was to be held after school in the guidance office. I came from work and was wearing dress clothes. That morning, I instructed my wife to wear her blue sundress with white polkadots on it. I was hoping that wearing that dress along with her beautiful smile would be enough to convince the teacher to help us out.

My wife and I walked into the guidance office and then for ushered into a private room by the secretary. We only waited about five minutes before Mr. George made his entrance. Read more »

The Good Chinese Husband

Yes, I am a good husband. I am kind and caring, I have a healthy sense of obligation and do what is expected of me without anyone telling me, and I am faithful and loyal. But for the past year or so, I feel my good nature is being pushed to the limit and I am starting to think that I will not be able to take it any much longer. My wife has steadily grown preoccupied with sex and I am starting to get exhausted by all the emotional and physical energy that she expects me to expend to keep her happy. A year or so ago, we had sex perhaps once a week. Now, we have sex at least twice a day, every day: before I get to work and before we go to sleep. In the weekends, she expects three to four intercourse sessions per day, starting with an extra coitus session on Friday night. All of which would be fine and tolerable if we were in our twenties or even our thirties, but we are not. I am sixty two and she is turning sixty next month. She is a respectable, dowdy Chinese mother of two grown men in their thirties and a doting, loving grandmother of two. And yet, she now spends hours on end, day in and day out, slapping her old, hairy pussy, watching pornographic movies and masturbating loudly. When I leave for work in the morning, my morning session semen still inside for her (she says it is good for the vagina to keep the semen “fermenting” there), she is usually still in bed, a vibrating dildo inside of her inflamed pussy, her tongue wagging in the air, and her hand dexterously working on her clitoris. During the day, she would get up sporadically from her bed to do light housework, cook her lunch, and later in the day, cook dinner, but the bulk of her energy is dedicated to furious, relentless masturbation and reaching orgasms as many times as possible.
During this past year, I saw my wife progressively change from a quiet, submissive woman, who scarcely thought about anything other than her health and the health of her family and the education of her grandchildren, to a voracious sex addict. She does still care about her family and her grandchildren, but now she has a cause: sex. “I am a walking pussy,” she would confess to me sometimes out of the blue. “I just want sex and I like cocks.” During this year, I have witnessed my wife’s language progressively grow coarse and raw. She does not think twice talking about her “cunt” and men’s “balls” and how she sometimes craves to smell “ass holes.” Last year, I would never have imagined her saying to me, “take out your cock and masturbate in front of me,” or “shave your balls, I want to lick them.” Now, watching me jerk off is one of her favorite activities: watching me from across the room masturbating, using shampoo mixed with olive oil — she loves the sound of a man masturbating. And she would order me around, her voice growing hoarse and sharp during these sex sessions. “Put your finger in your ass, you bastard,” she would order, her eyes fixed on my cock or balls, her face serious and determined. “Faster, you dirty old man,” she would groan and then get up from her seat to come closer. I have also noticed that her pussy has grown darker and more menacing — probably, she has grown vaginal muscles from her repeated daily orgasms and the muscles have changed the complexion and physiology of the vaginal area. In any case, there is no doubt that her pussy is now a much stronger animal: when she comes while my penis is inside of her, her contractions are much more powerful than they used to and my penis gets squeezed much harder than in olden days.
But if only her demand was to have me masturbate in front of her or penetrate her. That would have been fine and I would have been able to easily live with it. But she asked for far more. She has also taken to sporting a small strap on dildo and once in a while, putting on a fake mustache and affecting a low voice, she fucks me in my ass. Which I have now grown accustomed to, but the first few days, I felt a little humiliated and abused — especially when she kept repeating, “I am fucking you, Mister homosexual. I am fucking your ass!” More than that: she now regularly spends at least $100 a month on pornographic material — from DVDs to dildos to pictures of men and women making love, to small provocative artifacts. Just the DVDs I counted the other day surpassed two hundred, tackling all aspects of sex, from orgies, to bukkake, to double penetrations, to grannies, to midgets, to ladyboys, to lactating mothers, to just name a few. She is subscribed to Playgirl Magazine and often reads it in the bathroom while taking a dump. Sometimes, when her sexual obsession grips her, she expresses strange cravings — like a craving pregnant woman — that sometimes scare me. Once, she craved the smell of ass and so had us eat black beans, Brussels sprouts, cabbage, and chicken three days in a row. Needless to say, after the first day, the house was bathing in the strong, trenchant aroma of ass that she was looking for. Another time, she had me abstain from ejaculating for a whole week, and then she had me ejaculate six times within a 24 hour period — once every four hours on the hour — (to the point where my sides were hurting) and preserved the semen that I ejaculated into a small glass bottle. The second day, she made us salad and used my semen as dressing (though she mixed it with oil and vinegar to give it body).
With other men, she is becoming ridiculous. If they are men we know, she flirts with them openly, never crossing the line, but coming very close to it. If they are strangers, she ogles them aggressively, shamelessly, staring at them intently in the eyes and then in their crotch area without.
I’ve tried to snap her out of her madness by reminding her that she is a respectable Chinese grandmother, that she is not expected to behave like she was behaving, and that she could get us in real trouble if one day a man would take her to bed and fuck her old, dark pussy. But to no avail. She can’t help it.
A few times, I have considered in my desperation gathering five or six men and bringing them home to her and have them spend a few hours with her in our bedroom, penetrating her and ejaculating in her and on her. Perhaps that would get her over the hump, I thought. But then again, I thought again: she might enjoy it so much that she would turn THAT into her habit. I’ve read that is exactly what has happened to other women who could not return to regular monogamous sex once they had the experience of having sex with several men at the same time.
Now, my thinking is to find a young, handsome, health, good-natured unmarried man — perhaps a college boy in his early twenties — who has an inflamed libido and who would be more than happy to penetrate a pussy on a regular basis, at no monetary or emotional charge, and even get involved in the kinky activities that she likes. To be sure, she will want me to be part of the sessions, and I would oblige. But having the burden of keeping my wild woman satisfied would be such a blessing. In any case, I must do something or one day, her powerful vagina will break my penis in two and suck my testicles completely dry of the meager drops of semen they somehow still manage to generate every day. It is time to act before it’s too late. Read more »

Warrior Princesses

Isabelle and Caroline were the mightiest warriors of their tribe. They protected their clan from the male invasion and were unbeaten, their skill with sword and bow were unmatched, but they were not only deadly, they were beautiful.
Caroline was like a goddess, long blonde hair down to her hips, pale skin, a thin and fit form with perky b-cups and a tight ass. She had a beautiful face with blue eyes as the sea and her smile would have charmed every man, but she killed everyone of them. Her legs were slender and hard as steel from all the terrifying kicks she delivered to her male enemies.
Isabelle was also like a goddess in her own way, a soft dark taint, long wavy fell over her shoulders right down to her huge plump e-cups. A beautiful face competing Carolines with hazelnut brown eyes and lips every man would have loved to feel on his cock, but like Caroline she killed all men she saw. Her legs and ass were as steeled as Carolines.
Like everyday Caroline and Isabelle patrolled around the village to protect it from any danger. They had made half of their round and were on the furthest point from the village. They wore their typical clans outfits a small leather string which only hide the most necessary and showed off their hot asses , Caroline wore a bra made from lianas and woods while Isabelle huge tits were covered by halve cocunuts, only those could support her huge tits. They both were armed and ready to strike, Caroline with a sword and Isabelle with a spear.
The moment they wanted to turn back to the village they heard a scream, it was well known to them, it was the scream of the barbarians. In an instant there bodys switched into fighting mode ready to kill every male they saw. The first wave attacked quick and primitive armed with clubs they were no match for the two skilled fighters, every move the beautiful girls made was a perfect kill, but it didn’t stop with a first wave. Wave after wave attacked them and they started to loose ground and take some hits.
After killing 40 barbarians it was clear they had no chance. “We have to run!” screamed Caroline and Isabelle busy to defend herself nodded, and they began to run.
For the first time in their lifes the warrior princesses had to flee. The ran fast but the barbarians didn’t give up. “Let’s split up” shouted Isabelle to Caroline and in this moment for the first time in their life the undefeated duo split up in a battle. And it was not the right decision.
At least 10 barbarians followed Caroline after she separated from Isabelle, she ran and ran but even her perfect body began to get tired. With every step the barbarians closed the the gap between them, but she could make it to the village, she would make it, and then her sisters would kill those bastards. She smiled but it didn’t turn out that way.
She felt a tremendous force and something tore her backwards while she was at full speed, she hit the ground and and lay disorientated at the ground. This couldn’t have happened she thought, she had enough lead. When her head stopped spinning she saw 10 barbarians above her and one hold a strand of her hair in his fist. Then she got it, never in her life was she running away from her enemy, so it never came to her that her beautiful long hair was a disadvantage in battle. The barbarians had pulled her long golden hair which flew behind her as she run.
“Weak girl” was the last thing she heard, then she was knocked out.
Isabelle was hunted by even more barbarians around 15-20 followed her through the woods. “They must have waited for us” she panted while running, she was as persistent as Caroline but like her she never had to run away from an enemy. Even in battle her huge tits made it hard for her to move and keep her balance, and now running around with full speed through the jungle, they jiggled like crazy. She was close to loosing her balance multiple times, it was too dangerous, she had to run a little slower, just a little. She got a little slower”Yes that works” she thought but a split second later the hands of the barbarians grabbed her and threw her on the ground.
“Weak girl” was the last thing she heard
Slowly both girls awoke, first Caroline then Isabelle, they were tied to a stake, at least thats what they suspected, it was a total darkness. “Can you escape”? whispered Isabelle, “No chance, i tried it hours ago” said Caroline. They were left alone for multiple hours, then they heard a door opening and a bright light blinded them.
A group of barbarians entered the cave chained both of them with heavy iron chains so they could barely move and lead them out of the cave to the surface. They were in some kind of barbarian village, as they were pulled through the village they could feel the eyes of the barbarians on their bodys. Some even came closer to stare at their newest victories.
After a walk which felt like an eternity for the weakened princesses they reached a huge tent so splendid that it had to belong to the chiefs of this barbarian tribe. As they entered the tent, they were already expected. Their two captors lay on sedan chairs, grinding evil as they saw their pray.
“Kneel down before Martok und Mortak” grunted on of their guards but the both pride girls didn’t even flinch. They even spit before their feet, but they just smiled. He waved one of his servants and they brought a bowl full of water, he took it and held it right in front of them. Instinctively they wanted to grab it, they didn’t realize how thirsty they had been, but the guards stopped them. “Kneel” said Martok again, “Never” screamed Caroline and tried to jump forward but she was too weak and her chain were too heavy to move. “Leave it” whispered Isabelle and starred longing at the water bowl.
Martok laughed and sent em back to their cave.
For three days it continued they were left alone in the darkness of their cave, the walk to Martok and the order to kneel. On the fourth day they were again in front of Martok. The two beautiful girls were completely exhausted, they barely made it from the cave to the tent. Like the last three days Martok hold the water bowl before them, “Kneel” he said. They didn’t want to give up they were proud warriors but their bodys were broken, they needed the water. Slowly and full of shame they fall to the ground kneeling before Martok, he looked even mightier in this position. “Take our chains of so we can drink” Caroline whispered more desperate than she could have ever imagined.
But no one unchained them, instead Martok poured the water down in front of them “Drink like the bitches you are” Martok laughed evil. Shocked looked the girls in front of them the precious water slowly seeping into the ground. “Never you bastard!” screamed Isabelle at Martok using the last of her reserves but then she saw her beautiful strong battle sister licking the water from the ground. Like a bitch. “Good girl” said Martok to Caroline and patted her head.
Then even before the last drop of water was gone they were pulled back to their cave. Not one word was spoken this night.
15 days long this procedure was repated, at the 3 day Isabelle was broken like Caroline and they both drank from the ground in front of the mighty barbarian lord and it became easier everyday. At the 6th day they stopped cursing him, at the 10th day they fell to their knees before he poured the water on the ground and at day 15 they were full of anticipation for the little water the mighty Martok gave them.
The once best friends stopped talking, since that faithful day where Caroline had taken the first dip of water, their bond was severed.
On the 16th day they kneeled again in the tent, waiting for their precious water but it was different today. He didn’t pour the water on the ground, he turned away from them and walked some steps, fear showed in their faces, they needed the water! After bringing some distance between himself and the girls he turned around and poured the water on the ground. “Crawl bitches” he commanded them and they did, the once mightiest warriors of the amazon tribe crawled on all fours because he commanded it.
This time they were allowed to drink the whole puddle of muddy water, it was the happiest day in the life of Caroline and Isabelle. “Good bitches” Martok smiled and patted their heads. For the first time in weeks they were not thirsty, they smiled happily.
For another 14 days Martok repeated this trial and without realizing it, Caroline and Isabelle had become his obedient bitches.
Again the puddle of muddy water was emptied by the princesses thirsty tongues and Martok stared at them. It was hard to fuck those incredible beautys not straight on the first day, but he wanted more he wanted to own them. While they drank he circled around them, he stared at Carolines tight ass barely covered by that string and Isabelles huge tits jiggling in the coconuts.
As the last drop of water was gone they were ready to be brought back to their dark cave but this time was different. Martok presented a second bowl to them, greedy they licked their lips hoping for another treat. “On your knees” he commanded and they eagerly did and so he poured another bowl of water on the ground, instantly there faces were deep on the ground drinking, while were asses their up in the air. It was a beautiful sight to see those perfect warrior sluts obedient in front of him.
“What are your names?” he asked them another bowl of water in his hand. “Caroline” said Caroline with a weak obedient was and Isabelle did the same. “Good girls” he said another round of water on the ground. They were so happy this much water was a blessing for their weak bodys. Then another bowl was ready.
He pointed his finger at Caroline “Caro” and then at Isabelle “Belle” he hold the bowl above their heads “These are your new names, your slut names, your warrior life is over”. He asked for their names a second time. “Caro” said the girl once known as Caroline, “Belle” said the girl once known was Isabelle. Tears of joy rolled from their eyes, it was the first time in weeks their body had taken in enough water for them to cry.
The next day something changed, the guards brough them to Martok but they were not chained, but even without physical chains they obeyed like they learned it. The kneeled, they crawled, the drank mud, they responded with their new names. They drank so much water again and felt a bit of their old power returning but there was no will left to use it.
As they returned to their cave the stakes were gone, two pile of straw lay on the ground and there were even blankets. They slept deep and full of joy in the straw, thanking the great Martok in their dreams.
After sleeping in their wonderful new hay beds they were again brought to Martok, going on their knees, calling their new names they did everything they were expected but this time there was no reward just a new task.
Martok took of his loincloth exposing his huge hard dick to the once so called warrior princesses. As girls from an amazon tribe they had never seen a cock, especially such a huge one, but they had a new life as bitches and sluts and those embraced the deep female instincts they had. In awe the gazed at the humongous cock which stand before them like a god. Then they saw water running down it’s shaft, Martok poured the bowl on his cock, making it the only source of the vital water. Now they understood what they had to do. Both of them started to lick his shaft gathering the water and while they did that their instincts took over. They didn’t care about the water anymore the licked and sucked on his dick, there hands playing with his shaft and balls, better than any prostitute could have done. They even tried to push each other away so they could enjoy the cock all for themselves.
Martok stared down at the most beautiful horny bitches he had ever seen. He took his time to enjoy their competition about he was about to come at some point. He decided to give his seed to Caro, her face was just too cute. He stroked their heads, which made both of them so proud, and began to grab as much of Caros hair as possible. Then he pulled her up, just so far that she could engulf his huge cock, and then pushed her head down without a second of mercy. He pulled her up and down on her hair for some seconds enjoying to fuck the beautiful face of the blonde princess and then cummed inside her, directly at the back of her throat. Then he throw her on the ground
Caro fell to the ground panting desperately trying to get som air. Even before blue faded from her face they were brought back to the cave and there was only one thought in Belles mind, why did he choose her and not me?
Again they licked and praised Martoks cock, it was the next day and they were as eager as they were yesterday, the thought of loosing to Caro burnt all night in Belles mind. She didn’t want to loose, she hated loosing. She wanted to be Martoks favorite. She stopped for a second and watched how passionate Caros tongue worked up and down Martoks cock, she couldn’t stand it.
She took a deep breath and then pushed Caro aside, with a swift move of her hip she crushed against Caro and make her fall to the ground. Now Martoks cock was just for her. Her hands ran up and down his glorious shaft while she wrapped her lips around it and took it completely in like Caro did yesterday. “What a beastie bitch” Martok laughed grabbing her hair and guiding her up and down until he gifted her with the same divine love he gave Caro yesterday.
On the next day half the way to Martok, Isabelle was guided away from her usual route, she was brought to another tent. Inside the tents two old barbarian women awaited her. She suspected that they would be the elder of this clan, but before she could speak out the guards grabbed her hard from behind. They took hold of her and threw her on a stone table in the middle of the tent. She tried to resist but her once steel hard muscles were nothing more than pudding. The guards chained her arms and legs to the table so that she was unable to move even an inch. The cursed them but they pushed a fabric in her mouth muzzling her. Then they left and she was all alone with the two elderly women.
The two women circled around her looked at her and commented her in a language she didn’t know. They slid their hands over her long beautiful legs, her flat stomach, her cute face and her full hair, for some reason they seemed very happy. Then one of the women took out a knife coming closer to Belle. She panicked, was this how she would die? She wanted to live, she wanted to be Martoks favourite. Then the wife was directly over her chest and she was ready to die, the women just her coconut bra open. She removed the coconut halves revealing her huge plump breasts. The women whispered when her tits were revealed never before had they seen such huge ones. The second one made a quick step forward and began to fondle her tits, she caressed and kissed them especially her nipples.
No one had ever touched Belles breasts like this before, it was a strange but wonderful feeling, and the longer the women did his to her breasts the more she wished Martok did this to her, before she noticed it she had closed her eyes and began to moan softly, arching her hips as much as the chains let her. Then the feeling got even better both women now began to suck on her nipples while softly groping each of her huge e-cups. She was so thrilled from this experience that she didn’t notice that a third women entered the tent. She carried a small black scorpion on her hand, treating it like a treasure. She smiled when she saw how Belles body arched under the womens treatment. She enjoyed the show for a moment before she came closer and put the scorpion on Belles stomach. The scorpion began to slowly move towards Belles breasts attracted from the noises the women made sucking on Belles nipples. The women then removed themselves from her breasts exposing them to the insect. The scorpion crawled forward until he reached Belles left nipple, it was fully erected thanks to the treatment of the old ladys. Isabelle was just about to open her eyes from that unknown sensation but the scorpion was faster, a quick hit and he had stung her left nipple, and in another second he injected his poison in the other one as well.
The pain was terrifying, it felt like her breasts burned to death, then she lost consciousness…
Caro was also not brought to Martok, she was brought to the town center. A huge crowd of barbarians was there waiting for her. In the middle of the center was a scaffold. Panic was rising, were they going to kill her? She tried to run away but she was weak and the men were strong. She desperately searched for Martok, he would help her for sure, but she couldn’t find him anywhere. They pushed her to the scaffold, positioning her inside, her head and arms locked, her ass standing out with no protection.
She closed her eyes, praying to goddess that her death would be fast and painless and while she did that the group of barbarians took action. They all took of their loincloths exposing their big hard cocks, and her fear fulfilled expression made them only harder. The first one reached her and started pressing his hard cock against her lips, she resisted only for a moment but then she thankfully accepted the cock of this unknown barbarian. Martok had made sure that her body knew how to react to situations like this. She sucked liked and kissed the cock until it exploded in her face, the cum was all over her face marking her cute angelic face with those sea blue eyes and golden hair as the face a slut.
After this man three other came. One entered her mouth the other two received a treatment from her beautiful soft small hands, while she already enjoyed a good blowjob (without even knowing what it was called) she now discovered how great a handjob felt. All those beautiful big cocks were pulsating hot and heavy in her hands before they also shot on her face. And after this three another three came….
As the sunset Caro had milked 69 cocks with her mouth and hands, her face and hair were completey covered in in the cum of strangers and the taste in her mouth was unbelievable, but she was happy, she had made all those men happy, what else could she wish for?
Belle awoke from her blackout, the scorpions sting was so terrible that she had faded out. Slowly she began to orientate herself, she was still on the table, but alone and unchained. She tried to get up but a stinging pain through her back. Something was strange then she noticed it was about her breasts, they were bigger. They were swollen and sore and her nipples were painfully erected, she was an f-cup now at least. She tried to compensate the weight of her new bigger jugs and slowly got up, what had that scorpion poison done to her? Every move was painful, the moment her new bigger tits jiggled it was painful as hell. It took her around 10 minutes to get off from that stone table and reach the exit of the tent. It was already night time and appeared before again before her. The smiled at her pointing in the direction of Martoks tent, and so they slowly began to move in that direction. Her enlarged tits made it impossible for her to move even a bit faster than the old ladys, they were so big and heavy, her sense of balance was completely destroyed now, she would never be able to fight again with those tits.
She never wanted to fight again anyway, she wanted nothing but Martok. After what seemed like an eternity to her she reached Martoks tent. As she went in she saw Martok and three warriors and on their knees before the warrios was Caro, happily sucking their cocks, her whole face and hair covered in seed.
Following her intensive training Belle went instantly on her knees, trying to ignore the pain her huge tits. Martok smiled in an evil way and gave her a signal to come closer. She crawled over to him intense pain shot through her tits as the gravity pulled on them and they were so heavy that she had to make sure her hyper nipples wouldn’t grind on the floor. She got back on her knees after reaching him, happily smiling at him waiting for his orders. He looked at her huge jugs and grabbed her hair pulling her up until she stood directly next to him. It was the first time ever she was permitted to stand next to her god, she was so happy. “Look at this” Martok shouted to his warriors. As proud warriors they immediately followed their masters orders even ignoring Caro.
He grabbed Belles shoulder and turend her around, showing off her huge tits to his warriors. Then his hands wandered down from her shoulders to her breasts, first playing with her nipples which made Belle moan in excitement. A second later he brutally groped her tits making Belle cry out in pain, but only for a second, the next feeling was so much better, milk was shooting out of Belles tits. “Look at this cow” Martok spottet and groped her tits even harder, each shot of milk was like 10 orgasms at once in Belles brain, and everyone of them destroyed a part of her old self.
Martok waved and two warriors began to suck on Belles nipples drinking her milk. That was too much for Belle she sank on her knees and was then pinned down on the floor from the warriors sucking her tits.
Caro was frustrated the guys seemed to be more interested in Belles leaking tits than her cock sucking. The she saw Martok coming her way, the moment he reached her she stopped sucking the cock of the third warrior and throw her head on the ground showing what a submissive bitch she was. As her forehead touched the ground she felt a terrible pain, Martok had grabbed her hair annd pulled her over the floor like a little puppet, it felt like her head was tor off her body. Then Martok threw her on the ground next to Belle, she landed hard and painful on the ground, then she turned her head over to Belle and saw nothing but an empty shell of a girl hit by more orgasms than a brain could take.
A second later she felt her legs getting spread, she looked down and saw Martoks huge cock, it was terrifying and it moved slowly towards her pussy, she was so happy, then the pain hit her. Martok pushed his huge hard cock in her holy unused warrior pussy. She had already been pierced by a real spear once but this pain was far greater. She screamed so loud that the whole barbarian village could hear her. Then she couldn’t scream anymore because Martoks huge hands choked her. She tried to say something but she had no more breath left, but then the pain begann to disappear and the orgasms kicked in. Every thrust of Martoks cock was like a gift from heaven.
Martok stopped choking her, grinning down on her dumb face. She was tighter than any girl he had ever fucked. His hands went down from her neck to her tits, and although not as impressive as Belles there were more than enough to make him even harder. He licked and sucked them making Caros orgasms even harder. He fucked her not even for a minute but like Belle her brain was already destroyed by the massive waves of orgasms.
Caro wasn’t able to tell how long she got fucked but she felt Martoks cock twitching and the last days of cock sucking taught her that would happen next. She was ready to take Martoks seed deep inside her. Martok moved her around positioning her doggy, a position which was like breathing for Caro nowadays. He thrusted even harder inside her, grabbing her hair, pulling her head back so he could go deeper. He hit her tight ass with his bare hand leaving red marks on it, making Caro squeak like a little pig. With a final thrust Martok cumed inside Caro flodding her pussy with his powerful semen. The feeling of his semen inside her was too much for Caro, she blacked out slowly sliding down from his huge cock. Her pussy leaking cum like Belles tits leaked milk.
TBC