"Really, okay, three, have you ever been fucked by a woman with a strap on?" she asks.
"Actually, no," you respond.
Looking at you with a sneaky eye, "Well then, would you like to?" she asks.
"You only said three questions, I guess you will have to figure that one out another way," you tell her.
John begins to nibble on the back of your neck and whispers in your ear, "Well sexy, it seems our time is up, I'm sorry I couldn't keep you longer." You stand up and turn around to him, kissing him on the lips.
"I think we can find time later, the week is young," you say before returning to your seat.
At this point it is clear most people are getting tired and ready to head back to their rooms and finish the night with a little more 'personal' time. One by one everyone drys off and heads back to their rooms. We remain and watch the parade of wet, naked and sexy asses walk out of sight.
"I don't think we are done yet," you tell me, "lets go out to the pier."
Hand in hand we make the short walk to the pier jetting out from the nude beach. You casually lean against the side rail as you look down the beachfront. Putting my arms around you we cuddle together, looking at the beautiful beach of our second home.
Throughout the night my desire for you has grown and grown as I watched you doing so many dirty things with other men. You start to grind you hips against me begging me silently to fuck you. You are so excited form your evening of play that your pussy is dripping wet as I slide inside you. Holding your hips I rhythmically slide in and out of your tight pussy. As the waves crash beneath out feet, writhing together we are consumed by our passion. In and out I pump my cock inside you, faster and faster.
"Oh yes, fuck me!" you beg as I push harder and harder into you.
As I continue to fuck you something catches our eye at the edge of the pier. I slow my rhythm as we both watch someone walking towards us. The lighting of the resort creates a halo as the sensual female shadow struts down the dock. As she draws near we identify our beautiful, completely naked friend, Anna. It's amazing how sensual she is, step by step drawing near. Now only a few paces away I see she isn't completely naked, no, she is wearing a long, thick, strap on. Each sway of her hips causes the fake cock to bounce back and forth.
"You look like you need a break big boy. How about letting me have a turn?" she asks before giving me a passionate kiss.
I slowly withdraw from your pussy, step to the side and take a seat on a lounge chair as Anna takes position behind you. You are still leaning over the pier rail holding your ass out, inviting her to take you. I lay there watching her take the massive cock in her hand and begin to rub it up and down your wet slit. Inch by inch she pushes inside you, filling you more than you have ever felt before. You can't believe how her strap on is stretching your pussy farther open and she keeps pushing in more and more. Right when you are about to beg her to stop and say you can't take anymore, you feel her soft skin contact your ass. For a moment she remains there, holding her massive fake cock deep inside you. Leaning forward she wraps her arms around you, pressing her large supple breasts against your back. Leaning forward causes the cock to push forward against your engorged G-spot.
An orgasim overcomes you as you scream for her to fuck you. As your body begins to shake Anna pulls back and starts to fuck your stretched pussy. Over and over she slides in and out. Your body rocks with hers as she fills your pussy then leaves it empty. She begins to increase her pace as you push back, meeting each stroke with your ass causing a loud slap.
"Fuck me, god yes fuck me harder!" you demand as she slams her large strap on inside you again and again. "Yes, ahhhhhhh," you cry as your body quakes uncontrollably. I can see you holding onto the railing so tight as your body is overcome by a massive orgasim.
You and Anna stand there embraced together. As she backs away I watch as her enormous cock slowly withdraws form your pussy then flopping down against her legs. She unhooks the harness and it falls to the floor as she embraces you. For several minutes I watch on, slowly stroking my own cock as you and Anna caress each others bodies and softly kiss. After you have calmed down enough she whispers something in your ear and you both turn to me. Side by side holding hands you walk to me, each taking position on either side of my lounger.
Kneeling down at my sides, you both start running your hands up and down my body. My hard on is begging to be touched as you both grasp it in your hands. The sensation of 4 hands stroking me up and down is amazing. Looking down upon two beautiful women, both twisting their hands up and down my cock is a site to behold. Then you both lean in and begin licking me. The feeling of two tongues, sliding up and down my rod is almost too much to handle. Then suddenly Anna takes me completely in her mouth as you continue to stroke me. You both take turns, passing my cock back and forth, lick and sucking me, stroking up and down.
Then as both your tongues meet at the head, you begin to kiss. Deep and passionate your tongues dance back and forth while you both continue to stroke me. Slowly, you both stand leaving me below you as I watch your hands wander back and forth. Then without a word, your break the embrace and Anna straddles me. Lowering herself to my lap, my cock easily slides into her wet, wanting pussy. You take place beside me, stroking my chest and softly kissing my face. Anna beings to rock back and forth harder and harder, riding me with every bit of her energy. I can feel her tight pussy gripping me and pulling my cock as I slide in and out. Over and over she rides up and down on me, causing her large breasts to bounce beautifully above us.
I can feel her pussy gripping tighter as she closes her eyes and forces my cock deeper inside. We both begin to breath harder and harder as our mutual climax nears. My hips begin to buck, meeting hers as we both begin to scream.
"Cum inside her," you whisper me. "I want you to cum deep inside her pussy."
Your words push me over the edge as my cock begins to convulse sending stream after stream of cum into her pussy. Anna claws at my chest as she is also overcome by her own orgasim. Her pussy pulses and pulses around my cock, drawing more cum from me.
Anna collapses onto me as we all come down from our post orgasmic high. You and I embrace her, caressing her soft skin. After several minutes of holding each other Anna says "I think I'd better get back to my room. I told John I just wanted to show you my new toy. But I guess I got a little carried away."
With a soft kiss to each of us she stands up, retrieves her toy and struts back town the pier. The light silhouette around her is amazing as we both watch her beautiful body walk away.
Lying together on the lounger we embrace in post sexual bliss. Listening to the crash of the waves and chirp of the birds we both drift off to sleep. Its the end of another beautiful day at our home away from home.
The End.
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
"Huh?" The confusion lasted only a moment--Sylvia was a little too used to this sort of thing happening to her. She wasn't alone, either--millions of people had let a finger slip take them to "amazom.com", or tried to visit Yahooo. Usually, all she ever got when she made those little mistakes was a 'Site Not Found' error. Heck, sometimes she didn't even get those; companies tended to buy the most common misspellings of their website and turn them into redirect sites, taking her to her planned destination. For which she was profoundly grateful--she knew just how bad a typist she was, and when you're on dial-up, the time it takes for the wrong site to load can be a real frustration. (Especially considering how graphics-intensive most sites tended to be these days.)
But it looked like this was one of those other times. She knew she'd planned to visit eBay, hoping to maybe find a cheap used scanner, but somewhere between brain and fingers, "www.ebay.com" had turned into...she checked the URL field for recently-visited sites. Oh, yeah, here it was. "www.ebey.com". And someone who wasn't eBay had bought that domain name and turned it into a redirect, leading her to...
"Welcome to oBey?" Sylvia muttered. "Cute." Someone's parody site, from the looks o
f it. The logo looked similar to eBay's traditional quirky lettering (once it finally finished loading), but it was placed in front of an animated spiral. The categories listed things like 'Brainwashing Chairs', 'Portable Devices', 'Mind-Control Satellites', 'Magical Artifacts', 'Nanites', 'Chemicals', 'Instructional Equipment', and one entry that just said, 'Slaves'. Sylvia smirked. "Buy your sex slaves gently-used and save!" she quipped to herself.
Sylvia opened one of the categories (in a new tab--working with an old, creaky computer and a slow, creaky connection meant that she wanted to avoid hitting the back button.) She was a little surprised to see dozens of auctions in progress for 'Brainwashing Chairs'; whoever had made this site had really spent some time on it. They'd even mimicked the description style of eBay for each auction: "Synaptic Recalibration Device Mint Condition Complete With Nuclear Power Source!" "Have Any Girl You Want With Inhibition Inhibitor Guaranteed!" "Ferro-Silicon Infusion Chair Turns Any Girl Into Sexy Programmable Robot!" "Serial Recruitment Laboratory Includes Seven Slave Girls!" Amazing gag, Sylvia thought. Right down to the auction countdowns and the prices...2.1 million dollars certainly seemed like a fair price for "Captured Alien Technology Implants Will-Deadening Slug! 100% Escape Proof!"
She couldn't help herself; professional pride made Sylvia click on one of the links. (Well, amateur pride...as much as she loved playing around with Photoshop, Sylvia had no idea how to parlay her skills into actual money.) She just wanted to see the "photos" demonstrating each auction's wares, and see if the person who made the site had done as good a job with their photo-manipulation as they had with the concept of the site. This was the kind of thing that really made Sylvia want to upgrade to broadband--it would make uploading her pictures a lot less time-consuming. She'd already finished a full sequence of "vampires among us", and she was really proud of...of...
She stared at the picture of the girl for a long moment. Then she leaned right up to the screen, getting as close as possible. This was that "ferro-silicon infusion chair" thing, and sure enough, there was the girl sitting in the chair, her body caught mid-transformation as she shifted into a robot, but...
Sylvia shivered. She had to be mistaken. It just had to be a really, really expert photo-manip, that was all. Something that had been done really well, so well that even another photoshopper couldn't spot how it was done. Whoever had made this, they'd just managed to capture the shadows, the reflections, the tinting all perfectly, right down to...fucking hell, you could see the reflection of the photographer in the gleaming chrome of the woman's breasts.
Sylvia checked out another link. The photo was slightly blurred--this person was clearly a worse photographer than the other one. But somehow that made the effect even more chillingly real. The slimy, dull orange slug burrowing its way into the back of the girl's neck was just as blurred as the rest of the shot, the illusion of it actually digging into the flesh was perfect and precise and...no. Sylvia shook her head. This was bullshit, it had to be. If a site like this existed, it'd have to be illegal (but if someone could really do this, if they could control people's minds, they'd never be afraid of cops or judges...) You'd hear about it in the paper (unless they didn't want you to...was the site doing something to her mind, locking her brain down and preventing her from telling anyone?)
Sylvia didn't care if it was. Once the idea got into her head, it seemed to tantalize her with endless possibilities. She could finally quit that dead-end job at the bar--a girl with a mind-control ray could get all the money she needed. She could get even with ex-girlfriends, have every straight girl she'd ever wanted get down on their knees and lick her pussy, make some Congressmen write a few new laws about gay marriage, have Kelly Ripa strip naked and fondle her tits in front of fifteen million housewives...
Of course, that all assumed this wasn't just a joke or a scam. Then again, scams generally tended to aim a little lower. There wasn't a single entry in the 'Brainwashing Chairs' that cost less than a million dollars, and most cost more than ten times that. Certainly more than a waitress earned in a night of tips. Or a lifetime, for that matter.
Sylvia checked some of the other categories, but they all seemed pretty much the same. Love potions sold for a hundred thousand dollars an ounce, hypnotic amulets traded for billions of dollars, and even the cheapest mind-control ray sold for the price of a four-bedroom house. Sylvia shrugged. It made sense, really; if this stuff was all real, the people who made it had to look at these dollar amounts like they were paying with Monopoly money. A girl barely scraping above the poverty line didn't stand a chance of ever picking up a 'Hyptronic Inducer' or a 'Synaptic Recalibrator'.
Still, Sylvia decided, it was fun to window shop. She clicked on the 'Slaves' category, then on the 'Female' sub-category. Even the thought of owning her own girl, one who would cook and clean and do all her shopping (and who would fuck and suck and lick and do every kinky thing she ever wanted to try without even whimpering...) Sylvia's hand drifted down to the crotch of her panties, pressing rhythmically against the damp fabric as she thought of all sorts of new kinky ideas while reading descriptions like, "Hypnotized Girl Associates Whipping With Pleasure!" and "Totally Brainwashed To Obey Guaranteed!" and "Brand New Eighteen Year Old Virgin With Full Fetish Triggers Installed!"
That was when she spotted it. Not the description--there was nothing in particular that made "Girl Of Your Choice Turned Into Your Sex Slave!" stand out among the other entries. But Sylvia's eyes practically popped out of their sockets when she saw that number, seeming somehow tiny next to the fields full of zeroes above and below it. Twenty dollars. Twenty dollars for the girl of her choice, and a 'Buy It Now!' button right next to it. It didn't seem possible, not really.
She was amazed at how quickly she clicked the link. "I'm holding another of My 'Good Samaritan' auctions," she read. "Just email me a name, and that girl is yours, mind, body and soul. For as long as you want her. For whatever you want to do with her. Risk free. For just twenty dollars. Not a bad deal, right?"
It sounded too good to be true. It had to be a gag, a joke, a scam, a fake...Sylvia looked at the seller profile. "Madame Isabelle," it read, with the number 19,643 in parentheses next to it. Below that, she saw the words, "100% Positive."
Sylvia suddenly felt an almost feverish heat wash through her body. Twenty dollars. Even if it was a scam, it was just the difference between going out this weekend and sitting at home watching TV. And if it wasn't a scam...she could feel the thought in her head, as though it had a physical weight. The girl who came into the bar every Thursday night, a different boy with her each time. Her voice, the husky, purring quality of it that always sent hot tingles to Sylvia's clit as she walked by her table. Sylvia imagined her bright blue eyes, still sparkling seductively, but framed by Sylvia's thighs as she licked and licked and licked and Sylvia wrapped her fingers in her silver-blonde hair and-- Those gorgeous tits, so full and heavy and round and Sylvia had never been a tit person, but she could just imagine herself burying her face in those tits and she had imagined exactly that, so many nights as she jilled off in her bed...and she paid with a credit card. Every week. And every week, Sylvia rang her up. Jillian Asherton. Sylvia remembered the name perfectly.
Hesitation and guilt flashed through her head for a fraction of a second, but Sylvia was shocked at how easily she pushed them aside. The nearness of the temptation, the ease of it just made those moral considerations melt away in the fact of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She clicked on the other tab, registered for the site as fast as her fingers would let her, cursing her computer for every second of its achingly slow transfer of information. Every second, she worried that someone would snap up the auction before she could get to it. The website seemed to refresh at glacial speed. Her whole body felt flushed with a heady mix of panic and arousal.
Finally, her registration was confirmed, and she breathed a gasping sigh of relief to see that the auction was still right where it had been a few minutes ago. She clicked on the 'Buy It Now!' button, her fin
gers inside her panties the whole time.
*****
The next couple of weeks were practically impossible. Every day after she'd sent off that email to Madame Isabelle had been a struggle not to finger-fuck herself until she was sore. She'd been consumed with fantasies, spending every dime she could spare (and a few she couldn't) on sex toys, picking up dildos and harnesses and paddles and waiting for the day when she'd tell Jillian to use each one on her. Every time she slipped her vibrator into her soaking cunt (and god, her panties always seemed to be wet these days) she imagined Jillian sliding it into her instead, heard her own voice moaning out "Fuck me, Jillian, fuck me..." and imagined Jillian's purring voice responding, "Yes, Mistress..."
The flashes of guilt kept coming, and Sylvia wondered at times if Jillian had friends or family that would miss her if she became Sylvia's obedient pet...and that was all it took to force them away, thinking of the words "obedient pet" and applying them to that perfect body, those amazing breasts and long legs and...that usually sent her back to masturbating. Besides, it wasn't as though she was really going to be hurting Jillian or anything. The auction said "for as long as you want." So Sylvia could set her free any time she wanted to. Whenever she got tired of a perfectly obedient slave, licking her tits with mindless devotion and a sweet, submissive passion and...
The two Thursdays were the worst. Her hands had trembled so badly she'd had to give Jillian's table to another girl; she couldn't even think about looking into those eyes, wondering whether Madame Isabelle's brainwashing was already taking slow, irrevocable hold of the girl's mind and making her look at the waitress she'd never even noticed with a new, lusty, shocking-but-undeniable lesbian passion...she'd had to slip off to the restroom and masturbate right then and there, stifling her gasps with her knuckle as she brought herself off in record time.
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