I guess we drove home. I don’t remember the drive. I remember my ass and my mouth hurting and stepping out of a long shower, still in pain and still feeling the remnants of the orgasm putting electric thrills through me. I remember seeing Willie in his bedroom lying in the dark and weeping, and I remember being happy that the bastard was crying. I remember going to the living room and sitting down with a half pint of vodka I found in Willie’s cabinet.
After an hour or so, I felt a little better even though I wondered if I’d ever walk straight again. When my phone rang I answered it quickly so Willie wouldn’t hear.
“You okay, Dollface?”
I thanked him and told him I was fine.
“It was okay, not too much?”
“You did just what you were supposed to.”
“So, you think it’ll work?”
“We’ll have to see.” He agreed, and I hung up.
It worked, though. A week later, Willie moved back home and checked into a rehab program. After six weeks, he got out and moved into his old bedroom. He goes to Gamblers Anonymous meetings four times per week, and he actually has almost forty thousand dollars in his bank account. He made me a joint signer on the account, and he can’t withdraw money unless I sign for it, too.
I still call Frank every few weeks. Frank is Mr. Blue Eyes, the man in the suit who had listened carefully to my plan and helped to make it happen. He thought I was just a crazy dame (his words, not mine.) He still wonders about that. Every time he asks me if I’m “okay, Dollface”, though, I know I am. I think of Willie’s life now and Willie’s life before, and I tell him I’m great. (It’s another story altogether about how I drove back out to spend a weekend with him and two or three of his buddies, but you’ll have to wait until I feel like telling that story.)
The point is this. I didn’t have to weep and fight and persuade to get my brother to change his behavior, but I did have to perform an intervention, and it worked just perfectly.
DOUBLE TROUBLE
A Rough and Reluctant Two Girl Gangbang Short
by Veronica Halstead
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
Cover image by Lex Thorne
The feel of Hannah’s tongue lapping between her legs in long, slow strokes was almost too much to take. She and her co-worker were the last two in the office, and the strange attraction Theresa had felt for the receptionist just got to be too much. She knew Hannah had been with women before because she’d studied her Facebook profile for the last four weeks, and she’d seen the pictures the pretty blonde had put up. Hannah at a bar, her mouth pressed onto a brunette. Hannah at a party, a brunette grabbing her breasts. Hannah at a grocery store, another blonde grabbing her ass. The list went on and on.Maybe it was the long hours. Maybe it was the bottle of wine Theresa had in the refrigerator in her office, but she felt a little wild and since everyone else in the office had headed out of town at lunch time to catch a flight for a trade conference, they had a little privacy. She’d walked out her office and up to the lobby, telling Hannah they would just close for the day. Hannah locked the door, and even though Theresa had intended to engage her in conversation, the words hadn’t come out and instead she just leaned forward and kissed her.
Hannah seemed shocked at first, but then a smile lit up her face and she pulled Theresa to her and kissed her passionately. A few minutes later, both were naked, and the eighteen year old receptionist had her mouth buried between the thirty-six year-old marketing director’s thighs. Theresa moaned as Hanna’s tongue found her clit and she reached down to stroke the girl’s soft blonde hair. It was amazing. Just an hour prior, the six men who worked in the office had been milling about, making last minute changes with their luggage and moving about in that nervous energy that precedes a business trip. Now it was just Hannah and Theresa, and Theresa was enjoying a woman for the first time.
It was incredible, and since Theresa had never been with a woman, she let Hannah take the lead, and that was how they ended up entwined in a sixty-nine position, Hannah on top and licking furiously at Theresa’s pussy while the older woman tentatively licked at the younger girl’s clit. The taste was musky and exotic, and she thrilled at each flick of her tongue against Hannah’s pussy. It was an amazing feeling. It was a strange combination of strong, powerful, gentle, and soft. She’d never felt anything like it with a man, the few times a man had been willing to lick at her, anyway.
It was beautiful, and it was different than her experience with men. Men were like barbecues, steak, baked potatoes, and beer. Hannah was like a chocolate covered strawberry, like wine or like a strawberry daiquiri. She thrilled at the difference, thrilled at the weird oxymoron of gentle intensity as she explored the girl’s folds with her tongue and her lips. She tried to match what Hannah did, tried to lick lightly when the receptionist did, tried to probe deeper when she felt the tongue entering her. When the girl gripped her thighs, she held tight to hers. Hannah moved above her and moaned and then licked and sucked more intensely at her clit.
She had just gripped Hannah’s ass tightly and begun to move her tongue with more force when she heard Mr. Charning say, “Holy Shit.” Hannah stopped licking but didn’t get up. She heard one of the other workers say, “It’s a good thing the flight was canceled,” and she felt embarrassment, humiliation, and a bit of fear course over her. She lay paralyzed under Hannah for a moment, unsure what to do, and then she felt Hannah’s body moving strangely. She inclined her head, trying to see what was happening, but suddenly a cock appeared above her face and pushed into Hannah’s pussy. The men were back, and they were fucking Hannah!
It was insane. A minute—no, seconds ago she was alone with Hannah and completely immersed in her first time with a woman. Now, she was staring at a thick cock plunging into the girl right above her face. Hannah was struggling and whichever employee it was held her waist and moved hard and quick. She was in shock. The man’s balls brushed against her nose with each thrust into the receptionist. Theresa lay underneath the girl, amazed that the movement of Hannah’s body over her own still sent rushes of pleasure through her. She felt hands on her shoulders, pulling her out from under the girl and when she could see, she opened her eyes wide in shock.
All of them were naked. All six of them. The two fucking Hannah were moving furiously. Andy from accounting was pumping into her pussy hard, gripping her waist and slapping his thighs against her ass as he pushed forward. Bishop, the man who handled relationships with their manufacturers overseas was the one in her mouth, and he held her head firmly. He was fucking her mouth just as hard as Andy fucked her pussy, and Hanna gagged and struggled with each thrust. Theresa was shocked and had almost forgotten there were hands on her shoulders, but she felt herself lifted up, and she was suddenly face to face with Mr. Charning.
He didn’t say anything. He just pushed her backwards and she was suddenly splayed over the desk, her ass hanging off the front and her head hanging off the back. Charning held her ankles, spread her legs, and her own pussy was suddenly filled. She gasped. He was huge. He went in easily enough, what with the combination of how wet Hannah had made her and how turned on she’d been watching the girl fucked between the two other employees. Charning fucked her just as hard as the two were doing Hannah. She turned her head, moaning as she did, and watched them. Jeff, who handled shipping, was standing above the three, stroking his cock. She couldn’t believe how enormous he was. His cock stood out like a weapon, and he stroked it while the two filled her throat and her pussy.
Hannah’s whole body was shaking as they fucked her, her face nearly as red from the struggle as her beautiful hair, and Theresa couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed watching the girl get abused. She stared as Charning fucked her, and then someone grabbed Theresa’s hair, pulling her head downward and backward. A cock was at her lips, forcing itself into her mouth. She struggled, but with Charning fucking her and hands holding her
face firmly, there was nothing she could do. The cock pushed in and the position made her throat straight and accessible. The man kept pushing, his cock entering her throat and his balls pressing against her nose.
She’d tried deep throat a few times before, and though she’d gagged quite a bit, she’d always been in control of the situation. Not now. She panicked, gagging and fearful. She reached her hands upward to push him away, but someone grabbed them and pulled them back down to the desk. Charning held her ankles still, and whoever was in her throat still held her face. There were only two men left, Charlie and David. One of them was shoved entirely into her throat and the other was holding her hands down. She opened her eyes, but she only saw the top of someone’s thighs. She realized he was simply holding his cock deep in her throat. He hadn’t started moving at all.
She was still panicking and gagging, though. Every one of Charning’s thrusts into her pussy was slamming her body, and thus her throat, onto the cock in her mouth, so even though whoever held her head wasn’t moving, his cock was still fucking her throat. The grip on her ankles was so hard, it was almost painful, but the pounding her pussy was taking wasn’t painful at all. In fact, she was astounded at how good it felt, how each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her. She realized she’d stopped panicking about her throat, though she still had to fight for every breath.
Out of nowhere, pain shot through her nipples, travelling over her entire upper body. Someone had twisted both of them as the same time, viciously squeezing them and turning. Fire shot to where the man held her wrists. She realized it had to be the man in her throat who had reached down to do it. His hands no longer held her face, though the position had the back of her head pinned to the desk and she couldn’t move it. She felt his hands twist cruelly again, and the pain came over her once more, bringing tears to her eyes. It was strange, though. This time, the twisting also sent a shock of sensation to her clit, and she actually bucked up against Charning in her pussy.
Suddenly, the man pulled back from her throat, keeping his cock in her mouth and returning his hands to hold her face steady. He thrust in deeply again, pulled back, thrust in deeply again, pulled back and started spurting. His semen splashed against her tongue, the roof of her mouth, and her throat. It was hot and salty and he kept cumming what seemed like gallons into her mouth, holding her steady as he groaned. She struggled, never having allowed a man to come in her mouth and desperately wanting to spit it out, but a particularly hard thrust from Charning forced her forward, and cock and cum pushed into her throat, choking her and gagging her, but forcing her to swallow.
She gasped when he pulled out, and when he backed away, she could see that it was David. Charlie indeed held her arms. She heard Charning say, “Her mouth’s free, Charles,” but the salesman said he’d wait for her pussy. She turned her head again. The men had repositioned themselves. Now, Andy was in her mouth, and Bishop was underneath her, lying on the floor. She wasn’t struggling anymore but was moving her hips as he thrust up into her. Andy didn’t have to thrust into her mouth, either. She had her hands on his ass, gripping him tight as she pushed all the way to his balls and then pulled all the way out, flicking her tongue at his tip. Jeff still stroked his enormous cock, watching Hannah take on the men.
She felt herself being twisted around and suddenly she was bent over the desk, and Charning was fucking her just as furiously doggy style. She watched Hanna as her thighs repeatedly slammed against the desk and then suddenly her mouth was filled with cock and another load was pumped into her. It caught her completely by surprise, and she choked and gagged, but hands on her head held her firm and she swallowed again. When the cock withdrew, she realized it was Charning, which meant Charlie was the one fucking her. She moaned. She was so close, on the verge of coming.
She watched Jeff walk around behind Hanna, who still moved her hips and sucked on Andy. She didn’t understand what he was doing until suddenly Hannah started struggling. He was putting the head of his cock against her ass. He was going to fuck her ass! Hannah tried to get away, but the men in her pussy and her mouth stopped being friendly, and six hands held her place as Jeff thrust forward violently. It was an astounding and improbable sight to watch that giant shaft disappear between Hannah’s ass cheeks, and when the redhead screamed around the cock in her mouth Theresa came.
It was the strongest orgasm she’d ever had, and her whole body tensed and then shook as pleasure so strong it was almost pain took over her body. All the while, she watched as Hannah was fucked hard in all three of her holes. She couldn’t believe it, and even through the waves of sensation that coursed over her, she felt a little guilty that the receptionist’s mistreatment had turned her on, that it still sent thrills through her. Andy cried out, and she watched Hannah’s cheeks expand, watched Andy hold her in place until she could see Hannah’s throat make swallowing motions. She wondered if she had looked like that when Charning and David had forced her to swallow.
Charlie kept fucking her and fucking her hard. Hannah looked like she was ready to collapse, but when Andy pulled out of her mouth, she just screamed, “FUCK!” and Theresa could see the receptionists body shaking with the power of her own orgasm. It was too much for Bishop, and he pushed up hard, groaning. Evidently, Hannah’s ass was so tight that Jeff couldn’t hold off either. He plunged forward hard, groaned, and collapsed on top of the girl, who lay between the men quivering and moaning.
She felt Charlie slap her ass twice and then he pulled out. “I’m going to fuck your ass, aaaaaaah.” He never got to, his cock spurted over her ass cheeks and her pussy and he groaned. Theresa wasn’t sure if she felt relief or disappointment, but she still felt the remnants of her orgasm shaking over her. She lay over the desk, exhausted. The men finally pulled away from Hannah, and the girl struggled to her feet. Theresa couldn’t believe the punishment the girl had taken, but she was surprised to see Hannah smiling as she walked toward the desk. She was wobbly and weak, stumbling a bit, but she was smiling. She walked up, knelt until her face was right in front of Theresa’s and she kissed her.
“I saw the way you’ve been staring at me,” she said. Her voice was weak but normal, as though she hadn’t just had cocks thrust into each of her holes. “I’d already fucked Bishop a couple of times, given a hand job to Jeff, and I’ve been sucking of the boss every day since I started here. When the conference was cancelled a week ago, I asked them if they wanted some fun. I thought I’d have to seduce you, but you made it easy.”
Theresa shook her head. “Cancelled? The conference? Not the flight?”
Hannah smiled.
Theresa struggled to her feet and walked slowly toward her office. Suddenly, the redhead was at her side. “Oh God, Theresa, I thought you’d enjoy it. I’m so—”
Theresa cut her off with a kiss. “I’m not upset. I’m just going to schedule about a hundred conferences. Fuck, at least three or four of them are going to get cancelled.”
Hannah looked shocked, and then she started to laugh. Theresa laughed as well. Then, she reached out and pinched the redhead’s nipple.
TAKEN BY THE HELP
A Reluctant Gang Bang Erotic Short
by Veronica Halstead
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
Cover image by Lex Thorne
The girl was beautiful. She was twenty-seven years old. Holly knew that from her registration information. Everything about her from her red hair, cut short just to frame her cheeks like she was a Paris fashion model and hanging in such color, a shocking and bright auburn that didn’t come from a bottle but looked as natural as it was exotic. Her eyes, too, were remarkable. They were a deep bluish green, and as she watched her through her secret window, Holly felt the usual electric thrill she’d experienced time and time again spying on the guests in Suite 234 at the prestigious Allen’s House Manor. She’d worked summers at the hotel all throughout high school and continued when she went to
college. It was in the summer of her freshman year at the state university that she discovered the old workers’ passageway, long since boarded up but unearthed during a renovation of the second floor. The construction crew had fashioned a storage room out of the empty space, and Holly discovered the window, which was built into the wall but obscured in the guest room by a transparent painting of a fox hunt. She could look in and none could see her.
For three summers, she’d watched countless guests talking, sleeping, fighting, and making love through that painting, and the wonderful thrill each forbidden intrusion gave her was like a drug that pulled her to the little window every time she could manage it. She had a staff room at the hotel, and more often than not, if the guest was interesting, she would spend her off hours sitting on the little chair she’d positioned and watch.
Emilie was certainly an interesting guest. Holly had watched her for three nights now, and each night, the woman appeared the picture of poise and grace even as she sat alone in her room reading or sipping tea. She was remarkable and beautiful and fashionable, a throwback to the days of Grace Kelly and Audrey Hepburn. Holly was enthralled. Tonight, she wore a lovely white button down shirt over a black undershirt and a plaid miniskirt. On another woman, the outfit would have looked like a costume, but on Emilie it looked like the picture of fashion straight from the runways of Paris.
The woman looked worried, and Holly knew why. She’d overheard Chad, one of the front desk attendants, talking with her charge card company. They’d refused her charges and she owed for three days. Later, she overheard gossip that Emilie’s father had cut her off because of some family fight, but the details were unclear. The point, though, is that Emilie owed for three nights at a hotel where most people couldn’t afford even a meal in the lobby restaurant. Holly felt a stab of pity, but it was also mingled with a curious and delicious delight at the drama involved.
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