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CHAPTER TWO: WEEKEND TRAINING

This story contains SLUT, EXHIBITIONISM, BIG BLACK COCK, GROUP, and OFFICE

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“Megan!” I was standing outside the door of BlackLand Enterprises in the hallway of the office building. I turned to the voice to find Mr. Nolan turning the corner. “I’m surprised to see you so soon. I imagined you might think about my offer maybe even over the weekend.” He unlocked the door and began turning on lights as he made his way back to his office. He had me sit, offered some coffee, which he said he needed, and left to apparently make it. He returned with two mugs and sat down behind his desk and turned his computer on. Once settled, he looked me over carefully before proceeding. “Did I scare you away, Megan?” I shook my head and a smile formed on his face. “You have questions, then?”

I nodded, shyly. “Yes, sir.” I asked about the exact salary, benefits, including health, hours, and what the real demands would be on me.

He smiled. He was obviously pleased that I was asking all positive questions. “Let me ask you a question, first.” I nodded. “Do you have a life, Megan? What I mean is, you indicated you lost your previous life, so do you have social commitments, a boyfriend, or other family members you are worried about?”

What a curious question. That my private life would be an issue for … but then I thought that might make sense given what he is talking about for this job, which is far beyond a ‘normal’ job, so why would normal working hours apply? I shook my head, “No, sir. Sad, isn’t it?”

He gave me a look that was both sympathetic and understanding with no reason to dwell on what had happened to put me in that condition. “I intend to compensate you very well, far better than you would imagine because this will be a position far different. The office job may be close to normal-type hours but the other, my slut part, will extend outside the office, as needed.” I hadn’t flinched, I had already considered such. “There will be no mistake to anyone’s understanding, you will be my slut and only my slut. But in the office, you will be the office slut for all five of us.” He looked at me, but I knew that. “Outside the office … I may want you some nights. I may want to share you with others, if it benefits me and the company. I will certainly want to show you off.” His eyes held mine, “You are not a porn star look. You aren’t what people would be expecting. I can get porn women and that’s what they expect. You, though … your size and look have innocence, fragility, and vulnerability, especially next to me.” I did blush as I realized this wasn’t an 8 to 5 secretary/slut thing. This would become a life thing. “When I travel, I will want you with me for my own needs and to … possibly influence, if necessary, those I meet with.” Yeah, much more than 8 to 5. “Does any of this bother you, Megan? You said you want the feeling you had from my big cock and much more of it. You’ll have much more, Megan.” He studied me. My mind was racing, almost as fast as my body was. I squeezed my crossed thighs together under my simple dress and my new panties were soaking wet. “More questions, Megan?”

I looked him in the eyes with a shy smile, “Yes, sir. You said you would teach me?”

The huge smile that spread over his face said it all. He had me and he knew it as much as I knew it. “Do you have plans this weekend, Megan?” I shook my head emphatically and with perhaps more excitement showing than I maybe should have shown. But maybe not. Maybe showing my excitement is exactly what is needed. “It’s Friday, so why delay, then.” I squinted my eyes at him. What did he mean? “Stand up and remove your clothes. I am curious about something.”

I was right to do it. It was a simple test of my consideration of all this. I stood quickly before, my fingers reaching behind my neck to unclasp it, then pulling the zipper down. I shrugged my shoulders and felt the dress slide off my shoulders and down my arms. My eyes were only on him as they appraised my actions. When I pushed the dress over my hips to fall to the floor, his smile broadened and he eyes shown in delight. I had not only purchased new semi-sheer, lace bra and panties, but …

“Wonderful, excellent.” The tone of his voice told me everything about his approval. “Stockings. You remembered what I said about pantyhose.” He looked up at me and smiled. “Now the rest. Leave the stockings and shoes on.” After I removed the bra and panties, he motioned me to him. I walked around his desk and stood next to his chair as he turned it. His hands reached out to my breasts and slid down my body. I opened my legs in anticipation and he smiled, again. His fingers slid over my slit and between my lips. “You’re wet, excellent.” His eyes came to mine as a finger penetrated into me for the first time since … “A good slut should always anticipate being used, Megan. Also, I like your shaved cunt, keep it that way.” I nodded as I blushed.

I closed my eyes as his finger was joined by another and they sawed in and out of my needy hole. OH GOD … I needed this. But instead he pulled his fingers out and put them up to my mouth. I opened my mouth and tasted myself. I sucked his fingers clean.

“I want you to go home. Take care of whatever you need to for being gone over the weekend. Pack a small bag of your toiletries, make-up, whatever, but no clothes. Wear a nice dress and the tallest heels you have. You will have a credit card for whatever you need and we’ll break it in tomorrow. I will pick you up at your apartment at 5:00.”

I stood there numbly. As if in a trance, I moved back to the other side of desk and picked up my panties, stepping into them as he watched. I glanced at him to find him leaning back in his chair watching me closely. This would be my life. On display whenever. Available whenever. My body shivered as I picked up my little bra.

After dressing, I moved to the closed door of his office. “Megan.” I turned back to him. “I don’t think your tits need a bra. I would like you in a skirt and blouse with the blouse half unbuttoned.” I nodded and shivered, again. “And, Megan … don’t touch yourself. There may be times when I want you to masturbate, but I will tell you. Otherwise, you will have your orgasms, but they will be through others.” I shivered stronger. His words almost had me cumming.

At precisely 5:00 PM, there was a knock on my door. I opened the door for him. He stood in the hall and appraised me, forcing me to step closer to him. He counted the buttons on my blouse, then undid another one, commenting that ‘half’ was only approximate. The first fastened button was now just below my nipple line. He indicated for me to raise my skirt, which fell to just above my knees. He nodded at seeing my stockings and lace panties. Then, he stepped back. I numbly … or dumbly … just stood there until it occurred to me, he was ready to leave. I turned quickly to retrieve my small bag and light jacket, in case. He took the bag from me, his free hand sliding over my back. The first act in this job was going to be spending the weekend with him. During small talk in the car, he mentioned that we were stopping for dinner at one of his favorite restaurants. I was almost disappointed. My body was buzzing with energy and need. My nipples were like rocks and became more aroused (if possible) as they rubbed against the blouse, which was all a new sensation. My pussy, cunt he kept saying, was soaking another new pair of panties. I needed an orgasm. That realization had in itself shocked me. It became all I could think about ever since the interview and, although I had awkwardly masturbated in my consideration of his proposal, the image I was masturbating to had been his cock inside my pussy.

I looked across the car at this big black man next to me. He was comfortably chattering about work. He was supremely confident and controlled. He was a good foot taller than me and more than twice my weight. I was like a little girl next to him and maybe that was the stark image he had talked about. The sex and the projection of sex was also part of the job, part of the projection of the image and concept of BlackLand Enterprises, the air of the black male. That was the business model and it has been successful because it sold, and it sold not only to the black males but to the white community, too. That was where the money really was, the acceptance of the black male, especially the big black male, in white minds. I wouldn’t argue with him … it had completely consumed mine since that first encounter at the insemination clinic.

The restaurant was indeed nice. As we sat and talked, he avoided any discussion about what was coming for the weekend or the intimate part of my new job. It was reminiscent of the scene in The Hunger Games when the contestants are feted as if what was coming was of little concern. I wasn’t going to be in a life-or-death struggle, but it seemed as consuming to me at the moment. He continued to appraise me and watch me. I wondered, if this dinner was a purposeful delay to tease and frustrate, tension producers to heighten a desperation inside me. If he calculated such a response and result … he calculated perfectly.

Near the end of dinner, he leaned forward and softly told me to go to the restroom, unbutton all the remaining buttons accessible, remove my panties and bring them to him, setting them in his hand. Then, to bend over and kiss him passionately. When I did, I felt the eyes of everyone on me as I placed the lacy material in his hand, even though might have been only a few who might have glanced our way. When I bent over, I felt the blouse fall and gap open to fully expose my breasts and nipples to anyone in line to see.

After I sat down, he leaned forward, again, “Well done, Megan. You’re very suggestable, aren’t you?” I nodded. It surprised me more than it might have him. “So far, I have only had you suck me, but I could have bent you over the desk, instead, and fucked you and you would have wanted it.” I blushed but nodded. “It’s time, isn’t it, Megan? It’s time to be fucked? You want me to fuck you now, don’t you?”

“Oh my God, sir, yes. I do. I don’t only want it, I need it. Please, sir … you’re teasing me.”

He smiled and signaled for the check. “There’s the slut in you, Megan.” He signed the bill and turned back to me, “We’ll bring that slut out this weekend, dear.” When he stood up, he placed my panties on the table where I had been sitting. He left them there, my soaking wet panties, as he led me out.

I wasn’t surprised by his house. As big as Mr. Nolan has become in my mind, even bigger than he physically is, his house only reflected that. Considering it was a house he lived in alone, it was large, and located in a privileged community. He pulled into a garage that also contained two other vehicles and a large motorcycle. But, instead of entering the house from the garage, he led me back out to the front of the house. Lights came on around the front, motion sensors, and he stopped at the front door.

“Undress, Megan. Everything. Stockings, shoes, everything.” I looked at him, then quickly back toward the street. There was plenty of foliage and fencing, but we were bathed in light. I pulled the blouse out from my skirt, completely unbuttoned the remaining buttons and slid it off. He took it from me. My skirt followed. I stepped out of my shoes. He supported me as I rolled the stocking down my legs and off my feet. He fondled my breasts, then slid his hand to my mound. I opened my legs for him and he slid a finger over my slit, finally inserting it … God, finally, but it was only his finger. He placed the finger at my lips and I sucked my juices off it. As he pinched a nipple, he said, “You are doing well, Megan. You’re not used to public exposure, so I am proud of you.” I smiled. God! I am taking pride in being displayed like this and at the restaurant. “But you will need to learn to respond immediately, without hesitation.”

I looked up at him, “Yes, sir. I will do better.”

He unlocked the front door, finally, and even he sounded a bit in need. “I know you will, my sweet slut. I know you will. Now, I want to reward you … I want to taste that sweet cunt of yours, again.” I shivered as I stepped into the house as he held the door.

He took me directly upstairs to his master bedroom. It was a suite with a living area separate from the main bedroom and a large bathroom. He dumped my clothes and small bag on the floor. I assisted him in pulling the covers down from the bed and he directed me to lie at the edge. Still dressed, he parted my legs and pushed my knees back toward my chest. Even this simple movement was energizing. He took complete control, instantly. He knew I was already wet and anxious, so there was no stage of preparation, of wooing me. He was taking me, even if it was his mouth on my pussy. The times at the clinic with him, he had been making love to me. The first time was very much loving but by the third time he had elements of it being fucking and it was that time that had been so very thrilling and significant. In his office, in the restaurant, and at his front door, he took control in directing me to test my compliance, I suppose. Now, he was handling my body like it was really his for the taking, like there was no question about whose it was … no question in his mind and, presumptively, no question in mine.

I was displayed before a man like never before. My knees were pressed to my body and opened. He opened me for his use and all I did was gaze down my naked body as his tongue came out of his mouth and lapped along the length of my slit to flick at my clit when he reached the top. His eyes peered up at me as my clit sent a jolt up through my body and I shivered. Except for him, no one has eaten my pussy … and I loved it.

All the energy and anticipation that had been building within me since this morning finally burst out in a shattering orgasm. I was gripping my legs against my chest as my arms, legs, and body shook and shivered as my pussy quaked and spasmed against his tongue as it probed into my hole and along the lips to my engorged clit. I was moaning and pleading, though I don’t know what the words were.

With the orgasm, I thought he would be done, but he wasn’t. He jammed two, then three fingers into my pussy as he worked my clit with his lips. My orgasm didn’t stop. I continued to shake, my pussy convulsing around the fingers sawing into me. When his fingers curled and found my g-spot (something I would learn much more about with him), I exploded into a new level of orgasm on top of the one I was already experiencing.

He was standing over me, next to the bed, before I realized he had stopped stimulating my pussy. Those orgasms were so consuming, I hadn’t noticed when he stopped and pulled away. I was curled into a fetal position on my side as my shaking body slowed and calmed. As I came to realize what position I was in, I slowly released my hold on my legs and sought him with eyes blurred from the lustful experience. I found him standing next to the bed. His face was smiling. He looked pleased. From his performance or my response. I was in awe of his performance and my body would never forget the experience that was now possible. And, that was just his mouth.

I slid off the bed to the floor at his feet. It was as if my body had become a sensual fluid that flowed in some magnetic attraction to his body standing solid and dominant over me. I knelt and wrapped my arms around his thighs, the side of my face pressed into his crotch still cover by his slacks. I could feel his penis … no, his cock. It was hardening against my face.

Without looking up and slackening my grip around his body, “Thank you, sir! Thank you … thank you.” I moved the side of my face against his growing cock under his slacks. “How may I please you, sir?” It wasn’t a simple question, an offer, or an interest on my part to him. It was a consuming desire, an overwhelming need to please him in whatever way I could and he wanted. Something in that orgasm changed me from a curiosity or interest in experiencing more, to a need and craving to experience what I could. A craving that had me on my knees at this man’s feet hugging his thighs.

“Undress me, then make love to the cock that is going to fuck you.” OH GOD, YES.

I struggled to my feet on legs still wobbly. I removed his shirt and tie, moving around him and placing them on a chair as he stood still. I pulled his undershirt over his head before moving to his belt. I unzipped his slacks and knelt, again, before him. But, first, I remove his shoes and socks, flipping them behind him in the vicinity of the chair. Then, with excited hands evidenced by the slight trembling, I pull his slacks down his legs. He placed his hand on my head as he lifted one foot, then the other. My hands were back to his underwear and I could see and feel his hard cock underneath. I stroked his cock that was nearly extended now to the top of his shorts. I looked up at him to find him watching me with interest and I thought I knew why. If he read my face and actions correctly, he might see the look of intensely anxious anticipation of unwrapping what was barely hidden beneath, like some anticipated gift-wrapped present.

I moved my face forward and kissed his shaft through the fabric of his shorts. Then, I pulled the waistband down over the head of his cock, kissing the head as it appeared. As I lower his shorts, I continued to kiss each newly exposed inch of black cock. This was the cock that was going to finally fuck me, again. I almost couldn’t wait, but at the same time I wanted to love this beautiful thing before it happened. I had never reacted this way to a cock or the anticipation of a fuck. This was all new to me … and wonderfully, excitingly, thrillingly, and breathtakingly so.

With his shorts at his feet, I raised my mouth higher to take the head into my mouth. I sucked on it, took it out, and licked down the length, then back up before retaking the head into my mouth and pressing more of it inside. I fucked a few inches of his cock with my mouth, trying to push more in, but finding my throat reluctant.

He gently raised my head to look at him, “Enough for now, Megan. You can suck me much more later. Now … I need to be inside your cunt.”

I stood up and pressed our naked bodies together. The top of my head barely went up to his shoulders, but he bent his head and I raised mine to kiss deeply. My hand found his cock and I stroked it. It was hard … rigid like it was formed in marble. I moved to the bed, but he told me to wait. He climbed onto the bed and lay on his back. His hand held his cock straight up.

“You’re going to do all the fucking. You ride me and fuck until I tell you something different.”

My eyes were fixed on his vertical cock. I heard him, though, and crawled alongside him. I swung my leg over his body, raised myself high to be above his 10 inches of blackness. He moved the head along my slit until the head settled slightly into my hole. I gasped. It wasn’t even in me, but I gasped … involuntarily. I settled down a little more. The head sank into me, spreading my hole, stretching me. I gasped more. I groaned. I sank down more and groaned. Further down and more groaning. The head bumped into the top of my pussy and I shuddered. I looked down between us and saw a couple more inches. I raised up and settle back down. Bump. Shudder. Up and down. I almost climaxed. I was so full; it was so deep. I was sitting on him fully. I had him all.

I looked into his face and he was smiling. “You remember now?” I nodded as I started moving up and down slowly. He told me to fuck, but I needed to adjust to his fullness. “You remember how it felt before?” I nodded as my speed picked up. “You need to feel my cum inside you, again, don’t you?”

“OH … FUCK … YESSSSSSS!” He didn’t cum … I did. We had only just begun fucking and I already orgasmed on his marvelous cock. Oh, God, how I love it inside me! I dropped down onto his wide chest and rode the orgasm. His hands caressed my back and thighs as I gasped and moaned and whimpered.

When I could, I raised back up and began fucking, again. I looked down at him, “Sorry, sir. It was just … so wonderful.”

He smiled and teased my nipples. Even with my bouncing on his cock, my small breasts only jiggle. Mr. Nolan says he likes that about me, though. They are right for my petite, athletic body, he says. I’m not going to argue because he is loving them up now as I work my tight body over his cock.

I am fucking him hard now. I raise up so only the head is inside, then I slam down. His cock hits me deep each time, sending a jolt through my body. My pussy is tight around his rigid cock, gripping it as I pull up and slam back down. He is moaning now, too, and I desperately want to have him cum, because I am getting so close to another orgasm. I shift my hands to his muscular chest for support and put all my effort into my thighs raising and lowering my pussy on his cock.

Another orgasm is almost there as I fuck him hard. “Ohhhhhh … fuckkkkkk … sirrrrrr … pleeeeasssssse cummmmmmm.”

He slips two fingers of one hand underneath me and he has aligned it perfectly to jam my clit. At the same time, he rises and bites a nipple softly, but the combination is all I need … or all it takes even if I didn’t want it to happen. I orgasm … alone … without him … “Oooooooo … yesssssss … oh fuccckkkkkkk!”

He holds me tight against his body as I ride this orgasm, as well. When I am mostly out of it, he whispers in my ear, “Turn around to reverse-cowgirl. Don’t get off me, just turn around.”

I raise my head and look at him. Turn around on his cock? Damn … It takes a little awkward maneuvering, but I start turning by sitting on him and moving my feet for leverage in turning. Oh … what a feeling! I am stuffed, but VERY lubricated after two orgasms. I feel every ridge of his cock as I turn around it. How obscene is this?

This time, I put my hands on his shins and start aggressively fucking up and down. And, this time, the reaction coming from him is different. I don’t know if it is the change in position or he has just been resisting for too long, but he is straining up into me now and I smile as I kicked up my fucking another notch, I wasn’t sure I had. I feel his cock pulse inside me. I pull up so his whole cock is outside me except for the very tip to keep us aligned … and I drop strongly down and bottom out. I am rewarded with his cum spurting into my pussy, flooding me with his cum, sending spurt after spurt of his seed and coating me entire pussy.

When his cock stops spurting, I turn on his cock, again, this time for fun. I lay down onto his body and his arms wrap around me. His massive breaths cause me to move up and down with his chest. I am like a toy on top of him.

I hug him tight and softly ask the question I need to know, “Sir … did your new slut do well for you?”

“Very well, indeed, dear Megan. Very well, indeed.”

I kiss his chest. “Thank you, sir.” I sighed in relief. I raised my head and slipped my hands under my chin to look at him. “I was beginning to think I wasn’t arousing enough for you.”

“Silly, girl. You know from before that I climaxed in you several times.” I watched his face. I nodded, reached up and kissed him on the lips. I felt his cock slip inside as I reached up. I settled back down on it.

I giggled and he asked what. I said, “You cock, sir. I can feel it getting softer, but it is so large it is still well inside me. I like that.” I blushed at the bold way I was confessing my feeling about his cock. Then, I looked at him more seriously, which got his attention. “Sir, you said you would teach me to be a slut. Remember? What are you going to teach me?”

“You are eager to be my full slut?” I nodded and blushed more. I knew little about what the office job was to be and all I was curious about was how I would be his slut. “This weekend is the start. I am going to fuck you as much as I can so you feel what that is like. Next week, you’ll start fucking the other men in the office so you know what it is like to experience different men and cocks.” He paused and I gazed at him in anticipation of what else would come. “We’ll start training your ass to be fucked. But we’ll take our time and use some toys to prepare you.” I gave him a puzzled look. My conservative upbringing didn’t do much in the way of introducing me to sex, much less sex toys. “Tomorrow we’ll get you some butt plugs and dildos. We’ll buy you some clothes, too. Your wardrobe has to change.” He touched my nose as if to make a point. I smiled and nodded. “A good slut can not only be fucked in the cunt or ass, but the cunt and ass at the same time. Double penetration. With large cocks, though, we’ll need to open your ass up some, first.” Ass fucked. Double penetration. Oh my. “Then, deepthroating a cock. That takes practice and determination.” I nodded. Deepthroat? Taking a cock like his into my throat? I convinced myself not to panic … not yet, anyway.

We talked and mused comfortably. It amazed me, really. I was lying on the man who was to be my boss, his softening cock was embedded well in my pussy after we had fucked and I was comfortably talking to him like we were meeting for coffee somewhere.

I felt his cock move, twitch slightly and wondered … I squeezed with my pussy muscles. Squeeze, relax, squeeze. His cock tensed a bit. Did it just grow? I continued to use my muscles as I lay on his chest and stomach.

He swatted my bare butt playfully. With a chuckle, “Where did you learn that?”

I giggled, “Nowhere, sir. I just tried it when I felt you cock move. I tried it several times and you seemed to enjoy it, so … you don’t mind do you, sir?”

“And, what is your intention with what you are doing with your cunt around my cock?”

I looked at him, my arousal instantly rising, “To make you hard, again, sir.” And, his cock was getting hard. “It seems to be working, sir.” I smiled at him, “I can’t let you have a hard cock and not give you some relief.”

He laughed and rolled us over into the missionary position. His cock quickly growing hard and long, again, he stroked in and out of my pussy. I looked at him with renewed lust. He looked back into my eyes. He crushed my mouth with a passionate kiss. “My turn to fuck you.”

And, he did. He drove his cock into me with long, powerful strokes that nearly knocked the breath out of me. This was a fucking! I tried when I was on top, but it was nothing like this! He pounded into me like he owned my body and it was for his use anyway he wanted it. Maybe … maybe that’s what he was showing me. He can take me. He can fuck me. He can use me. Maybe he’s just showing me what being his slut will be like. If so … I want it.

This time, we orgasmed closer together, each of us gasping and clutching onto each other desperately … at least I was.

He wrapped me in his arms, spooned into my back. His lips were kissing my neck and shoulder, his whispers reinforcing my sexuality, the pleasure I gave him, his desire for me to be his slut, and his commitment to protect me and keep me safe through it all. I slipped into sleep feeling like I was in a protective womb … and the most contented I had been in a very, very long time.

I woke to my nipples being sucked and nipped, a couple fingers sawing into my pussy, and my clit being regularly bumped. Before I was fully awake, I was uttering the sounds of the aroused, “Ohhhhhhhh … yesssssssss … goooood … hmmmmmmm … sooooo goooooddddd …”

With a freshly aroused and focused mind, I dislodged myself from him and spun around in the bed, pushing him onto his back and straddling him with my pussy near his mouth and my head at his cock, which unsurprisingly was quite hard. With his large cock, I could take his cock into my mouth and he could reach my pussy. It occurred to me while sucking him the taste was different, that I was tasting a combination of his cum and my own. It also occurred to me he was getting a similar thing from my pussy. My appreciation for Mr. Nolan increased.

I was basking in that moment of sexual bliss. We were both purely comfortable in this arousal of each other. I was attempting, again, to take his cock into my mouth further, as I now would every time I would suck him. His mouth and tongue were busy probing my pussy and nibbling at my clit. His hands, for the most part, held my hips over his face, but occasionally roamed over my thighs and back. I rubbed my pussy against his face. I giggled. He flexed his hips and drove his cock deeper into my mouth. He chuckled.

Then he rolled us. He disengaged himself and stood next to the bed. His hand was outstretched to me and I followed him. He turned me, pressed me forward and I fell to the bed, my feet on the floor. I looked over my shoulder at him and spread my legs wide in invitation. He stepped up to me and immediately drove his cock into my open pussy. Oh … my … god. Instantly stuffed, again. He fucked me hard and strong, his strong body plowing his cock into my pussy with an energy and power that was at a new height of being used. This is what it was going to be like. Used … even abused. Taken to new heights and challenges, expanding my naïve understanding of what sex can be. Then, everything changed, again.

With his cock embedded deep inside me, he pulled me with an arm around my waist and another around my chest as he leaned over me. Then, he stood up! I was impaled on his cock and vertical! He carefully released some hold on me and gravity set his cock completely in me. Then, holding me firmly, he walked me to the sliding door and the balcony outside I didn’t know was there. I didn’t know what time it was … very early morning … but it was dark and quiet. His backyard was dark. The neighbor homes, just visible at this height, were dark. My legs hung below me. There was nothing else for me to do with them. I was held in front of him like a large doll … like a fuck-doll.

“Oh … my … God … sir!” I was gasping and panting. This was so completely erotic and arousing. I was just being used as he continued to fuck me while being held against his body. “I … never … dreamed … of such … sex!” He only chuckled … and grunted.

He soon turned from the balcony and returned to the bed. He bent over the bed and literally dropped me. As I fell away from him, his cock pulled out and I bounced. He flipped me over onto my back and moved me to the center of the bed with ease. Then, he plowed back into my pussy and finished us both off. My arms and legs were wrapped around his neck and waist as my body exploded and I felt his seed blasting into my well-used pussy.

He pulled out after time and curled into my back, again. This time, he lifted my left leg and entered my pussy from behind, then wrapped his arm around me and held me tight. There was always something new. Or, I knew so little that it only seemed that way. I pressed my back into his front and relished the feeling of his cock inside me. With new clarity, I understood how much I had to experience and learn.

With the early morning light and sounds from the now open sliding door to the balcony, my fussy mind enjoyed the feel of Mr. Nolan’s body underneath my leg and arm. Even in my sleep I must have yearned for his contact. I lightly slid my hand over his chest and stomach. I didn’t want to interrupt his sleep. It was still early, but … I couldn’t resist touching him. I felt like a school girl with a crush, a naïve girl with a first love. This wasn’t love, though. I understood that, the difference of what that was and what Mr. Nolan intended this to be. I had experienced ‘love’ and found it disappointing. I wasn’t sure I ever wanted that ‘love’ relationship, again. But I was excited to discover what this was as it evolved because the evolution was me, not him. It was me catching up.

I raised my head and watched him. He was completely relaxed. A soft snore escaping as his chest gently rose and fell. I looked down his body. His cock was semi-hard and I wondered what he was dreaming about. Was it me? Was it what he has already done to me or what he was intending to do to me? I smiled and slithered down alongside his body and turned to take his cock into my mouth. I kissed the head and sucked on it, seeking any pre-cum just inside. I liked his cum. Maybe I just liked cum. A smile formed around the cock in my mouth as I considered if that alone is an indicator of being a slut.

I have half his cock in my mouth with my tongue swirling and mouth sucking hard enough to collapse my cheeks when I feel his hand on my head. “Hmmmmm … what a wonderful way to wake up.”

I smiled and slowly pull my mouth off his cock. With a hand slowly stroking it, I looked up his body to him, “Good morning, sir.” I return my lips to his cock only to look back at him, “I think you are close, sir. Would it be okay to have your cum as my juice?” He chuckled and lay his head back while stroking my shoulders. I took his cum and swallowed every drop, licking his cock clean to be absolutely sure I had it all.

Downstairs at the kitchen table, we shared coffee, eggs, muffins, and juice (orange juice, this time), which we jointed prepared. He was wearing boxers and I was still naked. In the bedroom, he instructed me that I was to be naked at his house unless he directed otherwise. I would find out later he meant outside in the back, too.

“I knew you would be a good slut, Megan.”

I smiled demurely, at least as demurely as you can when you are naked in someone’s kitchen. “Thank you, sir. I know I have a lot to learn, but I hope you see how eager I am to please you.”

“I do, indeed. And, that is why I know you will be a good slut.”

He discussed the day ahead. There would be lots of fucking. He wanted me to experience more fucking than I ever have. I chuckled and assured him that has already happened. He smiled but told me it will continue. His only limitation would be his ability to achieve an erection. It would be my responsibility this weekend to bring an erection as often as possible for him. I shivered. He told me this might lead to some soreness around my pussy but that would pass. My pussy just needs to adjust to being used a lot because I will be. I shivered, again.

Besides fucking, though, we were going shopping. I needed slut clothes and new office clothes that would reflect the new me … a sexual woman even in the office or outside. Also, the toys. I was curious about those but he just told me that would be an adventure of their own.

There was still a slight chill to the air, but he took me out onto the patio. I could see that at ground level it was quite private with the placement of trees and fences. He didn’t give me much opportunity to look around his yard, though. He moved us to a lounge chair near his pool I had missed last night in the dark. My eyes were on the pool but he was reclining on the chair and held his cock in his hand. I understood, immediately. I sucked him hard, then mounted him and fucked him. There were times when he seemed to want to fuck me dominantly, other times when he was gentle, and other times when he had me do all the work and he was passive. This time I took my time. I used long, even stokes, his cock sliding in and out, my pussy walls clenching him the entire way. He commented about what I was doing with my pussy and praised me. I glowed and clenched harder. He said that reminded him of other toys. He liked that feeling and wanted to help me develop those muscles more. He said I could turn into one of the best fucks. I blushed but his words were like adding jet fuel to my sexual engine that drove my desire to higher levels.

I was cleaning the kitchen of breakfast and he was once again in his boxers and creating a list for when we go shopping. I am wiping my hands and turn to find him leaning back and watching me. I asked him, if there is something wrong.

“Nothing is wrong. You are beautiful. I was just admiring what a unique impression your nakedness gives.” I tilt me head curiously at him. Here is a man who essentially heads a porn enterprise and he is finding my petite body unique? As if reading my mind, “Very unique.” He has me stand before him. “Big breasted, voluptuous women are synonymous with porn. So, you are unique. You have an air of innocence, naivete. I think that is very erotic. It can give off the impression of having a virgin.” I blushed. Again? “Does it bother you that I refer to you so openly as a sexual thing?”

I took his hand and put it between my legs. His fingers immediately start moving, one on my clit, another into my hole. “That is what a slut is, sir. You made it clear to me from the beginning. I have a job to do in the office, but you want a slut to fuck. I accepted that, sir. I also understand you want me on your arm to present an impression, a visual presentation for the image you want to provide to others.”

He smiled and pressed another finger into me. It was still surprising how boldly I stood before him with his hands and fingers exploring my body inside and out. My conservative family and friends rejected me. I didn’t reject them as much as I just moved by taking this job … and absurdly sexual role.

He led me back upstairs to shower. Even showering was sexual, though. The shower was large, easily accommodating both of us. As the water fell over us from above, he gently pressured me to my knees. I dutifully sucked him hard, then he pressed me against the wall and forcefully fucked me. We both came. I couldn’t even imagine how I could have him inside me and not orgasming.

I was dressed in the only dress I had with me, which had been short but by no means what Mr. Nolan intended for me. The shop he led me into was clearly meant for women with the intension of drawing attention and enticing. The skirts and dresses were short, much shorter than what I was wearing, but Mr. Nolan assured me, these were not the slut clothes.

The clothes in this shop were lovely, but to me they were very revealing for an office environment. But Mr. Nolan was the boss. Each outfit I tried on was amazing. Mr. Nolan sat just outside the dressing room where I would change from outfit to outfit and show the look to him and the saleslady. All the skirts or dress hems were well above md-thigh and the tops were revealing in cleavage or fitting. I could never have worn anything like these dresses before, but now I was getting excited to wear these clothes for the men of the office. Mr. Nolan reminded me, discretely because of the saleswoman, that a woman in my position should be classy but provocative at the same time. When the saleswoman left momentarily to assist another customer at the register, he clarified his other discrete comment.

“Always remember, Megan. Your position has many implications to be aware of at all times. You are my slut, of course. You will also be the office slut so enticement is for all five of us. You will also accompany me to many social and business gatherings and commitments. And, remember that those business situations are not normal business like most executives. You work in the porn industry. There are expectations associated with that.”

“Despite the fact that you chose not to have a porn star type on your arm.”

“Correct. There are expectations and there are surprises. Everyone expects a porn star type. Seeing what you expect to see can be a negative. They see the big tits, watching how they sway and bounce, how voluptuous her figure is. They don’t look at the package. But, you … you next to me dressed the same way takes everyone back. Surprise. They stop and look, consider who you are, why are you on my arm. Then, they see the look, the innocence, maybe. They see the stark difference in size between us. Hell, you might be a teenager … their thoughts wonder. An impression.”

I smile and consider this with everything else. He’s right. There are so many layers to what he wants from me. Secretary. His slut. Office slut. Arm candy. Perception changer.

Before leaving this store, we also buy panties of a wide variety from bikini to thong to G-string. Then, stockings to match the dresses and replacements. Mr. Nolan reminds me I will be spending time on my knees. I grab double of what I had thought I might need.

I change into one of the dresses. The dress is a slip-dress. The hem is nowhere near mid-thigh. I was told it was made just like a slip in terms of satin material and thinness. It has spaghetti straps and drops low in back. Mr. Nolan reminds me that bras aren’t allowed. My nipples are poking at the thin material. We stop for lunch at a very nice restaurant and I feel eyes on me the entire time. I glance down at my lap and see the dress has slipped up my thighs and it is impossible to keep down. I finally given up trying and keep my legs crossed or together. I am blushing. Mr. Nolan complimented me on not only my appearance but keeping my calm. He assured me it will become easier.

Our next stop is a different boutique at another level of revealing. This shop has clothes for clubbing and slutting. I can’t believe what I see, but when he hands me an outfit to try on, I ask where the changing room is. He says there is no need. The saleswoman helping us just chuckles and watches. I strip out of the slip-dress leaving me in heels and panties. Mr. Nolan motions for the panties to drop. I exhale but follow his direction. I am standing in the shop naked as he hands me a dress. Dress … it has the elements of a dress with a top and bottom but the top almost isn’t there. It is a cowl style with fabricate loosely hung in front almost to my belly button. The bottom is very short and tight. I know if I bend over, my breasts will be on display and, if I sit, I will have to be very careful to hide my pussy.

The next dress is floor length and I breathe easier. Then, I remember I am standing naked. I slip into the dress only to find large slits on each side and a V in the front to just above my belly button, again. When I take a test walk, the slits open to above my hips. There is no way to wear a bra or panties in this dress.

A spandex dress he handed me looked like it might cover me, but then I noticed it didn’t have sides. My small breasts would be quite visible from the sides. On and on this went. He apparently thought these dresses would be used because he bought a number of them.

Then, it was on to the slut-wear and I saw the difference. These were at the back of the shop, but I was walking there naked. Mr. Nolan gave my ass a sharp slap. I glanced in a mirror and his hand left a mark on my light skinned ass. He smiled and I playfully swatted his arm. The saleswoman smiled at our interaction. Whether or not a naked woman was common in the shop or not, she wasn’t going to say anything based on the money Mr. Nolan was spending.

The slut-wear was definitely at another level. I tried on two swimsuits, though they only cover what was necessary to cover the law. One was nothing more than straps about two inches wide that fit over the nipples and down over my pussy and back up the back. On me, a slight movement would uncover me. A Buxom bitch would probably hold the strips in place. Not me, though. This would only give the illusion of my trying to be covered. The other was a wicked weasel in white. It was only three small rectangles of thin material attached together and around me with string. I would later find out those rectangles became sheer when wet.

When I was handed a floor-length sheer white gown, I smiled, “A night gown, thank you.”

He laughed, “I suppose it really is, but not for you. You will wear this.” He leaned to me and added, “And, without the sheer panties.” I shook my head, not to say ‘no’ to him, but in disbelief. Where could we go where this was remotely appropriate. My entire body would be visible underneath.

Another ‘outfit’ was backless … completely, even over the ass. The front was covered in loose black strings that, again, gave the allusion of coverage. One, I could see my nipples peeking out. It came with a black G-string, but I didn’t ask if I would be allowed to wear it.

Leaving this shop, I was wearing one of the cowl dresses. I was covered, but not by much. The last stop was the toy store. Really, an adult emporium. Entering, it looked as bad as I had always had the impression of. Magazine racks, video racks, kinky clothing and BDSM stuff. Then, shelves of dildos and vibrators. Mr. Nolan seemed to know what he wanted and it didn’t take long in there. I wasn’t sure if it was he wasn’t sure when I might be groped or if he was just in need of using my body, again. I suspected the latter. We walked out with an array of butt-plugs from small to large. Each were decorated with colored glass jewels on the end. The dildos were also slim to thicker. He said these were for my ass and throat (be sure to clean them well, he said). Then, a vibrating egg for my pussy and a vibrating bullet for my ass. Finally, some heavy Ben Wa balls for strengthening my pussy muscles.

Yes, he wanted my body. He pressed me up against the trunk of the car, pulled my dress up to my waist and pulled my panties off. Then, he lowered his pants and pressed into me. He may have felt desperate for his slut, but he quickly realized by my wet, open pussy that his slut was just as desperate. He fucked me in the garage with the door open. I could see the street, but not easily. He fucked me like we were in complete privacy. He fucked with abandon. We both came. We both made noise.

He grilled a couple steaks and I baked a couple potatoes and made a salad. We ate on the patio. I was, of course, naked. We shared some laughs as he recounted some of the looks on my face as I tried on the clothes, especially being naked as a young couple walked through the second shop. He teased me that the woman didn’t look very happy about it but the guy was very interested.

Before we cleaned up after dinner, I crawled under the wrought-iron table, pulled his pants open and began sucking his cock. He stopped me after several minutes. I wasn’t in any hurry, but he said the obvious. The hard patio pavers were going to be hurting my knees soon. Instead, he assisted in the cleaning and led me into his entertainment room. It had several large sofas. He said this is where his friends enjoy many a game day of sports on TV. He just looked at me without saying anything more. He didn’t have to. The implication was clear to me. Someday I would be in this room with a roomful of black men.

This night, however, he settled into the sofa dead center to the TV. He had removed his pants and turned on the TV. I settled next to him with my head in his lap, his cock instantly in my mouth. Around his cock, I asked, “Whooth plawwyng?”

He chuckled, “No … this is a video we are just releasing. I would like to know what you think.”

I pulled off his cock, “What do I know about porn videos, sir?”

He pushed my head back to his cock, “You’re a woman and you like black cock, right?” I nodded. “So, what’s more to know?” I shrugged.

With my mouth and tongue and lips busy sucking his cock, I watched the wide screen TV and the movie. There wasn’t really much of a plot. Something about a mature white woman coasting her car into an out-of-the-way service station. When she walks into the double doors of the service area, her skirt blowing up in the wind to show milky-white thighs, she finds five very large black men working on cars but stopping when they see her. I wonder if I can guess what is about to happen? Yep, her credit card is maxed out and she doesn’t have cash. Gee, Meg, how is she going to pay for their help?

As simple as the premise of it, the sex was fantastic. They fucked that poor women to an inch of her sanity. As the scene outside the station became dark, the men took turns with her as the others worked on her car. By the time morning light comes, the video shows her walking to the open door of her car on shaky legs and a dress mostly unbuttoned. The camera zooms in to show a stream of cum down her thighs. As she shifts into gear, she waves sweetly to the men.

During the video, I had Mr. Nolan’s cum in my mouth. As it ended, I was working on getting him hard, again. He was stroking my shoulder and upper arm, “Well, what do think?”

I pulled off his cock but continued stroking him. “To be honest, it was better than I thought it would be from the beginning. The sex was hot. The ending was great. At the beginning, the guys seemed stilted, not natural. But … good. But there is something you really should consider.” He looked at me with a ‘what’ expression. “Take me upstairs and fuck me like that woman just got it.”

He looked at me and his cock finished getting hard. “I’m only one man.”

I bit gently on his cock head, “In my eyes, you’re the man of all five of them.”

He stood and picked me up into his arms and kissed me. “That must have been a better video than I thought …”

I kissed him hard, “Just fuck me … sir.” He laughed.

He woke me in the middle of the night, again, to fuck. Then, again, in the shower. Then, after a swim (naked) in his pool.

I was cuddled alongside him on the lounger by the pool. I spoke deliberately but softly as I cuddled closer. “Sir, I know this weekend was intended to be a sort of test of my willingness to be what you want of me. It was also intended to give me a sense of what a slut might expect. As much as we fucked this weekend, I understand that being a slut would entail times that would be much more intense.”

He was stroking me, “And …?”

“And, sir … I’ve discovered I like sex, and by sex, I mean strictly the pleasures of the flesh. I like sex in what I have decided is its purest form, meaning I really don’t want or need strings or attachments or other common distractions. Some think ‘love’ enhances the experience of sex. At one time, that would have been my contention, too. That was before, not now. Now, I want sex for the simple act of achieving pleasure … and in the simple act of giving pleasure. I accept the limitations that brings to relationships. You don’t have to look into that too deeply, sir. It could be argued that this acceptance is the result of the pain I have experienced … the loss … the betrayal. But does any of that matter? The reason? This is what I am, now. And, more important, I am content … happy … satisfied … excited … eager … electrified … awakened! This is what I want. But, with all that, I need to be protected and safe.”

He smiled, but his eyes were much more expressive. His eyes were reflecting pure lust fueled by my heartfelt expression of commitment. “And, that is what I will provide you, Megan … protection and safety so you can fully release yourself.”

Damn, how I wanted his big cock inside me, again. God, I love his big cock inside me!

“Ever since I can remember, sir, I have felt a need to obey someone. I didn’t recognize it, but I did. First, it was my parents. I thought I was just a good girl, but I needed to make them happy, to do what they asked me to do. Then, it was husband who took advantage of it. With him I didn’t know what was wrong with the situation but I knew it wasn’t right. He was too weak. When he did exert himself, he wasn’t strong enough to follow-through. I need your strength, Mr. Nolan.”

He tightened his hold on me, “I know that by submitting to me as you are, you are putting all your trust in me. In that way, you have given me the power over your total pleasure, over your body, over how your body is used. I have to tell you that, for me, that is a huge aphrodisiac. It also means that I have a compelling responsibility towards you not to cause you harm but to maximize your pleasure. For the final time, Megan, this is what you really want to do? Do you have ANY reservations?”

“I believe that this control is an aphrodisiac for you, sir. Giving you that control over me is also an aphrodisiac for me! Yes, sir … I have not been surer of anything as I am about this.”

I crawled over him and looked into his eyes. “I’m your slut, sir. I will do anything … ANYTHING … to please you. I will learn what there is to be the best slut you could desire.” I chuckled, “And, I’m pretty damn good secretary, too.” He laughed but his eyes were diverted as my hand took hold of his hard 10 inches. “I am yours, sir, and all I want are two things.” He watched me as my pussy was moving over his cock head, but he held my eyes as he waited for those two things I wanted in return. “All I want, sir … keep me safe and …” I sank my pussy over his cock, “… and your cock.”

* * CHAPTER THREE: MEETING THE VP'S will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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Megan had always know her mother was a slut. She and her brother had grown up listening to her getting her brains fucked out, and masturbating her brains out just a wall away. The headboard banging against the wall, her slutty, whorish cries, begging to cum. All the "don't stops", "keep goings", "mother fuckers", god yes's" echoed off the walls, and into Megan's ears. Not only had she heard her mother fuck, she had seen it. She never told anyone about it, but one night, she waited up to...

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Megans Mardi Gras Fantasy Pt 67

I loaded a new cassette and batteries and we left the room. Megan pranced through the mostly empty lobby and her outfit quickly drew attention. As I had hoped, in the bright daylight, her dress became almost transparent! Her black lingerie, garter belt and nylon stockings showed through the gauzy material. Megan's breasts were equally exposed and I could see her nipples grow hard with excitement as soon as she stepped out onto the street!We bought a couple of Zombies next door and wandered down...

3 years ago
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Megan And John

Megan and John had been friends for a few years they got on well with each other and were like best mates. They had their own friends, Megan with hers and John with his mates. But they seemed to have more of a connection and John always thought he could talk to her more, being female, than he could with his own mates.  John was in his mid forties and Megan ten years his junior. John was quite shy and not an overly confident person, especially around women. Megan was very pretty with lovely...

Cheating
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Megan Pt 5

I was feeling horny, incestuously horny so I drove over to my father's house to pay him a surprise visit. I had the key to his house so I let myself in. I heard the shower running so I quietly went up stairs to surprise him. My father had the bathroom door wide open so I quietly peeked in to see what he was doing. He had part of the shower door open and I could see him in the reflection of the mirror. He had a raging hard on and he was jacking off like crazy. He had his eyes closed and I...

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Megan

Megan By Paris Waterman It was a typical wedding. Two hundred or more guests, most from Sully's side. I learned that Shelly had a very small family and that only a few of her friends were making the trip from Philly to Jersey City. As best man, I was to be paired up with Tracy, the Maid of Honor. I wasn't getting laid there. She was engaged and her boyfriend was going to be there. Now I had banged Sully's kid sister Megan a couple years before, but between college and my baseball career it...

Love Stories
3 years ago
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Megan and Kyle v2 part 3

“Megan you better come over here right away and help your sister” I call out. “Come in Ginny, what’s wrong?” Megan comes running over and giver her sister a big hug and leads her into the kitchen and half closes the pocket doors. I can hear bits and pieces of the conversation, like “Bobby Kirkpatrick is a BIG JERK” and “I HATE BOBBY” shortly followed by “Cindy is even worse, that two-bit slut”. In a little bit, I see Megan rushes out of the kitchen, grabs a box of tissues, and hurries back...

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Megan Pt 10

“I will have her bring her car in. I will pay for it. But when I drop Megan off at the end of the day this is how I want it to go. I want to watch her get fucked by you and your workers.” “Oh we can do that for sure man. I told everyone here about the horny slut white I fucked in the restroom. I know all of these guys would love to take a turn with her.” “I hope they all have big cocks. I want to see her sucking down on some big black cock as well as seeing her pussy and ass...

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MEGAN LEARNS HER LESSON

Megan was still asleep, and I had been watching her for nearly twenty minutes. Her blonde hair cascaded in waves over the pillow and her face was peaceful and content. I smiled as I watched her breathing, her chest slowly rising and falling in rhythm with her breaths. The sheet had fallen down around her waist, leaving her chest exposed. I slowly moved my hand over to her breasts. They were still asleep, just like the rest of her, but I had made up my mind to wake them up. I slowly began...

2 years ago
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Megan Learns Her Lesson

Megan was still asleep, and I had been watching her for nearly twenty minutes. Her blonde hair cascaded in waves over the pillow and her face was peaceful and content. I smiled as I watched her breathing, her chest slowly rising and falling in rhythm with her breaths. The sheet had fallen down around her waist, leaving her chest exposed. I slowly moved my hand over to her breasts. They were still asleep, just like the rest of her, but I had made up my mind to wake them up. I slowly began...

3 years ago
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Megan Learns Her Lesson

Megan was still asleep, and I had been watching her for nearly twenty minutes. Her blonde hair cascaded in waves over the pillow and her face was peaceful and content. I smiled as I watched her breathing, her chest slowly rising and falling in rhythm with her breaths. The sheet had fallen down around her waist, leaving her chest exposed. I slowly moved my hand over to her breasts. They were still asleep, just like the rest of her, but I had made up my mind to wake them up. I slowly began...

1 year ago
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Megan and BillChapter 2

As I walked into the office that morning, I noticed that everyone was looking at me with some kind of look that I didn't understand. Perhaps it was faith that I was going to do the right thing, for all of us. I went into my office and Jan came in. 'Good morning Bill. Are you doing ok? I... I want to thank you, regardless of how this all turns out. You are my hero. You are doing the right thing and I admire you very much for that. Everyone here admires you Bill. Everyone.' 'Yeah, then...

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Megans Mardi Gras Fantasy Pt 10

We returned to the hotel to get ready for the evening. Megan arranged to meet the girls around 7:00 pm and she wanted to take her time getting dressed. I showered and came out to find Megan considering what to wear. I got dressed as Megan wandered back and forth, teasing the buys on the street below. She stood by the window with her clothes laid out on the table. Then I got an idea. Picking up the camcorder, casually mentioned taking a walk. Megan looked up and smirked."Don't go very far. I...

3 years ago
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Megans Mardi Gras Fantasy Pt 3

Again we slept in and followed the same ritual as before. I found this especially exciting as I anticipated Megan's routine. She ordered breakfast and I set up the camcorder to tape what followed. This time, Megan remained in the bathroom as breakfast arrived. Disappointed, I let the waiter in and closed the door. Just at that moment, Megan "happened" to come out of the bathroom, dressed only in her sexiest black lingerie and stockings!The word about yesterday must have gotten around because...

1 year ago
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Megan Learns Her Lesson

Megan Learns Her Lesson Megan was still asleep, and I had been watching her for nearly twentyminutes. Her blonde hair cascaded in waves over the pillow and her face waspeaceful and content. I smiled as I watched her breathing, her chest slowlyrising and falling in rhythm with her breaths. The sheet had fallen down aroundher waist, leaving her chest exposed. I slowly moved my hand over to herbreasts. They were still asleep, just like the rest of her, but I had made up my mindtowake them up. I...

4 years ago
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Megan Pt 9

My aunt and uncle said they wouldn't be back to late and the boys had not had any dinner yet. My aunt made a comment about how much the boys were going to enjoy what I was wearing. I was a bit embarrassed since I was not expecting anyone else to be over there but there was nothing I could do, aside from just going with it. After they left I went into the family room where the boys were playing their video game, they hadn't seen me yet. Well I could tell they all approved of what I was...

3 years ago
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Megan and Her Mompart 2

Introduction: A Mother and her daughter are stalked and really bad stuff happens to them *******Sandra McFarland’s SUV rolled into the garage at 6:15 pm. She strode from the garage into the kitchen in a workout outfit: white cross training shoes, black, tight leotards and a bulky grey sweatshirt two sizes too big for her. She called out for her daughter: “Megan? Are you home, hon?” From my hiding spot I watched her as she checked the microwave. She pressed some buttons and the microwave hummed...

3 years ago
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Megan Does Francis

[ Taking inspiration from the porno classic 'Debbie Does Dallas', I'm re-working it to fit a different context. In 'The Price of Neglect' universe, the young and beautiful Megan has yet another fabulous experience with big, black cock! This time with Francis, a long time friend and confidant of Willis, who has been featured in other stories I've posted here. For those small dick white guys who might read this, this could be a great way to spend some quality time with your dicks in your hand as...

4 years ago
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MEGAN ACCEPTS 3

CHAPTER THREE: MEETING THE VP’S This story contains SLUT, EXHIBITIONISM, BIG BLACK COCK, GROUP, and OFFICE* * * *I had waited to go into the office, my first day … well, I giggle, as a secretary … until 9:00 AM per Mr. Nolan’s suggestion. That way the office was sure to be open upon my arrival. I am carrying a cardboard box of personal items for my desk. I awkwardly got the door open, crossed the waiting area and placed the box and my purse on the reception desk that would shortly be mine. I...

2 years ago
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Megan and Kyle v2 part 1

“Uh...oh… sorry lost in thought, Carol. What’s up?” I said “Kyle, you were staring at your monitor for 5 minutes. Well longer probably. I have been standing in your office door for 5 minutes watching you and you have not moved. No looking out the window, nothing. You ok?” “Yeah, fine” “No, you are not fine, Kyle I have known you for too long since you were a little boy when I started working for your dad. Now, what’s up?” Carol is right, she knows me better than I want to admit. She was...

4 years ago
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MEGAN

Megan was a gorgeous girl, 18 years old, 5'10", 128lbs, long wavy blonde hair that cascaded all the way down to her firm, little ass, big brown eyes, hourglass waist and perfectly perky breasts. She was the envy of every girl in her high school and the fantasy of every male that drawed a breath within a 50 mile radius. She was the only c***d of Evelyn and Rick. So, needless to say, Megan was a very spoiled girl and used to getting anything she wanted. But there was only one thing in this world...

3 years ago
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Megan Enraged Book 2 of Wizard a Love StoryChapter 21 Rage Incarnate

John was leading with Brennan behind him and Cory was bringing up the rear when they emerged onto the logging road. Night had fallen and they had to proceed with the flashlights. A glow on the horizon promised moonlight in the next hour or so but, until then, they had to rely on the flashlights. John crouched with his head swiveling, sweeping the beam of the flashlight ahead of him. "I hear a motor idling," John whispered urgently over his shoulder to his companions. Cory moved up beside...

3 years ago
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Megan 2

Introduction: Megans ordeal truely starts as Dominatus decides to introduce Megan to her neighbour Mr Johnson Megan: Ok Sir, what do I have to do? Her heart started beating fast trying to work out how she had gotten herself into this situation, it had all started innocently enough, she was just chatting to random boys on the internet when this guy, Dominatus, had started chatting to her. He was very strong minded and dominant and she had decided to play along, but what she hadnt realised was...

3 years ago
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Megans Mardi Gras Fantasy Pt 9

Afterwards, I called down to extend our stay and we lay in bed making plans for the day! While we couldn't top the previous night, we could try something different. This time, I demanded, Megan would be aware of what she was doing!"Let's start by laying out your lingerie by the window!" I ordered.Megan dutifully set out her wardrobe on the chair and stood by the window in her white lingerie and dark brown stockings. I picked out a pale blue pushup bra, blue lace garter belt, and crotchless...

2 years ago
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Megans Mardi Gras Fantasy Pt 1

Megan and I returned to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. This year it fell on my birthday and Megan promised to make it something special. She allowed me to pick out her clothes and I shoe my favorite see-through outfits and sexy lingerie. The morning of out flight, I laid out her clothing for the trip. Megan gawked at her outfit, a sheer pink blouse and short skirt with appropriate lingerie, nylons, and high heels!The trip was interesting. Megan wore a coat to start with, but as we boarded the...

2 years ago
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Megan and Kyle v2 part 2

Saturday mornings, Megan comes over between 9 and 10 to work on projects getting the house back into shape and generally getting stuff done, but this was also a way for us to bond. We would then just hang around the house in the afternoon and then take some time naked playtime. Sundays are Megan’s day off to spend time with her family. As the semester began to get near the end of the term, I started to notice that Megan was really tired. “How is school going?” I ask at dinner one night. “I...

3 years ago
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Megan Dream 2

My swim class was next to the high school that Megan went to as a junior. Every day that I past the school I caught glimpses of her in her P.E. class. She had the last P.E. class of the day and from experience it was the hard core class where running until you puked was normal. She always looks sexy running and fuckable whenever I drove by. One day I decided that I would go to class late just so I could watch her run around the track. She wore mini cloth shorts that had the school’s logo on...

1 year ago
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Megan and Mom Get Busted

I'm a pretty lucky guy, one of the few who actually enjoys their job. My name's Dougray, and I'm a twenty three year-old police constable, or cop if you like, serving my great country in the beautiful, remote Highlands of Scotland, usually on road patrol. It's an easy number, most of the time I just park up somewhere quiet with the speed radar on and maybe pull some poor soul over for speeding offences about once every two hours and give them a ticket. Mainly, I'm sat in the car either...

2 years ago
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Megan 2

Her heart started beating fast trying to work out how she had gotten herself into this situation, it had all started innocently enough, she was just chatting to random boys on the internet when this guy, Dominatus, had started chatting to her. He was very strong minded and dominant and she had decided to play along, but what she hadn’t realised was that when she handed over her email address she allowed me to stalk her on facebook and find out her real identity and when she downloaded his...

2 years ago
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Megan Ch 02

This is my 375th submission to Literotica. A kind of milestone for me, as I didn’t think I’d live long enough to get anywhere close to that number. Well, with improved medical advances and some very good luck, I have, and now I look forward to providing you, my readers with many more submissions. I want to take a brief moment to thank all of you. Especially those who take a second to tell me what you liked or didn’t like about the work. Thank you, and happy reading. PW * The air, heavy...

3 years ago
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Megan Pt 8

We got to our room and my dad opened the door. As soon as it was open my dad pushed me into the room where I was instantly grabbed by two naked men. They grabbed me by my arms as my dad shut the door. Then my dad said to them, "Go on, have your way with Megan." They pulled me towards the bed as my dad sat down in chair next to a table in the room. "You guys fuck my daughter while I sit here and watch." I was still a bit startled by all of this so I was still struggling a bit as I...

2 years ago
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Megans Mardi Gras Fantasy Pt 8

The next morning, I rolled over to find Megan wearing her sexiest white see through bra, sexy garter belt, and luscious brown nylon stockings! I grew hard just staring at her and then moved down between her legs!Instantly, Megan spread her gartered thighs and took him deep into her cunt! She winced momentarily, but then lubrication took over and she was soon hot as a pistol! In no time I arched and drove, spewing hot cum deep inside her! Afterwards, Megan awoke without the slightest...

4 years ago
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Megans Mardi Gras Fantasy Pt 45

Just as crowd erupted with cheers and applause, I heard a guy at the table shouting, "It's her!"As Megan's dress floated to the floor! She stood proudly displaying her black satin corset, bare breasts, garters and stockings and was recognized as the flasher from the night before!Then Megan took over, challenging anyone to another game, winner take all, she dared! I grabbed our camcorder and climbed up on the bar, not wanting the growing crowd to block the view! To my pleasure, the guy who...

2 years ago
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Megan8217s ass

Hello all iss readers. This is a real story which contains sexual features in it and therefore I kindly request that I will not be responsible for any miss happening. If u likes the story u can mail me on or I dated Megan off on during the summer of 1998 and 1999. She was a beautiful girl with amazing eyes, an ass that just screamed grab me and a pretty face. She was not blessed in the boob department, probably being no bigger then a 32 B, but being an ass man that never bothered me. We never...

3 years ago
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Megan Leigh Porn Starlet Extraordinaire

Most people don't know it but I had a stint of a couple of years working in the porn film industry and it was one of the most rewarding and certainly one of the hottest parts of my life. I've always been insatiably horny and never had any problems getting and sustain a very nice 7-inch erection that was nicely thick and plenty of hard horny cock to satisfy any woman. I managed to finally make some contacts in the adult film industry and got my foot in the door so I could have the chance to...

1 year ago
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Megan and Me Chapter 2

A few weeks had past sense I last tasted her pussy. I was desperate. I wanted to drink her juices again. My pussy dripped constantly throughout work. She couldn’t help teasing me. Work was almost over, and I couldn’t wait. I needed to cum so bad. Megan then came up behind me, and ran her hands down my body and in between my legs. She Whispered “Meet me at my car after work.” I could feel my thong getting more wet at that very moment. My juices were just dripping down my legs. I still had an...

Lesbian
3 years ago
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Megan At Last

Hey, my name is Cory, and to start, I should probably tell you a little about myself at the time of the story. I was 16; a Junior at my local high school. I was a tall 6' 2", had deep hazel eyes, and I weighed in at about 200lbs and had an athletic build. I lived with my mom and my fourteen year-old sister, as my dad had divorced mom and left us about 5 years prior to the events of this story. It was the beginning of the new school year, and I was more concentrated on trying to...

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