“Oh God!” She couldn't stop herself, Haley shouted out loud. Both Evan and Lily looked at her. Haley couldn't help but blush as she panted helplessly, surrendering herself to Lily’s touch.
“Tell me, Haley…do you think that you could take anymore?” Lily slid her fingers gently over her clit, so gently that it was barely a touch at all. Her legs twitched and jumped at Lily’s light touch.
“I bet you want to fuck my pussy? Strap a dick on and make me scream?” Every word that passed through Lily’s lips made Haley’s pussy ache.
Haley could barely say another word and she wasn't entirely sure that she could do anything at all. The very thought of her tight pussy gripping Lily’s fingers made her want to cum. The thought of fucking her with a strap on while her huge tits bounced in her face made her nerves jitter with excitement.
“Uhhhh,” this was all that Haley could manage, Lily couldn't help but smile at her.
“What was that Haley?” Lily stood up slowly and once she got to her feet she lifted her dress and slid down her panties with a teasing rock of her hips back and forth, flashing just a glimpse of her shaved pussy lips. Her panties dropped to her ankles. As she stepped out of them she bent down to pick them up. With her panties in hand, Lily leaned over and handed them to Evan.
“My darling husband, you can use my panties to stroke your cock while I ride our delightful new friend.” She flashed that evil smile at Evan, “I’m sure my wet panties will be the perfect lube for you.” She turned her attention back to Haley.
Lily looked first at Haley as she sat naked on the sofa in front of her, her wet pussy right in front of her, aching for her, just begging for one more touch. Lily flashed a glance over to Evan and watched him slide her panties up and down his cock, growling at the sensation. He gripped his cock hard and started jerking up and down like a horny pervert ready for the show to start.
Looking back, Lily slid her eyes down to Haley’s pussy. Lily could see the anticipation in her face, the hunger for her body.
“I’ll be right back.” Lily said, “Don’t go anywhere…” She winked at Haley. She walked out of the room for a moment and down the hallway before returning with a giant purple strap-on dildo.
“Put this on.” She said as she tossed it to Haley. She followed Lily’s orders and eagerly secured the strap on in place. She fell back onto the couch, the dildo teasingly bouncing above her lap.
“Mmmm,” was all Haley could manage as she knelt beside her with one knee and set her other knee to Haley’s other side. The strap-on pointed straight up at Lily’s pussy, hovering over her lap. Lily bit back a smile as she lowered herself down. Slowly, Lily hiked up her dress over her hips, flashing her wet slit. Haley’s breath stilled as Lily’s wet lips touched the tip of the cock.
Lily’s large tits, still covered by her dress, pressed up against her face. As she gasped for breath, Lily slid down in one smooth movement, her slick passage taking the full length of the dildo as her ass plopped into Haley’s lap. Lily reached down at the strap-on harness. Without warning the cock buzzed to life. Haley jerked as the harness vibrated against her wet slit.
“Oh fuck yes!” Evan shouted as he watched his wife, he wished it was his cock inside her but there was something about watching her fucking another girl that was beyond exciting.
He squeezed his small cock inside her panties and started humping upwards, thrusting his dick through his tight grip. Lily threw back her head, grinding her pussy down hard and deep, riding circles on the strap-on until she hit all of the right places. She watched Haley, locking her eyes on hers, watching her as she worked the thick shaft up into Lily’s tight pussy. Haley’s body was completely stiff and unmoving as she tried desperately hard not to cum against the vibrating harness.
“Mmmm, you are so hot!” Lily rocked back and forth, working her sweet bundle of nerves, that magic pink button that sent her over the edge every time. “Ooh fuck, fuck me!” She rocked faster, wrapping her fingers behind Haley’s neck. Haley gasped as she rocked and rolled her with Lily. She clutched at the sofa cushion, hips instinctively lurching up into the buzzing harness.
“I'm going to cum!” Haley cried out.
With a loud moan Haley looked over in time to see Evan covering his wife’s panties with thick strands of come shooting from his cock in thick spurts. Haley couldn't take it anymore, seeing man cum in to Lily’s panties and feeling the vibrating harness buzzing around her clit was too much. Haley’s body stiffened and the first shudder took over.
Lily’s sweet pussy began to tighten around the cock shaft. Her chest flushed red and hot tingles cascaded down her legs, curling her toes and arching her back.
Haley threw back her head, breathless, her pussy fully spent. Lily laid her head against the back of the sofa, her breath coming fast and her tight pussy still twitching around the vibrating cock. Haley sat panting as she admired the hotness of the older woman sitting on her lap, pussy gripping her cock. She had never been to such a unique dinner before.
“Holy shit that was hot.” Evan stood up, cum covered panties still in his hands. He walked out of the room. After he left, Lily leaned over and whispered in to Haley’s ear.
“He doesn't have to be here, you know…next time you want to play you can just drop by.” Her voice was husky, out of breath but as she finished speaking she lifted herself off Haley’s lap. She smiled and leaned down, kissing Haley’s lips gently.
“Mmm, sweet.” She licked her lips. “You can wash up in the guest bathroom, it's down the hall, third door on the right. Dinner will be ready shortly, we’ll meet you in the dining room in about ten?”
Lily left the room. Haley sat on the sofa bewildered with her naked body still on display in a stranger’s house. She had never in her life been to anything quite so bizarre before. Sure, she had been to dinner parties and she had had sex with total strangers but never had she had such a strange invitation that turned in to something even stranger.
As she sat on the sofa for a minute more she contemplated whether or not she should duck out the back door while Lily and Evan were both cleaning themselves up for dinner. What were the chances that she would be able to disappear, with being their neighbor? It seemed that she had left herself with little choice but to become the dinner guest of honor.
Haley looked around the guest bathroom as she washed and dried herself, still wondering just what it was that she had got herself into. The bathroom itself was nothing special but the bedroom she had walked through to get to it had been a little strange, at least strange enough to make her wonder just what kind of people they were.
The room had been a normal looking room at first until she had noticed a leather suit sticking out of a closet on the wall. Compulsion had driven her to slide the closet door to push the suit back in and close the door again, but upon opening the door she found it wasn't a motorcycle suit as she had expected, but an all leather suit. Next to it hung a whole variety of whips, chains and various other strange devices that she had never seen before. She slid the door shut as quietly as possible and slunk in to the bathroom hoping not to be heard.
It wasn't that she was a prude, she knew that people did all kinds of things in the privacy of their bedrooms, hell she was prepared to have sex with a married woman…but sometimes she ran in to things that were just…a little bizarre.
“Did you find everything you needed?” Lily appeared in the hallway as Haley was coming out of the guest room, she panicked that Lily might back her in to the room of torture.
“Yes….thanks.” Haley wasn't entirely sure how to act either, this was all new territory for her and the whole thing was becoming more than a little uncomfortable but she knew that she had no choice but to finish out the evening and hope they never asked her for dinner again.
It wasn't that she didn't like fucking Lily…in fact she had the most fantastic pussy and even having Evan watch them was pretty hot. But the more she thought about becoming their sex toy, their permanent play thing, the more she wo
ndered if she would end up as their sex slave that they keep in some dark closet.
Would that be such a bad thing though? It could always be worse, she thought. Lily did have the most incredible tits she had ever seen and that pussy of hers was magical…but she wondered if she did become their new toy would she become Evan’s too?
“Are you okay?” Lily looked at her with concern.
“Hmm? Oh yes. Sorry…just…umm…” Lily looked at her with a frown but she shook her head. “Never mind. Just umm, first experience with anything like this that's all.”
Lily laughed, not a cruel laugh but a laugh of sympathy, a laugh that told Haley that she understood and had been there before too.
“Try not to worry darling,” she winked, “it's all about doing what makes you feel good, if it doesn't make you feel good, don't do it, simple as that.” She smiled and turned away and Haley let out a breath, why hadn't she thought of it like that?
*Third Free Bonus Story*
Lacy had graduated at the top of her class, but now that she was living away from all of the comforts of home and trying to adjust to life on her own, she wasn't finding academic success quite so easy.
She wasn't sure whether it was the fact that her roommate was a complete weirdo who kept her up most of the night watching horror movies, or whether she simply wasn't ready to make it on her own, but either way, she knew that something was going to have to change. If Lacy didn't do something soon, she wasn’t only going to hear it from her parents, but she was also going to lose her scholarships. Which meant that she was no longer going to be able to afford college.
“Why don't you talk to your advisor?” Kelly took a bite of her sandwich and a mass of lettuce flopped onto the table.
“She’s kind of a loony, I don't even think she knows who I am or what the fuck she’s doing.” Lacy bit the end of her straw before taking another sip of Coke.
“Who is your advisor anyway?”
“Merton, general psych. She’s the epitome of a flower child hippy chick. I'm sure she's great if you're major is ‘how many joints you can smoke and still be coherent enough to function at work’.” Kelly swallowed her mouthful of sandwich.
“Hey! I resent that remark! I happen to believe that you can smoke a whole lot of joints and still be coherent enough to function at work…or school…” Lacy ignored her comment, it was one of the many topics that she and Kelly didn't see eye to eye on and yet they still managed to be best of friends and had been since the third grade.
“Anyway, I don't think there's anything she could do to help me. I don't even know what the problem is. I'm just…flunking.”
“Welcome to my world,” a shower of crumbs fell from Kelly’s mouth as she spoke and Lacy tried her best to look away from the chaos.
“That weirdo Layla doesn't help.” Lacy said.
Kelly cocked her head in interest and confusion. “My roommate?” Kelly nodded in realization. “She's always up, I mean she NEVER sleeps which probably wouldn't be such a huge deal of she wasn't watching the bloodiest horror movies all the time. So not only am I not sleeping, but I'm not sleeping with screaming and chainsaws and masses of blood in the background.” Kelly swallowed her mouthful.
“So tell her to quit…or to fuck off.” She knew that Lacy would never do anything so abrasive. For as long as the two of them had known each other, Kelly had always been the one to play ‘bad cop’. “Want me to do it?” she asked with a smirk.
“No…that’d just piss her off and then she'd end up doing something really fucked up like…I dunno, beheading me in my sleep?” The two burst in to laughter for a moment before Lacy stopped suddenly. “Seriously though, I need to get a handle on this, if I don't figure something out soon I'm going to end up in some real shit.”
Lacy was the last person in class still sitting at the U-shaped table. ‘Sexual Deviance’ was her favorite course and the only advanced class she had somehow managed to squeeze her way in to as a lower classmen. Generally the class filled up with juniors and seniors on the first day of enrollment, but by some chance there was one spot left when Lacy went to register and she snatched it up. It was the only class that she was excelling in and the only one that held her attention with its round table discussion format.
“Lea?” She looked up from her book bag to find Dr. Stone standing a few feet in front of her.
“Yes?” Lacy could feel the color rushing to her cheeks and tears were welling in her eyes, it always happened when she felt like she had been put on the spot.
“You seemed a little…distracted today. Is everything okay?” Lacy was shocked that she noticed, but hesitant to open up to her. Dr. Stone was her favorite professor bar none, but she didn't seem like the kind of professor you shared your personal crises with. Instead, she seemed like the kind of teacher you bumped in to at a party and made sure not to out her to the other staff.
“Umm…” She hesitated as she shoved her laptop in to her book bag and zipped it closed.
"Come back to my office with me? My next class isn't for a couple of hours, let's talk.” Dr. Stone jerked her head to the classroom door and although Lacy knew better she stood up anyway, threw her book bag over her shoulder, and followed her down the hall.
Lacy set her backpack down on the floor and marveled at the unusual décor that decorated Dr. Stone’s office. A large cubbyhole bookshelf sat against one wall and while every other cubby was filled with books on sex, sexual practices of various cultures, portrayals of sex acts and books intended to serve as sexual aides, the cubbies in between hosted a variety of other intriguing objects.
The door closed. Lacy didn't turn around, her attention was still fixated on the unusual collection of things scattered around the shelves. One shelf in particular housed a large stone statue of a man with a thick stone cock that curved upwards. The cock was so large and thick that Lacy was amazed that the statue itself didn't tip over and she couldn't help but reach out and run her fingers over the length of it. Dr. Stone stepped behind her, her fingertips followed Lacy’s as she ran them over the length of the stone cock.
“It’s quite large isn't it?” Lacy could feel a warm rush of excitement building in her body as Dr. Stone brushed against her. “It’s an African tribal fertility statue.” Her teacher’s fingers brushed over hers and she guided Lacy’s fingertips over the head of the statue’s solid cock.
Lacy pulled her hand back slightly and Dr. Stone chuckled. “It won't bite, I promise.” She stepped to the side and let Lacy look at the other shelves, observing her to see what would peak her interest next. She watched her student running her fingers over each shelf, looking at all the items until she came to a stop on a pair of handcuffs. “Oh now come on, you know what those are…”
“Yes…but…why do they look so strange?” Lacy picked them up from the shelf, the two silver circles were, instead of being joined together with a small chain, joined together with what looked like a thick industrial door hinge. Dr. Stone smiled.
“Well…I could show you but I'm afraid that your sweatshirt is a little too bulky, can you take it off? Do you have something underneath?” Dr. Stone struggled to disguise her inappropriate statement and sound acceptable. Lacy laughed.
“I have a tank top on, it's fine.” What she didn't tell her however, was that the tight white tank top was all that she had on underneath her sweatshirt. When she peeled off the bulky hoodie her pink round nipples could be seen through the thin white material clinging to them.
“Okay, so now what do these things do?” Dr. Stone fought to control her composure as she stared at Lacy’s two perfect rosebuds.
“Here…give them to me.” Dr. Stone took the silver cuffs from her. “What happens is…say you are a criminal. Not just your average criminal though. Say you're a hardcore criminal and you've escaped police custody in the past. Well the police find you and…okay I'm the police and you're the criminal and here I go and I put you under arrest…” she pulled Lacy’s wrists gently behind her back and pushed her
up against the door.
Lacy could feel her professor’s body weight pushing against her as she clicked the handcuffs open. The sound of the metal cuffs did something to her, they flipped a switch and all of a sudden her heart raced in her chest. She could hear Dr. Stone’s breathe coming fast as she fumbled with the cuffs. “Then I cuff one hand like this and the other like this, but they’re so close you have no chance of escaping you see and now…you're all mine…” As she said this Dr. Stone leaned in and whispered it into Lacy’s ear, her voice slightly raspy.
Lacy felt her teacher’s crotch press against her butt. She leaned back just a little, rubbing her pert ass cheeks against her sexy older teacher. Hot air brushed against Lacy’s ear as her professor let out a brief grunt.
“Fuck me.” Lacy couldn't believe she had just said those words let alone said them out loud. She could feel Dr. Stone’s hot breath against her ear, but she didn't speak.
“Fuck me.” She repeated herself, trying to get a response from her. Her teacher’s mouth pressed against her neck, her lips planting small kisses as she tugged hard on the handcuffs that bound Lacy’s hands tightly. She could feel the tight metal cuffs cutting in to her wrists, but the pain only brought more excitement and each time it did she would moan and beg for more.
The kisses stopped as Dr. Stone pulled back. Lacy stood with her hands firmly locked behind her back, her wrists streaked with red marks from the metal and her shoulders pulled tightly back. Dr. Stone reached her hands around Lacy’s waist and unbuttoned and unzipped her tight blue jeans before forcefully tugging them down. Lacy’s soft cotton panties went with her pants as her teacher forced them down her legs.
Dr. Stone pulled hard at her pants, sending a ripple over her plump ass as her jeans and panties landed at her feet. She pulled off Lacy’s shoes and tapped each foot, instructing her to step out of her clothes. She could feel Dr. Stone’s eyes trailing up her legs as she stared, planning her attack, teasing her with her waiting game. She hear Dr. Stone walk away from her and towards her desk.
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