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"I'll Always Be With You (A Sable & Sara Story)" written by Max

"I'll Always Be With You (A Sable & Sara Story)" written by Max


Free Erotica Series featuring Sable & Sara

Curled up with the one person that she truly loves, Sable struggles with Sara's power over her. Perhaps what she should really worry about is how their father's legacy is becoming unavoidable.


Sable is the culmination of Tom's aggressive legacy. Largely raised by Alexi & Andrea, she inherited Ronin's rage and Tom's intense intellect. Her half sister, Sara awoke as an altar for sexual appetites and sensual delights. She just didn't understand why. Her heritage was part of the answer, but her own joyful lust and fresh innocence was most of the equation.


One of three disturbingly sexy erotica stories in Very Dirty Stories #121, "I'll Always Be With You (A Sable & Sara Story)" exposes the innocence of the Wulf's daughters and how they've changed as mature women confronting the legacy of their father's wars.


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"I'll Always Be With You (A Sable & Sara Story)"

Curled up with the one person that she truly loves, Sable struggles with Sara's power over her. Perhaps what she should really worry about is how their father's legacy is becoming unavoidable. [Includes: FF, Vaginal Penetration, Fingering & Fisting]

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"I'll Always Be With You (A Sable & Sara Story)" written by Max

Sable let her sister curl up on her chest. Despite her natural irritation, she had to admit it was comforting to have someone who knew her in her arms. Of all the twisted and insane things that Sable had done over the years, this was probably one of the worst gambles yet. She never expected to actually love her sister after their long years of mutual resentment.


Sara turned in her sleep, pressing her bare buttocks back into Sable's trousers, and her long brown hair stuck to Sable's mouth and nostrils. Fighting the immature urge to blow out loudly, Sable let go of her sister's arm to brush the hair aside. The motion was enough to stir Sara again, but her eyes stayed shut while she twisted around and tucked into a ball with her forehead against Sable's bare breasts. Her feet kicked Sable's strong legs a couple of times, trying to gain purchase so the petite woman could curl up tighter, and then Sara slipped back into her dreams.


The scent of her sister's shampoo lingered in Sable's nostrils even after she brushed the fine brown hair from her face. There was no way to sleep like this, but Sable didn't want to break her promise. After all the taunting and daring and sexual demands the two sisters shared, Sable had been the one to back down. She could only go so far - and the tender cries of her sister's pleasure had unnerved her more than the growling threats of men twice her size.


Sable tried not to dwell on the intimacy she had shared with Sara. They were grown women. They could do as they wanted. Hell, they were raised by three women - two of whom were still their mothers and weren't particularly discrete about their sex lives. But no matter how Sable tried to cover it up, she understood the real difference. Sable had never liked nor cared about the men she fucked, abused, and degraded. It had always been about her pleasure or at most an infatuation that stirred her interest in seeking pleasure. Only now had she discovered, after avoiding sexual relationships with women out a childish spite directed at her mothers, that she could truly care about a sexual partner.


At least Sable cared about Sara. Maybe that was the real issue. She cared about her younger sister. Not about women and not about sex with women. No matter how she pushed her younger sister, it had always been about having an advantage and dominating her sibling. But in bed together, Sable was the protector and guardian of her precious sister. It was unavoidable. She knew Sara's limits and weaknesses. How could Sable let anyone else ever hurt her?


Her confusion shifted to anger as Sable worked her way around to realizing this was why her mothers hadn't directly intervened in the Sable's domination of Sara. She had been raised by Andrea, and her amazon mother believed in a world where people had responsibilities and a specific role. Sable was now discovering exactly what she had been fighting against for so many years of her life. That only with her sister at her side was she whole. That only with her younger sibling curled up in her arms was she empowered to be truly righteous. That only her rage only had meaning when it was focused on saving them both.


Sara stirred and stretched her arms. When she hugged Sable, her strong forearms pressed into her older sister's ribs and Sara moved up her Sable's toned body. Her moist lips found Sable's mouth, and her soft sleepy kiss was full of slow dreaming. She murmured something to Sable's cheek, and then Sara curled back up in her little ball with the top of her head under her older sibling's chin.


Sable half hoped that she had misunderstood, but it was hard to mistake her sister's confident words for anything else.


"You'll always protect me."


---


"It's not sonic!" Sable hollered at her younger sister. "It doesn't make any sounds." Sara's game was annoying her when she was trying hard to solve one of Andrea's devilish puzzles.


Staring at her older sister with tears in her eyes, Sara retorted, "It's light amplified." She choked back a sob and went back to aiming her laser pointer tipped wand at various parts of the room looking for something to change or move.


From the hallway, Alexi sighed while watching her daughters. Tom would have put his arm over her shoulder, given her a kiss and brushed back her hair, but he wasn't there. So now his youngest played her own version of Dr. Who endlessly seeking a way to go back in time to see her dad, and his oldest coiled her fist in resentment and fury while lashing out with the brashness and unrepentant anger only an eleven year old could hold on to.


Michelle was out, and Andrea was in a meeting. Straightening her shoulders, Alexi walked into the living room and prepared for Sable's sulking and Sara's bubbly emotions. She wasn't surprised when Sable brushed back her bowl cut hair and made a hrumphing noise while Alexi made her way to the couch. Sara's unexpected and sudden dash to her legs and bear hug around her thighs almost toppled Alexi over while she was watching Tom's eldest.


"Mom! I think I found something. Right over here!" Sara tugged on her mother with enough uncontrolled force to splash the ceiling with bright laser light pointing. "It moved! I swear it did." She was so much more eloquent with her vocabulary than Sable had been at her age.


With a hand brushing back the seven year old's long soft brown hair, Alexi tried to calm her. "Honey... honey... Let go so you can show me." Her soft words couldn't get through Sara's excitement. "Sara. I've told you not to pull on people before."


The gentle reprimand provoked a grunt from Sable. That did get Sara's attention. "Don't believe her. She didn't see. She wasn't looking. Mom, please, mom..." Her tugging became frantic, but Alexi had to stay rooted to the spot so she wouldn't fall down.


"Baby girl, I can't see it if you trip me. Now what did we practice? Remember. Ten deep-"


"Breaths! Yes, I know. But maybe it won't be moving. We have to hurry." Now Sara launched off in the direction of the unused fireplace with its brick hearth and dark stone mantel.


Reminding herself that Sara was still exploring the world, Alexi followed along while casting a sideways glance at Sable. Her eldest was giving the appearance of concentrating - which meant Sable was actually up to something and paying close attention to what was going on in the room. Alexi was thankful that their problem child was so very much like her father but had yet to develop his mastery of social deception and subterfuge.


Excited with her wand extended and aimed at a set of stones just below the mantel, Sara exclaimed, "Here! See, mommy! It moves and flashes!" The laser light flickered soft blue and moved in Sara's unsteady hands. At first it just seemed to be a trick of the eye, but the stone really was emitting a pale green glow whenever the amplified light passed over a specific spot.


Alexi stepped closer, letting Sara latch onto her hip, and took the wand from her daughter. When the light was aimed elsewhere, there was no indication of anything amiss or hidden. Aimed directly on a bit of black soot covered stone, the blue light strobed over a sensor of some kind and it replied back. "That's very interesting, Sara," Alexi said while puzzling over what she was seeing. "What do you think it is?"


"I think maybe... just maybe... it's a secret-"


Sable interrupted her sister. "It's a scanner point. Security measure. Accessed properly it opens a safety vault." Her know-it-all tone shut her sibling down. "It is decidedly not a secret passage to where Dr. Who has hid his TARDIS."


Stroking her youngest's hair, Alexi ran a finger over the bit of black stone. A whispering filled her ears, and she was sure if she'd been wearing a lens then a message would have been displayed. "Alexi Calbo," she whispered. Sable made a noise on the couch, and Sara started pointing all around them.


Red and yellow interlacing lines of light descended around the room. A part of the fireplace brickwork opened, and a five foot by four foot passage was exposed. Sable was shaking her head and muttering something, but all Alexi could hear was Sara's excited pronouncements about finding the secret vault of the Timelords. Before Alexi could grab her, the willowy young girl dove into the passage and vanished.


And then her ear bud began bleating in high pitched tones. Andrea. Calling in a panic and demanding to know if Alexi had time to evacuate. Trying to stay calm despite being forty minutes away and unable to protect her lover and their children. Alexi was trying to calm her down when Sara came out of the darkness with tears rolling down her chubby cheeks.


"There's no TARDIS. No sign of anything. Just some old food and a candy bar." She held out the chocolate bar to Alexi, knowing that she wasn't allowed candy unless it came from one of her mothers and sighed while slumping into a depressed lump on the hearth.


"Shut off the alarms, Andrea. It's just an accident. Sara found a saferoom with her laser wand." Alexi was struggling to calm her amazon lover while watching Sable gloating on the couch. "Or have your little devil disable it. She could have warned me what would happen." Her anger cut through Andrea's fear, and her lover finally understood and gave the all clear.


The eerie laser light show ended and the vault buttoned up. Alexi didn't notice she was holding a Baby Ruth bar in her hand until she'd sent Sara off to find a new game to play and told Sable to go to her room. Then she sat down on the uneven brick of the hearth and slumped down just like her youngest daughter. She hadn't seen a Baby Ruth in the house since Tom had gone.


---


"What about it?" Sable asked angrily. She was holding her sister's toy wand and turning it over in her hand. There was nothing special or unique about the item. It could have been bought at any store when they were kids.


Sara smiled at her sister's persistent doubt. What had her father said? "There's a reason why you never get invited to naked parties," she murmured to Sable and then laughed. "It has no manufacturing imprint, and I'm pretty sure those lasers were regulated by the time I was old enough to have it." She tried to stick to the facts. Her sister would not be swayed by an emotional argument.


Without checking, Sable handed the toy back. "I don't see why it matters. There's nothing mysterious about an LED tipped wand. I get it. You hold on to sentimental things... but beyond that-"


"No. I hold on to memories. And in this case I have four memories. One is when I got the wand for my birthday. It came with a story, about a Doctor, and I thought it was about Dr. Who. The Doctor used the wand to find hidden places and keep things safe. I also remember that for some reason I was convinced that it could move things. I don't know where I got that idea, but it must have been a corruption of something from the story or something the wand could actually do. Third, this laser light was just the right frequency to interact with the security system at the house. You know far better than I how narrow the responsive range would have been on those sensors." She stopped and let her elder sister sift through the facts.


Sable surprised her by volunteering the fourth memory. "And Andrea told you to always keep this with you, keep it safe, and not to let me have it. So I stole it and hid it from you as often as I could. Why aren't we just asking Andrea where they bought it?" As soon as she asked the question, the dark eyed brunette sighed because she knew the answer. "Why do you want me to ask?"


"Because Dad had it custom made for me. It was in plain sight, but just a child's toy. No one, not even you, ever questions why Andrea thought it should be by my side at all times. And mom had to know that you kept an eye on it, too. Why else make it such an obvious target for your... ummm..."


"For me to steal. Yes, I get all that." Her fingers brushed over her sister's hand. "Don't you think if it had a purpose then Andrea and Alexi would have told us by now? Seriously? I know it seems important, but maybe it was just a tracker or something. Have you tested it for signals?"


Sara was still staring at her sister's long fingers. Sable rarely made any pretense of human contact. It was something strange and new and made Sara's heart beat a little faster.


"Sara... Hello. You still there?" Sitting right across from her sister, Sable could see that Sara was lost in deep thought. It was a bit unnerving to see her sister turn inward without any warning - her physical presence still right there but her mind somewhere else altogether.


"Sorry," the slender long haired brunette murmured and her eyes were suddenly alive and attentive. "I did test it for signals, but I don't know as much as you do. A tracker would make sense. But that doesn't explain the light beam." There was a lingering sense of her searching for something else, something Sable couldn't see, but at least Sara's expressions appeared more natural.


It was best to pretend nothing had happened. "Oh. What about it?" Sable focused on her curiosity to move past her distraction.


Sara was hopeful her sister would understand and accept her limitations. "When I ran it through a diffraction grating, I thought I saw images." She could still visualize the images, and Sara had no idea why her various attempts to take pictures never worked.


---


Tucked neatly between her lover's legs, Alexi's fist slowly stroked and massaged Andrea's wet pussy walls. Her amazon warrior moaned and shifted in their bed, and both laughed when a call from their daughters pulsed in their jaw implants. "Figures, I was just about ready to slip my second hand into this lovely stretched hole..." Alexi murmured to tease her lover. Andrea swallowed and glared at her with mock indignation.


"Yes," she deadpanned while answering the call. Andrea wiggled her long legs, but Alexi didn't stop playing with her sex. "Maybe you should call back later."


"Mom! We were wondering... well, I was wondering, but Sable's wondering, too... Where did you get my laser wand? You know. My Dr. Who one..." Sara's always on excitement burst through the comms with a familiar tickle.


Trying to play it cool while Alexi's knuckles nudged into her g-spot, Andrea replied, "Oh, that old thing. You still have that? It was something your father left for you. Don't know where it came from. Is that all?" She was determined to maintain her calm no matter how Alexi nibbled on her clit to provoke a reaction.


There was a muffled exchange of words between the sisters, and then Sable spoke to Andrea. "It's not mass manufactured. It may be custom made. Do you have any idea how much data something this size could hold?" It was obvious that Sable was trying to convey a message to Andrea while limiting her sister's expectations. "Was it specifically a gift for Sara?"


Fighting the natural urge to moan while Alexi lightly bit her labia and tugged on them, Andrea replied, "It can wait until tomorrow. I'm... occupied. Call me back in twelve hours." She exhaled heavily while her lover treated her clit to another tongue lashing.


"Oh, good goddess. Don't answer the phone when you're in bed, mom." Sable hung up instantly, but the line was still open.


Sara stayed on for a moment longer. "I hope it feels really good, mom." Her whisper was met with a partially overheard rebuke from Sable before Sara disconnected as well.


"Scared them off?" Alexi asked from between Andrea's thighs.


"Shut up and suck," Andrea joked and then thrust her pelvis into her lover's mouth. Alexi's dirty games were all about arousing her blood pressure, but Andrea wasn't going to admit that having two adult daughters gave her occasional nasty fantasies.


Knowing her amazon's moods as well as her body, Alexi plunged deeper. Her fist and half her forearm stroked in and out of Andrea's sex, and Alexi jokingly kissed her lover's belly button while pretending to see her fist bulging outward. Andrea tipped her chin to her chest to keep an eye on Alexi's flirting and taunting. Her hand ran over Alexi's long hair, enjoying the silky strands slipping between her fingers, and Andrea sighed. "Those girls are always interrupted us." She felt Alexi stop and rocked her hips on her lover's fist and forearm.


With a gentle kiss on Andrea's clitoris, Alexi winked while looking up over Andrea's abdomen and between her pooled breasts. "Yeah... they're crazy..." She laughed and the motion of her mouth buzzed against Andrea's pelvis. Then Alexi went back to fisting her long term partner while enjoying the heat and wetness wrapped around her hand.


---


"Sable, are you sure we should try this?" Sara was hesitant to risk breaking the gift from her father.


Nodding her head, her older sister ran the laser wand through another scanner pass. "You can see it. This isn't a toy. There's a lot of additional circuitry and processing power that is totally unnecessary for a laser pointer." She looked at Sara with a grimace. "I don't see any other way beyond opening it." The wand was held in place with two cushioned clamps, and Sable had already taken out a knife from her tool case to cut away a portion of the 3D printed shaft.


"Dad would have put security measures in place." It was the only argument that Sara could make. "I don't know how or why, but maybe... maybe the alignment of the laser is important or something..."


Shaking her head so her short brown hair fell on her cheeks, Sable reluctantly acknowledged her sister's poorly explained idea. "Ok. So let's presume three things. First, the laser is an output device. Clever but obvious. Second, there is a lot more functionality in the wand than just shining the laser at things. Third, there would need to be a way to get the laser to display information." She shook her head some more. "I'm stuck. I get that the frequency of the light interacted with security measures at the house, but we're in London so there's no way to try that out. You said running the light through a diffraction grating made it display images, but everything we tried didn't work." She held up a hand to cut off her sensitive younger sister's objections. "I didn't say that you're wrong. I just said we can't reproduce what you saw."


They both thought about it in silence while sitting on the deck of the Hilton Executive Lounge in London Bridge with the Shard towering above them only a handful of blocks away. It was slightly overcast out, but there was no sign of rain yet. They had the outdoors to themselves, and no one commented on the two sisters who had brought a briefcase and various tools out to examine the faux Dr. Who wand in natural light.


It was Sara who gave in to her emotional impulses. She tugged the laser wand from the scanner mounting, trying at first to wrench it free with brute force and resorting to sliding it lengthwise out of the cushioned grips when that didn't work, and then switched it on. The blue LED tip was dim in the afternoon light, but Sara aimed the wand directly at the magnificent glass paneled edifice of the Shard. For a moment there was just confusion, and both women had to adjust their eyes. And then they saw their father, larger than life, carrying Sara while a knee-high Sable batted at the grass with a stick in her hand.


"Shut it off," Sable hissed. Sara did and then set the wand on the table. "What did you do differently?"


"I don't know. I..." She turned the wand over and felt along the smooth depressions of the shaft. "It always fit my hand so well. Is it possible?"


Sable took the wand and carefully remounted it in the scanner grips. This time her scan was zero'd in on any surface transitions. The datapad readout was obvious once she knew what to look for. "Fingerprint scanners. No wonder we couldn't get anything out of it. You have to be holding it so the fingerprint scanners can positively ID you." She looked at her sister closely. "Did you know that?"


"Just intuition, I guess." Sara tried to downplay her gut feeling as she always had.


"I've read substantial portions of dad's journals. He had a lot of opinions on intuition." Sable considered her next words carefully. "Dad said that his sister was as sensitive as he was when they were both young, but then she tuned out her intuition because it made people think she was different. He was pretty pissed off about it to be honest. I get the impression he felt that his sister effectively put her eyes out in the midst of a war - all for her personal convenience."


The words came so easily that for a moment Sara was just nodding along. Then the meaning hit home and her eyes opened wide. "I have an aunt? We have... we have an aunt?" It was hard to keep her voice down. "Why haven't we met her? Where is she? What does she do?"


Sable put a restraining hand on Sara before her sister started jumping around and making a fuss. "All dead. Our aunt and our four cousins. Three boys and one girl. Nothing unusual to investigate. Car accident along the interstate. Tractor trailer truck lost control, nine car pile up, they were crushed to death." Her uneasy tones suggested something else, and Sable could tell Sara had caught on.


"We can't die that way. Dad. He didn't die that way. Sable, what really happened?"


All she could do was shake her head. "That's all the information I've been able to get. If Dad knew more then I haven't found where he wrote it down. Andrea swears that she didn't know about it until Tom came back from the funeral. He wouldn't let anyone be there with him. And I got the impression he vanished to Vienna for a week or two afterward to put distance between himself and the accident." She let go of Sara's arm. "We have extended family out there. Some of them may be different like us. But Dad thought it was unsafe to keep close together. He said it brought out all our illnesses and compulsions while diminishing our capabilities."


Sara collapsed into her chair. She knew it. "Oh, the poor things," she moaned and tears ran down her cheeks. "They must have been so terrified."


"What? Sara, c'mon. Get a grip. They wouldn't have known what was happening." Sable was confused by her sister's weeping and felt uncomfortable around such a public display of emotions.


Anticipating her sister's reaction, Sara took a deep breath and dabbed her eyes and cheeks with a napkin. "I'll mourn them later - when you aren't around to get angry." She got up and gestured toward the laser wand. "We should get this inside and safely locked up." Sara's back was turned and she was already headed to the door, but Sable heard her sister's last comments anyway. "And, of course, they would know it was coming. We all know when we approach a major nexus. It's hardwired into us and no amount of ignoring or suppressing our nature would stop the anxiety and wrongness that comes with impending fatality." Her long brown hair flowed outward, lifted by a shifting breeze, and then Sara pulled open the deck door to cut through the lounge and left Sable alone.


After wetting a finger, Sable held her hand up. There was no discernible draft or flow of air. She carefully packed up her scanner and the laser wand in her locking briefcase while thinking through what she had just seen. There was no real indication of a fingerprint scanner, but there were definitely appliques where Sara's fingers fit to the shaft of the wand. There was no way a weak LED or even a decent laser could transverse the grey sky all the way to the Shard and been randomly magnified into a large-scale projection, but Sara had definitely seen something and Sable was sure that the ghost images she saw were coherent enough to be visible in some context. But most importantly, there was the issue of her father's family and Sara's reaction to hearing that they were dead.


Sable had seen that look in her sister's eye in the past. There hadn't been enough delay for her mentally slower sister to really digest the information Sable had given her. Unless Sara had known. Unless, somehow, Sara had seen her aunt and cousins die. And the wafting of power her sister left in her wake was just more evidence that after all this time, Andrea had been right all along about her younger sibling. Sable was the warrior that her father had always wanted to be. But Sara was something else.


Sable carried the briefcase into the Executive Lounge and was surprised to see Sara waiting for her when she rounded the corner. The stainless steel elevator doors reflected a distorted image of her sister's lean build, and for a moment Sable suffered déjà vu. They had been in this hotel, in this very spot, so many times before. But there would come a time when Alexi would be standing here as well, and a broad shouldered man with thick glasses and a bushy beard would come around the corner...


Sable shivered in the presence of her sister's power and visions. Sara said it out loud just before the elevator chimed. "And then we fight or we run. They think that they are hunting you. Let's hope only our father can see me."


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Sable is what comes after Tom.
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From the start, Sara awoke as an altar for sexual appetites and sensual delights. She just didn't understand why. Her heritage was part of the answer, but her own joyful lust and fresh innocence was most of the equation. Daddy's baby girl grew up to discover his rich passions and delight in intimate acts that he only shared with Alexi & Andrea. Now Sara's blossoming and her family needs her to take her place alongside them in the coming storm. Will her lust and love balance out her sister's domination and sadism? Is her cunning and unfettered lust indicative of darker secrets that only her father understands?

Affection comes at a price in the Journal of the Wulf.
It was the single greatest gift that her father passed down to her. His exploration of the world - the familiar and the unexpected - as well as notes on the various entities that he encountered was intended to provide her with a guide and protection. Safeguarded by Andrea and Alexi until she was old enough to face the eldritch horrors that her father stumbled across and mature enough to understand the perversions of his experiences in context, these journal stories are fragments of Tom and Ronin's mistakes, experiments, and exploration of faith. The wulf never understood humanity, so he wrote down everything that might give his family a chance to survive amongst the primates and their passions.


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  • "Absolution (A Sable & Sara Story)"
    On the trail of the Wulf, his daughters discover the dangers of lust and obsession. Deception and desire take a disturbing twist when Sable and Sara stumble across the sexual appetites and sacrifices of Natashya.
[Includes: FF, D/s, Femdom, Bondage & Restraints, Dildo Play & Wearing, Equine, Fingering & Fisting, Double Penetration, Vaginal & Anal Penetration, Stretching, Female Masturbation, Sex Machine, MF, Object Insertion (Beer Bottle), Implied Vagina & Oral & Anal Sex, Implied Strap-on Sex, Implied Piercing, Implied Sadism, Punishment Play, Pony Play, Visions]

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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

"Object Confessions 20: Wet In Orgeon" written by Max

"Object Confessions 20: Wet In Oregon" written by Max


Free Erotica Series featuring the Ladies of Object Confessions

There's nothing wrong with some creative masturbation. She shares her pleasure in the cinema to show him how much she cares.


Pleasure and perversion take on many forms. Sometimes the dirty confessions of special needs and desires shouldn't be associated with a specific name. The Ladies of Object Confessions open up and share their guilty pleasures - breaking all the rules and spelling out what really gets them off.


One of six intense erotica stories in Very Dirty Stories #111 and one of ten uninhibited admissions of pleasure from Cherish Desire Singles: Object Confessions, Collection 2, "Object Confessions 20: Wet In Oregon" unveils the delicious arousal of a pretty blonde who enjoys a Bad Dragon dildo tucked into her pussy throughout the day!


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Very Dirty Stories #111

"Glimpses 5 (An Angel Story)"

Angel's haunting takes a new twist when a new woman appears. Her orange red hair is the only distinguishing mark Ronin can remember after she matches him thrust for thrust. [Includes: MF, Vaginal Sex, Visions, Implied Violence]

"Sexy Flashbacks 2 (An Abbey Story)"

Two Holmes dildos side by side scratches Abbey's itch with tough love. Her spectacular climax comes when she imagines adding Tom, too! [Includes: Female Masturbation, Dildo Play, Vaginal & Anal Penetration, Double Penetration, Tattoo, Implied MF, Implied Triple Penetration, Implied Stretching, Implied Rope Bondage]

"Adventures with Alice 8 (An Alice Story)"

Fisting & riding Holmes fit into sexy plans Alice has for Nina. The pretty Latina & her Mistress' delights! [Includes: FF, Dildo Play & Implied Wearing, Fingering & Fisting, Vaginal & Anal Penetration, Implied MFF, Implied Vaginal & Anal Sex, Implied Cheating, Implied Stretching]

"Yes (A Daphne Story)"

Daphne knows what Nicolas wants to hear. It's impossible to clench down as Ian pushes her limits. [Includes: MF, Fisting, Dildo Play & Wearing, Double Penetration, Vaginal & Anal Penetration, Implied Stretching, Implied Female Masturbation, Implied Exhibitionism (Video)]

"In the Midst of Prayer 2 (A Sara Story)"

In her wet dreams, Sara's lover plunges into her by the spiraling whirlpool of a water spirit. When she awakes, she needs perverse inspiration to achieve her intense release. [Includes: MF, Anal & Implied Vaginal Sex, Female Masturbation, Fingering & Implied Fisting, Vision, Implied Dildo Play, Implied Stretching]

"Object Confessions 20: Wet In Oregon"

There's nothing wrong with some creative masturbation. She shares her pleasure in the cinema to show him how much she cares. [Includes: Female Masturbation, Implied MF, Fingering & Implied Fisting, Dildo Play & Wearing, Double Penetration, Implied Vaginal & Anal Sex, Implied Stretching, Implied Exhibitionism (Public)]

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Object Confessions, Collection 2

Are startling sexual confessions exactly what's needed to make the world a better place? Compare your happiness before and after while these ladies share their naughty secrets!

No regrets and extreme arousal guide the Ladies of Object Confessions to climax after climax. With pervy exploits and intense penetration pleasures, they aim to grab the challenge by the horns and ride to sensational finishes. Don't feel left out. Get insider information on what makes these women wet!

The second collection of erotic confessions, "Object Confessions, Collection 2" includes ten erotic "Object Confessions" stories with perverse pleasures including playing with unusual dildos, stretching, bizarre love triangles, and piercing perks. Intimacy is intense, and these explicit stories abandon innocence and embrace lusty intentions! Featuring "Object Confessions 12" to "Object Confessions 21."

Get the dirty details on alternative sexual delights in this collection of erotic stories from the Ladies of Object Confessions!

  • "Object Confessions 12: Eager Deception"
    Men need to believe that they are getting away with something. Is it wrong when she tells him that he's cuckolding a husband which she doesn't have and stretching her with his big equine dildo and fists?
  • "Object Confessions 13: Open For Anything"
    She enjoys it too much to say "No," but she's not sure other men will say "Yes." The labia piercings are one thing, but will the next step limit her to "specialty services?"
  • "Object Confessions 14: Lust Positive"
    With both her Fleshlights in, she has two lovely pink slots for alleyway quickies. If any man wants more then he has to accept that she enjoys being wonderfully stretched and open!
  • "Object Confessions 15: Glasgow Girl"
    Masturbating for his pleasure and being his Glasgow girl comes with unexpected benefits. Her efforts to please him from Scotland earn her a sunny sex holiday!
  • "Object Confessions 16: Sexy Smurfette"
    Her confession comes with tips for enjoying something blue tucked between sexy lips. This Smurfette's lovely blue silicon toy keeps her fulfilled all day long, and her blue Seadragon beast has a diabolic plan to make a lasting impression!
  • "Object Confessions 17: Needle Intensity"
    Lengthy lips enjoy being pinched and pulled. What she didn't expect was how good needles would feel.
  • "Object Confessions 18: Not A Submissive"
    She's different from his other girls: she takes the lead and shows him what she wants. Setting her up with one of his other ladies was just a new way of sharing their rough sex play.
  • "Object Confessions 19: Ribbons And Piercings"
    Her crazy urges for pretty labia tunnels laced with purple ribbon just require some hand holding and encouragement. Paying him back for his support while they heal will require intense bottom play.
  • "Object Confessions 20: Wet In Oregon"
    There's nothing wrong with some creative masturbation. She shares her pleasure in the cinema to show him how much she cares.
  • "Object Confessions 21: Oregon Corps"
    Being his slut is hard work with big rewards! Unfortunately, sometimes things get way out of hand with the locals, and that makes it all much more personal.
[Includes: Female Masturbation, Dildo Play & Wearing, Vaginal & Anal Penetration, Double Penetration, Object Insertion (Fleshlight), Implied Dragon, Equine, Fingering & Fisting, Stretching, Implied Exhibitionism (Public), MF, FF, Vaginal & Anal Sex, Biting & Clawing, Strap-on Sex, Implied Rough Sex, D/s, Implied Rubber & Latex Wear & Fetish, Implied Inflation Play (Saline), Implied Suction Play, Implied Piercing, Prolapse, Clamping (Labia), Needle Play]

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"Object Confessions 20: Wet In Oregon" written by Max

Like I've said before, I've learned over time to be very clear in the signals I send men. If I want it touched or want their eyes on a part of my body then that's what I emphasize. It's great for the rest of me to look good, but men need a bit of direction and he needs the emotional reassurance that I know what he likes. Sounds dumb, but it's true. No one really knows him - not even women who have been lucky enough to live with him for years - so making sure I show off that I do know what he cares about and see through the white lies he tells everyone is a big deal.


That's why my fingers are stroking and stirring my wet juices while we sit here in the movie theater. It's a weeknight and this movie is almost done with its run, so there's only five or six other people here. And my pussy is getting a nice massage so he knows I'm his slut.


As soon as we sat down I lifted up the armrest between us, and wiggled a bit until I was comfortable against his side. Right now I'm leaning back with one leg over his knee, and he is gently stroking my inner thigh with his big hands while I pluck and push at my plush labia. I wore this skirt for a reason. It has zips along the sides so it's very easy to open up without taking it off. That's important because he's not really impressed by microskirts, and they draw unwanted attention that puts us both on edge. He still doesn't know about my surprise, but I'll be satisfied even if that waits until we get back to my place tonight. After all I'm already enjoying the big plug in my bottom and the three inch steel sphere in my pussy, and he'll be happy whenever he discovers them.


The movie goes on, and I can tell he's watching it and I'm just in the background. It took me a long time to get used to that feeling. Knowing that he is paying attention to something else. Certain he is paying attention to someone else at times. But his hand is on my bare skin, fingers kneading and stroking my inner thigh, and I'm sure he can feel the heat coming off my pussy. It seems so insignificant. Most men would be groping and molesting me. But he leaves that part to me.


My wet lips are full and ripe, and I begin painting my clit with moist fingertips. I can stretch this out for so long. I can feel the way my ass clenches and the solid plug rocks inside of my bottom in response. I can pinch my tender nub, and my pussy muscles grip and squeeze the steel ball making it move up and down within me. However I touch myself, I am constantly aware of how I'm being fucked. More and more, this is what I want, too. Sounds strange. Seems stranger. But when there's no reason not to, I spend several hours a day with my plug and balls in. It's the ultimate sexual torture because no matter how good it can feel, I still have to get to work, do my job, and function. All while knowing what a slut I am for him underneath my tan trousers and blue polo shirt.


The big action scene in the movie ends, and there's a typical Hollywood nod to self-reflection. While the awkward stereotypical dialogue slows the pace on screen, his hand moves inward and brushes over mine. I'm all but frozen in anticipation, and my pussy literally gapes on the inside as he explores my pelvis. First he finds the small silicon end of the butt plug. Then his fingers pierce the folds of my labia, and he presses against the steel ball just enough to make it roll and shift within my pussy. I'm blushing so hard that my face hurts, and when he leans closer my heart skips a beat.


"So I guess you're ready for more," he whispers and gives me a peck on the cheek.


I'm shaking so hard that it's difficult for me to respond. I don't want him to know how much his gentle threats and taunting turns me into a quivering wreck. But he knows because his hand is resting on my thigh, and he can feel me trying to sort myself out. The movie picks up speed again, and he's watching it but using his hand to prevent me from squeezing my legs together. There's a million things racing through my head - and he might mean any or all of them.


He could make me sit like this, my skirt unzipped on one side and pushed back with my pussy exposed in the cinema. When the lights come up, it won't be hard for the other people here to see me. I imagine him just pleasantly making small talk with me while expecting me to continue fingering myself while people sneak a peek or stop and stare at my pussy.


He could take me to the twenty-four seven Walmart on the way back to my place. We'll start in the produce and fruit section right at the front of the store, and I'll have to show him each piece of fruit or vegetable that is the same size or bigger than what's in my pussy and ass right now. Then he'll take me to other parts of the store, and I'll be so wet that juices will be running down my thighs by the time we bring our basket to the checkout counter. I imagine him telling the dull checkout clerk to be careful bagging the produce since I'll be fucking every one of the items in the parking lot.


He could take me directly back to my place and strip me down as soon as I'm in the door. I don't usually wear clothes at home or around him anyway, but I'll know why he's stripping me naked. I'll try to cuddle up on my couch and look cute while he washes his hands and brings out a damp wash cloth and a towel. I'll even try to protest a bit when he takes out my plug and steel ball. But he'll wipe me down and make sure I'm clean before pulling me to him. And then I'll melt in his arms while he explains that it's time for my tiny little cunt and ass to work on being fisted again. I can imagine how he'll hold me, my arms wrapped around his strong shoulders while my bare chest presses into his, and my pussy and ass will be clenching in anticipation of how big his hands are and how he'll keep massaging and stroking and fingering and lubing my openings until most of his hand is buried inside of me.


I'm only five foot four inches, and I barely weigh ninety-eight pounds soaking wet. Fucking him, playing with the toys he gives me, showing him how I can use candles and four of my fingers to get off while he watches... all of that has already changed my petite little pussy and my teeny tiny ass. Once he finally fists me, there will be no stopping how fucked I'll be. And if he ever - I'm biting my tongue at the thought - gets his hand in my ass...


The movie is coming to a close, and he pulls the top of my skirt over my pale thigh. Then he leans in close, kissing me again, and whispers, "You still haven't tried Holmes yet, have you?" He's referring to this super realistic dildo that's close to three inches wide and so long that the head hits the underside of my tits when I sit with it between my legs.


"No." It's all I can say. I know it's not the right answer, but I've had other things to keep myself occupied.


He nods and winks. "Guess he'll feel good alongside my cock. Do you prefer him in your ass first?" And now the lights are coming up with the credits and I can see the pervy glint in his eyes.


I squeeze his hand and hold on tight. I should have anticipated that wearing my big steel ball and butt plug would encourage him to experiment more with double penetration. But even my butt plug is barely as wide as his cock. "It might be too big..." He just shrugs, and I get the message. If not Holmes then something else.


Yeah, I'm sitting in a pool of my own juices and making a wet spot on the back of my skirt. That's why I spend time with him. He's a dirty old man. And that keeps my pussy hot and bothered. By the time we get to the car, I'll have my skirt unzipped and ready to come off. I'll finger my pussy, pushing the steel ball deeper while moaning in the passenger seat, and masturbate for him. I'll get off and suck my fingers clean, staying exposed with my bare legs spread, and just let my sex hang out between my inner thighs while the road vibration stirs the plug in my ass. I'll whisper to him, promising him, encouraging him, to pull my plug out and pound my bottom as hard as he can with his hard cock. I'll ask him to force my second three inch steel ball into my pussy. I'll ask him to take pictures of my swollen labia with the shiny curved sphere peeking out between my inner lips...


And when the time comes, when he's ready, I'll help him force that big cock dildo into my bottom. I'll need some liquid courage, but he won't mind much. As long as I can deliver on the results. As long as my ass can handle it. I know he'll pretend to be impatient just to make me push harder. But he's willing to work with me to see how much I enjoy it.


He's a dirty old man with me as his purpose.


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Pleasure and perversion take on many forms. Sometimes the dirty confessions of special needs and desires shouldn't be associated with a specific name. The Ladies of Object Confessions open up and share their guilty pleasures - breaking all the rules and spelling out what really gets them off. When it comes to sex there may not be anything new under the sun, but there's still plenty of shocking dirty secrets. And when it comes to orgasms, women know a lot more than they are admitting in public!

Confront the madness in Pursuit of Purpose.
Some men and women seek out fulfillment and pleasure. Some seek out excellence or focus on developing their experience. Max pursues purpose while lighting candles for each altar that grows cold and slowly fades into oblivion from neglect. Meaning is in everything. Pleasure and pain, ignorance and intelligence, darkness and light, dominance and submission all come to a single point of refinement: Purpose. Desire alone isn't enough, and the shadows conceal wicked delights and affectionate indulgences.


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Cherish Desire Singles:
Object Confessions, Collection 2

Are startling sexual confessions exactly what's needed to make the world a better place? Compare your happiness before and after while these ladies share their naughty secrets!

No regrets and extreme arousal guide the Ladies of Object Confessions to climax after climax. With pervy exploits and intense penetration pleasures, they aim to grab the challenge by the horns and ride to sensational finishes. Don't feel left out. Get insider information on what makes these women wet!

The second collection of erotic confessions, "Object Confessions, Collection 2" includes ten erotic "Object Confessions" stories with perverse pleasures including playing with unusual dildos, stretching, bizarre love triangles, and piercing perks. Intimacy is intense, and these explicit stories abandon innocence and embrace lusty intentions! Featuring "Object Confessions 12" to "Object Confessions 21."

Get the dirty details on alternative sexual delights in this collection of erotic stories from the Ladies of Object Confessions!

  • "Object Confessions 12: Eager Deception"
    Men need to believe that they are getting away with something. Is it wrong when she tells him that he's cuckolding a husband which she doesn't have and stretching her with his big equine dildo and fists?
  • "Object Confessions 13: Open For Anything"
    She enjoys it too much to say "No," but she's not sure other men will say "Yes." The labia piercings are one thing, but will the next step limit her to "specialty services?"
  • "Object Confessions 14: Lust Positive"
    With both her Fleshlights in, she has two lovely pink slots for alleyway quickies. If any man wants more then he has to accept that she enjoys being wonderfully stretched and open!
  • "Object Confessions 15: Glasgow Girl"
    Masturbating for his pleasure and being his Glasgow girl comes with unexpected benefits. Her efforts to please him from Scotland earn her a sunny sex holiday!
  • "Object Confessions 16: Sexy Smurfette"
    Her confession comes with tips for enjoying something blue tucked between sexy lips. This Smurfette's lovely blue silicon toy keeps her fulfilled all day long, and her blue Seadragon beast has a diabolic plan to make a lasting impression!
  • "Object Confessions 17: Needle Intensity"
    Lengthy lips enjoy being pinched and pulled. What she didn't expect was how good needles would feel.
  • "Object Confessions 18: Not A Submissive"
    She's different from his other girls: she takes the lead and shows him what she wants. Setting her up with one of his other ladies was just a new way of sharing their rough sex play.
  • "Object Confessions 19: Ribbons And Piercings"
    Her crazy urges for pretty labia tunnels laced with purple ribbon just require some hand holding and encouragement. Paying him back for his support while they heal will require intense bottom play.
  • "Object Confessions 20: Wet In Oregon"
    There's nothing wrong with some creative masturbation. She shares her pleasure in the cinema to show him how much she cares.
  • "Object Confessions 21: Oregon Corps"
    Being his slut is hard work with big rewards! Unfortunately, sometimes things get way out of hand with the locals, and that makes it all much more personal.
[Includes: Female Masturbation, Dildo Play & Wearing, Vaginal & Anal Penetration, Double Penetration, Object Insertion (Fleshlight), Implied Dragon, Equine, Fingering & Fisting, Stretching, Implied Exhibitionism (Public), MF, FF, Vaginal & Anal Sex, Biting & Clawing, Strap-on Sex, Implied Rough Sex, D/s, Implied Rubber & Latex Wear & Fetish, Implied Inflation Play (Saline), Implied Suction Play, Implied Piercing, Prolapse, Clamping (Labia), Needle Play]

Enjoy "Object Confessions 16: Sexy Smurfette" written by Max for free! Read online, download the PDF, or download eReader formats on Smashwords right now!

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Monday, June 24, 2013

"Untold Stories of Natalya 7 (A Natalya Story)" written by Max

"Untold Stories of Natalya 7 (A Natalya Story)" written by Max


Free Erotica Series featuring Natalya

Corrupting a bride on her wedding day is Natalya's idea of fun. Putting the blame on Max and convincing the bride that he expects even more makes her delighted.


Max had a rocky start with Natalya, but they grew on each other. He introduced her to latex and fetish fun, and Natalya entertains his love for hardcore toy play with personal pervy twists that tempt his desires. Where it all goes from there ranges from intense to extreme with almost no middle ground.


One of four intense erotica stories in Very Dirty Stories #101, "Untold Stories of Natalya 7 (A Natalya Story)" is proof that Natalya thoroughly enjoys corrupting other women. Setting Max up for the blame, she's happily making sure this bride cuckolds her husband starting on their wedding day!


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Very Dirty Stories #101

"Untold Stories of Natalya 7 (A Natalya Story)"

Corrupting a bride on her wedding day is Natalya's idea of fun. Putting the blame on Max and convincing the bride that he expects even more makes her delighted. [Includes: MF, Cheating & Cuckold, Female Masturbation, Fingering & Implied Fisting, Dildo Play & Wearing, Vaginal & Anal Penetration, Implied Stretching, Implied Canine, Implied D/s]

"Glimpses 4 (An Angel Story)"

It's the little things that open doorways for Angel to haunt Ronin. The massive Caterpillar dildo between her thighs is inexorably linked to the blue butterfly stained glass he once got her as a gift. [Includes: Female Masturbation, Dildo Play, Vaginal Penetration, Implied Stretching, Visions]

"Pushing Limits 1 (An Alexi & Andrea Story)"

Inspired by Tom's stories, Alexi & Andrea took roles in his sexual fantasies and discovered intimacy that they never expected. His whispers in the night inspire them to go even further - pushing all limits. [Includes: FF, Fingering & Fisting, MF, MFF, Implied Weights & Labia Stretching, Threesome, Vaginal & Anal Penetration, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Implied Stretching]

"Program Pleasures 1 (A Jenny Story)"

Jenny makes a deal with Tom. Intense fisting and wearing toys under her clothes are just the start of what they have in mind. [Includes: MF, Fisting, Vaginal & Implied Anal Penetration, Vaginal & Anal Sex, Stretching, Implied D/s, Implied Dildo Play & Wearing]

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Laughing, Natalya surveyed the other bridesmaids and realized they were totally taken in by the stripper routine on stage. She tried to cover up, put on her good girl face, and pretend she was just another airhead to fit in. It wasn't working. The fireman and the police officer, stripped down to just boxers, took her hands and started tugging her up to join them. Protesting politely, Natalya stage whispered, "I'm not the bride," and made an effort to point to Max's demure blushing friend. They just laughed in response, muttering something like "We want the fun one," and Natalya had to go along with the performers until she was seated center stage with four muscular men flanking her.


Taking things in stride, Natalya fought down her natural irritation from being led places like chattel and decided to have fun. She was only in town for the weekend, an invitation from Max to come out, so Natalya needed to make the most of it. "I think these boys have been very naughty," she declared and the partially undressed police officer gave her a nervous look. "Maybe I should put them over my lap and give them a spanking for wrongful detention and imprisonment against my will." She sugarcoated the words to evoke cheers from the audience, but the dancers got a measure of Natalya's iron will beneath the surface.


Professionals who had been coached over and over ago to roll with the punches, the dancers obliged Natalya and offered a sacrifice. The handsome EMT costumed stripper pleaded with Natalya to go easy since it was a first offense and then bent over in front of her. The other dancers were smiling but keeping a close eye on the petite brunette. They expected her to grab their friend's bits or something equally dubious.


Natalya lightly smacked the rock hard buttocks presented to her and then laughed. "Ow! That hurts. He's got buns of steel!" Her exclamation made it clear that she was now part of the show, and Natalya knew that gave her a social advantage. "Now that woman right there - see her pretty smile - you wouldn't know it, but she's been very bad. Why don't we bring her up here and get her spankings out of the way before her white wedding day!"


The crowd of women roared, and the strippers went along with jeering and cheering while bringing the blushing bride to be to the stage. Natalya whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, "Now I think it's best if she's over my lap... you boys might put an eye out." The crowd roared some more, and women in the back were craning their necks to see if the strippers had erections.


Natalya publicly played along, bending Max's friend over her knee and encouraging each of the strippers to swat her bottom. They were playful about it, gyrating around the two women, and finished up after a few minutes before leading both ladies from the stage. If anyone thought it was strange that the bride to be was crying and clinging to Natalya then no one said anything. Those who noticed probably thought it was just alcohol and happiness and... well, people cry over the strangest things.


The actual reason was more real than imagined though. The bride to be sobbed while Natalya held her, shoo'ing away her heavyset friends so they could sit down together, and then the sobbing woman accepted a shot of something blue and sweet from Max's companion. The strippers left the stage and pelvic thrust their way through the crowd, collecting tips, and then two cowboys charged out from the wings and started daring each other to a showdown.


Her friends were already cheering and shouting, but the bride to be was making pleading eyes at Natalya. She knew her promises. She knew her commitments. Couldn't Natalya change Max's mind though? The tears were only a natural reaction, even though the pretty young woman knew Natalya would think less of her because she was crying. The male strippers had only gently swatted her bottom, but Natalya's control of the situation had made the understanding between them crystal clear. One look into the petite brunette's hard eyes told her that Natalya would be true to her word.


Sniffling and grateful for the napkin that Natalya handed her, she willed herself to be strong. She wasn't crying out of joy, and she wasn't crying out of fear. She was crying because she knew what was expected from her. Marriage or not. Somehow that bonded her to Natalya, and she fantasized that Max had a similar hold over his primary companion.


The words from her bachelorette party replayed over and over again while she walked down the aisle the following weekend, her father beaming with pride and her soon to be husband standing in his kilt and white shirt by the altar. Natalya's whispers seemed to murmur along with the organ's booming notes that resounded through the small chapel. With each step, her white dress flowed over the floor while her pussy trembled and her buttocks clenched. Their shared understanding swelled up inside of her and became a crescendo that made her fumble her vows and blush before starting again and getting them right. In the corner of her eye, she saw Natalya standing next to Max, the two of them slowly nodding as they followed along with the wedding ceremony. Overheating despite her exposed cleavage, Natalya's words made her feel so conflicted and yet so desperately in need of something more.


The ride in the limo from the church to the reception was slow enough for her husband to tease her for blushing while he enjoyed feeling her up. She didn't mind, not one bit, and he was excited and hard when his fingers discovered her molten sex underneath her dress. They only had time for a quick fingering and a handjob, and both rushed through the motions because they didn't know when the limo would stop. Only later would her dad ask if they had deliberately circled the reception hall four times. Her husband gave the driver a very good tip after finding out about his discrete accommodation.


Once everyone was seated, the bride could see Max and Natalya sitting amongst people that they didn't know. He amused himself by telling stories and luring younger folks to do silly things. Natalya let the women talk with her, but maintained her usual distance from people. Fussing with her wedding band on her finger, she had to wonder what Natalya had promised to Max. With her moist pussy seeping juices, she was caught wondering how far she could go. Distracted, she smiled and blushed while trying to control her breathing. Her husband sat through her father's toast, and his best friend since high school rambled on for a bit before finishing up. She sipped her water, her husband's hand caressing her arm, while some announcements were made. When their table was invited to go to the buffet first, she declined and asked her husband to bring her back some sweets and salad.


Her eyes were on Max, and he nodded with a wink. No one could see what she was doing. The head table had a full dropcloth in front of it. Hand fluffing her dress, lifting it up enough to allow air to circulate between her legs, the bride fanned herself with one hand while stealthily working her other hand up her stockings to her inner thigh. She used her ring finger to fuck her wet pussy and enjoyed the perverse gesture. No one else noticed, but Max's eyes were on her face, and he smiled and raised a glass to toast her personally. He didn't break eye contact until he needed to gesture toward the head table guests who were close to returning to their seats.


She was flushed when her husband returned, and her passionate kiss made the bridesmaids swoon. The big man took it in stride, blushing bright red but happy to feed his pretty wife salad and some chocolate croissants that he'd taken from the dessert tray. Everyone else was talking and a comfortable murmur filled the reception hall. After half an hour, the DJ started up his kit, and called the bride and groom to the dance floor.


The first dance was lovely as the gown bedecked woman and her Scottish clan husband managed to do their best. Her father danced with her next and told her how beautiful she looked and that she was blushing rose red. They all presumed that it was a bit of alcohol and heat, but Max knew the truth. He came up with Natalya and joined the bride, the three of them dancing together until he broke off and left Natalya with his friend so he could congratulate her husband and chat with the best man.


Natalya asked. The bride blushed so hard that her crimson cheeks burned and then she nodded in response. With a platonic peck on the cheek, Natalya leaned over the bride's flowing dress and whispered something in her ear. She had to hold the young woman up for a moment when she faltered, and then bobbed her head along while the bride feverishly whispered back to her. Natalya finally cut her off with another chaste peck and then handed her back to her husband. He danced with his new wife for one more song before going out to smoke cigars with his brothers. When Max took her hands, the bride swallowed, and then he danced her around to the people mingling on the reception hall floor, mixing with different members of the bridal party and her friends while making a show of bringing her to each group to spend some time with everyone.


When she excused herself to smoke a cigar and use the restroom, Natalya went with her. Max continued to amuse himself with some of the younger men, sending them off to try and hook up with various women, and then apologizing with a laugh if the pickup lines blew up in their faces. It wasn't long before he had two dozen people including a few older couples all dancing and cavorting together. So when he saw the bride come out of the bathroom looking a little stiff and overheated, Max wasn't surprised that she went straight outside to smoke. He let it go. The stress of the wedding and juggling her husband's expectations would likely be overwhelming for a while. He went back to entertaining the crowd and keeping the people mixing while both the bride and groom lingered outside.


A little while later, the DJ decided to play the latest fad dance songs. Max went out and fetched the bride, knowing she wouldn't want to miss being with her friends for too long. She held onto his arm all the way to the door, and then she pushed him aside and made her entrance, mock galloping into a circle of her friends before letting them twirl her around. A group of bridesmaids and close friends started prancing about to a new Psy hit, and Max laughed and joined at the edge. Whenever the bride looked his way, shy and trying to hide her blushing cheeks, he winked and played along. She imagined that he knew what she had done. He was glad to see her happy on her wedding day.


The party slowly wound down, and Max and Natalya thanked the bride's parents for the good times and good food before leaving the country club and starting the walk back to the parking lot. They waved to the groom, still smoking with his brothers and finishing a fifth of Scottish whiskey. They were going to leave it at a wave to the bride, but she asked them to wait. She'd changed into something more comfortable once the sun had gone down, but the skirt and blouse suited her well that Max didn't tease her about ditching her wedding dress before making it to the honeymoon suite.


The bride tried to link arms with them, but Natalya demurred. She held out her hand and Max gave her the keys, and, with a nod, Natalya left the bride and Max alone. She headed off at a brisk pace down the winding path in front of them while Max and the bride took their time and strolled under the trees. "Did you have something to say?" Max asked gently. He had always been fond of the soft hearted brunette with her cute dimples and quiet lusts. Whatever her constant attention had been about, he was sure she had something to share.


It made her choke up, so she practiced swallowing and framing the words. "Natalya told me... I mean she reminded me..." She looked at Max and brushed her hand over his short silver and grey hair. He was warm to the touch from dancing, and the feeling of his skin made her pussy shudder pleasantly. "I'll always be yours to fist." It came out in a rush, and she had to take a deep breath while Max walked alongside her like this was nothing unusual to hear. "And... if you call me then I will be there. Just like Natalya reminded me." She didn't want Max to think that she was trying to control him or demand anything from him.


Max nodded and squeezed her hand. "Of course," he smiled. "Loved your little naughty show before dinner. Very, very sexy." Praise was better than questioning. Max would find out what was going on later.


Blushing at those simple words coming from Max's lips, she sighed and softly kissed his shoulder. "The plug you picked out for me is stretching my bottom. It burns... but I'll wear it as often as I can." She looked behind them, worried someone might be listening, but it was just her and Max walking the last bit along the golf course trail from the club house to the main parking lot. "I really like it."


"That's amazing... you're amazing," he heaped positive accolades on the pretty bride until they cleared the hedges and they could see Natalya waiting with the car already running. "Have a wonderful honeymoon and let me know when you get back."


Max let her pull him into a hug and a kiss, her lips brushing over his, and wrinkled his nose at her while she tried to express herself. He had no idea what was going on, but it was clear that Natalya was enjoying her little fun at his expense. Still, if this pretty woman, an occasional fling whom he enjoyed, was suddenly committing to much more then so be it.


"Ummm... he has a really big fist..." The bride bit her lip when she realized that she'd just referred to her new husband as a stranger. "I'll work with him, but I don't know if it will fit."


"I understand. Just do what you enjoy... if it's too much-"


The married woman cut him off and finished his sentence, "Then I'll let you know so you can keep me fisted." It was as easy as that. She smiled to herself while Max pecked her on the cheek so she understood he was there for her. "He has... a small cock though. So I might need to shop for some toys."


Four years of flirting, a few one night stands, and on her wedding day she was finally opening up to the things Max enjoyed. He chuckled and kissed her again, their lips pressed together and the tip of her tongue probing his mouth, and then he broke away and gave her a hug. "I'm sure you can come over and try some toys out to figure out what you like best. I'd definitely put a Hitachi on your list since you like vibes, and definitely a Holmes since you like something long and filling." He kissed her again. "We can talk about it some time. I have to get going and you have your wedding reception to go back to. Do you want a ride back?"


Floating in the clouds, her ass aching from the butt plug wedged between her cheeks and probing her bottom, the bride just squeezed Max's hands and backed away. When she let go, the acceptance in his kind words and soft kisses launched her back the way they had come. She half ran and half skipped down the path to the club house while he watched, her loose skirt bouncing this way and that. Max waited until she'd gone around the bend and then got into his car and looked over at Natalya. "So I presume you enjoyed that..." he commented quietly while putting the car in gear.


"I never liked her husband. Big hands, always trying to grope my ass, and a tiny dick. I just wanted her to be super happy." She turned and looked at Max while he drove. "And now she's happy. Nice of me, huh?"


"You made a woman wear a butt plug for another man on her wedding day..."


Natalya petted Max's arm and then rocked her hips until her skirt laid loose over her thighs. "That other man was you. It was a small one. A very personal wedding gift, but she earned it." Her hand pulled the fabric of her skirt back, and Natalya pressed inward until her fingers found her moist shaved labia. "And that was truly an amazing touch during dinner... She soaked her wedding band and diamond ring with her own juices. I don't think she realized all the girls looking at her rings later could smell her sex on it." Natalya began to casually finger herself to taunt Max.


He took the hint. "You didn't suggest that one. But mine to fist whenever I call? That's awfully generous of you. I hesitate to ask what you want, but... what do you want?" He had his eyes on the road, so Natalya made sure to sigh and moan for his benefit.


"Oh, nothing much," she purred. "Just make sure she's so stretched out that his tiny cock feels like a hotdog in a hallway." With two fingers in her pussy, Natalya shook in her seat and let the vibrations of the road stir her sex around them. "Seriously... is that so much to ask?"


"I'm friends with her parents. I've known him longer than her. And you want me to make sure she's stretched out and he can't satisfy her? His wife? The woman he's been engaged to since they left university?" He looked at Natalya and shook his head. "She told me his fist may be too big, and she does have a tight pelvis. This seems to be a bit more evil than just disliking her husband."


Natalya moaned and heaved and cried out like she was having an orgasm. It was just an act, of course. She laughed. "She's not a very good actress. He'll go mad knowing he's not satisfying her. She'll go mad knowing after he tries that she just wants to get off with a dildo or see if she can sneak out to see you and get fisted. You'll be out of town half the time, so she'll need bigger toys." Natalya shrugged and resumed fingering her pussy. "Not evil. Just a bit of a life lesson that they both need. And it serves your purposes - her little friends will all learn from her example."


"Learn what? That they shouldn't cross you? I think they know that." Max was forever in awe of Natalya's sadistic depths. Referring to the bride and groom he asked, "Shouldn't they be allowed a honeymoon at least?"


Natalya laughed. "Remember that part about the butt plug not being a big one? She's got a two and half inch wide bright red toy in her ass, and thinks you want her to wear it all the time. Who is ruining whose honeymoon now?" She worked a third finger into her sex, and finally the juices really started flowing. "Max... it takes three fingers to even feel like I'm being penetrated. Why do you think that is?"


He could ignore the shit eating grin he heard in Natalya's voice. "Because I like women with nicely stretched openings." Her point was clear at least, even if her motivations were unfriendly. "So will you be helping her pick out dildo panties and rubber wear for when she comes to fetish events with me?" Upping the ante would at least give Natalya some fresh ideas.


"Mmmmhmmmm... oh, that would be marvelous. Her hubby has a latex allergy. I wonder if she'd get off on encasement. She loves to be tied up after all..." Natalya was quiet for a few minutes while still stroking her pussy and thinking. As they pulled up to a stoplight, she turned and grinned at Max. "I think I could get her to wear an inflatable butt plug with a tail. She was always more of a Pokemon and cosplay girl." His shrug encouraged her, but Natalya knew from the look on his face that she had crossed some rule or other. She changed topics. "So what would you like?"


"Well, I have a lovely woman masturbating in my car while I drive us home. I apparently have a bride who will be wearing a red butt plug until her husband finds out and then she'll try to cover it up as a way to be better at anal for him. At the moment, I've got to drive so I can't ask for much more..."


Natalya finally got to her point and saw the effect it had on Max even when he had to focus on the road and pull forward when the light changed. "It's funny. Did you know one of the groom's brothers maintains a kennel and breeds Rottweilers? I thought that would be a perfect gift for a married couple who needed some protection and enjoyed animals. An uncut male would be an investment, too." Her deliberate appeal to Max's perversion struck a chord.


"For her," he turned his end and then looked back at the road, "or for you to share with her?" Max stayed calm, but he knew Natalya was aware that his cock was already pulsing in his dress trousers.


With a soft snicker Natalya rubbed her pussy and hoped Max could hear the soft squishing noises of her sex. "I want to see how it looks. I want to see how it's done." Her fingers moved faster while her smoldering cunt was ignited with wet desires. "I want to see her on her hands and knees... his dark brown and black fur sticking to her pretty pale skin... and hear her moan and sigh while she learns to love her constant companion." Natalya had to stop because otherwise her labia would be too raw to fuck when they got home. She made a show of licking her fingers and then covering up her thighs. "You always say it's smarter to try things out with others so you can figure out the details."


"Will she get to watch you when the time comes?" his voice was dangerously even, and Natalya knew she'd offended Max.


She shrugged it off. He was just being irritated because he liked the girl and Max could be stupidly sentimental at times. "When my time comes, you'll get to see my cunt and ass be well mated. All for you to enjoy. But what you want is me to be punished for encouraging your pretty friend to fist herself and play with toys." She laughed. "Ok. When we get home you can show me how much you want to split my ass open."


"Open enough to be knotted?"


"Of course."


---


The words Natalya had whispered made everything so clear. The bride was a bit buzzed from whiskey and enjoying the taste of the cigar in her mouth. Her husband and his brothers were goofing around while her parents were trying to give away the leftovers to guests as they made their way out of the club house. She hadn't noticed her ass burning for a while - and she purred with contentment knowing how easy it would be to wear Max's plug for him.


"You'll always be his to fist. And if I call then you will be there. No questions asked. Or so help me, I'll break my rules and spend every afternoon with you. Now enjoy every moment of it. You picked a man with wonderfully big hands. If only his cock wasn't so small."


The bride just wondered what spending her afternoons with Natalya might be like. It was too bad the petite brunette with her classic white stripe running through her hair lived far away. Maybe after her honeymoon she could ask Max about visiting...


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Very Dirty Stories #149

"The Cheating Housewife (A Natalya Story)"

Natalya takes command over the sexual misadventures of a mousy housewife. Her intentions are unclear, and even Max has to wonder about the transformations Natalya demands. [Includes: Cuckold, Cheating, MF, FF, Implied MMF, Vaginal & Anal & Implied Oral Sex, Vaginal & Anal Penetration, Double Penetration, Stretching, Fisting, Dildo Play & Wearing, Bondage & Restraints, Implied Object Insertion (Water Bottle)]

"Understanding (A Priya Story)"

Priya never understood why her Master adored her so much, and when their first weekend together goes so terribly wrong, it's left to Natalya to try and explain. Priya has to take her time though, and maybe her experiments with the sex toys her Master provided will be enough to mend his wounded heart. Maybe pushing her boyfriend to submit will make Priya feel better as well. [Includes: MF, D/s, Female Masturbation, Vaginal & Anal Penetration, Dildo Play & Wearing, Implied Dragon, Implied Vaginal & Anal Sex, Implied Pegging]

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