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Things get a little better, maybe.
It was dark, very dark and it took my eyes forever to start adjusting. There were patches of red light along the walls, table lights. There was no music at the moment but I did notice expensive looking speakers in the corners. The place was relatively small; perhaps twenty by thirty and a lot of space was dedicated to a red backlit bar along the left side of the club. The only people I could see at first were the two bartenders, one male, and one female, both clad in black. They were in one corner, talking in low tones which ceased as soon as Tish strode in, hauling me along like a stubborn child.

I tripped twice and it was only because she held me so damn tightly that I didn’t hit the floor. Finally, I could just make out a few figures seated at the tables along the wall. I could really only see three, all women it seemed. Two sat at one table and one solitary figure at another, which I instantly recognized as Sasha. Looking back I could see a huddle of dark shapes at the end of the bar sitting or lying on the floor.

Tish saw where I was looking and let out a deep chuckle, “Playthings. Generally they would be busy but there’s nobody here during the day so…” I saw Sasha get up as she recognized me and stormed across the floor to intercept Tish.

“Give him Tish. He is mine.” She smiled at me; her white eyes seemed to be floating in the middle of her face. The combination of her tattoos and her hair obscuring most of her pale skin.

“Fuck off Rusky! He’s mine.” As if to punctuate her statement she squeezed me harder, driving the air from my lungs. “Besides, Nat is looking for you I think. Got this ones sister with her.” Sasha grinned broadly and looked past us to the stairs where Natalia and Ashley had just stumbled in.

“Just as good.” She said quietly and sauntered over to them, an obvious bounce in her step.

“No.” I grunted, trying desperately to get away, to no avail. The two girls sitting at the other table had, by now, stood up and walked to the bar. They looked me over and dismissed me, thank god! Both were small and of course, dressed in the uniform black. Tish nodded to them and we continued on. There were four doors at the back of the club and we headed of the one second to last on the right.

“Tish let me go! Please! I didn’t mean to hurt Sarah!” I pleaded, struggling harder as we got closer to the door. She stopped and held me away from her, staring into my eyes. Even in the gloom her brilliant green eyes were captivating.

“I don’t care what you did to Sarah. I only care about what I’m going to do to you now. I haven’t had halfway decent sex in weeks.” She brought me closer to her, lifting me to the tips of my toes, “And I am way, way hornier than any of these bitches will ever be.” Her voice dropped and I was scared shitless to say the least. She pulled me tight again, crushing me against her large bosom as we reached the door and then through it. The last thing I saw was Ashley, Natalia, and Sasha walking in our general direction.

The room was an office of sorts, there was a desk with a few papers and a computer on it and several chairs. The room’s distinguishing feature though, was the two windows on either wall. Each showed the room on either side, the one on the right had a bed, sofa, and TV in it. The one on the left was almost barren save for a big metal table and a large box in one corner.

“Have a seat.” Tish said, thrusting me forward into a metal folding chair against the right wall. She turned and put a chain lock on the door we came through, then walked over to a small speaker box next to the window, punching a button. She tossed her long coat onto the desk.

“This should be entertaining eh?” she said coming over and sitting down on my lap. She was incredibly heavy and I grunted when she put her full weight on me. She chose to ignore me and instead ground her hips into my lap and leaned back. She was so heavy that I didn’t have a chance of moving her if she didn’t want me to, so I sat still and looked over her shoulder at the window.

“You know what I’m going to do when this is over?”

“No.” I muttered venomously.

“I’m going to go home strutting my stuff, saunter into my sister’s room and say ‘Guess what? I just did your old boyfriend. You know, the one that got the better of you.’ She’ll no doubt get all pissy and,” she sighed like she was so damn put upon, “I’ll have to calm her down, mess around with her like usual. But oh for those few precious minutes I just get to rub shit in her face, I’m getting excited just thinking about it.”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

She giggled, again, a very strange noise coming from her, “Yeah. But hey that’ll change, wont it? I’ll be all full of you.” I shivered and she giggled again.

Just then the door to the room behind the glass opened and Natalia, Ashley, and finally Sasha trooped in; Sasha locking the door behind her. Natalia stepped up to the window and I could see her eyes flicking back and forth, one of her hands went to her hair and straightened an orange spike. It was a one way mirror!

The intercom crackled as Ashley spoke, “Alright freak, I’m here, now fix it before I crack your skull.” God damn she was pissed!

Sasha pointed at the table and said something in Russian, to which Natalia translated, “Sit down Miss Donovan, make yourself comfortable.” Natalia rolled her eyes, still looking into the mirror, obviously not amused by Sasha’s theatrics. Ashley sat up on the table as Sasha circled it, still speaking.

“I was very disappointed when I didn’t get to have you the other day. So I hope you can forgive me for giving myself a little…insurance to make sure I would see you again.” Natalia translated.

Tish snorted, “No body likes Sasha that much, but her mother owns the building so we all have to kiss her ass. Every time she finds somebody new she does something juvenile like this.”

“What does her husband think about all this.” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Pfft, he doesn’t care or know. He’s halfway across the world most of the time.”

Ashley’s voice brought my attention forward again, “Stop playing your stupid fucking games cunt! You have no idea how uncomfortable this is!” Sasha stopped in front of Ashley and produced a small bottle of clear liquid out of a pocket.

“Not to worry Miss Donovan, I have the antidote right here. I just need an applicator.” Again Natalia translated flatly.

“May I?” Ashley asked innocently, holding out a hand. Sasha gave it to her. Biggest mistake she could have made. Ashley dropped down off the table and backed handed Sasha right across the mouth. Natalia turned around and just started laughing as Sasha hit the floor hard. Ashley got down on one knee next Sasha and leaned in close, there was blood on the back of her hand.

“If either I or my brother ever see you again, I’ll rip out your fucking eyes and piss in the sockets! You hear me?” She did, but nothing else because Ashley drew back her arm and punched her right in the nose, and even through the intercom I could hear the snap of something breaking.

“Excuse me.” Tish chuckled and got up, moving quickly to the door and leaving. I just sat there, watching as Ashley unlocked the door and stormed out, followed by Natalia who was, by the way, still laughing hysterically. I heard a yell and then the door to my room burst open and Ashley was pushed through by a smiling Tish. She closed and locked the door behind her and I could hear Natalia raging just outside, every so often pounding on the solid wood.

“Tim!” Ashley squeaked and rushed to my side.

“I’m feeling generous tonight.” Tish proclaimed, tossing the bottle into the air and catching it, “I’ll let you two do each other first and I’ll settle for sloppy seconds, ya?” We both turned and glared at her.

“No go fuck yourself Patricia!” Ashley growled menacingly. Tish’s face contorted in rage and she covered the distance between them in two steps, seizing my sister with one hand clamped around her face.

“Call me Patricia again Donovan! Do it! I fucking dare you!” She paused, looking down at me as I sat there dumbstruck, “No. Better idea.” She put the bottle between her tits and reached down, easily yanking my pants and boxers to my knees. I don’t know why I didn’t move, why I couldn’t move. She plucked the bottle from the depths of her cleavage and dumped the contents on a hard-on I didn’t even realize I had. It was lukewarm.

“Do it to it Donovan. Don’t let it go to waste. I’m pretty sure poor little Sasha wont make you anymore.” She shoved Ashley on me and my sister looked down at me with apologetic eyes and a pained expression on her beautiful face.

“Tim I’m sorry.” She whispered as she started taking off her pants.

“It’s okay Ashley.” I said seriously, though inside I wanted nothing better than to laugh. I hadn’t fucked Ashley in…well a really long time.

Tish looked me over again, her bright green eyes focusing on my crotch, “Oh he’s a big boy isn’t he Donovan. You must have had some fun with him huh? I don’t know why Sarah didn’t try harder with you Timothy.” Ashley had removed her pants and soaked double layer of panties, but was standing nervously in front of me, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“C’mon Ashley, you have to.” I said holding out my arms like I was going to hug her. She whimpered again and stepped up, her legs on either side of the chair I was somehow rooted to. She slowly started lowering herself, her drenched and dripping pussy descending inexorably closer.

The potion slick head of my cock finally started to push into her. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a pleased smile. She twisted her hips as my cock sank deeper into her boiling insides, corkscrewing it, making sure to coat every bit of herself.

“Oh Donovan, doesn’t it feel good? Such a relief.” Tish cooed. Sidling up behind Ashley, her arms creeping around my sister’s middle, she slowly started undoing the buttons of her shirt. Ashley didn’t notice; she couldn’t feel anything outside her cunt. She moaned as she hit bottom, slumping forward. I buried my head in her shoulder, letting out a little moan as well.

Tish snaked her hand up under Ashley’s chin and pushed in her red cheeks with two fingers, forcing out her lips. “Kiss him Donovan. Kiss you brother.” She forced Ashley’s head closer to mine and Ashley wrapped her arms around my head and mashed her lips against mine. She squeezed my head tighter, twisting her hips and making me cry out, my head slamming back against her arms. Ashley gasped as she drew herself back up and let herself fall back again. Tish twisted her head around and forced my sister’s full lips against her own.

Ashley’s eyes widened for a moment before closing again, I doubt she cared anymore. Tish’s hands slipped inside Ashley’s shirt, deftly undoing her bra and fondling her large breasts. She broke away and forced Ashley’s face back to me, we kissed again. Tish stood directly behind Ashley, her hands making hard, forceful movements under Ashley’s shirt while she kissed my sister’s neck.

“Ohh my god! Tim! UUUUHHHH TIM!” she screamed as she came unexpectedly. I wasn’t ready for it either and my whole body jerked along with her as she pounded all of her pent up lust out in one massive blast. Milky but almost clear liquid rushed over my cock and splashed across my upper thighs with quite some force. She continued to scream until her breath ran out and she collapsed, her head hitting my collar bone with a thud. Her body just kept pumping liquid, flushing her out and cleaning away the toxin Sasha had put in her. The chair I was sitting in soon flooded and overflowed onto the floor, pooling around my feet.

“Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed, as her cunt twitched spasmodically. Even if she tried she could never have made herself do that on her own. She was good but not that good. It was like she was still awake and fucking me with as much effort as she could muster, except she was passed out cold.

“That’s nifty.” Tish said, genuinely impressed, “Typical of her to not give me any credit though.” As she spoke she took her hands out of Ashley’s shirt and cracked her knuckles.

“It’s my turn now.” She smirked excitedly, pushing Ashley’s unconscious body over. She tumbled to the floor in a heap and was still except for her heaving chest.

“No Tish come on! Please you don’t…”

“Have to?” she finished for me, cocking a manicured eyebrow, “Of course I don’t have to,” she paused, stepping up to me with a very obvious wiggle in her hips. She leaned in close, her face mere inches from my own. “I want to.” She breathed. I tried to stand but she pushed me back down and sat on my lap again, trapping my unusually persistent erection beneath a solid thigh. She still had that freaky corset on and her skirt/dress thing. She tilted her head back and regarded me over her small nose.

“So, how many chicks have you bopped, Mistah Tim?” she asked, giggling.

“I’m not telling you.” I grunted, this was starting to get painful, “How many have you ‘bopped’?” I asked sarcastically.

“Hmm, girls? That would have to be twelve. Guys? ‘Bout thirty.” She said this so nonchalantly that I found myself believing her.

“Pfft. Yeah right! And you’re not dead from some STD yet?” I scoffed.

She narrowed her eyes at me and reached behind her with both hands, undoing something. The tip of her tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth and as I watched I noticed her corset loosening. She stood up and with a final jerk of her arms, the leather restraint burst off of her huge tits. I couldn’t help but gasp as her massive breasts dropped, jiggling madly.

I chuckled, “When did you buy those Patricia?” She sighed, giving me a dirty look. She quickly undid her dress and let it drop to the floor, she obviously didn’t believe in underwear. She stood there not looking at me, instead looking down at Ashley’s still limp form.

I managed to drag my eyes away from her tits to look the rest of her over. She was absolutely ripped. I had only seen more defined abs on television. I sat transfixed by her stomach for the longest time before her hand running across the six lumps distracted me.

“Oh my mistake, eleven girls, twenty eight-guys. I’m always over-exaggerating.”

“Roids much?” I smirked, still looking at her stomach. She sighed again and ran her fingers over the tattooed tally marks on her side. Sure enough, separated into two groups were eleven and twenty-eight little tic marks.

She stepped closer to me, running her hands up and down her ridged stomach. “You are not helping yourself Tim. Making fun of me isn’t going to make me go easy on you.”

“H-ha I’m n-not scared of you.” I said; my voice cracked.

She smiled sweetly, “That’s good, because I can be a little rough.” She slapped me across the face all of a sudden, whipping my head around as tears formed in my eyes. She grabbed me by the throat and hauled me to my feet. And she practically head butted me as she kissed me hard, roughly. Kicking out, she knocked the chair to one side, clearing a path. She walked forward, pushing be back against the wall. My head hit against the concrete hard, my vision blurred and I might have even passed out for a split second. Her hands went to my shoulders and she sank her fingers into them as she lifted me bodily into the air up against the wall, scraping my shirt against the rough concrete. My toes were at least two or three inches off the ground.

I was amazed I wasn’t bleeding from where she held me. I had lost some weight but I know for sure that holding up a hundred fifty, maybe a hundred sixty pounds was not easy. She showed no outward sign of strain and I continued to marvel at this family’s musculature. Just as I was looking at her arms, she opened her eyes and looked backed into mine with sick amusement.

She shifted around and I flinched as the head of my cock slid over the moist entrance of her well used pussy. She was shaved clean and her pussy really didn’t look any different from all the other ones I had seen.

She was getting frustrated now; she couldn’t line the two of us up. She broke away cursing and tried to look down past her huge breasts. Of course that didn’t work because they were already pressed against me, forming a fleshy wall. She tilted her head to the side and looked down at an angle, around her tits, the tip of her tongue sticking out again.

“Aha!” She chirped triumphantly. And I felt her cunt rush over my dick like a wet satin sock. Her expression barely changed, she just watched me. Though, I could see something in her amazing green eyes that suggested she was having a good time with herself. My face however, must have looked quite amusing, my mouth opened and I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. If you’re a guy and you’ve ever been held up and fucked against a wall, by a girl, you know it’s a unique experience. She eased her hips back and then slammed them forward so hard it actually hurt. And here I though sex couldn’t physically hurt me, I was wrong.

I don’t know what it was she did differently, Ashley had been rough with me before, but there was something about the way Tish did it that hurt. Maybe it was the fact that I had no control over this situation what-so-ever.

“You like that Timmy? Huh? You like that?” she grunted, slamming her hips into me again and again. Through the pain I almost laughed, she just sounded so ridiculous. She didn’t give me a chance to answer though; instead she smashed our faces together again and kissed me, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth. I gagged and she pulled back slightly.

“Stop…please.” I gasped.

“But I’m so close.” she said, smiling broadly. She wasn’t. And neither was I, it hurt too much. Again and again and again, she smashed her hips into me, jamming my cock hard into her. I was going to pass out if I didn’t do something soon.

After about two minutes of nearly constant pounding she froze, her face remained expressionless but I could tell it didn’t want to remain so. The corner of her mouth twitched and her eyes fluttered gently. I couldn’t feel anything at first, my cock being as numb as it was. But as she stopped I could feel her cunt twitching, squeezing me harder that I though possible after such abuse. Something wet ran down my leg. She just came!

Her arms were trembling badly by now and I could feel myself slipping fractionally. Now was my chance, her eyes were not looking at me, they were left then right then down at Ashley and that’s where they stayed when I moved.

She was right up against me, her tits squashed against my chest, her stomach a hairs breadth from my own. Her fingers digging into my shoulders didn’t allow me to reach up but that wasn’t what I was planning. My hands were at my sides and I simply reached out and grabbed her firm ass. There was very little give to it.

Her eyes came back to mine, very slowly. “What are you doing?”

“It’s my turn now.” I growled as menacingly as I could. Quickly, before she could do anything else, I shifted my hand and jammed a finger into her ass. Tight was an understatement. She had never even used it before, just like her sister, and just like her sister, she panicked. Her arms finally gave out and she dropped me the last inch or two to the ground.


“Get on you hands and knees.” I commanded. She didn’t move and I took a step, forcing back, my dick falling out of her because of the height difference.

“Do it now. Or I’ll put another in.” She smiled nervously and didn’t move. She thought I was joking.

“Fine have it your way.” I crammed a second finger into her. She screamed and dropped to her knees; I followed her down and got behind her, keeping my fingers in place.

“Hands and knees.” I said again. Whimpering pathetically, she obeyed; her huge tits dropping, tantalizingly. Keeping my hand in place, I moved closer and tried to spread my fingers, which was incredibly difficult. She cried out and turned her head to look back at me, her eyes asking what she did wrong.

“I hope you’re ready for this Patricia. Because I can be a little rough.” I hissed. She actually looked like she was going to cry. As I took up position behind her she let out a pitiful wailing moan, this was going to be fun. I jammed my cock back in her pussy for a second and then pulled it back out. I lined up my slicked up cock with her finger filled hole and couldn’t help but smirk.

“Please…” She wailed, looking over her shoulder at me with pleading red eyes, tears were already running from the corners. I whipped my fingers out of her ass and jammed the first couple inches of my engorged cock into her unforgiving backdoor. Lord was it difficult! She screamed, which I cut short by reaching way forward and clamping my hand across her mouth. No sense in having anyone burst in on us. I kept pushing forward, watching fascinated as inch after slow inch was forced inside her. She continued screaming into my hand. After the pounding I had just taken this felt like heaven, slow and tight. Though, I would have to say that compared to something like sex with Oriana, I would probably find this uncomfortable.

Finally I had crammed all of myself into her; my hips were now resting against her firm cheeks. I gave one final push and she promptly passed out from the pain. I let go of her mouth and her top-half thumped to the floor. I wrapped my arms around her hips, holding up her back-half as I started pulling my dick out of her, slowly. It was just like on my birthday with Oriana, I wouldn’t last long at all, not like this. Might as well get it over with quickly and get out of here. I pulled my cock all the way out of her and realigned it with her now stretched out and sucking hole. I shoved hard and buried about half of it back in her with a great deal of difficulty, without the gel stuff that Ashley always seemed to have on her it was very hard.

Again I was all the way in her, the ring of muscle that used to be her ass hole flexed and relaxed around my shaft spasmodically and I couldn’t help but moan a little as I started pulling out again. I did this three more times, slowly pulling all the way out then pushing forwards as fast and hard as I could. During the second one she woke up again and let out a short but piercing scream before passing out once more. I was pushing back in from the third when I finally started to feel that familiar sensation.

I managed two more before I couldn’t take it anymore, “Bombs away Tish.” I grunted, cramming my cock in as far as I could. Oh it was good! One of those that you pray for, when it feels like it comes from everywhere and you get a little lightheaded. I fancied I could feel my insides forcing it forwards, my cock feeling like it actually swelled up and extended twice its size. Bam! I blew the biggest load I had ever experienced thus far. I opened my mouth wide and closed my eyes, slumping forward onto her back. I took my arms from around her hips and she slid to the floor. I kept with her, lying flat on her back as I continued to pound jet after jet of cum into her virgin anal cavity. I think the throbbing, bucking piece of meat, combined with the hot goo filling her used and abused ass woke her up. I pumped a few more times to her pained moans. Finally, after what seemed like hours, my hard-on was starting to diminish. I let out a huge breath and lay flat on her back, resting my head between her shoulder blades.

“Owww.” She groaned, “W-w-why?” She was sobbing gently, her back hiccupping with each wracking breath. I didn’t answer her, but put my hands on her back and did a push-up, pulling my shrinking dick from her gaping hole. A glob of cum followed me out and fell across her pussy lips.

“Are you done fooling around Timothy? This is getting boring.” Ashley giggled. I jumped, startled, and turned around. She was fully clothes and slouched in the chair that Tish had kicked over.

“Yeah I’m done.” I chuckled, leaning down and slapping Tish’s hard ass. “I think that just might count twice, eh Tish?” Her response was to cry out, falling into a fit of sniffling and whimpering. I pulled up my pants and boxers which I was surprised to find still wrapped around my ankles. Ashley sauntered over and squatted in front of Tish.

“Just like Sarah, right Tim?”

“Yeah pretty much.” I agreed. I joined Ashley in squatting in front of Tish who looked up at us with pleading eyes, no, just like her sister.

“So now what are you going to do when you get home baby?” I asked seriously but with a big smile on my face.

“W-what do you mean? I have to go with you now.” She said feebly.

“What!?” my sister and I exclaimed in unison. Through the tears she looked at us with confused eyes.

“Those are the rules. When shit like this happens. When we have been dominated we belong to them. Those are the rules.” She slowly sat up, wincing at her sore ass. She wrapped an arm across her breasts as if she was self-conscious; trying to be demure seemed so unusual for her.

My sister and I gave each other looks. “Ha sucks for you.” Ashley laughed, harshly. “Get ready for a life of neglect, no sex and of always being overshadowed by the next pair of legs to walk through the door.”

“Whoa! What the hell was that about?” I asked, turning a shocked face back to Ashley. Tish just looked at me with depressed emerald eyes.

“Nothing! Can we leave please?” she pleaded tugging on my arm.

“But what about me?” Tish sniffed.

“Nothing. I have my hands full dealing with Natalia. I can’t handle you right now. And besides, how old are you? Twenty-nine, thirty?”

“I’m only twenty-six.” She said quietly, keeping her anger down.


“Let’s go Tim!” Ashley whined, standing up.

“W-wait I can deal with Natalia for you…please.”

That caught my attention, “And how would you do that?”

She reached out and put a hand against the wall to steady herself as she stood up. “Uh, I could kill her, maim her, drug her up, all kinds of violent things, or…I could talk to her. She looks up to me sorta.”

Ashley snickered. “Yeah, do that, would you.” I said, going over to the desk and bringing her long coat to her.

“Yes master.” We both looked at her with questioning looks.

She shrugged, putting on her coat, “Rules.” She dug in her pocket and produced a business card, which she gave to me. Apparently she was a PI, how she became one at such a young age confused me but fit with her body, I guess. But it had her cell number on it which was what she intended.

She wiped her eyes in the back of her hand and took a deep faltering breath, calming herself. “Okay?” I asked her.

“My ass hurts. A lot.” She mumbled.

“You get used to it.” Ashley said from the door. “Can we get the fuck out of this hell hole now?”

“Yes! Yes!” I sighed walking out the door behind my sister. It was still nearly pitch black but I could see maybe three or four more bodies at the tables. I also made out an orange head sitting at the bar. Natalia had four or five empty bottles on the counter top next to her and even in the gloom I could see her swaying slightly.

I pointed her out to Tish who stumbled along behind us, “See what you can do now. We’ll be out in the parking lot for ten minutes or so.”

“Yes master.” She whispered. She obviously didn’t want that little piece of information getting around until she was ready for it. But already I could hear a few muffled snickers and giggles from a table to our left. Tish veered off and sat on a stool next to an inebriated Natalia, while Ashley and I made our escape.

We stumbled out into the bright afternoon sunlight, squinting and covering our eyes.

“Why are we staying here?” Ashley asked, royally pissed off.

“One, I want to see what Tish can do for me now. And two, I want to talk for a sec.” I said grabbing her arm and spinning her to face me, her back up against the car.

She looked at me narrowly, frowning, “Well?”

“What was that about back there huh?” I asked. She threw off my arm and crossed hers under her breasts.

“Talk to me Ashley.” I said softly.

“There’s nothing to say Tim.” She said, frustration clearly evident in her voice.


“You don’t pay enough attention to me okay! You don’t care anymore! And not just sex, everything! We don’t do anything anymore, we used to be friends, and we used to do all kinds of stuff together!” She yelled, tears forming in her eyes. We really didn’t do that much together, but if she thought that we did, that only meant that she valued the time we spent together all the more.

“Oh Ashley.” I soothed, reaching out and pulling her to me, hugging her tightly.

“No…n-no.” She sobbed, burying her face in my neck. I put my hand on the top of her head, stroking her soft hair.

“Sshhh okay Ash okay.” I cooed. There was a delicate cough from behind me and I slowly turned. Ashley tried to look up but I kept her head down, continuing to run my fingers through her silky golden hair.

Tish stood there looking uncomfortable in her long coat, as she looked from my eyes to Ashley’s back.

“Am I interrupting master?” she asked.

“Yeah but…so what happened?”

“Well you saw her, she’s trashed and she’ll probably forget what I said to her anyways. But I told her to keep away from you and those around you. I gave her Ricky as compensation,” she paused at the confused look I gave her, she coughed nervously, “Uh yeah Ricky is…was my um plaything, he’s ah…talented. But yeah you have my number if she gives you any trouble.” She smiled now, “Or if you require my professional service or ha unprofessional services.”

“I don’t think you would survive another session with me Tish.” I smirked. She blushed a dark red and slipped a hand behind her. She stepped closer to me, almost pressing against Ashley’s back.

“Please call me…I um would like that…a lot.” She turned redder, if that was even possible and smiled meekly. Despite myself I found I was warming to this Tish, the sub Tish. Not the other, brutal one.

“I just mi…” I trailed off as Ashley forced her head up and glared at me. “Uh we’ll see.”

“Okay. I’ll see you I guess.” She said turning to go back.

“Oh hold on a sec.” I called.

She looked back, “Yes master?”

“Natalia’s car is at my house. Just in case she forgets.” I said. She nodded and turned around, walking back into the club.

Even though she was still giving me a look that could peel paint, Ashley didn’t try to break out of my arms or move any more than to try and get closer still.

“Can we go home now?” she asked in a tiny voice.


The ride home was silent but not uncomfortable, a pleasant silence. Ashley tried to sit to as close to me as possible, eventually abandoning her seatbelt to practically lean against me. I don’t know why this had been such a particularly bonding event but I wasn’t complaining, I was more than willing to cuddle with my sister.

Our parents were home when we pulled into the driveway and as we walked through the door, they questioned us as to our whereabouts. We simply shrugged them off, saying something about friends and the mall. It was easier when she helped confirm my stories instead of ruining them. We took long separate showers and when I finished mine I changed into some fresh (not reeking of sex) clothes and plopped myself down on the couch.

I was tired, but the conclusion of an action packed war movie changed that in short order. When it ended, I was watching the discovery channel’s Dirty Jobs as Ashley padded over and sat down next to me.

“Hi.” She chirped happily.

I looked at her a little strangely and said, “Hello.” She had changed into a white button up shirt and a pair of those tight black pinstripe pants that she knew I liked so much.

“It sucks that we have to go back to school tomorrow, doesn’t it?” She said.

“Not so much anymore, now that Oriana is there.” I responded, not really understanding what I had said.

She didn’t say anything for a long time, “Then I guess you have to make up for it.” I had just finished laughing myself silly at one of Mike Rowe’s hilarious antics when she said it so I didn’t really hear her.

“Huh?” I asked turning to look at her. By now she had gotten right up on me, it looked like she was trying to sit on me really. She was turned to face me, her shoulder pressed against mine and her arms brought up in front of her. She was giving me those damned ‘fuck me’ eyes.

Slowly she grabbed my hand, bringing it up her stomach. I watched in astonishment as she took my index and middle fingers into her mouth, sucking on them each in turn.

“A-ash.” I stammered, surprised.

“Sshh. Let Ashley take care of you.” She whispered out of the corner of her mouth around my fingers.

“But Ashley…mmph…ah Mom and Dad.” I said as she took my fingers out of her mouth and gave me a kiss on the lips.

As her hand continued to play with my fingers she brought her other up and caressed my cheek, bringing her face close, “I don’t care, so long as I can have you to myself for just a few more hours.” Her voice was so soft, pushing into my head as pure animalistic lust. I was getting drunk on her, her smell, her silken skin, her soft hair, the look in her eyes, the way her sultry lips parted in a naughty smile.

“Ashley, we can’t.” I whispered; my voice had no force to it. She stood up, pulling me up by the hand she still clutched. She kissed me again, deeply, passionately.

“Come on.” She urged quietly, turning and charging down the hall, pulling me along with her. We burst through her door and she stopped but I didn’t, she swung me around and threw me onto her bed. Very familiar. I immediately started taking off my pants as she closed the door and turned back to me. She bit her lip, smiling seductively and started walking towards her bed in that sexy walk kind of way (you know one foot directly in front of the other while doing that crazy bump with her hips). She got on her bed and started crawling up my body until our faces were even.

I had gotten my pants undone and my way-too-hard dick was already out.

“So, all better?” I asked, reaching out and cupping her warm pussy through her thin pants.

“Mmhmm.” She moaned as I started kneading my fingers into her. She sighed and lowered herself down onto me. Turning on her side slightly, she quickly undid her shirt. She pulled my hand from between her legs and replaced it with her own, placing my hands on her now bare breasts. No bra or panties, she had planned this out. I played with her tits like a kid with new toys for a few moments before getting serious.

Her eyes were going back, she absolutely loved this. I tweaked and squeezed her nipples gently at first before doing it a little harder. I could feel the fingers of the hand she had at her pussy moving faster and making harder movements.

“You’re soo hot Ashley.” I said quietly, looking right into her bright eyes. She absolutely melted, her face lighting up. She dropped flat on top of me and kissed me hard, bringing both her hands up and grabbing my head. One of her hands was wet. She was all over me, kissing me so hard I though she would give me a fat lip, she snaked her tongue into my mouth, tangling with mine. She was moving her hips, sliding her thinly covered pussy over my rock hard cock. I could feel the heat and dampness clearly.

I thought I heard the phone ring but ignored it, instead wrapping my arms around her and trying to crush her against me. Her big tits were squashing against my chest, her hard nipples poking into me. She froze, picking her head up; her eyes were wide as she looked up and to the left. Listening?

“Son of a…!” She grabbed my shoulders and threw herself off the bed, sending us to the floor with a muffled thud. I landed on top of her and she quickly rolled me under the bed. I got the impression that she had done this before. She hurriedly got back to her feet and pulled her shirt completely open just as the door opened.

“MOM!” she yelled.

“Oh I’m sorry sweetheart.” She paused like she had turned away and then said, “Honey you should really be wearing your bra, you know what we talked about.”

“MOM!” she yelled again. I peeked out from under the bed and saw her clutching her shirt closed, giving our mother a medusan look.

“Have you seen your brother anywhere? Oriana is on the phone.” Mom said. I imagined her holding the phone to her shoulder. Ashley looked down, pretending to scratch her foot with her other and grinned at me.

“Oh I’ll take it for now.” She said holding out her hand. Mom gave her the phone and hurried out, closing the door behind her. Ashley reached under the bed and pulled me out, hauling me up and pushing me back on the bed.

“OH hi Oriana! Sooo, what’s new?” She pushed me further back and climbed up with me, grabbing my cock and slowly rubbing it.

“Yes he told me. Mhm. Yeah he’s very excited, wont shut up about how great it’s gonna be.” She said before listening for a second and then giggling. She shifted her weight from one knee to the other and pulled down her pants, looking up at the ceiling as she listened.

“No don’t be nervous, you’ll be fine.” I made a grab for the phone but she sat up straight out of my reach, as she pinned me to the bed. She got higher up on her knees and, with her other hand, guided my cock into her glistening pussy. She screwed up her face and let out a little grunt.

“What? Ngh…oh nothing, nothing.” She said quickly. I scrunched up my face and pushed my head back into her plush sheets. I let out a low moan as she slowly slid down my shaft, her magnificent pussy gripping my cock, hard, her soft wet tissue tingling my sensitive skin.

“A-uhn-ash-ley.” I groaned. She looked down at me as she hit bottom.

“Oh I jut have the TV on.” She paused again, “No don’t be silly, I wouldn’t hide something like that. You’re talking to me here.”

“Ashley.” I moaned again, louder. She glared at me and when I opened my mouth again she slapped me across the face before clamping her hand over my mouth. She lifted herself up and slowly slid back down again.

She tilted her head back and opened her mouth, rolling her eyes at me teasingly.

“No I wouldn’t lie to you like…oh…like that.” She said, a little startled as I seized her nipples with my free hands. I teased them gently at first and then much harder, pinching them savagely.

“Ow, ow! Why you little…uh okay maybe.” She listened, “Okay, but just a little.”

She twisted her hips and watched gleefully as I squeezed my eyes shut, moaning loudly into her hand.

“Do you want to talk to him?...Yes he’s right here.” She put the phone near her hand and picked herself up before slamming back down, smashing our hips together. I screamed into her hand, but it was so muffled as to barely reach past her bed. Oriana heard me clearly enough though.

Ashley brought the phone back to her ear laughing, “I bet he doesn’t scream like that for you. Oh Oriana he’s so big inside me uuhh, ohh yee-hhhea. I can feel him stretching me out, fillin’ me up.” She started moving faster, her over-exaggerated grunts and moans purely for Oriana’s benefit.

I had thought, that considering what had happened at the club earlier today that she wouldn’t be capable of cumming again for the next week or so, but I was wrong.

She bit her lip hard and groaned loudly, “Oh he just…just made me cum. He made me cum Oriana. And now I have to return the favor…I’m gonna make him blow.” I could feel the wet running down my cock and soaking my groin. She fucked me harder. Her beautiful tanned body gyrating as she turned on the heat.

“He’s…nyaa…he’s getting ohh close. I can feel him sw-swelling up.” she was saying, looking down at me as if urging me to hurry up. I twisted her nipples again and she squealed, her hair flying about her head.

I screamed into her hand again and she opened her mouth wide in a silent scream as I finally blew. Granted, it wasn’t as epic as the one I had let loose in Tish’s ass but it was still gratifying.

“It’s so hot inside me Oriana! There’s so much of it.” She panted exhaustedly. I gave her nipples a final hard twist as she slumped forward on top of me, before I snatched the phone out of her hand. Ashley took her hand away from my mouth and tried to fix her hair, sitting up straight.

“Oriana?” I squeaked.

“Sounds like you’re having fun.” She said, I thought I could detect some bitterness in her voice.

“Not my fault, Ashley can be…persuasive.”

“Sure.” Hardcore sarcasm.

“Hey you should know! How else would she have been able to get you to do all that stuff you told me about?”

“You what?” Ashley blurted, making a grab for the phone, “You did not tell him what we did!”

I could hear Oriana laughing hysterically. “You get your tight little ass ready, I hope you don’t have to use it anytime soon!” Ashley continued on, trying to grab the phone again. I was only just able to hold her at bay with a hand on her sternum.

“I think she’s serious Oriana.” I chuckled, shoving Ashley to the side.

She lunged back and got her mouth close to the phone, “He fucked another girl!” I winced, shoving Ashley harder and sending her over the edge of the bed.

“You did what?” Oriana asked calmly.

“Um I’ll tell you tomorrow okay. I can’t really explain it over the phone. It’s um…complicated.” I said meekly.

“No! I’ll be there in five minutes. You, me, and your fucking sister are going to have a little chat.” She said forcefully and hung up.

The look on my face must have conveyed what had just happened because Ashley started laughing.

I glared at her and pulled up my pants, “You’re done!” I hissed, launching myself at her. Her eyes widened for a second before I landed on top of her driving the wind out of her lungs. She grabbed me and we rolled over and over each other, both trying to get some kind of advantage over the other for several minutes. Of course that was stupid, she was bigger and stronger than me, eventually getting on top. She laughed triumphantly from her perch high on my chest as she held my wrists tightly in her hands.

“Still need to work out more sally.” She giggled.

“You give me enough of a work out.”

“No. You want to know why I’m so jacked? It’s because I do all the work!” She pushed down, making me grunt in discomfort.

Her pants were still pulled down a little, and she looked from her bare crotch to my face, and then back again, a devilish smile on her face. “Hmm, now that I’m back on top, I think I’ll have you do a little something for me.”

I didn’t respond but she continued on anyways, “I want you to lick your cum out of me.” I turned my head away,”What’s the matter Timmy? Don’t you wanna eat me out?” She scooted her hips farther up, closer to my face. I think if I was hornier I wouldn’t have thought twice about it but after the fact, tasting my own cum was not a pleasant prospect at the moment.

“No! Quit it Ashley! Please!” I pleaded as her still cum leaking pussy inched closer.

“What, you don’t want to lick up your tasty cum?” She now started whispering like it was a secret, “You know I can personally vouch for how good it is.”

“No!” I squeaked. I could feel her heat on my chin now. I tried to free my hands but she only gripped them tighter.

“Oh but Tim I have an itch that needs attending to, with your tongue.”

“Ashley don’t you have better things to do?” Oriana’s quiet voice floated in from the doorway.

Ashley looked up, her face breaking into a sinister grin, “So you came to join the fun? I haven’t had my way with you in a long time…you’re overdue.”

“No.” Oriana growled, “You two pains are going to explain what the hell is going on. And you!” she said, raising her voice and jabbing a finger at me, “You’re going to tell me what the hell you did! I leave you alone for one day and you get into all kinds of shit!”

Ashley’s face twitched, twitched again and finally broke into uncontrollable laughter. Her whole body shook with laughter, occasionally halted by unexpected snorts.

“Oohh ha he got into…ha ha…got into the shit all right!” she managed between giggles. She laughed so hard that I was finally able to break my arms free and push her off me. She let herself topple to the floor and curled up into a ball as new bouts of hilarity strained her lungs. I scrambled away from her and latched onto Oriana like a child to his mother.

“Oh no you don’t.” she growled, pushing me away. I gave her a hurt look and fixed her with my best puppy dog eyes. “Oh hell no!” I kept up the look and she started to falter a little, she was never good at resisting that one, “I-I uh want you to ex-explain yourself Tim, r-right now!” Ashley was still laughing her ass off on the floor, not paying us any attention.

“Ashley got herself drugged and I had to fix her.”

“And?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot. She came prepared for resistance; she had on a pair of tight jeans accompanied by a very unnecessary belt. She had a sweatshirt and probably a few other layers as well, which would all combine to act like medieval armor.

“Well you saw Natalia’s car out front right?” she nodded, “I had her take me to her friend. The one who did the drugging. So we get there, Sarah’s sister is there and she sorta um…kidnaps me. Ashley put the beat down on Natalia’s friend and fixes herself and I get pounded to shit by Sarah’s sister for my troubles.

“She hit you?” Oriana interrupted, shocked and worried. Ashley laughed all the harder as my face burned.

“Okay, I’m not talking about it anymore.” I said, standing up straight and sulking over to Ashley’s bed, curling up as far away from those two as I could.

“What?” Oriana asked, confused. Ashley was trying to calm herself down, getting to her feet and pulling her pants up, trying her best to button up her shirt.

“C’mon Tim, tell your girlfriend what Tish did to you and then I’ll tell her what you did in return.” Ashley said, wiping tears from her eyes and giving Oriana a little hug which she tried to fend off.

“No!” I said, hiding my face a little. I just knew it was beat red. I could feel them get on the bed and crawl over to me. If I couldn’t see them I could smell them, Oriana like the outdoors and fruit, Ashley like sexed up flowers.

“Why are you hiding? I would have been proud if it was me.” Ashley giggled.

“What the hell happened? Will someone tell me please!” Oriana said, frustrated. I just grunted and unfolded myself, hurriedly getting off the bed and making for the door. I honestly don’t know why this was making me so uncomfortable. I don’t think I would have ever had a problem telling Oriana anything but somehow this was different. Maybe it wasn’t the act itself that put me on edge but the aftermath. Somehow Tish was mine, it felt weird, maybe this was how Ashley felt with Kate or somebody like that.

“Make Ashley tell you.” I growled as I stormed out of my sister’s room, the girls hot on my heels.

“Wait!” One of them called. I made it to my room and locked the door behind me.

I leaned back against the door, I realized I was sweating. “Ashley beat it!” Oriana said forcefully from behind the door.

“Oh come on I want to see this. And plus I still have time with him damn it, before you hog him all to yourself!” Ashley whispered rather loudly.

“Just go!” Oriana seethed. I heard a grunt and the sound of some kind of impact.

“Tim. Please open the door.” Oriana called softly. Now I felt like an immature fool, hiding from his sister and his girlfriend behind his bedroom door. I opened it and saw Oriana standing there innocent as can be with Ashley leaning up against the wall behind her holding her stomach, doubled up as if in pain.

“Good boy.” She smiled, slipping through the door and pushing it closed again. I turned and sat down on the corner of my bed, she stood for a moment looking me over and then came over and sat down next to me, taking my hand.

“Are you going to tell me or not?” she soothed, squeezing my hand. I did in a gush and when I was done I heaved a sigh of relief, feeling much better. She was a little disappointed in me but that seemed to pass quickly enough.

“So she held you up against a wall huh?” she said suppressing a snicker.

My face burned and I turned my face away, this was going to haunt me forever.

“I’m sorry, it’s just kinda funny.” I sighed and got up again, going over to my computer and turning it on.

“Oh come on now baby. Don’t be like that. At least now you have some muscle to keep Natalia and your sister in line.” She had come up behind me and draped her arms over my shoulders, playing with my shirt as her breasts pushed into the back of my neck. “Just think of that for a second huh. Ashley gives you any trouble and you just give big ol’ Tish a jingle and look out.”

“Hey don’t give him any ideas!” I heard Ashley shout from the other side of the door. Then, “No mom! Tim’s just being stupid!” I shook my head.

We then heard, possibly from all the way in the living room, “Sweetheart, leave your brother and Oriana alone!” Ashley pounded on the door once and then I assumed, went back to her room. I was screwed (yeah ha literally) as soon as Oriana left.

Oriana was trying hard not to laugh, “Don’t piss yourself tiny.” I said. She frowned, she didn’t like being called short.

“Be nice Timmy, I’m trying to make you feel better.” She said giving me a little hurt look.

“Aw come here shorty.” I said patting my lap. She pouted but came around anyways and planted her adorable rear end on my lap.

“I’m nervous.” She said so quietly I barely heard her. She looked down at her small hands and shifted her weight. I was grateful for the change of topic.

“You’re too intelligent to be nervous. You will be absolutely fine, I’m in all but two of your classes, you’re in my dorm building, oh and Ashley’s there too.” She giggled at that last one. I put my arms around her and gave her reassuring squeeze

“Just remember what I said, stay away from Natalia. You call me if she does anything okay?” She nodded. “That’s my girl.”

She smiled, leaning against me. “Oh and the same goes for me too. If I disappear you have Ashley call Tish alright?” She nodded again and I was finished with this line of conversation, too depressing.

“Well then do you at least feel a little better?” She asked.

“How could I not?” I said looking up into her eyes as she shifted her weight again.

“Stupid question, I know. You’ve been jabbing my ass for a while now.” She said smiling, pleased with herself that I still responded to her after all this crap.

“Well who wouldn’t, your cute little be-hind just begs to be jabbed.”

She blushed a little, “You’re such an ass man. You know that don’t you?”

“Well…yeah. But look at my start, I’m preconditioned to it. But do you know what I’m a bigger fan of?”

She shook her head, sending her black-as-the-night hair shimmering in all directions. I put my hands on her thighs and squeezed; opening and closing her legs partly.

“You.” I whispered. Wicked cheesy I know, but it worked. She turned six shades of red and looked away, grinning broadly.

“That’s just awful…and I love it.” She purred turning back and kissing me lightly on the lips.

“Hey um Tim?”


“Could I uh…could I stay with you tonight? So we can go together…tomorrow.”

“Whew, and here I thought I was going to have to awkwardly ask you to stay. Of course you can.” I said excitedly. Though I was relieved for a slightly different reason. She made a delighted little noise and kissed me again, harder.

“Thank you Timmy.” She said in a sing song voice.

“Mhm. You eaten yet?” she shook her head again, “Well then lets go get something, you need to eat more anyways.” I said poking her in the belly. She squealed, slapping my hand away and smacking my arm. She got up and stretched provocatively, looking back at me with mischievous eyes.

“Can we um…first.” She asked, playing with her hair in an innocent, little girl-like fashion.

I knew exactly what she was talking about, “Huh?”

“Well, uh…can we…can you um?” She stammered.

“Can I what?”

“Can we…um…oh come on!”

“I don’t understand.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, “Oh my god,” she grabbed my collar in both hands and leaned in closer to me, “I…want…sex!”

I smiled and stood up, spinning her around and wrapping my arms around her stomach, pulling her back tightly against me.

I put my head over her shoulder and she looked at me with hopeful eyes, “Well…”

I brought my head back and kissed up her neck. I always found it amusing why she liked that so much, “Maybe when we get back. Horny little devil.” I let go of her after a final squeeze and she practically collapsed on the corner of my bed, giving me a disappointed, almost hurt look.

"Don’t give me that look; just think how much better it will be in like an hour or so.” I said, smiling and heading for the door.

“That’s not much compensation. Wait for me!” she said, hurrying after me as I opened the door and then jumped back as Ashley spilled into the room. She quickly got to her feet and crossed her arms.

“You’re still dressed.” She said, somehow confused or even disappointed.

“Yes, we’re going to get some dinner.” I said to a negative noise from Oriana and I couldn’t help but smile a little.

“Oh…can I come with?”

“No.” we said in unison. I took Oriana’s hand and shouldered past my sister. We passed my parents, told them where we were going, and left. We headed for a local diner that we both liked. And after a pleasant hour or so we headed back and I made a mental note to do this sort of thing again, on the way home she was all over me. I don’t know what it was that I did or what, but she just wouldn’t stop touching on me and kissing the side of my face. She even started nibbling on my ear when we pulled out of the parking lot. I almost crashed twice when she snuck her hand into my pants.

“I need it so bad.” She had moaned, “You have no idea what it’s like…you’re just sitting there…and all I can think about is…uhn…hard.” I was glad she didn’t get out of her seat because I would have definitely smashed into something.

“Christ girl! Calm down!” I grunted as she squeezed my dick with the hand she had down my pants and I had to swerve out of the way of an oncoming truck. She didn’t even notice.

“I can’t…I can’t…I can’t.” She whispered in the ear she was biting. It just got worse from there; she started pushing on me, blind in passion.

“Oriana, please.” I pleaded. She wouldn’t stop, instead, she pushed more forcefully, squeezing me harder. I groaned and took my right hand off the wheel; I could drive with each single hand, and jammed it between her legs. She instantly stopped pushing but kept her mouth by my ear, her labored breathing driving me insane. I roughly rubbed her through her tight jeans, to her loud cries of joy.

“Harder, harder Tim!” she gasped, grabbing my wrist, forcing my hand harder against her.

“Oh thank God!” I sighed, swinging into the empty driveway. But this also presented a very serious problem. My parents were gone, yes, but I very highly doubted Ashley was as well. She was going to make things very difficult for Oriana and I.

“Oriana.” I said, getting her attention by ripping my hand from between her thighs. She made a disappointed whimpering noise and tried to grab it back, she didn’t seem to realize we were back home. “We have to be sneaky. Okay? We don’t want Ashley getting our way do we?”

She suddenly snapped back to attention, “No.”

“Good, can you keep yourself calm?”

She nodded, but I doubted she would. I opened the door and closed it softly behind me; she did the same and came around the car. All of a sudden she jumped up on me and I instinctively put a hand under her ass and behind her back, holding her up.

“Please…just take me now…I can’t take it anymore!” she gasped breathlessly. She was holding my face, staring into my eyes. Why did she have to get like this now? I tried to put her down but she reattached her arms around my neck and wouldn’t let go.

“Oriana please, lets just get inside first.” I said between the savage kisses she planted on my lips.

She pouted but thankfully let go of me. I gave her a little peck on the forehead and turned to open the door. She grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed. That was an unusual feeling! I whirled around and grabbed her arms, pinning them to her side.

“That’s it!” I said loudly in frustration. I had opened the door and now I leaned sideways and grabbed her around the waist. As I picked up this laughing and squealing bundle of lust, I could have sworn that a noise that I thought I heard before had now disappeared. Crap!

I turned sideways and carried her through the door, using her flailing feet to close it again; she did not want to be still.

“What are you going to do to me Tim?” she asked excitedly.

“Oh all kinds of stuff. Or if you have a special request…” she stopped moving and her eyes focused on something that couldn’t be seen, thinking.

“Do you remember that time I dressed up for you?” she asked.

“Yes.” I responded, putting her down.

“Do you remember what you did to me?”

Now it was my turn to look thoughtful, “Um I only kinda remember what you did to me. Traumatic as it was.”

She covered her mouth, trying desperately not to burst into laughter, “Oh ha that was funny.”

“No, it really wasn’t.”

“I have never been so full of cum in my life.” She said wistfully.

“I should hope not.”

She coughed, “Uhm yeah, but anyways. Remember you ate me out and made me cum like five times?”

“Oohh yeah. You want to try that again do you?”

She bit her lip and nodded, “Maybe break that record.” We kicked off our shoes as I started off towards my room, Oriana following along behind me. I noticed the bathroom door was almost totally open and so was Ashley’s door but no Ashley, not good. However I was focused on the task at hand and that was making my sexy little girlfriend cum more times than most would think possible, all with my mouth. And that’s why I didn’t turn when I heard a tiny squeak, sounding exactly like a loose floorboard.

There was an absence behind me suddenly, something had gone. I turned, confused and somehow Oriana was gone.

“The fuck?” I walked back into the hall and was just in time to see my sister’s door slam shut.

“NNOOO!” I yelled running up and slamming into the door in the hopes she had not locked it. I just ended up with a bruised shoulder.

“Ashley open the fucking door!” I raged.

“Is there a problem Timothy.” Ashley asked innocently, her voice muffled from the other side.

“No Ashley please!” I heard Oriana beg.

“Come on Ashley!”

“I’m done with you Tim, I’ve had you already. Even if I was denied my proper amount of time and attention. But now…now it’s her turn.” She started talking to Oriana now, “As I said before, you’re very, very much overdue.”



2009-06-09 00:10:22
Tish is Sarahs older sister. Patrica

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2008-08-09 04:31:57
who is tish? i think i missed something

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2008-06-14 16:29:39
To find any story written by Von Armand, just look at the list of top stories, find My Summer Boss 8, and click on Von Armand to bring up a list of all the stories written by him.


2008-04-19 17:48:14
Another great ending, as usual. Tish... a lot kinkier than I thought possible.



2008-03-24 00:14:14
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