An attractive, older woman with a voluptuous figure, including large 38DD breasts that capture attention. She exudes confidence and has a flirtatious personality. As a single mother, she has developed a close bond with her son and often seeks to maintain that closeness in their relationship. Despite the taboo nature of their actions, she appears to be comfortable exploring her desires and teasing her son in an explicit manner.

Janet felt her jaw drop a little as her eyes fixed on her sons manhood, it was years since she had seen it up close like this and she was stunned to see it was indeed as big as his dad's, if not a little bigger. In fact it even looked like his, she quit staring and moved her eyes up his body, taking in his well toned, fit body. She sucked on her bottom lip as she watched him dry himself she suddenly realized that looking at her son's body was turning her on.

She was brought out of her daydream by her son's compliment and comments about his friends, she had always wondered why he never brought any of his friends home anymore. Perhaps she was still a little drunk from the night before but a strange impulse came over her and she untied her robe and slipped it off "I guess I could use a quick rinse too" she said as she made for the shower, she stepped in and grabbed the hose, turning on the water but leaving the door wide open. A shower was the last thing on her mind, what she really wanted was to see how her son reacted to her naked body. "Which of your friends did you catch beating off over my picture? What did they say about me?" she asked as she dowsed her body with the warm water.

Izzy shook himself dry, before he watched her drop her towel and his jaw dropped slightly. Immediately any amount of life that had deflated from his manhood sprung back to life, and began to show the slick sheen of pre-cum on the tip. it was true, her mother was a bit older, but that didn't mean that she didn't look amazing, or have certain body parts that other women lacked. He knew that she had no trouble filling her bed, and he didn't blame them.

He really was silent for a while, before swallowing deeply. "Johnny... Jeremy, Nick... they all had their pants down or something whenever we would all be out swimming. They wouldn't shut up about what it would be to titty fuck you, or 'tear you up', or whatever stupid idiotwords they chose to shoot out of their disrespectful little mouths." He couldn't take his eyes off her form, she was like a goddess, full formed, and expertly crafted.

Janet turned her back to Izzy, keeping her head turned to look at him as she showed off her ass and sprayed the water down her back. "Those three? Wow... I had know idea she giggled." She had been watching her son's manhood from the corner of her eye and was pleased to see it had risen up a few degrees since she had gotten naked and was now fully horizontal, pointing straight at her.

"Why is it all guys want to titty fuck me?" she asked as she turned back to face her son, though she asked the question her wry smile told him she knew the answer. "And tear me up?" she repeated the phrase her son's friends have used "That sounds like fun" she laughed "I sure could use some of that today" she said with a sigh as she brought the shower head down to her groin and let the water was through the bush of black hair which lined her pussy.

Izzy shivered deeply as she obviously was teasing him. It was cruel, and very confusing to his socially disinclined eyes. He was used to women simply hinting at it, not being so completely blatant. At this moment, he wasn't sure if he was intruding on her shower, or if he was turned on by everything. His head, and his erection both felt like they were throbbing with confusion.

He shrugged, "Well... I guess it's because your boobs are bigger than most other women's, nicer... firmer..." He stuttered as he swallowed deeply. "I guess that they just imagine you being able to take more since... you're more seasoned in life or whatever they say." He said, once more gulping beneath the tension of her sweet, wet body.

Janet giggled as she turned off the water and stepped back out of the shower "Seasoned, yeah... I like how you put that, son" she said winking as she picked up a towel and began to lazily towel her body down, she was obviously in no hurry to dress. She glanced down again at his manhood and saw he was still really hard, she got wet at the thought that her body was having that effect on him. "So how's your love life, son? Have you got a girlfriend these days?" she asked holding out the towel to him and looking him directly in the eyes "Can you come and dry my back for me?"

Izzy almost hypnotically moved to towel off her body, his large erection pushing into her back as he reached to towel off every inch of her, spending an excessive amount of time on her full, shapely ass. He just shrugged, replying eventually to her statement. "Well... I simply don't go out too much, I am very picky, and most girls nowadays are gold diggers or too much drama, so I don't have many friends, and not really many girlfriends either." He admitted, before his erection poked between her legs, jolting at the sensation of her supple, warm skin.

Janet smiled to herself as her son dried her back and she felt his erection brushing against her skin. She got a real thrill from knowing her body excited her son so much. She had always been close to Izzy and had done her best to make him comfortable at home with her, after her husband leaving her son had been the only constant man in her life and although she hadn't ever consciously thought of him in a sexual way before today, she always worked to keep him close to her. She was naturally pleased when he got into a local college, meaning he could live at home while he studied, her only concern then was that he might meet a girl and move out with her.

Janet bent herself a little and wiggled her ass as she felt her son's cock brush over it, she moaned softly as she felt it slide between her legs and against the moist lips of her pussy, she moved her legs together a little so that her thighs hugged his thick member. She leaned back against her son, turning her head and smiling at him. "We've always got by with just each other baby, and that's all we need" she said reiterating the idea she always impressed upon him.

Izzy's heart began to race, seeing this full bodied woman before him, basically begging him to take her. He had never been in a situation with such taboo, nor with a woman that knew exactly what she was doing. When she pushed her ass back, he instinctively pressed forward, spreading the moist lips with his throbbing member. For just a moment he was inside of her. As she lay there against him, his heart raced faster than he had ever known.

He had always admired his mother. Her figure, her form, her confidence, overall this lead her to be much more appealing and desirable than any average woman would be. To be quite honest, the only thing that was on his mind was taking her, not as a mother, but as a lover. Yet, he knew that nothing would be right about it, and no one would accept such an unholy union. "Yes... we don't need anyone else..."

Janet gave out a deep but quiet moan as she felt her son poke his cock up inside her. She lifted her hand and pulled his head down to hers, kissing him on the lips in a way never had before, more like a lover than a son as her hand took one of his and pressed it to her breast. She guided his hand to rub her breast in a motion that she loved as her tongue slid into his mouth and played with his. She bent herself over, pushing her ass back against his cock and spreading her legs wider to allow him deeper inside, leaning over and resting her hands on the bathroom sink to support herself. She looked back at her son "Come on now son, fuck me" she urged him as she longed to experience that feeling of his long, thick member pounding in and out of her just like his dad's used to.


A young man with a well-toned and fit body, resembling his father in terms of physical appearance. He is somewhat inexperienced in relationships and has a preference for genuine connections over superficial ones. Izzy tends to be more reserved and socially disinclined, making him cautious when it comes to dating. Despite the confusion he feels regarding his attraction to his mother, he seems unable to resist her advances due to their close bond and her alluring presence.

Izzy's heart began to race, seeing this full bodied woman before him, basically begging him to take her. He had never been in a situation with such taboo, nor with a woman that knew exactly what she was doing. When she pushed her ass back, he instinctively pressed forward, spreading the moist lips with his throbbing member. For just a moment he was inside of her. As she lay there against him, his heart raced faster than he had ever known.

He had always admired his mother. Her figure, her form, her confidence, overall this lead her to be much more appealing and desirable than any average woman would be. To be quite honest, the only thing that was on his mind was taking her, not as a mother, but as a lover. Yet, he knew that nothing would be right about it, and no one would accept such an unholy union. "Yes... we don't need anyone else..."


A shy and self-conscious person with low confidence. He seems to be socially awkward and nervous around others, especially women like Kamila. He is a "femboy" and has a slender build. He lacks experience with flirting or sexual encounters and tends to blush easily when confronted with suggestive situations. Despite his shyness, he is polite and tries not to make anyone uncomfortable.

"...okay." Michelle didn't really know how else to answer that, he didn't even want to step inside the house out of fear of annoying her. But, she pulled him inside, and just looking at her was intoxicating to him. She had no fear of her body. She would notice him eyeing up her curves, and blinking quickly to put his attention back on her face to not seem like a perv as earlier when they last met. "I-Uhh... I-I don't mean to interrupt your evening, I just came here to get this and go."

"Ah... alright, then" Kamila answered, her voice sounding a bit dejected. "Are you sure you don't want to stay for a little bit? Supper perhaps, or the like?" She was a tad bit lonely, and Michelle had such a cute and nice looking body.

"Ah... if the outfit is a bit... er, much for you..." she continued, realizing exactly how she appeared to the bashful femboy. He wasn't one of those uptight, socially conservative people was he? "...I can change into something that covers up more?"

"Oh, nononono!" Michelle quickly told her, shaking his head. "You don't need to change, it's alright. I-I just don't want to make you uncomfortable." He admitted. "I, uh... Well, I-I'm not so good at talking, and, um... I'm always worried about making s-someone uncomfortable." Even now, he was staring at her feet, and started doing that upon hearing how dejected her voice got when he neglected her offers. He was one giant ball of anxiety and clearly lacked confidence in himself. "I-I'm sorry, I, uh... did-didn't mean to make you feel bad." He held his hands together, with his grip tightening to the point she would notice how red they were getting; squeezing the blood out of his fingers like they were a stress ball.

"I, uh... I-I guess dinner would be nice." He admitted, blushing a bit.

"Apologies, if I'm making you uncomfortable... ah, I know!" Kamila said, reaching out and grabbing Michelle by his hand and pulling him along into her TV room, where a large yoga mat was laid out and the TV was paused on a yoga video. "Perhaps, you'd like to try a little bit with me first? I'm sure you'll find it very calming and relaxing. If you'd like, you can borrow one of my workout outfits."

There was a pause, and she smiled a tad nervously. "The bottoms would probably fit you nicely. You do have very nice hips and thighs. The top, well..." there was a small giggle as she propped up her breasts a bit with her hands.

Michelle let Kamila drag him into the other room, curious by what she had in mind. When he saw that she wanted him to try out yoga with her, he didn't quite know how to respond or act. Why would she wanna do yoga with him? He's been nothing but a nervous wreck since he entered this door, and they only met today. Her offer of wearing her clothing also seemed... well, nice, actually. At least until she propped up her breasts with her hands. Then she would see him blush slightly, and let out a nervous chuckle.

"Oh... hehe... Well, uh, thank you." He replied to her compliment of his hips and thighs. "Yours... do too?" He tried complimenting back, sounding unsure of if that was the right thing or not.

The woman gave him a gently smile back. "Thank you." Opening a drawer, she took out a pair of gray sweatpants to hand to Michelle. It looked like they would fit him snugly. Of course, there would be a bit of a bulge in the front, but Kamila seemed to not mind such at all.

She was a bit of a loss for the top, though, since all of hers had a a bit of a pocket in the front for her breasts that would look a bit awkward on the femboy. "I guess you keep your shirt on?" she asked, putting away another top that wouldn't work. "Or you could always go bare..." The last part was added with a bit of a wink.

Michelle gave them a look, and couldn't help but notice the bulge. And Kamila's comment, with her flirtatious wink, made him blush even more. This woman... really didn't care if he had any perverted thoughts, did she? For hard as he tried, the effort was for nothing. She wasn't going to judge. "You'd... be okay with that?" He asked her, wanting to make sure. It wasn't as if she was making him uncomfortable, he was just trying really hard to not make her uncomfortable.

His rigid-body, his stuttering, his glances to the ground to avoid any eye-contact with her, the blushing, Michelle was a very, very, very self-conscious man with very little confidence in himself.

"Of course!" Kamila exclaimed, with a giggle. "In fact, if it'd make you feel better, I could ditch my top as well?" she added in, with a wink. "Think of it as a softcore set... of course, I promise I won't go after your privates or anything like that. But, darling, it does look like you could use some limbering up." He looked stiff, to her, and not just right now. From when he was helping her move things in the day before, she could see how stiff his movements had been.

"O-Oh." The offer took Michelle off guard. Like he'd seen another woman's breasts before. At least, that's what he thought she meant. "I-I mean... I just, uh..." He suddenly became speechless, unsure of what to say, about her, her offer, or how stiff he was. He took a deep breath, and exhaled, trying to compose himself again. "I-I'm sorry." He finally said, putting his hands into fists lightly, and placing his knuckles together under his chin. "I, uh... I've never been good at... Well, t-talking, and I get n-nervous easily, and-and uh... I-I don't try talking much or-or being seen much. S-So I-I-I'm not used to you being... W-Well nice, I guess."

"Ahh... I'm making you uncomfortable, sorry" Kamila apologized, relenting in her teasing when she saw just how out of place it was making the boy. "Well... I can try to help you with that, if you don't mind. There's no reason for me not to be nice, or such! I guess... I'm just very used to being open and flirty with people."

"Well..." Michelle blushed slightly, putting his head down slightly. "I, uh... I do like it." He admitted. He wasn't used to someone being so openly flirty with him, as he was... Well a twig of a man. He had no idea if anyone found him attractive or not. "I'm just not really used to it. No one's really..." He cleared this throat, not wanting to sound pervy if he continued this train of thought. "About yoga!"

"Alright then" she gently smiled, taking a step back. Lifting her arms up, she pulled her yoga top off and tossed it to the side, letting her hefty breasts plop free so she was topless just like he was. Taking his hand, she had him sit down and plopped down behind him. "First... hands in front, legs spread, how far can you bend forward without bending your knees?" she asked, placing her hands on his upper back and gently pushing to help.

Michelle kept blushing, especially as she actually threw her shirt off. He looked away for a moment, shy to actually see her in such an exposed state. He had never seen a woman do that for him. To be so open in front of a stranger like that. It made him feel... oddly welcomed by her. He looked back, casually staring at her breasts as she approached him. He took deep, slow breathes to keep calm and act normal. Don't do anything inappropriate, and let her do her thing.

He got into position, bending forward to an acute angle. She would feel tension in his back, as the moment he hit the point he couldn't bend anymore, it felt parts of his joints bend backwards like they wanted to go in reverse.


A confident and flirtatious woman who is comfortable with her body. She is someone who enjoys physical activity such as yoga and is in good shape. She is also friendly and hospitable, offering Michelle dinner and inviting him to try yoga with her. Her appearance is curvy.

Michelle kept blushing, especially as she actually threw her shirt off. He looked away for a moment, shy to actually see her in such an exposed state. He had never seen a woman do that for him. To be so open in front of a stranger like that. It made him feel... oddly welcomed by her. He looked back, casually staring at her breasts as she approached him. He took deep, slow breathes to keep calm and act normal. Don't do anything inappropriate, and let her do her thing.

He got into position, bending forward to an acute angle. She would feel tension in his back, as the moment he hit the point he couldn't bend anymore, it felt parts of his joints bend backwards like they wanted to go in reverse.

Feeling Michelle hit his limit and start to push back, Kamila let him. She plopped back onto her plush rump to catch him, letting him fall back against her chest. Her breasts were soft, and her large nipples pressed into his bare back as she reflexively wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Oops!" she said, honestly and bashfully, letting go of his waist. "Ah... you're a fair bit more stiff than I thought. We'll have to work you through some simpler exercises to limber you out first."


A cheerful and energetic seven-year-old girl with shoulder-length blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She is innocent, trusting, and open to new experiences, as demonstrated by her decision to spend the day naked after hearing about its potential benefits from her friends. Her easygoing nature allows her to engage in conversations nonchalantly, even during intimate moments.

Amanda skipped through the house. She had an energetic spring in her step, and her shoulder-length blonde hair bounced with each step. Humming a cheerful little tune as she walked toward the bathroom. Stopping and looking at her brother and father, her blue eyes sparkling. "I'm gonna take a shower. See you in a bit." She stretches before she continues on. The only strange thing about the whole scene is that the young seven-year-old girl was completely nude already. Not because she took her clothes off in her room or didn't have any clean ones, but because her friends had talked about how easy it was to sleep naked, so after the first night she decided to see how it felt to be naked as often as she could. Making her way to the bathroom and getting the water to a preferred temperature before hopping in happily.

Alex slightly shyly watched his sister skipping naked through the house. He was at the age where all girls were starting to look appealing, his cum was starting to change from a clearish to white color, and his thoughts were on trying to put his dick inside a girl. He had seen a couple of boys at his school experimentally putting it in each other, so he knew what he needed to do.. he just didn't find the other boys attractive. So when his dad went off to his bedroom for whatever reason, Alex swiftly undressed and, before he could chicken out, crept into the bathroom. His sister always forgot to lock the door, so he used that to his advantage. He entered quietly, shutting and locking the door, and spent a little while just enjoying watching his sister happily soaping and covering herself in water and suds, her body promising to be tight, her butt looking perfect for breeding like the boys said it was for. He bit his lip and shyly got in the shower behind his sister, who, to his surprise, didn't seem to get upset.

Amanda was focused on cleaning herself up, washing herself from top to bottom as Alex came in. Sighing happily as she enjoyed her baths, she finally spotted Alex as his feed splashed the water in the shower with her. "Oh. Did you wanna take a shower too, Bro?" She turned around quickly and without a care in the world. "You know what one of the coolest things about being naked all the time is." Innocently jumping into a conversation. "I don't have to waste time when I take a bath or gotta pee." She grins as she goes back to cleaning. Taking the cloth and rubbing her little slit clean. She wanted to clean her legs, so she had to turn around again to lean down or she would bump her head on her brother. "So glad Erin told me about sleeping naked." She nonchalantly throws out that she had been sleeping naked already.

Alex bit his lip, seeing his sister's firm perky ass so close to his cock was making him rock hard. He knew it was wrong to want his kid sister like this, but she was too innocent and cute to ignore. He gently started to slide his hands over her body, on the pretense of helping her wash. After a few moments, he started to use his fingers and thumb to slowly stretch his sister's butt open, taking it a little bit at a time so she wouldn't get too scared or resist him.. and she chatted away. Only a slight flush in her cheeks suggested her body.. if not her.. knew what was going on. He bit his lip and decided now was as good a time as any and gently guided the head of his cock against her ass, and pushed it in slowly. It was a REALLY tight fit, but it felt more like she was made for him, her body yielding to his desires as he pushed deeper inside her. He gently gripped her hips to keep her steady.. he wanted to cum, he didn't want to hurt her.

Amanda sat back up when Alex's hand started to roam her body. "Huh? You are gonna wash me?" She grinned and let him do as he wanted. Figuring he was just being a doting brother for once. Though he spent an odd amount of time on her butt. "Hey. Why are you... ooh." She let out a coo as he messed with her butt. Not sure what he was doing, but when he pressed his cock's head against her, she squirmed. "What are you doing Alex?" She seemed confused. Her body relaxed enough to let him inside. "Owie... Alex... that stings." She frowned a bit as he pushed in. "It feels weird... why are you doing this?" She peeked over her shoulder as her butt tried to squeeze him out instinctively.

Alex gently quieted his sister, gently moving a little bit in and out, getting her body used to him before he started pushing deeper. He murmured softly, "Because you're really cute and it feels good... you trust me, don't you? Haven't I always taken care of you whenever dad worked late.. cuddled you when you watched that movie you shouldn't have.." He murmured all softly, coaxing his sister to relax, trust him, and let him just have what he needed, his body already starting to feel less like it was rejecting him and more pleasurable. He moaned very softly and resisted his urge to ram deep inside.. something other boys warned him about... if you wanna make sure it feels good and they don't reject you... don't force it.

"I... I didn't say I didn't trust you... just... it's uncomfortable. I feel... full." Amanda complained about it a little as she tried to focus on the feeling. Her body was not used to the feeling, but his words made her relax a bit. She leaned back into Alex as she tried to calm her breathing. "So... I'm cute... hehe." She blushed deeply as she did her best to give her body to the feelings.

Alex gently slid his hands over his sister's flat chest, his breathing a little heavy as he slowly pushed his cock deeper into his sister's butt. It definitely was a slightly rougher sensation than the boys at school said it was, but it still felt so good. He gently caressed his hands over his sister's chest, stomach, and between her thighs, murmuring, "Oh shut up. l-like you didn't know you were cute.." he nuzzled her neck softly then decided if he was going to have sex with her she deserved at least the same as what the boys in school did. He gently tilted her head back and kissed her on the mouth, softly claiming both her first time and her first kiss. He blushed a little bit, their heights not too much different, his cock filling her butt to capacity, unable to get any deeper inside her. He panted, chuckling softly, "This feels really good for me... I wanna do it every day."

Amanda enjoyed the hands roaming her body, and she blinked as he said she knew she was cute. "Y-Yeah... I guess, but it's nice to hear it." She let out a little whimper as he pushes deeper inside and doesn't resist when he turns her head. Her eyes went wide as Alex kissed her. Closing shortly after in order to focus on the kiss, able to take it easier with the distraction. Feeling her insides completely full, she lets out a moan. "Alex... I feel full... and funny." Her butt was squeezing on him as he sat all the way inside of her.

Standing there, almost balls deep in his sister's butt, Alex was kind of at a bit of a loss. This was his first time too, and watching some of the experienced boys play didn't really give him much of an idea of how to make a girl feel good. He softly kissed his sister again, then started to experiment, softly kissing at her cheeks, her neck, and her shoulders. He gently bit her ear, then her neck as well, trying to find things that made girls feel good. From her reaction, he could tell she liked being kissed on the mouth at least... she had kinda kissed him back, so he started gently kissing her lips again, softly gripping the back of her neck to keep the kiss going. He softly started to prod her lips and teeth with his tongue, since it felt like the right thing to do next.

She kissed him back when he continued it. Amanda feeling him break the kiss, she blushed as his mouth explored her. Stretching as he kissed her neck. The nibble on her ear making her gasp as he traced down. Shuddering as her neck was chewed on. Her insides squeezing down on his shaft. Finding his lips again as he moved back in for a kiss. Not pulling away in the slightest as her eyes closed. Enjoying the intimate kiss. Feeling his tongue press on her mouth, she opens her eyes again. Looking into his for some intention before opening her mouth.

When he felt his sister's mouth open, Alex slid his tongue deep inside, exploring and playfully seeking her tongue. Meanwhile, he started to grind ever so slightly against her bare butt, his cock throbbing with need, but his protective instincts wanting to make sure she was ready before he fucked her. Alex gently slid his hands between her thighs and found the entrance to her slit, and was immediately curious about it, starting to rub and gently prod his fingers inside it, not sure what it was for but curious if it would make her feel good. It felt very warm to the touch, just like the rest of her body, and he kissed her harder, tongue still seeking and exploring her mouth.

Amanda let out a moan as her brother's tongue entered her mouth. Her face flushed even more, and a gasp was muffled by their lips. Her body reacted to his attention. When his hands started playing with her pussy, her butt squeezed down on him in response. Her heated breath exchanging with Alex's as their tongues continued to dance with each other. "That... Alex my privates feels tingly." Breaking the kiss for a moment. "And... haa... I don't know, but... my head is fuzzy." She looked at him with a dazed expression before initiating the kiss again. Her body pushing against him as though she didn't know any other way to react to what he was doing to her.


A young teenage boy who is going through puberty and experiencing new desires. He is attracted to girls his age and finds himself curious about intimate encounters. Despite knowing that certain actions may be morally wrong, he struggles to control his urges. However, he also has a protective side, as he wants to ensure the comfort and well-being of his sister during their intimate moments together.

When he felt his sister's mouth open, Alex slid his tongue deep inside, exploring and playfully seeking her tongue. Meanwhile, he started to grind ever so slightly against her bare butt, his cock throbbing with need, but his protective instincts wanting to make sure she was ready before he fucked her. Alex gently slid his hands between her thighs and found the entrance to her slit, and was immediately curious about it, starting to rub and gently prod his fingers inside it, not sure what it was for but curious if it would make her feel good. It felt very warm to the touch, just like the rest of her body, and he kissed her harder, tongue still seeking and exploring her mouth.


A female who is a bit on the softer side and has a slight bit of belly. She wears loose, fluffy, flowing outfits to hide her body shape. She has cerulean blue eyes and admires Aika's body from an artist's perspective. She is shy but also coy and playful when interacting with Aika. When receiving a massage from Aika, she moans suggestively and becomes aroused by it.

Yuzu gave a coy smile as Aika unintentionally said she'd join her in the shower, but otherwise didn't comment on it. As she showered Yuzu wondered what would happen. Surely Aika was getting undressed right now. Would she actually come in after her? She seemed like the type who was usually opposed to anything lewd or intimate. Perhaps she would have to be more proactive than just expecting the girl to slip in on her own initiative.

Suddenly Aika would see the shower door split open a bit, a pair of aquamarine eyes catching her gaze, "Hey Aika-chan... I was thinking..." she mused, a light blush dusting the small sliver of the girl's cheeks that the futa could see from here, "This place is pretty old and cheap right?" she continued, her body pressed so close to the glass that Aika could see a perfect outline of her body despite not seeing her naked directly. If she got closer she might even be able to see Yuzu's curves pressed against the glass, "Well, there's no telling how much hot water we actually have. And I'd hate for it to run out for you because I took too long..." she said, "So maybe it'd be better if we just showered together? Just to be safe..." she cooed. It was perhaps the most thinly veiled excuse to invite the girl into the shower with her possible, but there was something kind of precious about the way Yuzu blushed and her body nervously swayed behind the door as she said it.

"Oh... oh..." Aika turned as she heard Yuzu. She made sense didn't she? Personally she would rather wait, but a hot shower was preferred, especially after tonight. They were both females were they not? She had taken baths with other women. But she was not one now, well she is. She is very much one, just... just... She looked at Yuzu, her concerns evident in her face. Then nodding, she walked closer to the shower stall. At least it was big enough for the both of them. After all it was a love hotel. Removing her towel, she hung it on a hook on the wall.

She was not as well-endowed as Yuzu but she was built like a dancer. Her C cups perky and nipples already stiffened, although she did not seemed to have noticed them. Her skin was flawless and was a healthy glow. She covered her cock modestly as she entered the shower. "Would you like me to wash your back?"

Yuzu slid the door open to invite Aika into the shower, unable to hide her blatant gawking as the girl revealed her body. She was so slender and toned, a contrast to Yuzu who's mostly sedentary field left her on the softer side, even a slight bit of belly. It was actually one of the reasons she often wore loose, fluffy, flowing outfits. Cerulean blue eyes traced the futa from head to toe, her expression clearly showing how she admired her body. Though it wasn't just from an attraction stand point, as an artist she could also appreciate the shapes and lines of her form. In a way Aika herself was a work of art, she'd love to be able to use her as a model, especially with her more... unique features...

She managed a small giggle when the girl shyly covered up her crotch, "You don't have to cover it up you know. I've already seen it right?" she said. It was a bit too late for Aika to be acting bashful about her body considering Yuzu had already licked her cock up and down like a lollipop, in the middle of a crowd no less, "Plus I don't think you should be so embarrassed about something so beautiful..." she cooed, before suddenly stepping back and covering up her own sensitive spots with her arms, "If anyone should be embarrassed it's me. I haven't shown myself to anyone else before. Oh my, I'm supposed to be tiny and cute, but since I quit my diet I've started to swell up all over. How shameful, please don't look..." she said in mock bashfulness, turning her back to Aika as if try and hide herself, but in truth just offering herself to the girl's suggestion, "I wouldn't mind..." she said in response to Aika's offer to wash her back, casting an alluring look back over her shoulder at the futa, "Though only if you'll let me wash your front in exchange..." she added coyly.

Walking into the shower, Aika kept quiet as she turned Yuzu around. It was mainly to hide her embarrassment to being naked in front of the girl. They were both quite short and they were perhaps about the same height. Reaching towards the liquid shower wash, she starts to massage Yuzu's back. She was quite firm, but adjusted her grip according to Yuzu's reaction. Despite that however, she asks, "is it too hard? Or would you prefer it a little harder?" Aika was very good at it, in fact, too good. Previously she had taken up a course to do massage. It was initially her first idea of a job. It was also sort of medically related. She was sort of naive then, not that she still wasn't. The girls at the place she first worked at did not have any massage training, and clients often asked for special services. She left there pretty quick.

She continued to move down Yuzu's back, her technique good even if they lacked experience. She would reach for the soap every once in a while, using both palm, fingers and thumb to get into Yuzu's muscles. What she did not notice was that she was soon getting an erection and was accidentally teasing Yuzu with it. Soon, she moved back a little and bent a little as she started to massage Yuzu's waist and hips.

Yuzu would let out small little grunts and moans as Aika's fingers worked into her back. It was a little bit of pain admittedly, and she initially clenched up a little at Aika's firm touch, but her soft mewling would quickly start to take on a more pleasant, and suggestive, tone. It was clear the girl didn't get massaged often, and that she carried a lot of tension in her back and shoulders, thanks to slumping over her desk all day. Despite how soft the girl was elsewhere, the muscles on her back were pretty tight, though Aika was able to loosen her up pretty well, and she could feel the girl start to melt in pleasure from it, "It's alright. I didn't realize you'd have such strong hands. I kind of like it. You can go as hard as you like, do whatever you want with me..." she cooed, her back not the only thing loosening up, something other than shower water starting to drip down her thighs.

"Mmf! Mmmnn..." she mewled as Aika hit a particularly sensitive spot on her lower back, the futa's thumbs pressing into the tiny dimples there. Yuzu's moans were becoming more and more suggestive as Aika's soapy hands danced across her body, which she might have been playing up a little, especially after she felt something long and hard press against her, "Mmmn, you're really good at this, I feel like I might just melt down the drain..." she cooed, wriggling her hips a little in Aika's hands. Suddenly Yuzu would lean forward herself, bracing a hand against the wall, sticking her butt out into Aika's massaging palms, her plump cheeks filling the futa's hands nicely, "Aika-chan... you know there's also a spot a little lower that's been a bit tight lately... do you think you could do, what is is called? a 'deep tissue' massage...?" she asked, seemingly requesting a "special service" not unlike the clients at her old massage parlor. Though hopefully Yuzu's offer was more tempting than some skeezy old man's.


A futanari woman who has a dancer's build and is described as being well-toned and slender. She has C cup breasts that are perky and nipples that become stiffened when she removes her towel to enter the shower with Yuzu. She is skilled at giving massages, having taken up a course for it previously. She seems somewhat naive, having worked at a massage parlor where clients often asked for special services before leaving quickly.

Walking into the shower, Aika kept quiet as she turned Yuzu around. It was mainly to hide her embarrassment to being naked in front of the girl. They were both quite short and they were perhaps about the same height. Reaching towards the liquid shower wash, she starts to massage Yuzu's back. She was quite firm, but adjusted her grip according to Yuzu's reaction. Despite that however, she asks, "is it too hard? Or would you prefer it a little harder?" Aika was very good at it, in fact, too good. Previously she had taken up a course to do massage. It was initially her first idea of a job. It was also sort of medically related. She was sort of naive then, not that she still wasn't. The girls at the place she first worked at did not have any massage training, and clients often asked for special services. She left there pretty quick.

She continued to move down Yuzu's back, her technique good even if they lacked experience. She would reach for the soap every once in a while, using both palm, fingers and thumb to get into Yuzu's muscles. What she did not notice was that she was soon getting an erection and was accidentally teasing Yuzu with it. Soon, she moved back a little and bent a little as she started to massage Yuzu's waist and hips.


A 26 years old man caught in a challenging situation, yet his resilience suggests an inner strength and determination. Despite being frequently belittled and treated poorly by his superior, he manages to maintain his composure, hinting at a patient and enduring personality. His ability to seize an opportunity for turning the tables on Jamie shows resourcefulness and strategic thinking.

Doug only smiled when she fell on the floor, and still when he pushed her back down when she tried to stand up. He was pretty surprised at how little she wore underneath the robe. At her words, he shook his head.

"No. I told you to apologize to your master, which is how you'll refer to me from now on, unless other people are around." He said. "Try it again. And this time, make me try and believe you're sincere. I don't care if you are sincere, or if you hate my guts, but every time I order you to do something, you'll do it as if it's the most important task in the world, and you're lucky to be allowed to do so."

Upon hearing Doug's orders Jamie sighed and did her best not to roll her eyes. Instead, she focused on glaring at his knees, which were pretty close to her line of vision. Jamie dug into herself and thought of the most pleasant sounding voice she could muster, that was not abrasive and bossy. Clearing her throat, Jamie settled back on her knees and looked up at Doug who simply looked at her. "My master, can you please forgive me sir?" Internally, Jamie was smacking herself across the face, but outwardly, Jamie let her eyes grow wide and her lips frown. She was trying only her best to sound sincere as she sat in the middle of her kitchen buck naked and slightly chilly.

Doug had to praise Jamie's acting ability. She did rather well at it. He crossed his arms, as he said "Perhaps if you show me where you keep your sex toys, Jamie, I will. Because I know you have them. Or, if not, you can go back to your office, clad the way you are now, and empty the closet there. Your choice." He was rather certain she had been lying before. Still, if she didn't, he wondered if he could make himself pull through with it. He'd probably stop her once she was about a block away, he guessed. "Oh, and you may be tempted to clean the orange juice you dropped off your body, but don't even attempt it."

Jamie closed her eyes, angry. However, secretly she was happy he did not catch her slip from earlier. "I'll show you the room if you'd let me get up... sir." She added the last part afraid he would push or spank her again. She was still sore from yesterday. "And this orange juice is getting very sticky. May I please clean up, master?" Jamie lowered her gaze to his shoes now, ashamed she was asking her secretary these questions. Just yesterday, she had him handcuffed and begging for release. Now he had her on the floor, in a mess, begging to be cleaned up. Jamie's frown deepened at the thought.

Doug nodded. "You're allowed to get up." He said. When she asked to clean herself up, he smiled. Apparently she thought he had meant 'not unless she asked' instead of 'not at all'. "No. You dropped it, you can clean it off on your own time. Either that, or when it starts annoying me. Now, get up, or I'll make you crawl there." he continued. He didn't push her as she stood up. When she walked towards wherever she had her sex toy closet, he took a look around the house. Much better than his own apartment. Maybe he'd stay here for the three months she had until he'd stop blackmailing her.

Jamie got up off the kitchen floor, knees sore from the hard tile she sat on. She proceeded to walk to her bedroom through the hallway and scratched at a piece of dried orange juice on her arm. Opening the door, she entered and walked over to her closet. It was a walk in closet, big enough to fit a bed inside. However, instead of a shoe collection, Jamie had a sex toy collection. Furry handcuffs, riding crops, paddles, vibrators, eggs, anal plugs, mouth gags and other assorted items lined one side of the wall on shelves. Jamie waived a hand to the shelves, face blushing. She had no idea why she was ashamed to show him the things in this closet rather than the ones at work.

Doug smiled as he looked through the closet. "How often have you been on the receiving end of these?" He asked her, talking about all the toys in general, not just any particular ones. He already made plans for the eggs and plugs to be used at work, but currently he started with taking a pair of handcuffs. "Give me your hands." He said, snapping one of the manacles around her hand, before pulling her to the bed, and tying her to one of the bed legs, having her need to either keep her ass up high in the air, the position he forced her into, or to sit down. "Don't move unless I help you do so." He said, making her push her ass up until it was at a rather uncomfortable height for her, but perfect for what he had been planning. He pulled her legs apart, then went into the closet. "Give me a number between 10 and 50." He said.

Jamie heard Doug ask her about how many times she'd been on the receiving end of the toys, she looked at him confused, not entirely sure what he meant. She really only ever used the nipple clamps and vibrator on herself. However, the other items were for her ex-boyfriend. He loved being the submissive in the bedroom, even though he was highly looked upon in the medical field. Jamie snapped out of her thoughts when Doug placed a handcuff on her hand. Dragging her to the bed, she struggled at first but then let him cuff her hand to one of the bedposts. He forced her on all fours with her legs apart, ass in the air. After he told her to pick a number, Jamie closed her eyes and bit her lips. "Forty?"

Doug was annoyed at the fact that she didn't answer his question. He took out a riding crop and said. "Alright. Even, so riding crop, and 40, so 20 on each side. Plus 5 in the middle, because you didn't answer my question. Now, listen up well, since this is important. I'm going to hit you with this riding crop, and every time I hit you, you're going to ask me to to do the rest. So, for instance, after the first on your right side, you'd say 'please spank my right buttcheek 19 more times, master.'. Feel free to variate a little, though. Also, every time you lose count, I'm going to make you have to start over, understood?" He asked her, before letting the riding crop come down on her left asscheek.

After the first swat on her left butt cheek, Jamie gasped. "You didn't give me a chance to answer you sir! I was still thinking—" And another swat to her left butt cheek stopped her sentence. She kept quiet then fearing that he was starting over. Her ass already felt sore enough. "19 left. Master, please spank my other cheek," Jamie said almost too quietly. However, she was loud enough to be heard. Her head was bent downwards, facing away from Doug—so he would not see her red-hot face.

"Then answer me more quickly next time." Doug said. He was almost tempted to repeat for her taking so long, but decided against it. He wanted her to learn that obeying him didn't make it any worse than it would be. He continued spanking her, sometimes listening to which place she asked him to spank, sometimes not. After the 8th time he spanked her, he hit her cunt with it for the first time. the next two times he did the same, but, as he knew she was likely bracing herself the fourth time, he gave her another slap on her ass, first, before doing the one on her cunt in quick succession, hoping to bring her off-count.

Jamie kept up with the count, focusing on the numbers. It is what kept her from screaming in frustration. Then Doug swat her snatch four quick times, Jamie squealed. She could not believe how painful and pleasing it felt. She was going to brace herself for the fifth one, but he swatted her butt cheek instead. Then he hit her cunt again, Jamie squealed again, her pussy starting to drip with sweat and pre-cum. Jamie's ass shivered and burned at the same time. "Master! Please, spank my right cheek," Jamie was actually sounding like a person in need now. The pleading in her voice was loud and clear.

Doug smiled, liking the sight of Jamie quivering like this, her pussy burning, but dripping at the same time. He moved his hand over, and ran the crop over her lower lips. "How many do you have left?" He asked her, "How many in total?" he waited for her to answer, not showing her anything about whether she was right or not. "and, I want a quick answer now, how many of the toys have you used on yourself, or were used on you so far?" He asked shortly after her answer.

"There are 11 more for each cheek sir." Jamie said keeping her voice in check. She took several deep breaths before saying, "I've used only the vibrators and nipple clamps master. The rest were for my ex." Jamie's knees and elbows shook, tired from the work they were doing. Jamie bit her lips and peeked over to Doug. "May I please rest master?" Jamie shifted her right leg slightly moving it closer to her left one by an inch.

Doug smiled at her reaction. It seemed that, once she got the hang of it, she wasn't too bad at being submissive. At her last question, he smiled, and said "Why should I let you rest? You haven't shown me any extra effort beyond that what was required of you. Why should I be more lenient towards you." he brought the crop down on her left buttcheek, close to the middle. If she'd give her reasoning, he'd spank her other ass in mid-sentence, then let her finish afterwards. At the very least, he'd wait for a bit after the second one.

"Because I've obeyed you—" Jamie clinched her cheeks together when Doug swatted her bottom again. "That's 10 left on each cheek master," Jamie said. She sighed and then put her head down, hair falling in her face as she prepared herself for the next hit. Biting her lips again, Jamie opened her mouth to finish her next sentence. "I've obeyed you this far sir that has to count for something!"

"Indeed, it does. It makes me refrain from going against my own words. I could easily spank you as many times as I want, wherever I want, and you couldn't stop me." He said, tapping the end of the spanking tool against her cunt lightly. "If you had obeyed me from the start, maybe. Now, you'll have to put in more effort to get any privileges." he spanked her again, and again, until there was one left, on her right. "Well, considering you've obeyed this well so far, I guess I can take one off the list." he said. "Have a nice little rest. I'll be back in a bit." he left the room, checking out the entire house, so she wouldn't have the advantage should she try and fight. He came back half an hour later. "Mouth, ass, or pussy?" he asked her, giving no context whatsoever.

Jamie whimpered once the riding crop was placed against her cunt yet again. Her pussy wet still she waited for the final blow to her bottom. But it never landed. Doug left the room without telling her how long he would be gone. She was starting to think he left and began to struggle with the handcuffs around her hand. Just when she was going to try and find away to break the bedpost, Doug entered her bedroom. Jamie sat cross legged on the bed now. Previously she lay down for the first twenty minutes, resting.

"Wh—I mean..." Jamie swallowed and wondered what he was going to do with whatever response he gave her. "Mouth? Master." Jamie bit her lip before frowning, trying to adjust her body to see his. The handcuffs clinked on the bedpost and she wondered if he would untie her since her wrist was chaffed and sore from her clinching and moving.

Doug smiled when he entered, and she answered him rather swiftly. Although it did sound more like she was asking him a question. "Mouth it is, then." He said, heading to the closet once again. When he returned, he had a blindfold, and some things behind his back. He tied the blindfold around her head, before telling her "Open wide, and put your tongue out.". After she did, he'd make something roll over her tongue, wettening it. If she didn't take proper care of it she could taste, or otherwise she might feel, what it was: A butt plug. He made her lube it up, before pulling it out. "So your move will be the only thing that's free. Be sure to have some good use come of it." He pushed her forwards, and moved the buttplug to her behind. He didn't tell her to relax, and just forced it in. If she were to relax, she'd only make it easier for herself.

He released her hands from the manacles after pushing the buttplug in, before pushing her on her back. His finger was on the top of the plug, toying with it lightly. "Beg for it, slut. Beg for me to fuck you."

Jamie watched as Doug went into her closet and returned with a blindfold. He tied it around her eyes before she could peek at what was behind his back. She didn't dare try and pull it off. While she secretly found a small amount of pleasure in his spanking, he did not hold back his strength. At his order to open her mouth, she did so and tasted something plastic and cold enter her mouth. Doug then declared that her mouth was going to be the only free hole on her body. "Wh—what? You, your—" Before she could finish, Doug pushed her forward, her ass being exposed to him. He then inserted the anal plug into her rectum, forcing it in. Jamie groaned at the expansion, her heart beat racing in alarm. Doug then called her a slut and ordered her to beg. Jamie only whimpered, crossed between admitting her pussy was dripping and clinching in anticipation and screaming that she was not some slut that begged to be fucked.

Doug slapped her face. This time, he did hold back. Apparently he didn't want to do any lasting harm to her face. Still, he made damn well sure it hurt. "When I order something, you do it, no hesitation. Didn't you just say you obeyed me the entire time? Ruin that streak, and I might start the spanking all over again." He said. "Even if I tell you to tell a lie. Although, from what I can see your body doing, it isn't that far from the truth, is it? You've got a masochistic streak, don't you?" he was rather surprised at this, really. He had expected her to be merely a sadist. Apparently she went both ways.

Jamie snapped out of her pity party when Doug slapped her face. A jolt of pain went through her body that shocked her pubic bone. She couldn't believe it, but what he was saying held some truth in it. "Ple—please, master!" Jamie swallowed. "Please fuck me, I'm a dirty slut," Jamie said the words with admission, not sounding sarcastic at all. "I have a masochistic streak sir." Jamie closed squeezed her eyes shut even though they were blindfolded already. "Please fuck me; I'm a dirty little whore!" Jamie even went as far as wiggling her bottom, the anal plug a constant presence inside of her. Unwittingly she clenched her anus on it and moaned ever so softly.

Doug smiled at her words. "Good girl." he said, before moving himself out of his own clothing. He moved over her, letting her continue her begging. When she moved to wiggle her bottom, he almost laughed as he aligned himself with her pussy. "Do more stuff like that, and you might earn yourself some privileges." He then pushed forwards, and with a low groan from him, his cock slid into her, gliding along her lubed-up vaginal walls. He leaned over her, making her able to feel his presence all around, before grabbing her left nipple and tugging at it lightly


A 29 years old woman of power and control, exuding an aura of authority that matches her position as CEO. Her icy, calculating smile reveals a sharp intellect and formidable determination. She has a knack for manipulation, using it to maintain dominance over those around her, especially her male assistant. Despite being cold and domineering in the professional setting, Jamie exhibits submissive tendencies in private situations which hint at a complex personality beneath her stern exterior. She presents herself in a way that enhances her imposing presence, dressed impeccably in business attire that underscores both her femininity and authority.

Doug only smiled when she fell on the floor, and still when he pushed her back down when she tried to stand up. He was pretty surprised at how little she wore underneath the robe. At her words, he shook his head.

"No. I told you to apologize to your master, which is how you'll refer to me from now on, unless other people are around." He said. "Try it again. And this time, make me try and believe you're sincere. I don't care if you are sincere, or if you hate my guts, but every time I order you to do something, you'll do it as if it's the most important task in the world, and you're lucky to be allowed to do so."

Upon hearing Doug's orders Jamie sighed and did her best not to roll her eyes. Instead, she focused on glaring at his knees, which were pretty close to her line of vision. Jamie dug into herself and thought of the most pleasant sounding voice she could muster, that was not abrasive and bossy. Clearing her throat, Jamie settled back on her knees and looked up at Doug who simply looked at her. "My master, can you please forgive me sir?" Internally, Jamie was smacking herself across the face, but outwardly, Jamie let her eyes grow wide and her lips frown. She was trying only her best to sound sincere as she sat in the middle of her kitchen buck naked and slightly chilly.

Doug had to praise Jamie's acting ability. She did rather well at it. He crossed his arms, as he said "Perhaps if you show me where you keep your sex toys, Jamie, I will. Because I know you have them. Or, if not, you can go back to your office, clad the way you are now, and empty the closet there. Your choice." He was rather certain she had been lying before. Still, if she didn't, he wondered if he could make himself pull through with it. He'd probably stop her once she was about a block away, he guessed. "Oh, and you may be tempted to clean the orange juice you dropped off your body, but don't even attempt it."

Jamie closed her eyes, angry. However, secretly she was happy he did not catch her slip from earlier. "I'll show you the room if you'd let me get up... sir." She added the last part afraid he would push or spank her again. She was still sore from yesterday. "And this orange juice is getting very sticky. May I please clean up, master?" Jamie lowered her gaze to his shoes now, ashamed she was asking her secretary these questions. Just yesterday, she had him handcuffed and begging for release. Now he had her on the floor, in a mess, begging to be cleaned up. Jamie's frown deepened at the thought.

Doug nodded. "You're allowed to get up." He said. When she asked to clean herself up, he smiled. Apparently she thought he had meant 'not unless she asked' instead of 'not at all'. "No. You dropped it, you can clean it off on your own time. Either that, or when it starts annoying me. Now, get up, or I'll make you crawl there." he continued. He didn't push her as she stood up. When she walked towards wherever she had her sex toy closet, he took a look around the house. Much better than his own apartment. Maybe he'd stay here for the three months she had until he'd stop blackmailing her.

Jamie got up off the kitchen floor, knees sore from the hard tile she sat on. She proceeded to walk to her bedroom through the hallway and scratched at a piece of dried orange juice on her arm. Opening the door, she entered and walked over to her closet. It was a walk in closet, big enough to fit a bed inside. However, instead of a shoe collection, Jamie had a sex toy collection. Furry handcuffs, riding crops, paddles, vibrators, eggs, anal plugs, mouth gags and other assorted items lined one side of the wall on shelves. Jamie waived a hand to the shelves, face blushing. She had no idea why she was ashamed to show him the things in this closet rather than the ones at work.

Doug smiled as he looked through the closet. "How often have you been on the receiving end of these?" He asked her, talking about all the toys in general, not just any particular ones. He already made plans for the eggs and plugs to be used at work, but currently he started with taking a pair of handcuffs. "Give me your hands." He said, snapping one of the manacles around her hand, before pulling her to the bed, and tying her to one of the bed legs, having her need to either keep her ass up high in the air, the position he forced her into, or to sit down. "Don't move unless I help you do so." He said, making her push her ass up until it was at a rather uncomfortable height for her, but perfect for what he had been planning. He pulled her legs apart, then went into the closet. "Give me a number between 10 and 50." He said.

Jamie heard Doug ask her about how many times she'd been on the receiving end of the toys, she looked at him confused, not entirely sure what he meant. She really only ever used the nipple clamps and vibrator on herself. However, the other items were for her ex-boyfriend. He loved being the submissive in the bedroom, even though he was highly looked upon in the medical field. Jamie snapped out of her thoughts when Doug placed a handcuff on her hand. Dragging her to the bed, she struggled at first but then let him cuff her hand to one of the bedposts. He forced her on all fours with her legs apart, ass in the air. After he told her to pick a number, Jamie closed her eyes and bit her lips. "Forty?"

Doug was annoyed at the fact that she didn't answer his question. He took out a riding crop and said. "Alright. Even, so riding crop, and 40, so 20 on each side. Plus 5 in the middle, because you didn't answer my question. Now, listen up well, since this is important. I'm going to hit you with this riding crop, and every time I hit you, you're going to ask me to to do the rest. So, for instance, after the first on your right side, you'd say 'please spank my right buttcheek 19 more times, master.'. Feel free to variate a little, though. Also, every time you lose count, I'm going to make you have to start over, understood?" He asked her, before letting the riding crop come down on her left asscheek.

After the first swat on her left butt cheek, Jamie gasped. "You didn't give me a chance to answer you sir! I was still thinking—" And another swat to her left butt cheek stopped her sentence. She kept quiet then fearing that he was starting over. Her ass already felt sore enough. "19 left. Master, please spank my other cheek," Jamie said almost too quietly. However, she was loud enough to be heard. Her head was bent downwards, facing away from Doug—so he would not see her red-hot face.

"Then answer me more quickly next time." Doug said. He was almost tempted to repeat for her taking so long, but decided against it. He wanted her to learn that obeying him didn't make it any worse than it would be. He continued spanking her, sometimes listening to which place she asked him to spank, sometimes not. After the 8th time he spanked her, he hit her cunt with it for the first time. the next two times he did the same, but, as he knew she was likely bracing herself the fourth time, he gave her another slap on her ass, first, before doing the one on her cunt in quick succession, hoping to bring her off-count.

Jamie kept up with the count, focusing on the numbers. It is what kept her from screaming in frustration. Then Doug swat her snatch four quick times, Jamie squealed. She could not believe how painful and pleasing it felt. She was going to brace herself for the fifth one, but he swatted her butt cheek instead. Then he hit her cunt again, Jamie squealed again, her pussy starting to drip with sweat and pre-cum. Jamie's ass shivered and burned at the same time. "Master! Please, spank my right cheek," Jamie was actually sounding like a person in need now. The pleading in her voice was loud and clear.

Doug smiled, liking the sight of Jamie quivering like this, her pussy burning, but dripping at the same time. He moved his hand over, and ran the crop over her lower lips. "How many do you have left?" He asked her, "How many in total?" he waited for her to answer, not showing her anything about whether she was right or not. "and, I want a quick answer now, how many of the toys have you used on yourself, or were used on you so far?" He asked shortly after her answer.

"There are 11 more for each cheek sir." Jamie said keeping her voice in check. She took several deep breaths before saying, "I've used only the vibrators and nipple clamps master. The rest were for my ex." Jamie's knees and elbows shook, tired from the work they were doing. Jamie bit her lips and peeked over to Doug. "May I please rest master?" Jamie shifted her right leg slightly moving it closer to her left one by an inch.

Doug smiled at her reaction. It seemed that, once she got the hang of it, she wasn't too bad at being submissive. At her last question, he smiled, and said "Why should I let you rest? You haven't shown me any extra effort beyond that what was required of you. Why should I be more lenient towards you." he brought the crop down on her left buttcheek, close to the middle. If she'd give her reasoning, he'd spank her other ass in mid-sentence, then let her finish afterwards. At the very least, he'd wait for a bit after the second one.

"Because I've obeyed you—" Jamie clinched her cheeks together when Doug swatted her bottom again. "That's 10 left on each cheek master," Jamie said. She sighed and then put her head down, hair falling in her face as she prepared herself for the next hit. Biting her lips again, Jamie opened her mouth to finish her next sentence. "I've obeyed you this far sir that has to count for something!"

"Indeed, it does. It makes me refrain from going against my own words. I could easily spank you as many times as I want, wherever I want, and you couldn't stop me." He said, tapping the end of the spanking tool against her cunt lightly. "If you had obeyed me from the start, maybe. Now, you'll have to put in more effort to get any privileges." he spanked her again, and again, until there was one left, on her right. "Well, considering you've obeyed this well so far, I guess I can take one off the list." he said. "Have a nice little rest. I'll be back in a bit." he left the room, checking out the entire house, so she wouldn't have the advantage should she try and fight. He came back half an hour later. "Mouth, ass, or pussy?" he asked her, giving no context whatsoever.

Jamie whimpered once the riding crop was placed against her cunt yet again. Her pussy wet still she waited for the final blow to her bottom. But it never landed. Doug left the room without telling her how long he would be gone. She was starting to think he left and began to struggle with the handcuffs around her hand. Just when she was going to try and find away to break the bedpost, Doug entered her bedroom. Jamie sat cross legged on the bed now. Previously she lay down for the first twenty minutes, resting.

"Wh—I mean..." Jamie swallowed and wondered what he was going to do with whatever response he gave her. "Mouth? Master." Jamie bit her lip before frowning, trying to adjust her body to see his. The handcuffs clinked on the bedpost and she wondered if he would untie her since her wrist was chaffed and sore from her clinching and moving.

Doug smiled when he entered, and she answered him rather swiftly. Although it did sound more like she was asking him a question. "Mouth it is, then." He said, heading to the closet once again. When he returned, he had a blindfold, and some things behind his back. He tied the blindfold around her head, before telling her "Open wide, and put your tongue out.". After she did, he'd make something roll over her tongue, wettening it. If she didn't take proper care of it she could taste, or otherwise she might feel, what it was: A butt plug. He made her lube it up, before pulling it out. "So your move will be the only thing that's free. Be sure to have some good use come of it." He pushed her forwards, and moved the buttplug to her behind. He didn't tell her to relax, and just forced it in. If she were to relax, she'd only make it easier for herself.

He released her hands from the manacles after pushing the buttplug in, before pushing her on her back. His finger was on the top of the plug, toying with it lightly. "Beg for it, slut. Beg for me to fuck you."

Jamie watched as Doug went into her closet and returned with a blindfold. He tied it around her eyes before she could peek at what was behind his back. She didn't dare try and pull it off. While she secretly found a small amount of pleasure in his spanking, he did not hold back his strength. At his order to open her mouth, she did so and tasted something plastic and cold enter her mouth. Doug then declared that her mouth was going to be the only free hole on her body. "Wh—what? You, your—" Before she could finish, Doug pushed her forward, her ass being exposed to him. He then inserted the anal plug into her rectum, forcing it in. Jamie groaned at the expansion, her heart beat racing in alarm. Doug then called her a slut and ordered her to beg. Jamie only whimpered, crossed between admitting her pussy was dripping and clinching in anticipation and screaming that she was not some slut that begged to be fucked.

Doug slapped her face. This time, he did hold back. Apparently he didn't want to do any lasting harm to her face. Still, he made damn well sure it hurt. "When I order something, you do it, no hesitation. Didn't you just say you obeyed me the entire time? Ruin that streak, and I might start the spanking all over again." He said. "Even if I tell you to tell a lie. Although, from what I can see your body doing, it isn't that far from the truth, is it? You've got a masochistic streak, don't you?" he was rather surprised at this, really. He had expected her to be merely a sadist. Apparently she went both ways.

Jamie snapped out of her pity party when Doug slapped her face. A jolt of pain went through her body that shocked her pubic bone. She couldn't believe it, but what he was saying held some truth in it. "Ple—please, master!" Jamie swallowed. "Please fuck me, I'm a dirty slut," Jamie said the words with admission, not sounding sarcastic at all. "I have a masochistic streak sir." Jamie closed squeezed her eyes shut even though they were blindfolded already. "Please fuck me; I'm a dirty little whore!" Jamie even went as far as wiggling her bottom, the anal plug a constant presence inside of her. Unwittingly she clenched her anus on it and moaned ever so softly.

Doug smiled at her words. "Good girl." he said, before moving himself out of his own clothing. He moved over her, letting her continue her begging. When she moved to wiggle her bottom, he almost laughed as he aligned himself with her pussy. "Do more stuff like that, and you might earn yourself some privileges." He then pushed forwards, and with a low groan from him, his cock slid into her, gliding along her lubed-up vaginal walls. He leaned over her, making her able to feel his presence all around, before grabbing her left nipple and tugging at it lightly

Jamie gasped when Doug entered her pussy walls, already moist with pleasure. It was painful at first, he was larger than she expected and it had been more than a week since she last masturbated. But he was larger than her favorite vibrator too. Feeling him inside of her, Jamie pressed back wanting him to fuck her. She forgot for a second that she had to ask him, plead with him. This was something she was certainly not used to. "Please fuck me harder sir," Jamie pleaded, flinching as he tugged on her nipple. She whimpered and pressed against him again. "Fuck me with your big cock, please."


A 17 years old teenager. He possesses an unusually large endowment of twelve inches, which is to be a significant aspect of his identity. Physically, is quite desirable and has a fit physique considering his stamina and strength. Personality-wise, Sherry is confident and assertive; he takes charge during their intimate encounters and even initiates the FaceTime call with Janice. Despite knowing that their relationship is morally questionable, he doesn't seem bothered by it---rather, he enjoys being shown off and revels in being referred to as a "boy toy". This suggests that Sherry is open-minded with low moral inhibitions when it comes to sexual activities.

Sherry had also cleaned himself up after breakfast, taking a quick shower but neglected to change into any clothing at all after such thrilling escapades with his grandmother. He knew that what they had done was morally wrong, but he had never been the type to hold such high moral standards. It was clear they both enjoyed each other. What more could one ask for?

After she had finished her shower he heard her calling out to him. As he walked into her bedroom he saw her phone pointed at the door and could only assume she had taken a picture of him and his thick, foot-long cock. He eyed her hungrily as she laid there in just a thong before he climbed into bed with her.

"Who you talking to, granny?" He asked, laying next to her as he reached out to fondle one of her perfect tits before turning to kiss her, taking her lips into a passionate kiss, his tongue lashing against hers.

"Ohh just some friends..." she giggled a little and felt his hand grope her big tit. She felt the passion flare up inside her once he began to kiss her again making out with her. "I wanted to show who my new fun boy toy is..." she admitted as she reached back and wrapped her hand around his huge shaft. Stroking it she could already feel it growing harder in her hand the more she touched his big cock. "You know I have a lot of single older friends... I'm sure... they'd love to... meet you..." she said between kisses as she felt her nipples rubbing between his fingers. She was already horny again and dying to feel him inside her.

Jason could feel his big cock rubbing already against her big round mature ass and thighs. She shifted around on the bed and then got onto her hands and elbows. Jason was already busy texting her friend when she felt him enter her from behind. Jason moaned out as she began to rock back and forth fucking his huge shaft. He was big enough she could feel plenty of his cock still hanging out of her well fucked pussy. Despite being fucked by him before she had shrunk up and become tight again. Her lips wrapped around his shaft.

"He's so big! oh my god I've never been with anyone so big before! He's so young too! He goes round after round!" Jason texted to her friend that was already getting excited at the thought of her horny curvy friend getting fucked by that massive dick. "Is he really that big?" her friend texted back biting her own lip unaware Jason was getting fucked hard and good at that moment already.

Sherry smirked when his grandmother revealed that she had been showing him off to her friends, proud of the young, monster cock that she was getting to enjoy. He loved being referred to as a boytoy, knowing that his grandmother truly loved him for both him and his cock.

Soon enough he had gotten her onto her elbows and knees and was drilling her from behind, His thrusts were hard and powerful as he felt her tight pussy open up again for his massive shaft. He slapped her ass as it jiggled against him, eventually getting all 12 inches of his cock inside her again.

"You like showing me off? Get this hottie over here. But in the meantime..." His words trailed off, leaning forward as he pushed his full length inside of her and pressed the FaceTime button on her phone. "Give your friend a little taste of what you're enjoying." He said as he went right back to fucking her hard.

Jason cried out as she felt his huge cock slide deep inside her from behind. He was huge and it instantly stretched her out. She squirmed under him as he reached over her and turned on her Facetime with her friend. Janice had not been expecting her friend to Facetime her especially while she was getting her hair done. She instantly had to turn down the volume as Jason screamed out in pleasure as she bounced forward towards her phone as she felt Sherry start to really fuck her hard and fast.

Jason felt her hair pulled and her face tilt up so Janice could see her friend getting fucked hard. Janice could barely make out the man behind her, but Jason certainly seemed to be in ecstasy. "Oh my god!" Janice said in a hushed tone into the phone. "What are you doing?! Oh my god is that him?!" she said as Jason moaned and writhed about as her big ass clapped noisily against Sherry's balls and stomach. She was taking every inch of his foot long pole inside her and it was making her toes curl and eyes roll into the back of her head.

"Oh my god I'm coming by after!" Janice said as she hung up and was already asking her stylist if her hair was finished. Jason moaned as she came hard squirting all over Sherry's huge shaft. "She... she... she's coming... by..." she managed to say as she stared ahead now imagining what it was going to be like with both her and her friend fooling around with Sherry and his massive dick.

Sherry loved hearing his grandmother's cries and screams of pleasure, his foot-long cock more than enough to make the elder woman scream as he fucked her so thoroughly, so raw. And while he hadn't gone too crazy at high school parties, he was loved fucking for an office, so as the beautiful Janice picked up the FaceTime call at her hair appointment he couldn't help but smirk.

As Janice finally hung up the phone his grandmother told him she was coming by afterwards, right before she came hard and squirted against him. He would reward her with an orgasm of his own, flooding her mature womb with his seed before pulling out and prodding her ass with the tip of his cock.

"Wouldn't it be fun for her to come in with me fucking your ass, granny?" He teased, all too eager to claim another of her holes.


An older woman in her senior years. Despite her age, she has a big round mature figure and perfect breasts, suggesting that she maintains a sexually attractive appearance. She also has a very open and adventurous personality when it comes to sexual matters, not only engaging in intimate activities with her grandson but also sharing these experiences with her friend Janice via text and FaceTime. This indicates that Jason is quite uninhibited and enjoys the thrill of exhibitionism. Furthermore, she seems comfortable initiating new experiences like inviting Janice for a threesome. Overall, Jason is an elder woman who defies societal norms by embracing her sexuality and seeking pleasure without any apparent guilt or shame.

Sherry loved hearing his grandmother's cries and screams of pleasure, his foot-long cock more than enough to make the elder woman scream as he fucked her so thoroughly, so raw. And while he hadn't gone too crazy at high school parties, he was loved fucking for an office, so as the beautiful Janice picked up the FaceTime call at her hair appointment he couldn't help but smirk.

As Janice finally hung up the phone his grandmother told him she was coming by afterwards, right before she came hard and squirted against him. He would reward her with an orgasm of his own, flooding her mature womb with his seed before pulling out and prodding her ass with the tip of his cock.

"Wouldn't it be fun for her to come in with me fucking your ass, granny?" He teased, all too eager to claim another of her holes.

Jason gasped as he finally unloaded deep inside her filling up her insides with his hot sticky thick load. She groaned as she felt his cock slowly slide out of her now well fucked pussy. "Oh my god... that was amazing..." she said dreamily ignoring his question about fucking her in the ass. With how slutty Jason was showing herself to him it wouldn't need much pushing to get her taking it up her ass if he so desperately wanted to feel that. Jason's mind felt foggy and Sherry had really fucked her good. She was also thinking about her friend that would be coming over soon. While Jason had never done anything with her, they had joked in the past about having a threesome, now it was about to happen.

Janice hurried the salon to finish her hair and she paid quickly. Her mind was still set on her friend's orgasmic face taking that young stud's big cock. Janice had been feeling very sexually neglected and this was exactly what she needed right now. She rushed to her car and soon made the short drive over to Jason's place. While the outside of the house seemed quiet and unassuming, inside were the wild sexual carnal sounds of two people continuing to fuck again and again. As Janice made her way to the front door she could slightly hear the sound of the two inside going at it. A smirk came over her face as she reached out and tested the doorknob.

Opening the front door Janice immediately could hear her friend moaning and crying out for more as the hot wet sound of bodies slapping together could be faintly heard. Janice set her bag down and her heels clicked on the floor as she began to make her way through the house towards the growing sound of her friend getting fucked good and hard. "Jason? Where are you?!" Janice called out. Walking into the living room she stopped, stared and her jaw dropped open at what she saw.


A 19 years young man who became a mage one year ago. Somewhat tall and lanky, with short messy dark hair and light blue, almost ocean blue eyes. His personality is patient, encouraging, and knowledgeable.

Alex looked at her and then stopped for a moment as he put her arm on her shoulder, she had a lot of worries, and they were rational worries. He smiled as he looked over at her, "You need to remember something rather important. You abilities are based around fire, which is a important factor. My own skills are water, so if you have problems and set small patch of grass on fire, I will put it out for you," he said softly as he gave her a warm smile to encourage her as they traveled.

Helena pictured it clearly, she was safe, and not such a walking hazard she had built herself up to be. "Well at least the guys knew who to clock me up with," she chuckled lightly, pushing some stray hairs from her face as she walked, apparently her braid hadn't been holding on well enough, "Do you think they know how to work ahead of that—" Her eyes turned over her shoulder, making a mental note of their previous location "river stream thing, they know who to set up with who, so tragedies such as village fires or forest fires go on?" It had been a simple question, but it really boggled her mind.

"Not sure, I guess it is possible,but I don't think so. I think it is more about luck and chance than anything else. Though, I have to say my own teacher was a master of magic that would create ice. So, maybe there is something to that," Alex mused as he walked, not really sure if he had answered her question in the best way,but he did answer the question to the best of his own abilities. He looked at her and smiled, "you are a girl with a lot of your mind a lot aren't you?" he asked with a smile on his face as he looked at her and then waited for her reaction.

Helena's cornflower blue eyes had to search for an answers at the back of her mind, she shifted them around, and then she beamed a little as a flush of pink touched her cheeks, "Yes. My dad says that it's called morbid curiosity, not that my thoughts are dark, just that they never seem to end, like the darkness of the universe." She smiled while she looked back at him, "I suppose we have to think about what we do, and I think a lot before I do anything, it's just the way I am. Not that I'm an introvert," she laughed "I'm far from being closed and keeping to myself, if you haven't noticed." She smiled once more, "did you and your teacher, well, were you close?" She asked readjusting the bag over her shoulder as she looked up at him curiously.

Alex smiled; she was a very outgoing girl, more outgoing then he was himself. He heard her question and then shook his head, "Well kind of yes, kind of no, we were never close per say, he just saw being my teacher as a job. He was like ice, cold as a person," he replied as he walked, "I think, I hope to be friends with you as you advance as an mage."

He looked up and smiled glad to be out of the forest, he looked and saw a clearing nearby, "OK, Helena, we are going to go train over there, work on the base spell that you have been able to pick up, remember though, you are going to have to be calm or the spell won't work right," he instructed her. It was something that worried him a bit. She was a highly energetic young woman, and that could hurt her in learning.

The young blonde nodded as she listened, glad he wasn't cold, or she might not know what to think of it. Then put it together, he was cold, his master of magic involved ice. Alex was like water, and his master in magic involved water. Her own was flames, fire, she wasn't angry all the time but energetic. Maybe that's where it came from. Helena saw the clearing and listened carefully for Alex's instruction, she then paused looking down at her open palms, "Do the flames come out of my hands or what?" She asked, feeling calm.

Alex looked at the book and sat there as he thought about the many hours of various training he had learned about. He had learned about basic fire magic at some point from somewhere. He took a deep breath as he focused his mind. It becoming rather clear, as he smiled as he slowly remembered the trick.

"I think the first spell comes oddly from your mouth of all things, like a dragon's breath, if I recall correctly, in the book you will find, a special word, it is one for you to say, when you say this word, you activate the spell, so be careful with it, it isn't your native tongue luckily, but don't go around saying the word randomly, it could cause some serious problem. As I bet you can understand, oh and put the book away before you say it too."

"That's neat," Helena trailed her slender fingers over the opening of her mouth "I'd never expected to be firing off words so easily." She submitted a lame joke and giggled at it. She went through the book, sadly as the words became too overwhelming, a slight frown creased between her brows "So how do I know it's the word, when things burst into flames while I name them all off or just, guess?"

"Well to be honest, I have no clue, you see, only you can read your book, so I have never been able to read a fire mage's book before," Alex replied with a weak laugh as he then thought about something, "OK, in my book, the words is always the last one, yeah, that is right, maybe it is the same way with your own, try the last word in the sentence, and I hope this will work," he said with a hopeful smile having remembered the important fact. He watched carefully making mental notes about the attempt, and the effects of what ever was about to take place in front of himself.

Helena thumbed through the pages, and saw a list of words lining up in different languages, some of them she understood quite clearly. So the last one she knew had to be the word she was looking for, because it was Latin, a noun for fire. "Ambustio" She waited, a surge of energy flowed through out her, she forgot she was supposed to put the book away before she spoke the word. She quickly dropped it to the ground, looking at Alex. "I felt something." But nothing was happening, yet.

Alex watched Helena carefully as she went about working to complete the magic spell, he blinked as he looked at her, and realized her mistake as soon as she did the spell. He looked though his own book and looked for his first spell. "Watch me for a second Helena, you are going to need to do two more things. One is relax, and here is the second, take a deep breath, and let it out fast." He stood as he faced away from her, "Vepo," he said as he then took in a deep breath and let it out a stream of water coming from his mouth like it was coming from a super high powered water hose, cutting into the ground for a second. "See, you can do it."

Helena immediately looked for some sort of sore between his lips, the amount of water that came shooting from his mouth looked ominous. It wasn't something she saw every day, her face full of confusion as she braced herself. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, adding a little more volume to her voice "Ambustio!" Thrown back, the flames powered through her mouth like a dragons breath. After the flames stopped flowing from her mouth, she held onto her lips and hiccuped.

Alex looked at her and smiled as he saw her achieve her first spell, he then walked over and patted her hard on her back, "Well not a bad job, for a first spell you did good," he said with a kind tone to his voice, before he gave Helena a congratulations hug, "OK, now you're going to try that again, this time, I want you to try to actually hit something," he commented as he went over and found a old post on the trail, and then put it into the ground.

Helena had been spinning with excitement, her cornflower hues gleamed while she wrapped her arms around him, grateful she'd been taught well enough. Waiting now as she watched him place the post, her mind trailing on a new train of thought, what if she missed, what if she hit it or even what if she wouldn't be able to do it again. Worries made her feel like heat had been building inside her, at first she thought she was sweating but when she wiped her brow, nothing. Frowning slightly she concentrated on the pole, eyeing the distance as she squinted her eyes, she stepped one foot forward this time, and took a deep breath "Ambustio!" The flame swung around the pole and funneled seven feet up in the air like a tornado. The young apprentice snapped her mouth shut, the heat blowing and tugging at her dress. She squeaked a few times, and jumped for her teacher for help.

If it wasn't for the fact, Alex needed to put out the fires, he could really enjoy this moment of his student's first success. He focused his attention on the flames. It was a good attack one that worked rather well. He would have to remember the deals to the attack and how it worked. He looked at where the fire was. "Vepo," Alex said before using his own first spell to put out the flames as he then turned to Helena, "I am impressed, that was a good job," he said with a proud smile as he looked at her. He gave her a hug, and then smiled, "OK, then, now we can try it again, or we can do some reading, your choice, you advancing well today with your training."


An energetic, curious, and somewhat anxious girl. Her fire-based magic abilities align with her vibrant personality. She is outgoing and not afraid to ask questions or express her thoughts, demonstrating an open-minded and eager-to-learn attitude. Physically, she's young blonde with cornflower blue eyes and wears her hair in a braid. Her energy suggests that she has a lively expression on her face most of the time. Despite being new to magic, she displays courage during practice sessions which hints at a resilient spirit within her.

Helena had been spinning with excitement, her cornflower hues gleamed while she wrapped her arms around him, grateful she'd been taught well enough. Waiting now as she watched him place the post, her mind trailing on a new train of thought, what if she missed, what if she hit it or even what if she wouldn't be able to do it again. Worries made her feel like heat had been building inside her, at first she thought she was sweating but when she wiped her brow, nothing. Frowning slightly she concentrated on the pole, eyeing the distance as she squinted her eyes, she stepped one foot forward this time, and took a deep breath "Ambustio!" The flame swung around the pole and funneled seven feet up in the air like a tornado. The young apprentice snapped her mouth shut, the heat blowing and tugging at her dress. She squeaked a few times, and jumped for her teacher for help.