Age of Puberty (Girl's POV)

[JEMMA]

Chapter 2

"Did you get everything I asked for?" Nicole questioned her slave.

"Yes ma'am.." the poor subservient Jasmine replied.

It was night, and, as promised, Nicole had paid Jasmine a visit at her house. Thankfully, Sam had decided to have an early night after a good post-dinner fuck and Jasmine had managed to slip out of the house to meet Nicole in her car. Jasmine would have hated to admit this to Nicole, but the humiliations of the afternoon had turned her on immensely and she had not hesitated to jump on Sam after dinner for a hard pounding. Yet, the moment she had received the call from Nicole, close to midnight, she had hurriedly slipped off her sexy nightgown and put on a hoodie and sweatpants before leaving the house. It gave her some comfort being able to cover up her body.

"Good. Carry the files in." Nicole ordered, and Jasmine had no choice but to follow Nicole back into her home, struggling to bear the weight of the huge files.

The two women got seated on Jasmine's sofa and Jasmine placed the files nearby.

"What do you want, ma'am?" she whispered, not wanting to wake Sam who was asleep upstairs.

Nicole smirked, tempted to shout at her slave but decided that it would be for another day. "Let's take a look through all these, shall we?" She spent the next couple of minutes flipping through the documents in the files, comparing it against the list that she had provided Jasmine with this afternoon.

"Ah, excellent. I'm sure Sluts Corp will be very appreciative of your contributions. Not so sure if Clit Investment would take your corporate espionage so kindly though.." Nicole said, enjoying the look of shock on Jasmine's face.

"Ma'am, please.. I only did this because you asked me to.." Jasmine pleaded.

"I know. Too bad. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone for now. As long as you continue being a good slave." Nicole continued.

"The next step of your corporate progression will be to hand in your resignation. As a reward for your help, I have made arrangements for you to join me at Sluts." Nicole informed Jasmine.

Jasmine's eyes welled up in tears. "Ma'am, I love my job. Please don't ask me to quit." she said.

"Sure. In that case, I'd just like to drop off a nice video for Sam. Oh and also to give you the courtesy of notifying you that I'll be reporting your corporate wrongdoing to the police on my way home." Nicole got up and walked towards the door.

"Ok.. Ok.. I'll resign tomorrow.." Jasmine whispered, and Nicole grinned widely.

"Get naked." Nicole raised her voice ever so slightly, but Jasmine's eyes widened, worriedly looking at the staircase.

Jasmine thought of begging Nicole to give her a break, but thought better of it, worried that the evil Nicole would wake Sam. She hurriedly stripped naked, almost forgetting to pose in her favourite position.



"Good, you're learning quickly." Nicole absent-mindedly dragged her fingers in a V-shape around the shaved area on top of Jasmine's slit. She could feel a slight stickiness which was clear evidence that her slut had been fucked recently.

"Actually, I had an idea. In the future, your favourite position will consist of your wedding ring inside your pussy." Nicole continued, to a soft gasp from Jasmine.

"What, ma'am?" Jasmine replied.

"You heard me, you dumb bimbo. Your favourite position will include your wedding ring INSIDE your pussy. So instead of just removing it, I want you to insert it into your pussy. If someone wishes to use your pussy you can remove it later. Now get into your proper favourite position."

Humiliated and feeling worthless, Jasmine picked up her wedding ring, which she had placed on the nearby table, and inserted it deep inside her pussy. She could feel the moistness from the sex that she had had in the evening with Owen, and hoped that the ring would not slip out.

"Now repeat what I said."

"From now on, my favourite position includes my wedding ring inside my pussy.." Jasmine replied, embarrassed.

"Yes. So if someone wants to fuck you, you'll have to take it out, which will of course reemphasize how much of a cheating slut you are.." Nicole mused.



Jasmine wasn't sure what Nicole meant by "someone wanting to fuck her", but she didn't want to be scolded and let the matter be.

"Now, time for some house rules." Nicole continued.

"Firstly, you will be naked at home at all times. And when I say 'home', I mean this entire house. You will strip at the door step before entering. I want you naked 24/7 here. Are we clear?"

"But ma'am.. My neighbours will see me if I strip outside." Jasmine begged.

"Good. If anyone wolfwhistles at you or calls out at you or whatever, I want you to go over, completely naked, and ask them if you can entertain them. Understood?" Nicole said.

"Yes, ma'am.." Jasmine answered, resigned. She was most worried about what Sam would think if he saw her stripping at the porch.

"In fact.. I want you to strip at the front door. The back door doesn't count. And I want you to be in your favourite position for 30 seconds on the porch. Of course, including your ring deep in your slutty cunt. Now repeat after me. What is your first rule?"



"I will strip naked and pose in my favourite position on the front porch for 30 seconds, including my wedding ring inside my pussy.." Jasmine repeated, mortified.

"Yes. You can remove the ring after 30 seconds if you want to. Or you can keep it inside your pussy. A slut's pussy needs constant filling I know. Am I right?"

"Yes, ma'am.. A slut's pussy needs constant filling."

"And who is a slut?"

"MY pussy needs constant filling.. But I can remove the ring after 30 seconds of being in my favourite position on the front porch.." Jasmine said softly, tears flowing down her face. Nicole had to try her hardest to prevent herself from bursting out laughing, forcing herself to keep a straight face.

"Good. Do you shave daily?" Nicole asked abruptly.

"Um.. Yes ma'am." Jasmine replied, taken aback and she actually stopped crying.

"That will be a rule too. I want you completely shaved and hairless from neck down. Arms, armpits, legs, pussy. With your hair in the slutty bun and in your favourite position, I will definitely be able to tell if you did not shave that morning itself. Are we clear?" Nicole continued.

"Yes, ma'am.." this was a rule that Jasmine would have no difficulty following at all, yet she felt a fresh pang of humiliation at her hygiene habits been so crudely discussed and controlled.

"So, after your shower and shave every morning, you can dry off with a towel. I don't want you dripping all over the house, except from that gushing faucet between your legs. But you have 10 minutes to get dry, after which the towel must be put aside. Why?" Nicole asked, her mouth twisting into a grin.

"Because I have to be completely naked at home, ma'am.." Jasmine answered, blushing.

"Good, slave. Which also means that if you need to put on clothes for the day, you take them and dress on the porch. Or dress in the car. Or dress in the mall. I know your slut body needs the attention. Main point - you can only dress when you are outside. Clear?" Nicole said.

"Yes, ma'am.. I can only put on clothes outside the house because I am supposed to be naked in the house at all times.." Jasmine repeated.

"Of course, this also means that you are not to cover your body at all times at home. Which means tits and pussy COMPLETELY VISIBLE. No putting legs together. In fact, whenever you sit, whether or not you are wearing clothes or naked, I want your legs to be parted a foot wide. This applies wherever you are, whether you are at home or not. Repeat."

"Whenever I sit, my legs will be parted a foot wide. I cannot cover my tits and pussy at all.." Jasmine said, tears welling up again.

"Good. And whenever you are naked, you will try as far as possible to be in the centre of the room where the view of your body is unobstructed. I don't care if you are alone, or Owen is here, or whatever. You get to an area where anyone can see you if they wanted to. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am.. My naked body always has to be visible.."

Nicole grinned wide at the sight of the humiliated Jasmine's downturned mouth. "You know, I'd very much like you to be in your favourite position at all time. I'm sure you'd like the same. Since, after all, it is YOUR favourite position. But since I am kind, I won't make that a rule. Aren't I the best slave-owner?"

Impotent rage welling up inside Jasmine, she answered, "Yes, you are the best slave-owner.."

"Since you are such a good slave, I'll let you watch some television while I decide on more rules." Nicole proceeded to connect her phone to the television and began playing a video.

To her horror, Jasmine saw that it was her on the screen from this afternoon, fucking an imaginary cock on Nicole's table in the office! She was about to open her mouth and protest, but was swiftly silenced by Nicole. "You make a sound, I turn on the volume. Now, you watch while you rub your clit. I can see how wet you are, and I know you need a cum. NOW RUB YOURSELF LIKE THE SLUT YOU ARE." she hissed.



"Look at the pornstar on the screen. Big tits, shaved pussy, horny face. She needs a cock. How hot is that?" Nicole egged her on.

Nicolette allowed Jasmine to masturbate for 5 minutes, before playing a new video. It was Jasmine in Clit Investments, making copies of the documents that she had handled over to Nicole. Dismayed, Jasmine turned to Nicole who simply said, "Yes, my slave. I am always watching you. Now keep rubbing your swollen little bud while you listen to me."

"I know you tan topless, but we are going to get rid of those lines around your hips. So, from now on, you will tan naked every Sunday afternoon. For at least 3 hours. Understand?"

"Y..es.. ma..am" Jasmine deep breaths interrupted her reply.

Nicole laughed at the horny Jasmine in front of her. "Get in your favourite position now." she teased.

It took all of Jasmine's effort to wrench her fingers away from her clit, but she managed to do so. She could still feel the strong arousal but, embarrassed, she assumed her favourite position.

"I will pay special attention to here," Nicole brushed her fingers against Jasmine's armpits, "here," - flicking Jasmine's big tits up and placing two fingers under their natural sag - "here," doing the same for her curvy ass, "and here." finishing by rubbing the sides of her shaved pussy, very moist from Jasmine's fresh female juice. "So you had better spread yourself out nicely on the backyard and ensure that you are evenly tanned all over. If I don't see progress, you will tan in the front. Or on the SIDEWALK. Are we clear?"

"Yes ma'am.." Jasmine replied, still breathing deeply and completely humiliated, "I will be tanned all over."

"Good. Continue rubbing your clit." Nicole laughed.

Somewhat relieved, the horny Jas, quickly resumed her masturbation. 

"I don't care if Sam sees you, or some pervert looks into your backyard. You make sure that you tan for at least 3 hours STRAIGHT every Sunday from 11am to 2pm."

"Yes, maaaaaam.." Jasmine could not believe how horny she was.

"Now I want you to listen carefully. You are going to have a very eventful day tomorrow." Nicole continued.

Jasmine listened, and she came at the end of it all. HARD.....so. Hard!

[JEMMA]

Chapter 3:

After tendering her resignation, Jasmine hurried to the shop. It was in an extremely seedy part of Chinatown, which Jasmine would have had no other reason to visit other than the fact that Nicole had ordered her to. Nicole had told her to be there by 10, and she was already running late.

"Um.. Hi. I'm here to pick up a package for Jasmine?" she told the young goth-looking girl at the counter, who glared at her before stalking to the back of the shop.

As Jasmine was in a hurry, she proceeded to the next item on her agenda instead of waiting for the girl to return. She was supposed to pick out a number of outfits. In fact, a lot of outfits, as Nicole had informed her in no uncertain terms that her entire wardrobe was to undergo a change.

Nicole had of course provided Jasmine (slave) with a number of strict guidelines. Broadly, she was only permitted dresses and slingshot-teardrop thongs. 

Jasmine searched for dresses first. First of all, the dresses had to have spaghetti straps. Her arms were not to be covered at all times. In addition, the dress could only extend to half an inch ABOVE the curve of her ass. In other words, the "tips" of her ass had to be clearly visible at all times, not to mention when she bent over. Every single dress was not just body contact but constricting her curvy body. Then, the dress had to be 1 size SMALLER than whatever fitted the above requirements. Of course, this necessitated a number of trips to the changing room, and after a couple of minutes she noticed that the shop assistant had returned to the counter with a sealed cardboard box. Jasmine figured she would deal with it later and picked out 20 dresses that suited Nicole's demands. She was under no illusions, a low class hooker would have been put to shame by the skimpy clothing.

Then, Jasmine turned her attention to the swimwear section. This was much easier as there was an entire shelf labelled "Slutdrops". The teardrops on the slingshot bikini were barely visible, inch-thick at the widest for the nipples which quickly tapered into nothing, and an inch-and-a-half "pussy-strap" which became a thong too soon, so much so that the end was literally digging into her pussy when she put it on. Nothing was left to imagination, and Jasmine quickly noticed that her pussy was almost completely visible. It made things worse that Nicolette had told her to get an M when an L was the right fit for Jasmine's big tits and curvy ass. Literally, only the width of her slit and her nipples were covered. WHORE, screamed the mirror in the changing room. She picked up a couple of bright red and silvery white ones as ordered.

After making payment at the counter, Jasmine had turned to leave but was promptly stopped by the shop assistant. "Leave your bra and panties here. Nicole says she knows you would not have obeyed her and you will be punished accordingly." the teenager said.

Horrified, Jasmine frowned and replied, "What do you mean?"

"I really don't have time for games, you stupid woman. I said leave your bra and panties here. Full-stop."

Sighing, Jasmine knew that she had no choice. Yes, Nicole had told her that the no-underwear rule was in force from last night, but she had had to tender her resignation this morning! She could not imagine visiting her (ex-)office with no underwear on, so she had decided to put on proper undergarments and had hoped that Nicole would not find out. Clearly, Nicole knew her better than she thought. She slowly put down the bags and walked to the changing room again.

"No, here. She said here." the young shop assistant continued.

"What the fuck. You little brat.. How dare you!" Jasmine replied, enraged.

And Jasmine received a slap on the face by the teenager who was probably 10 years her junior. "Nicole said you might need some convincing. So here goes. You do it, don't do it, that's up to you. But if you don't strip naked and hand me your bra and panties HERE, I'll tell Nicole, like she told me to. And she said you'll be dealt with accordingly. Something about.. homemade porn?" the goth-girl said.

ordless and defeated, Jasmine stripped in the middle of the seedy shop and handed her bra and panties to the girl. Thankfully, the shop had no visitors at the time. Jasmine figured that covering herself up with her hands would be futile, but quickly reached for her dress. But the girl continued to speak, grinning, "Well, Nicole said that if you did strip, I was to tell you that you are to leave your dress and shoes here. You can use the red one."

Confused and humiliated, Jasmine did not bother asking what "the red one" meant. But she had no choice but to slowly unwrap the box while the teenager grinned snidely at her big tits and freshly shaved pussy. When she finally managed to get the box unwrapped and opened, she saw that it contained two dresses and two pairs of extremely high heels. The only difference was that one of each was bright red and the other white. She hurriedly slipped on the red spaghetti-strapped dress. Immediately, she noticed that the dress was even more whorish than the dresses that she had picked out herself. The back of the dress was completely bare, aside from the spaghetti straps that extended all the way to the tight piece of cloth covering her ass. It would be obvious that she was not wearing a bra of any kind. In fact, from the back, she looked as though she had on a slingshot bikini above the hip. Furthermore, to suggest that the tight piece of cloth covered her ass was an overstatement. A huge slit right in the middle of the "skirt-portion", combined with the tightness, meant her ass crack was almost visible. Because of how tight the dress was, the flimsy and thin spaghetti straps held the front in place, but it was still stretched taut across her big tits. At least, Jasmine mused, she was reasonably covered in front. She then proceeded to slip on the identically bright red pair of 6-inch high heels, trying to avoid looking at her slutty reflection in the mirror.

Jasmine hurriedly gathered her old clothes and shoes and dumped them on the counter, before hurrying out of the shop. She was still late, she was supposed to have been at the next stop at 12. The shop assistant's loud laughter echoed after her.

She got her nails painted at the next shop; a matching shade of what was called "FKME RED" as ordered by Nicole. It did not escape her attention that Nicole had chosen a colour for her that was almost identical to the colour of her dress and her heels. Then, she cursed herself for actually appreciating her tormentor's artistic talent. She also purchased the FKME RED lipstick, which she hurriedly applied in the car before heading to her next destination.

The next stop was a sex-toy shop. The pimpled teen at the counter almost spilled his coffee, seeing the walking wet dream entering the shop. Jasmine blushed, but walked quickly to the counter.

"I need a.. Uh.. Sybian. And a.. er. Monkey. No, a Monkey-Rocker, I mean." she said, trying to keep her voice low.

"Uh.. Uh.." the teen stammered. 

"Please hurry, please.." Jasmine said, frowning. She was supposed to have been home by now.

"Ok, could you fill out your.. Part.. Particulars?" he slipped her a form, all the while not taking her eyes off her voluptuous chest. 

Wondering if her nipples could be seen through the thin and taut fabric, Jasmine hurriedly filled in the form. Nicole had ordered her to ensure that the delivery was made to Jasmine's own home, and she was still lost as to how she would explain the erotic equipment to Sam. She figured that she would cross that bridge when she got there.

"So.. A Sybian and a Monkey-Rocker.. Yeah? Anything else?" the teen seemed to have found his tongue.

"Yes. I need a ROCKHARD PACKAGE." Jasmine said, not even sure what it was, but obeying Nicole all the same.

The young man's eyes bulged. "Whaaat?" he said.

"I need a ROCKHARD PACKAGE as well." she repeated.

"Oh! Sorry. I thought you were referring to something else.. The Rockhard Package, delivered weekly to the same address as well?" apparently some blood was finally flowing to his brain instead of his clearly stiff erection.

"Er. Yes." Jasmine paused, her curiousity was piqued, "Actually, what is the Rockhard Package?"

"You don't know what the Rockhard Package is, but you're getting it?" he asked, slightly taken aback.

"Uh.. Yeah. It's a dare. So.." Jasmine used the first lame excuse that popped into her mind.

"Oh, well.. the Rockhard Package is our biggest and best collection of porn magazines. So if you sign up for the Rockhard, you immediately get registered with all our partners. And they will send you their magazines every week at a discount! I mean, this dare thing is temporary right? Do you really want to get the Rockhard?" he actually seemed concerned.

"Yes, yes.." Jasmine replied slowly. More to explain to Sam about, but she had no choice after all.

"Alright, you're all set then. The two machines should reach you within the next two days, and the magazines this weekend, and every weekend after."

"Thank you!" Jasmine practically ran out of the shop after making payment.

"I'd.. We'd.. love to see you again.." came the young man's voice.

Jasmine got home at 2. She was an hour late, and the van was already parked outside her house. Parking her car in the driveway, she ran as fast as she could, perched on the slutty high heels, and rapped smartly on the driver's door. The workmen were pissed, complaining that they had had to wait for Jasmine for the past hour. Even her skimpy attire and effusive apologies did not seem to appease them.

"Please, please, just come in and do the job. I know you have to get it done today and we're both on a tight schedule. I'm so sorry you nice men had to wait for me.."

Finally, after much dissing and complaints, the two men in the front got out and opened the back of the van. There were another three Latino-looking men in the back, and they began to gather their equipment. Jasmine honestly had no idea what Nicole had arranged for them to set up, but she hoped that they would be quick.

She was leading the men to the front door and had just reached into her handbag for her keys when, to her horror, she realized what would happen next. It had only just hit her.

"Erm. Do you nice men mind waiting for a while? There's something I need to do." she said softly.

"WHAT?! We already waited for you for an hour." the leader, Ramirez, frowned at Jasmine who was beginning to bun up her hair.

Blushing profusely, Jasmine swiftly stripped off her skimpy dress and heels. Then, she removed her wedding ring and slid it slowly into her pussy. It took her less than 20 seconds. Then, naked as the day she was born and surrounded by 5 strangers, Jasmine got into her favourite position on the front porch, completely exposed.

The silence was deafening and the jaws of the workmen immediately dropped. They could not take their eyes of Jasmine's beauty posing in such an erotic position in front of them completely naked. Her big tits were thrust out, as though begging for them to stare and admire them. It was only her pink and smoothly shaved pussy that could distract them from the succulent melons.

Jasmine was actually shell-shocked herself. She had not put two and two together last night, but she had finally realized that Nicole had all along planed for her to be naked while the workmen did their work because they would be doing the work in the house after all. She was just hoping for the 30 seconds to pass quickly, when..

"You're really one dirty whore, aren't you?" one of the workmen, Jerri - from his nametag, had roughly grabbed one of her big tits.

"Get in there, we're going to give you one hell of a pounding." another, Christian, had grabbed her by the shoulders and began pushing her towards the door.

"No, please, please. I need 30 seconds. Please, just wait." the naked Jasmine begged.

The men laughed at her comments. "Well, if you enjoy being naked in public so much.." Ramirez said. To be fair, they did allow her to stand in her favourite position without much disturbance aside from manhandling her tits and pussy.

But as soon as 30 seconds were over, they demanded that she open the door. They grabbed her roughly by the legs and tits and threw her on the sofa. Trying to buy some time, Jasmine cooed, "Get your pants off, you lot of strong men. Then give the cocks to me." She slid her fingers into her pussy to retrieve her wedding ring.



Needless to say, no work was done within the first two hours. However, a horny and busty naked Jasmine was well-done and covered in cum by the end of it all. It was a good gangbang, even if, despite her 3 orgasms, Jasmine would have been the last to admit it. Through her deep breaths, she said to the men almost pleadingly, "Can we get the job done now? Please, I'm really on a tight schedule.." 

Ramirez inserted two fingers deep inside her wet and slimy pussy, before remarking, "Not so tight anymore, I think!"

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He unceremoniously stuck his finger into Jasmine's mouth. She had no choice but to obediently suck his finger, which was covered in a mixture of cum from the workmen and her own, clean.

At least the men began their work while Jasmine cleaned herself off in the toilet. "I've just been fucked in my house by 5 strangers.." she tried to come to terms with how far she had fallen. Her mouth and pussy were very sore.



When she emerged, she realized, to her horror, that the job that Nicole had arranged for was an extensive surveillance system all over her house. Pinhole cameras were being hidden in nooks and crevices, such that the entire house could be observed. Sighing, she did not bother speaking to the men and tried to ignore their comments about "THEIR well-used fucktoy". Of course, she had to remain naked per Nicole's instructions and the men enjoyed the view.

She proceeded to the next step of her instructions. She had planned to complete it when she first reached home, before the workmen (now, "camera-men", as she realized) had arrived. But, since she had been late, she had to do it now. She removed all her old clothes from the wardrobe, beginning with underwear and ending with her sexy work clothes - sexy by normal standards, but pale in comparison to the whore attire that she had purchased today. All were packed into boxes for disposal. It took longer than she expected, but frequent spanks on her tanned ass were enough to distract her from mourning about throwing away her clothes. Having to stop and pose in her favourite position for the men to take pictures of her completely naked form was also disruptive.



Nicole wanted her to replace her clothes with her new purchases - "sluttire", as she had called it with a laugh. Jasmine realized that, between rushing to the workmen's van like a crazed woman and being fucked like a cheap whore, she had left her new apparel in the car. Sighing, she picked up the red dress that one of the men had "kindly" brought in and cast aside on the floor, and walked towards the main door. 

"LOOK GUYS. The kinky slut is going out naked again!" Jerri shouted loudly.

The evening breeze whistled past her as Jasmine stepped out on the porch and a fresh wave of humiliation washed over her naked body. She felt relieved that she could finally put on clothes again, even if it was just the slutty dress and heels.

It was just as well that her new purchases were small and skimpy, and hence lightweight. But, perched on her extremely high heels, Jasmine decided to make two trips. She first carried the box containing her "white outfit" and new make-up to the doorstep. However, she paused at the doorway, groaning softly, realizing that she had to strip naked if she was to bring the first batch of items into the house. She decided to set the things down on the porch and grab the rest before entering.

Naturally, the workmen on the first floor got to witness the sight of the busty Jasmine stripping naked and posing in her favourite position on the door step again. Jasmine almost rolled her eyes as they rushed forward like teenage boys to take pictures with the exhibitionist in the erotic position. Of course, her big tits were squeezed and shaved pussy stroked, and everything was photographed for posterity.

After 30 seconds, she walked into the house, dumping the box and bags near the front door. The workmen, laughing at "their kinky Jas tart", continued their work as Jasmine refilled her wardrobes on the second floor with her sluttire. Passing by her shoe cabinet on the first floor, she remembered Nicole's instructions and added her old shoes to the boxes that were marked "For Disposal", replacing them with the two pairs of slut-heels that she had just received today. Nicolette had told her to take everything out, except for a pair of sports shoes, and she obeyed.

Shortly after she was done, Ramirez called out to her, "Slut, we're done."

Jasmine took a brief look at the ceiling and walls. They had done a good job, she figured, as she could not see where the cameras were any longer. She was actually half-hoping that Nicole had just sent them to fuck her, and the surveillance was just a muse.

"Uh. Ok. How much will that be?" the naked Jasmine asked.

"Well.. $4,500 for the system and wiring. And say.. $1000 for using our cocks. EACH. So that will be $9,500 in total." Ramirez sneered.

Jasmine gasped. What a scam! The tools were actually trying to charge HER for fucking her.

Yet, defeated, she replied, "Alright, alright.." It was hard to negotiate when she were naked and standing with her legs a foot apart, with 5 pairs of eyes boring deep into her voluptuous tits and smooth pussy. Sighing, she signed off on a cheque and handed it to the man.

Thinking they were about to leave, she turned around and was about to go upstairs and get the things she needed for her next stop. She was supposed to have been there at 5:30pm, and it was already 6. 

Suddenly, she was faced with 3 muscular men. Quick footsteps behind her told her that the other 2 were surrounding her from the back.



Trying to assume any kind of poise was hard when her naked body was completely exposed, and Jasmine stammered, "Wha.. What's going on? What do you want?"

"Get on your knees, you horny bitch. You're going to suck our cocks one more time." Jerri rasped assertively.

Of course, Jasmine had no choice. She was soon faced with 5 already stiff cocks as she knelt down like a cheap slut. She tried to service 3 at once, one in her mouth and one in each hand. After a few minutes, she heard one of the men order, "Get your cunt up. We want to fuck you on your bed."

Jasmine didn't even bother protesting. She got up slowly, and, still holding a cock in each hand, walked swiftly up the stairs to her room. It was certainly a sight to behold, a naked beauty leading 5 horny men to her bedroom. The fact that she was leading 2 of the men using their cocks made it seem as though SHE was the one demanding a good hard fucking, further emphasizing the erotic scene.

The moment they were in the bedroom, she was quickly thrown on the bed.

An hour later, a completely naked, her face covered in fresh cum and even more leaking out from her well-used pussy, waved goodbye to the workmen's van. They had ordered her to stand in the doorway and wave to them.

Jasmine knew that Sam was working late today, but it was almost 8 and "late" meant that he would be back soon. Resigned, she knew that she would not be able to make it to her last stop for the day, and decided to face the music from Nicole the next day. She hurried up the stairs, realizing to her horror that there were a few cum drops on the floor, possibly from her leaking pussy. Even worse, her bed was slightly wet from sweat and cum.... ... ...

[wuxi]

Jemma - thanks for sharing nice story.

[JEMMA]

Originally Posted by wuxi

Jemma - thanks for sharing nice story.

Thank you for your comments.

[JEMMA]

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Originally Posted by JEMMA

Sorry everyone !

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[JEMMA]

She pondered the situation for a moment, then reached for her phone and gave Sam a call. "Hey baby," she cooed, "Are you on your way home? Do you mind picking up a roast chicken from that place I like at the mall for me? Yes, I got home early and I have a surprise for you. See you in a bit baby." 

Sam had just left the workplace, and his having to pick up the food would give her about an hour more, she calculated. Barely enough time. She hastily washed up in the bathroom. She wished she would have time to have a proper shower, but did her best to wash out her used and cum-filled pussy as well as scrubbed her face clean of cum. She brushed her teeth thoroughly hoping that the salty smell would be covered up. Then, she hurried to the bedroom and changed the sheets and blankets. She had just picked up the mop when she heard the familiar sound of Sam's car in the driveway. 

Jasmine sprinted down the stairs, her big tits flopping noisily. She latched the door from the inside and waited for Sam to walk up to the porch.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I'm trying to move something about, and its currently blocking our door. Could you give me a couple of minutes? Maybe you could take a look at the utilities meter in the garage that's been wonky recently?" she used the first excuse that came to mind.

"Sure, baby. Don't worry about it. But if you need me to help you, I can always come in from the back!" 

"No!! No!!" Jasmine replied, before forcing herself to sound calm, "No, it's fine. See you in a bit!"

She hurriedly gave the floor a quick mop, before rushing to the bathroom again to wipe off the slight sheen of sweat that covered her naked body. Then, she applied a thin coat of FKME RED on her lips.

Sam was greeted at the doorway by the sight of his beautiful wife, completely naked. The lights were turned off, and she sultrily rubbed his forearm, pulling him in.

"I got home early today.. Showered.." Jasmine brought Sam's hands to her big tits, "Shaved.." - dragged his fingers over her smooth pussy - "and then cleaned up our place like a good maid.. Now.. I think it's time for you to treat me like one.." she finished.

Sam loved his wife, and most of all, she was an extremely good fuck. That night, she seemed a little more physically sensitive than usual, sometimes gasping aloud when he squeezed her big tits or rubbed her pussy roughly. Well, she had always liked it rough, he reasoned, and thought nothing of it.

Jasmine faked a loud orgasm that night, but the feeling of her husband's warm seed spurting into her pussy made her feel slightly less dirty, as though the mixture of 5 different workmen's cum from just over an hour ago was being washed out....

END of this storyline....
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[JEMMA]

X Café

Here I share with you a short Erotic Tale while I gather another series of Hardcore Storyline for you next weekend..... ....

A young woman (POV) invites a customer from the café she works at into her bedroom. But he's not the only guest.... ....

It was all about the sex, and the sex was always fine. There was a lot of it. I was constantly buoyed along in the afterglow of one orgasm or another. I walked in a fog of sex. I was distracted by it. I bumped into things. There were always bruises. I looked at everyone as a potential partner and it was right to feel this way. Finally my world had caught up to me. I no longer felt like a secret predator, hiding my lust behind a friendly façade. I felt more honest like this. I flirted with intent.

On this occasion, it was all about the timing. I was at the One Street house, our house, clothed in evening wear. High boots and a dress that billowed. There was opera on the stereo. All this because I couldn’t bear the idea of washing up, a job I hated and rarely completed without the theatre of the dress and the music. I made a performance of it, treating myself to sips of chilled wine between each burnt-bottomed pan.

When he arrived the last of the dishes was dripping foam into the precarious pile by the sink. The door was open and he stood in the lounge room and the muslin cloth was flapping in a hot breeze and I turned around and it was like a scene from some movie. Him so beautiful, me in my evening gown and my rubber gloves, the opera screaming to an exquisite climax.

I almost laughed, the poetry of the moment struck me as comical. I had given him my address but I didn’t expect he would find me. He was a customer at the café and every time I spotted him perched on one of the cane stools I became inept. I dropped cups, fumbled cakes off their plates; once I even dropped a whole tray, hot with dishes just washed.

So I didn’t try to speak to him when he stood in my lounge room. I took my clothes off, standing in boots and bra as the opera quietened to a duet.

I walked past him into the bedroom where our king-sized futon kissed three of the walls and when he stumbled out of his trousers I noticed that his penis was too large. He was a tall man, and I was short enough to approach it warily. I could only fit a fraction of it in my mouth. I rolled the condom part of the way using my lips, but I was forced to back off, finish the job with my fingers. It was the first time this had happened to me. I wondered if it would hurt.



I was wet, which was unusual. I am not the kind of girl you read about in pornographic magazines, oozing juices. My excitement leaves me perhaps a little damp. Even after orgasm there is no more than a discreet slick, just enough to give a slippery edge. I like the feel of lubricant and face cream and spit, but I am like a desert, hot and fierce with passion but with only a hazy glimpse of moisture, a mirage.

On this day, perhaps because of the heat or the opera or the hours standing at the sink in high heels, there was little need for lubricant. I used it anyway, the size of his penis made a little knot in my lower abdomen. Too big for me. I thought he might hurt. I squeezed the clear stickiness onto my palm and marveled at the distance traveled by my fist, each stroke a journey all the way from the tip to the flat of his belly which was surprisingly pale and soft, like something newborn and desperate for protection.

I lay him on our bed, this man that I had wanted for so many weeks. I straddled his hips and settled myself down gently, only a small way.

How could I take much more of him into me? I measured the uncharted territory with my hand. I would need both hands to cover it. I stroked the vulnerable length with my fingers, my hand an extension of my cunt, massaging all the length of him. With my other arm steadying myself I wondered how I would bring myself to orgasm without loosing my grip on him completely.

The door was still open and there was him, Richard, standing in the doorway, grinning. I had brought him a prize, hunter-gatherer. It could have been anyone, a stranger on a bus, someone I met at work last night, anyone. He wasn’t to know that the soft groans from beneath me were the sweet chinking sounds of a jackpot paying out, the one I had wanted for so long.

He joined us without introduction. His hand linking fingers with, then replacing, my own on the generous length of penis, my body impaled on top of it, slowly relaxing to consume more of it. I felt his fingers edging into me, stretching the flexible skin, thickening the load. I felt him reach up inside me with his spidery hand and measure the length to the tip of the cock, marveling (I assumed) at the size and shape of it.

Then the fingers withdrew and I felt his tongue touching my clitoris briefly before making the long journey down to that tender pale flesh of the man’s belly. I kissed the boy. He had a sensual mouth, wide and warm. His spit tasted of oranges. His tongue was long and it pushed up between my teeth and the soft underside of my lips. I wasn’t sure if he had felt Richard’s arrival, if he knew that the soft squeezing pressure was not some internal muscular sex-worker’s trick, but the excited fingers of my lover. I had told him about Richard of course, warned him. If you find me at this address you will find Richard there as well. I kissed this new-found prize and there was a gentle pressure on my anus, a tentative testing with a fingertip followed by the cold nozzle of the lubricant and a sudden icy trickle shooting inside me, slipping around the edges, readying me for the next part of this strange dance.



It is easy to disappear when there are two penises entering you. This is what I liked most about the double entry. As long as the smaller one is in the back there is barely any physical discomfort.

There was no pressure for me to perform. The men performed for each other. I was free to watch them find each other’s mouths over the slight obstruction of my shoulder. When their tongues lapped, I was there to watch. I saw them exploring the wet cavities of each other’s mouths. I felt their cocks butt up against each other. I felt them change their rhythm so that their thrusting would be synchronised.

They sucked my breasts, each tongue eager to prove itself more ardent. It was a competitive consumption of my body, their wrestling for position was half in earnest.



I felt the new lover reach around with his extra-ordinarily long arm I felt him stroke the sensitive muscle with his fingertips, slipping on lubricant, forming a perfect O around Richard’s penis. The extra pressure was too much for Richard. We felt the pulsing start, the two of us, this new lover and myself. We felt the uncontrollable spasms of his hips as he relinquished any thought of gentleness and pumped hard, forcing himself into me in a jerking rhythm.

The new lover thrust his head backwards to expose his throat. He was about to come too. I tried to lift myself off him to attempt a subtle retreat, but Richard was still collapsed on my back, his hips twitching in an echo of his orgasm. The boy bucked forward and it hurt, but it was also, surprisingly, pleasurable. He thrust high and hard against the shrinking swell of Richard’s penis. I was flushed with the effort of taking him in. I felt the pumping of it stretching me and I pressed my thumb against my clitoris, back and forth. I wanted to come. When there was a new lover in my bed I never came. I would save it up for later when Richard and I could be alone and have more time to reflect. But this was my prize, the boy who made me spill milk, drop cups, fumble cakes into customers’ laps.

END

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[JEMMA]

Here's another frictional storyline of Jasmine, being a Solicitor, while her boss is Sam....

Enjoy and hope you like it.....

EP-1

Samuel dropped the case files on Jasmine's already buried desk and laughed. "Here you go, busy-bee. You got some catching up to do." She could smell the cloud of body spray following him when he moved. Eau de Asshole, she thought and smiled, her eyes stinging from his acrid musk.

Sam had been in her law school class, but now he was her superior at work. It was unfair, but she knew he'd ended up as second chair on some important cases purely because he went out with the guys after work. Drinks with the boss was a time-honored way to get ahead of your coworkers, and Sam played every card in his hand to climb the ladder. 

She'd bested him in grades and in mock trial in school, and she consistently turned in better, more thorough work here in the office. On every metric that should matter, she could take him. Yet here she was in the fog of his cologne, staring at the pile of discovery documents he'd dropped on her. Just in the act of delivering them to her, he'd played it up to feel like her boss. Psych-outs and power-plays were the norm in any law office, especially for the young turds who wanted to make their name. Jasmine wanted to make hers, and she was fast deciding she'd also like to ruin Sam's in the process. 

She knew it was petty. Daydreaming about Sam getting hit by a car or keeling over and dying from eating someone's stolen lunch again wasn't very nice. Sam wasn't worth her very precious time, especially if she was going to get familiar with the Span case by tomorrow. Getting added to the case was a major accomplishment and a huge opportunity, one she wasn't going to squander for lack of preparation. She opened the top folder and began to comb through the papers, letting the facts of the case find their places in the tapestry of it all, forming a detailed picture in her mind.

Slowly, the argument formed in her head. She knew the charges, and how the DA was treating the case, and she tailored her thinking to fit. It was something she'd always been able to do. Once she knew the facts of something, she could always see the argument, the best path through the bullshit and into the heart of the matter. It was why she'd studied the law, why she'd fallen in love with its language and spirit. It felt good to work that muscle, and she lost herself for a while in her thinking. She noticed Sam over her shoulder and wondered how long he'd been standing there, watching her. 

"Yes?" she asked, annoyed at the intrusion into her space. She closed the folders. Sam had a reputation in school for letting others take the notes and then cajoling his way into study groups. She wasn't sure how he'd passed the bar, and frankly, she didn't want to ask. His family was loaded, according to the office gossip. 

"Just wanted to see if you needed some help going over those. I can explain it to you if there's something you don't get." She clenched her fists and concentrated on stifling the words that were springing into her mouth. 

With all her restraint, she managed to say, "No, thanks. I'll get through it. It's just so hard with all those big lawyer words." She batted her eyes sarcastically, the rest of her face a mask of contempt. To the office in general, she announced, "Stepping out to lunch." It was 2pm, but she didn't care. Jasmine gathered up the documents and stuffed them into her valise, shouldered past Sam and headed for the door. 

"Something I said?" he called out after her. What a tool, she thought, picking up her stride down the hall and into the elevator. 

The Diner was just a couple blocks away from the courthouse, but something about the old vinyl booths and the constant smell of burnt coffee always left her feeling nostalgic. She'd spent many late nights here during school, poring over books and case law, or writing lengthy papers arguing the merits of some precedent or another. That seemed decades ago. Damn, was she getting that old so quickly? She was nearly 32, way past being over the hill. The place was nearly empty. 

She nodded at Mary, the longtime waitress, and went to her usual booth back toward the bathrooms. Home sweet home, she thought. She lived here or at the office far more than she saw her real apartment. She'd considered adopting a cat, but she knew deep down that she couldn't risk a living thing relying on her schedule. She ordered a cup of black coffee from Mary and put her nose back into the case. 

The Span case was a big one, newsworthy, capturing the whole city's attention. Giovanni Span, the defendant's father, was widely rumored to control most if not all the organized crime on the north side, and his kid was facing some charges stemming from an altercation at a nightclub. Nothing too terrible, but there was a weapons charge and an assault. She could prove the gun was there.

The assault was more of a gray area, and even Jasmine wondered if the victim, claiming to have been punched in the face by young Andreas Span, wasn't just fishing for a settlement. The media was determined to portray Andreas as the rising godfather of his syndicate family. As she looked through the evidence, though, Jasmine found herself struggling to distinguish between the truth and the DA's attempts to get to Giovanni by going after his kid.

She didn't want to think her boss would be so devious, but his was an elected position, and she knew how often politics stepped ahead of justice. Another hour passed, along with several refilled mugs of the warm, dark, thinking juice. A man walked toward the bathroom, but just as he reached her booth, he slid himself into the seat across from her. "Can I help you?" she asked, without immediately looking up from the file.

"Giovanni Span" he said. Jasmine looked up, startled, and closed all the case folders hastily. 

"You can't be here. We can't be talking like this." She started to look for the waitress, but the old man's spotted hand was on hers. It was heavy, and rough, and strong. If his son had half his gravitas and charm, it was no wonder people thought he was being groomed to run half the crime in the city. 

Giovanni spoke again. "Well, I'm here, and we're meeting. Whether you say anything 'bout it is up to you. The only thing that absolutely won't happen is my son remaining behind bars, ya got me? Now, I've made my mistakes, but Andreas is a good kid. He doesn't deserve to be tarred with my brush. I heard you were just put on this case. I remember you as a public defender. You were smart, smarter than those jokers usually are. I knew you'd get out of that pit and climb up the ladder."

Jasmine sat frozen, her eyes wide, as her short career flashed through her mind. She scanned the diner for other lawyers, but thankfully, the place was deserted. 

"Relax. I cleared the place. I need you to help me. Just be fair. Look at the evidence, not at the rumors." Nodding vigorously, Jasmine shakily responded, "Yes, I understand. Of course." Besides, she thought, who in their right mind would say no to the Giovanni Span? Maybe those who want to die tonight. So much for legal ethics, she mused grimly. She tried to steady her hands by choking the life out of her coffee mug. 

Giovanni continued, "Everybody says they're fair, but sometimes people need a nudge to stay that way." He looked at her pointedly. 

"Look, Mr. Span, I don't know what you've heard about me, but I'm not in the business of being bribed." Giovanni raised an eyebrow. Ok, Jasmine you must be feeling suicidal today. Inhaling deeply, she continued, "I'm not trying to put innocent men away, and I don't want to lock a kid up just because public opinion sways in that direction this week. But if Andreas did it, and I can prove that, he'll serve out his time." 

Giovanni smiled. It was a vicious thing, his lips pulled back in a sneer that spread no joy across his features. "Andreas is a good kid. He didn't do this. I need you to understand that, so you can convince the DA to quit going after my kid. If he wants to see me in court, he'll need to come for me. But arresting my boy at a nightclub...? Cowardly." The old man turned and left. 

Jasmine finished her cup of coffee slowly without reopening the files. Giovanni Span, here, meeting her. Why did he think she could sway the outcome, and who in the DA's office told him she was on the case? The questions didn't sit well with her, and she left the diner uneasily, constantly looking over her shoulder. Night had fallen while she'd been inside.

Her lunch break had gone on longer than anticipated, and she hadn't even eaten. She'd been hungry, but meeting a mobster had diminished her appetite. She headed up to the office and gathered the rest of her things, then took the train home. All she could think of during the ride was the old man's hand on hers, and the concern in his voice. Maybe he did just want his son spared this indignity. Whatever his end-game, she knew she'd be off the case if anyone knew they'd met. 

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