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Happy Drops

Even though she knew how twisted it was, Myra couldn’t break out of the routine – of adding a few ‘happy’ drops into her morning coffee. After taking her first sip, she shut her eyes, and waited a few seconds for the ‘spin’ to start, before opening her eyes to an immediate state of inebriation. The next few breathes had to be deep, as her lungs demanded for more oxygen to fight that incoming drowsiness. Half a mind spinning, and the other half in the clouds, she took slow, careful steps back to the bed, where he was still asleep.

Stopping right next to the bed, she lowered herself onto her knees, and instinctively placed a hand between her legs. Wetness – even before she felt any emotions. A single push of her clit sent instant pleasure into her body, channelling fresh waves of wakefulness as she gently lifted the sheets off his groin. The morning wood couldn’t be anymore delicious as her head went over the tip, tongue sliding out as her lips descended on his cock. She made sure not to touch him anywhere else as her head bobbed up and down, slowly stirring him awake as more saliva dribbled down the shaft.

(He groaned) ‘This early? pause shiiit.. did you take it again?’

‘Mmm-hmm’

Her mouth continued sucking him as he reached for his phone, tapping on it a few times before tucking it under the pillow. There was little for him to do besides to enjoy the moment, which was ending soon once she tied her hair up. With her hands around his balls, she went down on him even faster, slurping and gagging as his abs contracted.

(He groaned) ‘cumming baby.. i’m cum.. inngggg.. ‘

Using both his hands to push her head lower, his hips buckled at the same pace as she moaned, gulping his cum down as they hit her throat. Once her face was out of his saliva-covered dick, she climbed straight onto the bed, put one leg across his waist and sat seamlessly over his cock. Without missing a beat, her hips began rocking back and forth, grinding that mushroom head against her G-spot while she rubbed her clit relentlessly.

Still, he was not required to do anything else but to wail and groan and cramp up to her merciless cowgirl ride. The moment she arched her back, and cupped one hand onto his balls, he knew she was reaching orgasm. And when that squeeze of her hand finally came, he knew better to cover his belly as a rush of juices erupted over his groin, sometimes just leaking, and other times a squirt.

After her body calmed down, the rocking resumed, no matter if he was calling out for a second time.

‘Babe.. BABE! I’M CUMMINGGG! AGAIN!’

With that, his fists tightened on the sheets as she mindlessly continued bouncing, under foamy white cream oozed out from their interconnected nether region. There was no kissing, no fondling, no caressing. Just her, bouncing, slamming, grinding on his dick to her heart’s content.

Soon, her clit-rub stopped, and his balls were once again in her hand. When he was expecting another squeeze, she leaned forward instead, and he managed to slow her fall onto his chest.

‘Babe? Is something wrong? Babe?’

‘Nothing.. I’m fine.’

As soon as she finished her sentence, her pussy clenched up on his dick and she felt silent, turning unconscious as another rush of juices sprayed between their bodies. Somehow, he knew that she would be fine, because her vaginal walls were still contracting around his member. Carefully, he rolled her over onto her back and tucked the dry blanket under her hips, giving her a more comfortable spot to nap on.

It wasn’t the first time she was knocked out that way, and this time, he too, had the same playful thought. ‘Preying’ on her ‘vulnerability’, he raised her legs up and plunged his dick right back into her pussy, fucking that lifeless body until he came a third time. And after that, he went on to finger her until her juices covered more of the soon-to-be-changed sheets.

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Be Safer

(Janice excitedly suggesting) ‘Do you want to try anal sex this time?’

(I answered sceptically) ‘I would. But if it hurts.. ‘

(Janice responded hopefully) ‘If it hurts I’ll take the juice!’

For the past week, Janice and I have been staying in my room, although hers was just right opposite. We weren’t exactly in a relationship, but we were related – somehow. Living in a hotel, it was fairly easy to notice those who were there for leisure, and the handful who were long-term residents. As for Janice, she was even harder to ignore, often well-dressed, and still gorgeous even in ‘home clothes’.

A head of flowing long hair, professionally-permed, fair, flawless skin, on a tight, petite body joined to a mesmerising pair of long legs, with the occassional change of colours on her nails. It was too convenient for the hotel to put us, the long-term residents, together, on the same floor, sometimes side-by-side.

The fine establishment, tastefully furnished with expensive furniture, touted world-class service, minimum disturbance, and fittingly, maximum privacy for the guests staying there. It was no wonder, that no one, has yet to discover the disappearance of Janice, from her room. Well, even if they did, would it be hard to imagine a couple of their guests inter-mingling with others outside of their allocated rooms?

For the first day of her ‘stay’, I have tried a few restraining methods. From cuffs, to collars, to longer ropes, most didn’t hold up well. A well-fed maiden could garner enough strength and wit, to overcome those obstacles. As much as I hate to cause any marks to her body, I had to inflict some beatings, some scarring, and a few more bruises than intended, to keep her obedient. Violence clearly wasn’t a sustainable method. Oh, if any one of you wondered about her ‘bathroom business’, let’s just say, for a lady like her, relieving herself anywhere else besides the toilet, carried a deeper shame than what I was putting her through. So no, we didn’t have to worry about that.

I couldn’t stop thinking about ‘well-fed’. So on day two, I went through some dubious channels, met some shady people, and my hands on some consumables. The first time I administered some, she felt like a dead fish. Too much of any thing could be bad, right? So I let her sleep most of the day off, except for her second feeding, which kept her up a little longer, but she still dozed off halfway. Not wanting to risk any medical emergencies, I figured she earned the rest of the day off.

Day three started off with a hearty, English breakfast, carefully seasoned with what was her third dose. This time, she got sufficiently wet, adequately high, and even a little excited, when I relieved my urges on her. I was slightly worried when she offered to suck me off, but it was all for the greater (a.k.a. bigger) good. From breakfast, to lunch, and dinner, she was filled, as like my tummy was.

On the fourth day, I wanted to try something different. After feeding her breakfast, once she felt a little dizzy, I placed her over the vintage, wooden chair in the room. With her chest facing the backrest, I straightened her arms down the back of the seat and tied them to the feet, and sort of did the same for her feet, to keep them apart. I was initially concerned about hygiene, seeing her all bound up, but in the end she was still nice enough to be vocal about going to the loo, that I didn’t have to worry much. In that compromising and certainly humiliating position, I enjoyed myself tremendously. Her mouth, pussy, were both a delight to shoot into. I just couldn’t bring myself to try her anus. It did felt a little ungentlemanly to access that area without consent.

The morning of the fifth day, she woke me up to use the toilet. And it was time for breakfast anyway. I guess it was just a matter of time, that she realised I was drugging her. Before I could say anything, she offered her body drug free, that she wanted to ‘enjoy’ every second of it. Would you believe that? Anyway, I let her did the work that morning, and it was underwhelming compared to when she was high. For the rest of the meals, I dosed a little less, and mixed a new pill I crushed, into her food. As usual, I had my way with her, and she fell into a sleep deeper than before. I wasn’t too keen in using her when she was out. So I slept with her.

Day five began strangely, with her sitting awake next to me, yet in a daze. She couldn’t recall her name for a moment, and the past few days became more fuzzy for her. That didn’t change her situation, so I resumed feeding her food laced with potent aphrodisiac. To my surprise, she was seemingly enjoying it throughout the entire session. For a second, she felt like a hot girlfriend/ slave I could control and do whatever I want. That night, we both cuddled to sleep, though I knew I couldn’t remove the cuffs on her.

On the sixth day, I went into her room, picked out a few pieces of clothes I wanted to see her in. She quietly wore them for me, and we had a ‘lunch date’ in room. She has gotten used to seeing me drizzle that mysterious liquid, and even more used to finishing her food. After that, and for the next two meals, I felt like a boyfriend, stripping my own girlfriend to be used for my sole pleasure, like she had a fetish to be used that way. That very night, I put a dash of the unknown powder into her drink, and she fell asleep almost instantly. It was time to purge her memories.

Waking up to a hand stroking my manhood one week into it, I thought she had broken free and was about to cut my dick off. Thankfully, she was just up, and horny. Did she took the juice on her own? Or did something happen to her psychologically? In any case, we had pure, raw sex before we had any food, or drugs, and she was surprisingly more susceptible than ever. She went to the toilet on her own, she sucked me off without hesitation, and bent over the moment I got hard. Still, I had to help her forget. How about getting her turned on in her sleep, would her horniness overpower the desire to sleep?

After all these, it’s only right for me to pay for her accommodation right?

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Any Staircase

(Maeve whispered) ‘did you take the pill like I asked?’

‘Yes. About 40 or 50 minutes ago?’

‘Is it working?’

‘Umm yes? If not why are we going up this block?

As soon as we stepped into the lift, I went behind her and held her in my arms before stuffing her hands into my shorts, to bring some relief to my swollen, throbbing manhood. On our way up, I couldn’t stop pecking and suckling on her neck to hear her soft, sensual moans, that only drove me crazier in my pants.

Once we reached the second-highest floor, the level that we had once visited for the same purpose, I grabbed her wrist and led her up a single flight of stairs, into a dusty, little space. Somehow, I was so worked up that evening that I didn’t wait for our ‘rush’ to settle down, and just yanked my shorts down for her attention. Within seconds, I already had her on her knees, sucking me off cautiously as I drifted in and out of euphoria.

By the time she stopped, after what felt like a really short time, we were both ‘too hot’ and ‘beyond ready’. We immediately went into doggy-style over the steps and I slipped my cock into her wet, pulsating pussy without any difficulties. In seconds, we were humping like long-lost lovers, giving up on those cheesy, unhelpful kissing for the pure rush of adrenaline from having impromptu, raw sex in such a public space.

My hips just kept thrusting harder and deeper into her rear cushions, mowing through the orgasms that resonated through her tightening vaginal walls. The pill that I took, gave me that jolt of energy, extra cache of stamina that I never had, to fuck my lover until her knees could no longer hold her up. Seeing how weak she has become, I placed her onto her back and repositioned myself between her legs, in missionary this time.

I no longer had to worry about any fall-hazard as she could just ‘lay back and relax’, while I slammed my cock tirelessly into her pussy that was overflowing with juice. It was, her turn to wander in and out of consciousness as I stabbed her buttons mercilessly, only getting pleas for me to stop whenever I made any sudden, abrupt ‘strokes’.

It was during one of her ‘orgasms’, that she became extremely agitated, pushing and almost, kicking me away. When she finally gave in to my relentless pounding and fingering, she let herself go and actually squirted a huge pool at the bottom of the steps. She confessed that she could not take anymore of my cock in that state and retreated to a wall (while seated on the steps). So, I went up to her, bent my knees a little, and returned my monster cock into her mouth.

Sucking diligently at first, I gradually lost control of my waist and found myself gloating at her demise as she choked and gagged to my vicious, unsympathetic thrusts down her mouth. Something in me kept me going despite her extreme discomfort, until I finally blew my load while embedded so deeply in her throat, that she did not even need to ‘swallow’.

Face covered in a mix of bodily fluids, I cleaned her up and remain seated for however long she needed to recover, and process what I did.

(Maeve asked concerned) ‘Is it still hard?’

‘A little? But it’s ok.’

‘It’s not.. ‘

With that said, she helped me on my feet and brought me to the railing, where she bent over, and held safely onto, for me to help myself. I spread her cheeks a little and dived right back in, senses soothed by the familiar, hot embrace of her pussy around my unbecoming of a dick. The second load, went into its rightful hole and left its trail down her thighs as Maeve went home pantyless.

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4-way

(Winnie asked) ‘Coffee for you uncle?’

‘Oh yes please. That would be nice.’

Sitting on the study table amongst the girls who had just finished decorating the hotel room to celebrate my daughter’s sixteenth birthday, I was just touched and grateful that she had them as friends. Witty, cheerful, and forward-thinking, it was then I realised how much they had influenced her, even though it consisted parts of a ‘rebellion’. While they seemed like the type who would go wild if they ever had the chance, I was not worried at all worried about my girl’s safety, for I know their strong-willed nature would not let any harm come to the group of them.

As soon as the coffee was cold enough to be drank, I slurped up the entire cup hungrily and resumed my ‘old man talk’ with them, trying my best not to ‘disgrace’ my girl as I cleverly kept up with their random change in topics. In the next few minutes, I gradually lost coherence (in my words), along with increasingly-weaker limbs that I could no longer lift.

(Claire asked) ‘Uncle? Are you ok? You’re not speaking straight.. uncle? Uncle?!’

The three of them then rushed to my side, prodding my arms and legs to make sure I wasn’t numb in those places. Despite my fragility, I managed to conjure a smile, that reassured them of my awareness. They then brought me to the lounge chair, arranged my arms in a comfortable position – and began tugging at my pants.

All my ‘screams’ and ‘shouts’, were easily ‘ignored’ as they were no louder than the TV blaring their club music in the background, partly disabled by whatever drugs they had slipped into my coffee. At one glance, I realised that of all my ‘limp’ parts, there was one that wasn’t affected.

Janice, the fittest of them, grabbed my cock and began to fiddle with it, dragging her fingertips along my shaft repeatedly to the amazement of the rest of the girls. One by one, they took turns and used my hopeless, helpless, facial expressions to ‘see’ who did the best. Bombarded by such, fantastical hands that excelled in their own ways, I was more tired than if one of them had just finished me off.

(Janice asked) ‘Who wants to taste him next?’

(Winnie raised her hand excitedly) ‘I’ll go!’

Leaning in from my right, she put her lips over the tip of my cock before she gathered her long, wavy hair, tying them into a ponytail before diving further down my shaft. With no other means to channel my exasperation, I breathed deep to the rhythm of her strokes, unintentionally ‘growing’ my manhood while I broke out in hot sweat.

Sensing how I was turned on by her mouth, Winnie ended the blowjob just as I was at my hardest, and held the girls back as I lost some ‘motivation’ down there. Once it dwindled far enough, it was Claire’s turn to have a go, starting with a slow, sensual handjob. A few minutes of that later, she slipped her mouth over my cock and went all the way down, shocking her friends with repetitive, deep throat thrusts that sent my hips shivering uncontrollably.

All of them were in silence as Claire devoured me like a sex-starved kitten, jerking the lower-half of my erection while suckling the other half hard. In mere minutes, I was groaning beyond my control, and she knew better to stop and let me catch my breaths.

(Claire asked) ‘Janice? You wanna have a go?’

‘Umm.. I think not. There’s some liquid coming out of the tip.’

(Claire replied) ‘Tsk! That’s just.. licking droplet off pre-cum.. It’s sweet!’

(Janice interrupted) ‘Can I just.. ride him?’

(Claire and Winnie oof-ed together) ‘Woooo.. GO GO!/ YOU GO GIRL!’

Without hesitation, Janice pulled her panties down from under her high-waist, pleated skirt and climbed over my member, ready to guide my meat into her, if not for the two girls who had already caught it. Like good tag-team partners, they pointed ‘me’ in the right direction as Janice lowered herself, in whimpers and gasps as she was split around me.

Adding some spit and saliva to where she had not ‘covered’, the rest of the distance were made easier once Janice started moving, back and forth in an autonomous trance. Soon, loud, livid moans echoed around the room as her vagina tightened around me, leaking more juices as her movements went out of tempo. In less than five minutes, she came and crashed hard into my shoulders, body still trembling when they helped her off me.

Still as hard as a rock, Winnie mounted me in reverse-cowgirl and went wild like Janice. It was when she became much tighter, and wetter, did I learnt what her hands were so busy with. Adding some fingers to her clit at the same time I ‘entertained’ her pussy, she came once, then twice, then thrice before a gush of warm, viscous bodily-fluid rained over my balls.

Her orgasm, that came a few seconds after the squirting-spree, was undoubtedly more intense when she almost fell off the chair, saved by Claire who was flabbergasted, by her explusion. Once she was tucked away into the bathroom, it was Claire’s turn, to receive the full brunt of my restored vigour. Some time between Janice and Winnie, my strength was slowly returning, but it wasn’t until Claire’s turn, could I ‘test’ all of my muscles to know that I was ‘back’.

Claire, was taking up the forward-cowgirl stance when I suddenly sat upright, hugged her clothed-body close, jumped up, and laid her on the bed. Since I was already, and still, inside her, I showed no mercy when I unleashed the dragon, pummeling her with full force that knocked the wind out of her for a second.

For some reason, I couldn’t resist the urge to pull Janice’s leg to put her next to Claire, and swiftly jammed a finger into her sloppy-wet pussy. Finger-fucking her as I pounded Claire silly, it was no wonder Winnie had to ‘rush’ out of the toilet to see what was going on. I just needed to point a finger at her (Winnie), and then the bed, for her to crash right beside Claire.

Filled with either two fingers, or my dick, the girls were too eager to let me punish them, in an unharmonised melody of moans. Thankfully, I was able to swap between them for a bit before I had to explode, without knowing how they would take it.

(I groaned) ‘I’m cumming.. how do you girls.. ‘

Before I knew it, Winnie, the smallest of them, flipped onto her back and flung her legs into the air for me. No more than a few seconds later, Claire crawled on top of her in 69 and sat over her face, in an attempt to mute her while she finished me off.

For fairness’ sake, I didn’t allow Claire to just undermine her friend and shoved my cock into Winnie, jerking her whole body as I slammed my groin at her pussy. Moving faster and harder with each passing second, I had to delay my orgasm by grasping Claire’s ample bosoms, tuning her nipples like a DJ while she got eaten out.

‘CUMMING FOR REAL THIS TIME! KA.. MINGGGGHHH!’

I pulled out just in time to litter Winnie’s belly, with thick, gooey cum that sprayed as far as her tiny chest. Making use of Claire in that unique position, I brought her face to my cock and made sure I was thoroughly cleaned, before I let her go.

To end it all, I fell back into the lounge chair as Claire and Janice, the two girls I didn’t cum on, laid next to Winnie and proceeded to slurp my cum up, tickling Winnie in the process. After that unspeakable session, the four of us took a shower together and got dressed, with a time to spare before the party began.

Like a un-idiotic dad, I let the girls have the room and only returned late at night to check on them, which really were just my daughter and Claire. I had just tucked my drunk little girl properly into bed when Claire, the light-sleeper unaffected by any amount of alcohol, woke up to my presence.

Unwanting to disturb my girl, she asked me into the bathroom and we had a long talk, about what we did earlier, and how sensitive her over-developed breasts were all the time. It was there, when I decided to show her the allure, of her unconventionally-sized boobs – in doggy-style, in front of a full-length mirror.

In her minced-up, choppy words, ‘there is nothing, sexier than, to see my boobs jiggle, to a big cock sliding in, and out of my, pussy that no one else, could see, and only I, can feel.’

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Slimming Dust

(Maeve asked) ‘J? Do you know what’s ice?’

‘Yeah. It’s a drug, also known as meth.’

(Maeve asked) ‘Do you know what are some of it’s side effects?’

‘Hmm.. high? I think it makes one more alert.. and I think it has slimming effects too.’

(Maeve asked) ‘Do you think I am slimmer than last time?’

‘You are always slim, but you are slimmer now than before. Don’t tell me you have ice and you didn’t share k! Haha.’

While I understood her uncanny chain of questions as a joke, it apparently wasn’t so once she pulled out a tiny zip lock bag, with translucent, glass-looking rocks that some of it crushed as fine as a powder. We didn’t really spoke much once she dabbed her pinky-fingertip into some of the finer particles, and snorted them up her nose.

Of course, there was the textbook rush that threw her head backwards, followed by her soft grips on both my forearms. As much as I was in disbelief of what I just witnessed, the pieces just fitted so nicely that I couldn’t deny her story.

(Maeve whispered) ‘another side effect of it, is an increased thirst for sex.. ‘

From that point on, I was no longer in control as she slid her body down to my feet, before parting them to plant her face in my groin. Despite my knowledge of the after-effects of such an addiction, I had somehow managed to restrain myself from making any dismissive action, and even get turned on by her surging ‘appetite’.

Before I knew it, I had possibly gotten half as high as her as she slurped on my cock hungrily, licking every inch of my shaft, and suckling on my balls to include some irresistible-discomfort. Once she found a rhythm, and suction that made me purr so gently, she went at it non-stop until my brain melted into the sheets we were frolicking in.

It wasn’t long before I had to call for a break, which she really couldn’t allow given what her body was going through. In a swift and careful manner, she climbed on top of me and slid her pussy easily over my erection, thereafter rocking her hips back and forth to poke her own G-spot repeatedly.

For clarification, it was known to us both that I wasn’t particularly ‘sensitive’ in this (cowgirl) position, since there was some ‘buttons’ that her movements would not hit. So on my end, while I wasn’t overly stimulated, she was free to fuck her own brains out, right on top of me.

After some time of that one-sided ride, she dismounted my cock and went straight back to eating it, this time going so fast and sloppily that she choked more than once at her incessant deep-throat attempts. In no time, I was in a daze again, from the over-stimulation she caused at my groin area.

What I didn’t notice, was while she was going down on me, she managed to find that zip lock pouch, dipped a finger into it again, and brought it close enough to my nose that I had vacuumed it all up. As soon as I was hit by that magic dust, an unstoppable erection showed up along with some kind of rage that resembled fear, jealousy, and the strong urge to ‘punish’.

Within seconds, I had flipped her onto her chest, raised her ass up into the air, and pierced my engorged manhood into her sopping wet pussy. Given what she had done to me, it was too easy to forgo any worry or concern of ‘hurting her’, and let my hips mercilessly slam into her perky ass.

Thrust after thrust, we groaned simultaneously, and almost in sync as our body perspired uncontrollably, turning our emotions into pure piston-like motion that I just couldn’t get enough of. Fueled by the drug, and satiated by the comfort of her wet, fleshy, warm, meat pocket, it was, an interesting rush of guilt and revenge.

What I didn’t expect, was how little we spoke, even if we tried to, due to our constant need to catch our breaths. We were just essentially fucking each other silly as we took turns to ‘move’ when the other got tired. In our defense, we did change to missionary before we didn’t want to ‘disconnect’ another time, and let sometime magical, and unexpected happen.

Halfway through another mindless series of thrusts, she noticed an abundance of ‘white stuff’ exiting her vagina. Upon closer inspection, we realised that I had came, without any knowledge of it, but was still maintaining a very rigid erection. So, like how any man would cope with a hard on, I stuck it back into her and kept going, as wildly as we have been.

When the ‘medication’ finally wore off, I had regained some sensation in my loin and was able to feel my next orgasm. It was kind of logical, for us to slow down once our adrenaline died down, but I still had some to spur me on.

Just as I neared my second climax, I pulled out of her and brought my twitching cock to her mouth, which she was too exhausted to open. Thus with her permission, I slipped it into her mouth and helped myself to her tired tongue, jerking and jutting my hips until the second, big load sprayed into her face.

With that, I expended my last bit of energy and her throat movements signalled the iconic ‘swallow’ she had not had in a long while.

As for the rest of the night, we just slept soundly like a baby until a loud sniff woke me up, to her second ‘dose’ in eight hours. To that, I just laid motionless like a dead fish while she kept herself busy with my dick, a dildo, and her fingers to multiple orgasms. When everything finally died down, she had to confess, that whenever she took meth, and got incredibly horny, she would find men – to cope with that need.

Those very words, stirred me up enough to trigger another hard on, for a much-less intense session where we made ‘true love’, motivated by the jealousy she wished I was more affected by.