#The Undressing Room Podcast

[littlemelaninfics]

Ma’am I currently have covid so I’m chillin my room & was wondering if you could possibly take the time out to write some disrespectful dirty af smut for my mans Colby? Like make up sex type shet 🥵🥵😏😏

Thank you boo 💝

(gif not mine)

You tried explaining the whole way home that women gawk at him all the time and that you got used to it, but he's having none of it.

This all started at the award show we went to tonight. One of his fellow creators was making googly eyes at your cleavage the whole night and Colby took notice. What drove it home was when we pulled into the driveway and our neighbor Joseph made a comment about how we both looked nice, me especially.

Colby shook his head with his signature smirk and I knew I would have to be doing some groveling tonight.

Joseph has caused issues with us before as he's in his early 40's, a well respected surgeon with 2 Ph.d's, a Doctorate and easy on the eyes. This causing Colby to feel inferior when a "chode nose having, geriatric, Chris Hansen's most wanted grown ass man with an end of adolescence fetish" shamelessly flirts with you in front of him like he's better than him.

"Sam and I have businesses too."

"I know, baby."

"I'm fucking damn near 20 years younger than him and I'm well respected in my field, I'm with the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, I have the best fucking friends, I've traveled, I've won awards AND I was Joe fucking Rogen's podcast. He is not better than me," he said looking you directly in your eyes.

Once his rant was over, you grabbed the sides of his face as a way to calm him down knowing his anger wasn't directed at you. This was 8 months ago, 3 weeks after you moved in

Tonight he walked through the door with a huff, not bothering to hold it open.

"Um, thanks. Dick." I called out to him when I stopped the door from slamming in my face. I saw him swallow some of what was in his glass before speaking for the first time in a long while,

"You love that shit, don't you?"

I stop in my tracks and turn to face him,

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Them! All of them looking at you. One of which lives right next door. You fuck him yet? Is that why he's trying so hard to be my friend with that condescending, shit eating grin?"

"You're drunk and I'm going to bed. I already said I was sorry for my tits being on full display. What do you want me to do? Get a reduction?"

He brought his glass to his lips once more and raised his eyebrows.

"Fuck. You." I turned back around to stomp up the stairs to decompress. I take off my jewelry and shawl before unzipping the gown I'm in.

I walk in the bathroom and turn on the water. I go under the sink grabbing my favorite body wash and take a much needed shower. When I exit I see Colby undressing at the dresser, facing the mirror.

I know he didn't mean it in the slightest, but I'm still upset about what he suggested about my breast size so I decide to put on a show for someone who enjoys them in all their glory. Still in my towel, I saunter over to my side of the dresser and grab my favorite body lotion.

In that time, I notice Joseph's office light is on and the blinds are cracked. I walk over to our curtains and open them before sitting on the bed.

To anyone else, it looked like I wanted to let the city lights in, but he knew. They both did. Colby eyed me in the mirror before looking out the window.

Without a single word, he drags me along out to our balcony where the cool air heats up. He bends me over the balcony and slaps my ass. Colby pulls down my panties and inserts himself into me.

He grabs my neck and forces me to arch my back as he pounds into me.

"What's my name?"

"Dick."

He grabs my hair, “What’s my name, Y/N?”

“Daddy.” I whimper

“I can’t hear you, princess,” my body shudders and my pussy gets wetter as his grip tightens around my neck.

“Daddy!” I scream out.

“That’s right. Who else makes you feel this good? Hmmm? Tell me.”

I move my arm back to try to slow him down a bit, but he moves it away. I stand up straight and Colby wraps his free arm around my waist pushing his dick further up into me. My eyes roll the back of my head. He moves to my ear and I can hear his heavy breathing,

“Answer me”

“You, Colby! Fuck I’m gonna cum!" My vision starts to go dark and he chuckles,

“No you’re not, Baby. You’re gonna hold it like a good girl.” I whine at his words and dig my nails into his tensed muscular thigh.

He exits me and jacks off, letting my cum drip over off his tip. His head falls back at the sensation before making his next command,

“On the chair ass up” I go over to the chair and place my hands on the arm rests. He smacks my ass and I moan. My legs shake as I bite my lip. I feel Colby enter me again this time a little slower. Making me feel the length of his pulsating cock.

He gives that first good thrust, having my ass bounce back on him which only prompts him to smack it more.

“Daddy that feels so good” I stand on my tippy toes and arch my back further down.

“Bounce on me baby” I begin meeting his thrusts. He slips out of me, but immediately puts it back in getting my closer to my orgasm.

“Fuck you’re so sexy,” he plays with my clit making me shake.

“Can I please cum daddy please.”

“Hold it” he demands. He pounds harder and my eyesight gets weaker.

“Ugh daddy please” my body rattles and Colby cums balls deep in me. I can’t hold it anymore and I squirt over our feet, inevitably pushing him out. I scream out his name when he flicks his still hard cock over my soaking clit, dragging out the streams of ecstasy. I see Joseph's lights go off, but I don't care. I feel lips press to my shoulder blade with a slight bite and chuckle. Colby knows he won.

“That’s it, baby. I want it all over me," he smirks before sinking to his knees and lapping me up with licks and slurps. He stands back up and spins me around to make me taste myself. To my surprise, he spits the mixture of our cum into my mouth with the darkest eyes I've seen.

My knees go weak and I moan into his mouth. His hand wraps around my throat one more time,

“You’re mine don’t forget that," he says. Leaving me naked and spent out in the crisp Summer night.

a/n: there is a sentence that says Joseph is into women who are at the end of adolescence and and i just wanted to hat it noted that adolescence doesn't end until 24 years old

#colby brock #colby brock smut #colby brock imagine #colby brock headcanon #colby brock x reader #colby brock x black!reader #colby brock x black reader #sam and colby #sam and colby smut #youtuber smut

[cathers-world]

Poly!tedschlatt for y’all

Warning: NSFW

Context: the three of you all live together in Texas and in a poly relationship

(Afab reader)

You were laying in your bed waiting for your favorite boys to come home from recording a podcast to destroy your insides. After a few hours you get a “little” to horny and decide that you needed to get your self off. Reaching over to the nightstand you whip out you dildo and get to work

“Y/N WERE HOME” Jay yells instead of a reply they get a moan, Jay and Ted look at each other and start walking to your room where they see you and a dildo…going at it?

“Did we say you could get yourself off” Ted questions as they start to undress “I-“ you say before Jay grabs your arm and pulls you to your knees

Before you could do or say anything his cock is down your throat making you gag on his length “fucking whore couldn’t wait till we got home to please your tight cunt” Ted growls fallowed by a hard “SLAP” to your ass

As the stinging continues you feel a familiar tip on your folds and in one fast thrust ted is all the way in making you moan and gag on jays cock

“Ugh I’m not going to last long with you like this” Jay groans

With the amount of pleasure your getting and let’s be honest the amount of cock in you, you were close to your climax

“Aww you wanna cum” Ted asked

Jay pulls his cock out your mouth so you can reply “mhm” “then beg for it” Ted demands “please please dadd- daddy let me cum please” you plead before Jay returns his length down your throat

“Wanna cum at the same time?” Ted asks “without a doubt”

“Alright sweetheart go ahead and cum for us” Ted commands you as you start to have you orgasm you feel Jay and Teds cum paint your holes white…

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Sorry but this is where I’m ending it this is only my 2nd writing so plz if you like it give it some love and give me suggestions, also I will do Jshlatt, Ted, Wilbur,Quackity, sapnap, and dream

NSFW or SFW!!!

#ted nivison smut #ted nivison #poly!tedschlatt #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt smut

[y2kmcblingirliee]

pairings: |Dom!Kate| |Sub/brat reader|

cw: first person pov, degradation kink, dacriphilia, impact play, spit kink, choking

You were waiting for Kate to get out of her podcast/ interview type thing. Kate was in her office room in the house. She was speaking to the interviewers about IOWA basketball, Her recent draft. You were in the room bored, wanted her so badly.. So of course you send her a sexy photo while she’s in the interview. Kate gets your message. She checks the notification & see the photo.

Kate texts you back saying “y/n why the fuck are you sending me photos like this. You know I’m in an interview rn.” You text back “what I didn’t even do anything..” Kate just leaves you on read. You wait till the interview is over. Once you hear her say bye to the interviewers, You go straight to Kate. As you make your way over to Kate. She says “Go back in the room now & undress since you don’t understand what you did wrong.”

You obviously heard what she said.. but you didn’t want to just let her get what she wants that easily. You go to the room & just sit on the bed, waiting. Kate goes to the other room and grabs her strap & a vibrator. Kate walks into the room & she visibly looks super mad.

Kate asked you “why the fuck aren’t your clothes off?” She pulls your legs apart & she pulls off your pants/underwear. You try to touch her arm & kiss her. Kate just pushes you off & slaps you. She keeps undressing you, until you’re fully naked infront of her. You try to lean in to kiss her again. Kate takes her two fingers & sticks them in your mouth making you choke a little. She says “Didn’t I warn you to not fucking touch me, Your a dirty little slut. Now if you wanna touch me your gonna have to beg for it.”

You start to tear up a bit at her degrading you. You start begging say “Kate please let me touch you.” Kate slaps you across the face & says “Wrong name, You know exactly what to call me.” While tightening her hand around your throat. You say “m-mommy I’m so sorry.. please can I touch you.” You said with pleading eyes, hoping that will change her mind. Kate sits right next to you. Kate lifts you so that you straddle her thigh. Kate says “Since you wanted to act like a little slut & send me photos while I’m in an interview. You will get treated like one.” Kate forces you to open up your mouth, As she spits in your mouth. Forcing you to swallow it, You start sighing & whimpering. Kate put a finger in you to be “nice”. She expected you to do all the work. You start trying your best to ride on her hand. You’re not getting the right spot so you just stop.

Kate asks “Why’d you stop? Tired of doing all the work?” You say “yes m-mommy it’s too hard, I want your help please.” Kate says “well you should’ve thought about that before you wanted to act like a little slut, I would’ve gladly helped you if you weren’t acting like a spoiled brat.” You start trying to hide in her neck & kiss on her jaw.

Kate takes her hand to force you to look at her, with the opposite hand she grabs the vibrator puts it on the highest setting. You start to whimper & moan, having the vibrator on you plus her one finger. As you think that’s all she adds another finger & slaps you across the face for not keeping eye contact with her.

Kate says “you look away from me & I’ll stop.” You try your best to keep your eyes on her, but it feels so good. Your eyes start to tear up & you feel a knot in your stomach. Kate starts to look up at you. She asks you “mama, you about to cum?” & you start nodding uncontrollably. Kate takes her finger out & turns the vibrator off.

you start to sob & put your head in her neck again looking away from her. Kate sticks her two fingers in your mouth. While with the opposite hand putting the strap in you. She makes sure she puts it in real slow. You start to slowly get on the strap feeling overstimulated as ever. You say “mommy, can you please do it faster please.”

Kate slaps your ass so hard while leaving her hand on your ass. You start to feel that knot in your stomach again. Kate decides to be nice and let you cum on her fingers. You slouch over her shoulder like a baby. While Kate licks on her fingers. Kate starts to put her fingers slowly back in you. Leaving you to start crying again & whimpering. You start crying saying “m-mommy please.. I’ve been good.” Kate rolls you on the bed & Kate gets on her knees.

She puts your thighs on her shoulders to get a good angle. She starts to eat you out very fast, like her tongue is hitting all the spots. You start to feel something again, but it doesn’t feel like cum. It feels like something else. You just close your eyes & take a deep breath. While Kate speeds up her tongue & You squirt on her face. Kate licks it all up & she says “wow, baby I didn’t know I can make you do that.. It felt good didn’t it mama.” While rubbing your thighs & kissing them. She gets up to grab a rag to wipe the surrounding areas off without touching your clit knowing it’s really sensitive.

she goes to get you some sweats & one of her shirts for you to put on. She puts the clothes on for you. She starts to give you a bunch of kisses on your face & asking “baby, I didn’t go to rough right, I hope your okay baby.” & you say “I’m fine baby, Actually liked it.” Kate says “Your such a dirty girl.” While winking at you. Kate pulls you to lay on her while you guys start to fall asleep.

I hope you guys enjoyed!! Send some requests in my “Ask Me!”

I will check them & maybe even write some of them!

#Spotify #Kate #kate martin x black reader #kate martin smut #kate martin #kate martin x reader #iowa #iowa hawkeyes #iowa wbb #iowa basketball

[demonogeny]

If Secto had to leave his hosts body for anything (maybe a lil swim or something) where do you think he would store the Steef?

Do you think he'd have back up hosts incase the other escaped? I feel like he would idk.

This will be a long answer, I tried my best to rewrite it as concisely as possible. TW for abuse under the cut.*

OKTIGI HOST STORAGE. I remember Lorne stating in one of the Discodd chat podcasts that when Oktigis attend meetings at bathouses to discuss businesss and Magog Cartel matters, they get off their hosts and basically leave them in cryogenic storage, that much is canon at least in the podcasts. So I imagine Sekto, like other wealthy Oktigis, having his own cryogenic chambers for storing hosts in a similar way rich people have those fancy big closets. I imagine these storage units being a bit diverse, it's basically just more furniture to them. Some of these units could be singular pods, some may span a whole room, some may not be cryogenic and instead opt for suspension. The usage I imagine consists of the Oktigi entering the open chamber and leaving the host in there undressed and in a dazed state, then removing themselves from the host with the help of the unit's mechanism such as simply hoping onto a waiting platform, the chamber would then close and begin a temperature descent util it reaches the cryogenic effect without killing and while monitoring vitals and helping mantain functions, it would probably need to be adjusted per species or selected from a set catalogue. You can now find a drawing of this on my blog after this post.

BACKUP HOSTS. I do indeed think that is very common, especially with wealthier Oktigis, to have more than one host to choose from or as a backup, as well as there being a market to buy them and the practice to discard them, as one would do with outfits, Oktigis can have preferences and types they search after and they probably judge and compare eachother's hosts too, maybe Mike over there looks like a wimp compared to how big and strong Dave looks with his huge chad alpha male new host, maybe Becky is jealous that Maddie's host has huge bimbo bazongas, maybe Henry wants to have a secondary host with bazongas too. I do also think that Oktigis do have favorite and main hosts whenever they have many and that they have different preferences and behaviors towards them; some Oktigis could keep their hosts well groomed and healthy while others completely neglect and maim them, some may see them as no more than mere objects, or pets or form one sided bonds with them that could go from just a little endearment like a favorite shirt to romantic and lustful feelings or all the way to making them their main victim of abuse which I will elaborate on further in the case of Sekto because I think it's probably what he did

SEKTO AND THE OLDEN STEEF HOST. Going back to Sekto I would imagine that he does have or at least has had a couple of hosts to spare at the same time, he has the means for it, however I personally think that he is one of those Oktigis that have gotten too attached to a specific host, I say this because as far as I understand he has had the Old Steef as a host for quite a long while and that poor man is in such bad condition that he even looks to be blind and dying since a while ago, even if Sekto likes the build and strenght Steef have he had an ample supply of younger more suitable and healthy ones but he chose to keep this one who is specifically referred to as old even before he was his, to me it looks like that host just hasn't had any rest from being used since the beginning...

*TW starts here*

...and judging by what little is shown about Sekto throughout his limited screentime it would seem fitting, Sekto seems intensely and needlessly cruel, sadistic, hateful and vengeful, especially against this species. I personally think that Sekto took this Steef who seems to have been the local protector or leader of his local people and posibbly the biggest symbol of hope they had and really wanted to drive that cruelty in by turning him into nothing but a helpless and pityful victim, forcing his voice and his hands to directly be part of all the orders and actions that would direct the genocide of his people and the Grubbs as well as the stealing of the water and the lands he once protected. I like this idea because it would add much more weight to both Sekto and the Steef as characters as well as their relationship and background in the story, and of course to the ending where not only the water is free but so is the Olden Steef too. To me it would seem that Sekto hasn't made much use of other hosts ever since this one because of that, I personally imagine that he has formed a very strong negative attachment like this because he just seems to be fucked up like that and clearly obsessed with Steef, let alone this little living prize of his, he probably intended to terrorize, torture and violate the Olden Steef mentally and phisically as well as symbolically until he gave his very last breath, and he was almost able to. And I love that for them honestly, that's fucked up and tragic, that adds so much more to them and I enjoy it, gives me the feelz.

#sekto #mr sekto #oktigi #oddworld #oddtumblr #strangers wrath #stranger's wrath #steef #olden steef #ask #tw abuse #Demonogeny text #I hope this was at least a decent answer OP #idk what are everyone's thoughts on this?

[lemme-just-oops]

Arcana Twilight and their shower/bath routine:

Alpheratz: Takes baths only, with so much shampoo and bubbles, it is considered a waste. But the mystifying honey milk scent will stick to him eternally. Sometimes has phone calls in the bathtub because he does not want to fall asleep. Might even call you to bring him something to do. His baths used to last 45 minutes, until SOMEONE taught him about podcasts. Now it takes at least two hours. Isn't he your favorite raisin when he comes out?

Arcturus: mostly, he showers, but he does have rubber ducks for baths. He uses the same strawberry-cocoa shampoo every time, it is the shampoo he grew up with. He makes his own soap to wash hands though with herbs that he gathers himself. His showers are really short though, you may question if he did anything but undressing and dressing up again.

Pollux: He takes showers for the sole purpose of using an empty shampoo bottle to sing into. There is no product he has not used yet. Bathing crystals, bath bombs, shampoo, conditioner, every scent and every remake. He will smell like a new different person every time. Sadly, he always forgets to prepare a towel. His showers last about twenty minutes, but his skin-care routine afterwards might lead to a few hours of him not leaving the room.

Spica: Either he has a really short shower just for hygienic purposes or a whole spa day, no in between. For quick showers, he uses an unscented or elderflower shampoo, for his spa days, he has planned themes. A charcoal face mask, a manicure as he soaks in rose-petal water, his hair will be combed as he soaks. Most of his spa days end with him waxing, because he loves having smooth skin.

Sirius: There are rumors about him never showering, since he can transform and thus replace all the mud. But he loves hot showers. If his skin does not have burns afterwards, it was too cold. The whole room is steaming like boiled rice when he is done. Those fruity shampoos really got to him. Especially raspberry! (Rumors say, there is a picture of him wearing socks while showering)

Vega: More of a bath guy, but his skin tends to get dry after baths, so he compromised with himself and replaced them with daily showers. Otherwise his hair is too oily for him. His showers are extremely long though, as he spaces out and gets lost in thought. It may even last longer if you and him had a pleasant experience together, because he wants to keep the memory alive. Used to have a lot of coconut-scented products, but not anymore. Tries to find a scent that you will like the most.

#arcana twilight #arcturus #alpheratz #pollux #sirius #vega #spica #otome game

[safetycar-restart]

Hey! Can we have something to do with sub!clem, after todays result, I believe he deserves a reward! Maybe poly!screaming meals (James,Marcus,clem) I’ll leave it upto you on what happens :)

-💋

YES YES YES I CAN!!! (Maybe... maybe we should do a poly!screaming meals verse? Where you... you manage the podcast and handle all the recording and editing and stuff? Yeah? I think we should, I think that would be very neat)

So firstly, you and James are at the race that day and it's just incredible. You two can't believe he actually did it!!!

James looks at you when clem finally crosses the finish line and goes "Oh we're fucking him so hard tonight" and yeah. Yeah absolutely you two are. Clem is not gonna be able to walk the next day and that's absolutely what he deserves.

After the podium, clem drives into your and James's arms, getting you both covered in champagne and neither of you even consider complaining because you're all so happy for him. Clem is can't stop smiling the whole way to the hotel room.

At first you think clem might want to go out and celebrate, because he'd certainly deserve that. But he says no. He says that he wants to go out with all of you when Marcus is there too, but for now he just a private celebration, which you and James know what he actually wants.

And speaking of Marcus, Marcus had been calling you and James non stop ever since clem crossed the finish line. Eventually when you're in the cab with James and clem, James facetimes him and Marcus immediately starts yelling how proud he is of clem and how he had no doubt it would happen eventually.

He hangs up when the cab arrives, telling you and James that you better make sure clem is rewarded, which yes Marcus, yes you will.

James orders champagne and greasy food to the hotel room because Marcus isnt there to force clem to actually obey his diet and before the food even arrives, clem and James are basically dry humping each other on the couch.

So needless to say when the food does arrive, you get it from the hotel staff and leave next to the door to enjoy later because clem and James are like two seconds away from fucking on the couch and there's no way in hell they'll be able to wait long enough to eat before one of them gets the other's dick in their mouth.

(Sidenote, the poly relationship is mostly you and Marcus trying to stop James and clem from being arrested for public indecency)

You herd the two horny little shits to the bedroom and by the time you get them there, clem is only in his boxers and James is shirtless. You just sigh and tell them they can undress you, since they're far too worked up to not have you naked.

You open clem up for James, maybe while James eats you? Marcus is a fucking god at eating you out, but he's taught clem and James how do it well, and James is more than happy with that.

You just have to make clem cum once while opening him up, cause his cock was leaking on his stomach by this point and it looked so good and you couldnt be expected to not taste.

(Though James, because he's an absolute bastard, demands to kiss you immediately after so that he can taste clem's cum)

Once you're satisfied, you just let James fuck clem's brains out.

And well... you have to FaceTime Marcus at the same time because he deserves a show and clem LOVES to be watched.

Then once they're both all fucked up, you clean them up and eat the food James ordered in bed.

(Marcus stays on the FaceTime call until clem falls asleep)

#poly!screaming meals #sub!marcus #sub!clement #cn #ma #nsfw. #f!reader #💋

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Suptober 25 Oct.: Flames

Ten seconds later Cas stifled a sigh as Dean hit pause on the movie for the thirty-third time in the last hour and a half.

deancas, established relationship

It was good to be hunkered down for the night, casework postponed until the morning. The cabin they were renting – on the outskirts of a town plagued by what might be crocottas, some other type of soul-eating monster, or average teenagers – creaked in the October wind. A cold draft was winding its way across the floor at irregular intervals. Dean shivered under the throw blanket and Cas wrapped his arms around him a little more tightly.

Ten seconds later Cas stifled a sigh as Dean hit pause on the movie for the thirty-third time in the last hour and a half.

"Here's what I don't understand," Dean said, in the paranoid podcaster tone of voice he often adopted (subconsciously, Cas assumed) when dissecting films he hadn't seen before. "Why is this romantic?" He pointed at the boxy television like it had gained sentience and was to blame for many of the world's woes.

"I am not an expert in these matters," Cas said, "but I'm given to understand that many people, at least in western society, find bubble baths to be romantic."

Dean waved his hand around. "No, no, no, not the bath. Although, that is too many bubbles. A guy'd get lost in there. I'm talking about the candles."

Cas squinted at the frame captured on screen. He wasn't sure what Dean was upset about, although he also didn't know why candles were so ubiquitous in stores almost everywhere they went. It seemed prudent to keep a few on hand for emergencies – certain blood magics, for instance. But Americans' candles often smelled funny, and not in the funny way they used to since tallow had gone out of style. He'd read the label on a heavy, "locally poured" jar candle at the grocery the other day; the scent was described as "having notes of sawdust, sandalwood, and cedar, to invoke the woodsy nostalgia of youthful camp." It smelled exactly like one of those pine tree-shaped car fresheners, which was to say not much like a real pine tree, and cost thirty dollars.

"Lit candles provide light?" Cas finally guessed.

Dean flung out his hand again, all wound up about the issue. "This much light? From this many candles? That room is a death trap: if any one of the three dozen taper candles tipped over anywhere but directly into the bathtub, the whole place would go up in flames. Just turn on a goddamn overhead light, already."

Cas opened his mouth to comment and Dean held up his hand one more time. "And before you go all Sam on me, no, this isn't because our childhood home caught on fire." He shook his head like he and Cas had sincerely been debating the topic. "I just think it's a waste of wax, is all, and unnecessarily dangerous to boot."

"You've convinced me." Cas sat up more straightly and Dean turned to look at him. "I solemnly swear to never fill a room with candles and light them for the purposes of sexual congress."

That seemed to clear out the haze of outrage Dean had worked himself into; he collapsed into laughter for a few seconds. "Okay, fair enough," he was eventually able to say.

His smile faded slowly as his gaze dipped to Cas's mouth. Cas let him look. Outside, the wind whipped around the cabin's corners and whistled low, a warning, or a promise. The television screen and the lamp by the window both flickered.

"What about just one candle instead?" Cas asked, thrilled by the mesmerization he saw in Dean's eyes. 

He nosed right at Dean's earlobe; Dean leaned in, making the softest, most involuntary sound. 

"One flame would cast a golden glow onto the whole bed." Cas cupped Dean's head in his hands. "Just enough light to undress you by, and then I could put my mouth all over you," he whispered.

Dean stopped him from saying anything else. Cas felt the heat of the kiss spark through him and returned the favor.

They never bothered to finish watching the movie, but they did dig out the unscented travel candle Cas kept in his duffle bag with toiletries and extra socks. That one candle lasted for hours, and so did they.

#suptober22 #deancas #destiel #spn #snippetfic #fic #suptober

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Flake's podcast - Books

published on YT 2020-06-12, but likely already podcast before that..

A podcast on the topic of books, but pretty much without books, because Flake (0h12) has the habit of giving away books he really likes, because a good book should be read by others as well. Not many books, but plenty of good music instead, and some anecdotes..

After marvelling briefly (0h11) on two-person bands, Flake realises he's been in one too: Die Magdalene Keibel Combo, with Paul. They would occassionally have a guest-drummer when playing concerts, but otherwise it was just the two of them, travelling to go and play somewhere. Because they knew eachother for a long time, they didn't have much to talk about, and with just two guys, the usual band-banter wasn't there either. Flake likens them to two vacuumcleaner salesmen on the road 🍀

Flake tells us (0h35) about, when he was young, going to the rehearsal room where various bands practiced in the hope they would let him play along. And because Flake was one of the few keyboarders in East-Berlin who could bring his own keyboard (he had his small portable Casio), they often did let him play when a keyboard was needed. After band practice one or two would stay behind and they would jam together some more. One time a song 'Es regnet Scheisse' (It's raining shit) was ad-libbed, which happens to be something Flake knows from real life, when he lived (illegally) in a flat which had seen a fire before he lived there and part of the ceiling (floor of the apartment above) was gone. One day sewage water (and shit) flowed down from the ceiling and along the walls, and it turned out the drain of his upstairs neighbour had burst. Because he didn't live there officially he didn't know where to turn, so put down buckets and used an umbrella indoors. Eventually Flake moved out (although he can't recall how).

At 0h51 he thinks back at Feeling B's old drummer (I'm assuming Alexander Kriening) who after practice would jump into a hangmat (fully clothed, with coat and shoes) and sleep a few hours, then got up and without changing would get in a car and drive to a concert. Flake thought that was very cool (himself always having to undress and get in his pyjamas before he could go to sleep).

At 1h29 he talks about hanging around in bars a lot at the time, especially in the very popular (with the alternative scene) Cafe Westphal, where they would drink, meet people and form new bands for which they would mainly discus naming the band, how cool the band would be, how much succes they would have, and not so much thinking about the music. Most of these band ideas were forgotten the next morning. Once Flake on his way to the pub was knocked down by a guy who just got out of jail and was totally freaked out about going to jail in 'the east' and getting out 'in the west'. When beaten-up Flake got to the pub, he had to tell the story several times, got a big glass of beer with each retelling, got cocky and was thrown out of the Cafe Westphall himself (which was an achievement in itself).

And at 1h17 he tells us what his biggest wish was at the time: to get a harmonica. But these weren't easy to get in the east, and they come in different keys, so if you really want to play you need several. Eventually he did get someone to send him one from the west, and wasvery happy to carry it around. In his shirtpocket obviously, because in the pantspocket the harmonica would get muddled in with the handkerchief and get all kinds of stuff on and in it. Flake once ate a salami sausage before playing; the harmonica still smelled of salami a year later 😊

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more rambles on Flake's podcasts

#flake's podcast #des tastenfickers podcast #flake lorenz #rammstein #feeling b #magdalene keibel combo

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2023-04-03

Quilt's done, let's watch some movies.

Listening: Finished catching up to 99 percent invisible, which only took me like five years of cooking, cleaning, commuting, sewing, video gaming and soldering. Admittedly it's only about half of all of those things, but hey.

There's a lot of good 99pi episodes although a lot of them are actually guest episodes, for example Finding Julia Morgan is actually from New Angle: Voice, about an early and prolific skyscraper designer.

For originals, there's the story of the Nikolai Vavilov and the Seed Potatoes of Leningrad although frankly The Anthropocene Reviewed did it better, and there's Miss Manhattan, which is the story of a prolific model who is as a result featured in a ton of architectural work, Audrey Munson.

Reading: Started qntm's Ra, spec fic hard science fantasy where magic is a precise scientific process which is primarily best understood through careful measurement and differential equations. Appealing to me as an electrical engineer, where most things are also best understood through careful measurement and differential equations.

I read the first couple chapters ages ago but didn't stick with it, it's hard to read on a computer, I ended up buying the ebook and I'm devouring it. qntm has a way with words and worlds, and an appreciation for the power of institutional knowledge and formal theory that makes his stories feel very real and grounded. Even if they open with a drunk mage blasting some muggers with a microwave thermal lance.

Watching: Triple feature, big show today. First, episode two of Dynamo Dreams is out, only a year after the first one, not bad for what is mostly a solo VFX project. Beautiful, grungy, greebled sci-fi.

My brother called me up at six in the evening like hey do you want to go see a movie, and I almost never turn that offer down despite his incredibly terrible taste in movies and TV. We saw Shazam 2, which was mediocre in uninteresting ways. If you want to enjoy it, walk out about 15 minutes before it ends and it'll at least do something bold and thoughtful. The most I can say is that it keeps track of all it's plot points and ties them all off neatly.

Finally The Edge of Tomorrow, the time loop movie from like 2014. I like time loops, they give you a lot of room to play with. Manages to handle its stakes really well and convey the exhaustion and investment of a time loop without actually playing out every loop, which is hard. Makes me want to play Elsinore.

Playing: Nothing much, I got a couple games of Valorant in with The Buds. Now that I don't have sewing to podcast through I might go back to Forza a few hours a week. It's a reliable option. That or Warframe maybe. Needs to be a game with minimal text and little strategy.

Making: The Penrose quilt is finally done, took a few months there huh.

I'm really glad it's done, I'm looking forward to actually using it once I move out. Soon hopefully.

My sewing skill has really gone up over the course of this project, sometimes I'd read or watch someone's dressmaking project and I'd think there's no way you can do consistently tight backstitch by hand for that long of a seam but no, you totally can, it's not even that hard.

Tools and Equipment: If you're going to be working with Perle cotton you really want embroidery specific needles, they've got longer eyes that are better suited to the thicker floss than conventional needles.

#Youtube #last monday of the week

[ericac318]

Another Treasure Hunt

Summary: Tasha and Jess’ roommate Elsie has a slight history with Riley Poole. What will that history mean when Mr. Poole shows up during their treasure hunt?

Chapter 1

Two Years Earlier…

Elsie Hart was a sophomore at LSU when she heard that famed treasure hunter, Riley Poole, would be doing a book signing on campus while promoting his podcast. She couldn’t resist the chance to meet one of her heroes.

She stood in line with Mr. Poole’s first book tucked in her arms, almost unable to contain her excitement. 

Once it was her turn, she moved up to the table and handed him her book.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” Mr. Poole asked as he took her copy of his book. He’d surprised himself with his flirtation but he couldn’t help himself once he saw her.

Elsie couldn’t stop the blush from reaching her cheeks as she responded, “Elsie Hart. Thank you so much for visiting our school. I’ve always been a huge fan,” she gushed, unable to stop herself.

Riley smiled to himself as he signed the inside cover, adding a special message. “I’m very glad you decided to come by.”

She thanked him again before she started walking back to her dorm. She opened her book and noticed he’d written an invitation along with his message. Riley Poole asked her out for a drink at the bar on campus once his signing was done. 

Elsie couldn’t believe it but she wasn’t going to miss out on the possibility, heading straight to the bar to wait for him.

An hour later, Riley entered the dive bar, smiling to himself once he saw Elsie sitting at a table sipping on a soda. 

“Can I get you a glass of wine?” he asked as he took a seat across from her.

Elsie nodded, “I’d like that.”

Riley flagged down a waiter, “Can we get two glasses of pinot noir, please?” The waiter acknowledged his request and disappeared. 

“I have to say,” Elsie began, “I was very surprised to see your note in my book. A part of me has always hoped to go on a date with you, but I never imagined it would actually happen,” she added as their wine glasses were placed on the table.

Riley smiled, timidly, “I’m just as surprised as you are. This isn’t something I’ve ever done or thought I would do. There was just something about you that made me want to take a risk and I’m very glad to see you decided to join me.”

The pair shared casual conversation until Riley decided to be bold once more. 

“Would you like to come back to my hotel for a night cap?” he offered before joking, “I’d say we could go to your place but I imagine you have roommates,” causing her to let out a small laugh.

“You would be correct,” she replied, “I would love to join you.”

Riley and Elsie nearly fell through his hotel room door, entangled in a passionate kiss. He led her to the bedroom where he slowly removed her dress.

“This is not how I saw my night going,” he admitted while he took in the sight of her before him. 

She playfully began undoing the buttons of his shirt as she whispered in his ear, “Ditto.”

He pressed his lips against hers as she finished undressing him before moving her onto the bed, covering her body with his own. 

The following morning, Elsie woke in Riley’s arms. She noticed he was still asleep so she slipped out from his comforting hold trying not to wake him.

She was unsuccessful as she saw him sit up in the bed.

“Leaving so soon?” he asked, with a sweet smile on his lips.

Elsie nodded, “Wish I didn’t have to go but I have class in twenty minutes. Find me if you’re ever in this area of town again,” she offered an open invitation before she walked back over to him and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“Call me before then,” he added with a smirk.

Follow along here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43928641/chapters/110453281

#national treasure #edge of history #riley poole #riley poole x oc #fancfiction #justin bartha

[bunni-blurbs]

Choose Me

Kate: Waking up for another day of work as always. Which meant the same morning routine: pee, wash face, brush teeth/hair, clothes, and then it was out the door. She loved the coffee shop down the road, located about 15 minutes from her job, so she could enjoy it on the way to work. But today was different, her brain was in a million places. as she drove, because of HIM! WHY HIM?! 

Will: Passing through another town, seems like any other day to this playboy, who had been around the block many times. He was a seasoned vet in this shit, dropping girls’ panties and leaving them breathlessly wanting more. But no one caught his eye the way SHE did! He looked to his agent and said, “I need a few days here.” No problem boss, I will book a 5 star... “No book nearby this area.” Damn good coffee he thought to himself but also a damn fine woman maybe there at 9:00 every morning if she was a regular! He could only hope! She looked at him, those big brown eyes looked into his soul, and he wanted more than just a look. Wanting to be chosen, was a thing for him, his mom, nor father choose him, so he looked for it in women. But this, this was special, he could feel it! 

Kate: What in the fuck was that?! You just met that guy?! How in the fuck are you this attracted to him! He looked like that playboy type, who would break her heart after a few Netflix and Chill sessions, their hands touched, their eyes met, sorry she said softly, He cleared his throat and said no worries! It should be me who is sorry, I wasn’t looking, JUST REACHING OUT FOR SOMETHING. He said it in a normal way. but the words were amplified in her mind! It wrapped around her like silk, she instantly wanted him to reach out for her! Those gray eyes, that chocolate skin, medium-length dreads, on a built body! He could never be hers; he would never choose her, she was short, curvy as people called it; but it just seems like fat to her, with tight curly dark hair, but the feature she loved most, her eyes, big, brown, and beautiful in the sun. But she always felt cute, even for a chubby girl! As she pulled into work, she realized she never touched her coffee, damn good coffee going to waste because she was acting like a horny teenager! Over some guy who she would probably never see again. The thought of that scared her in two very different ways, but she had changed, she had put her sexual charged days behind her, and that would be all that, would be, at best. A one-night or two-night thing. Ugh, what a letdown. she thought as she got out, to get to work. It wasn’t like she was late; she owned a hair care company. Sucess was in her blood, so leaving her business unattended was a NO NO! The business ran itself practically. What can she say, she is overprotective of the things she loves!

Will: He sat in the interview chair wondering about that curvy little cutie. However, the sign switched to on-air. So, he tucked her away in his mind for now. He was a successful musician, turned podcaster. He made whatever the mood struck him to make, talked about whatever he wanted in his podcast. They turned his podcast into a book, he was book touring with an agent, this was the last stop on the tour. It was a brutal 7 months but worth it in pay. He liked the town with the coffee shop, this was the most at home he had felt, with not being at home for so long, he welcomed the feeling and would take a hotel there, just for that feeling. As they wrapped up the interview, he announced season 2 of his podcast, which would mean, another book in the future. He craved peace and quiet but rode in the car to the hotel with the team. As he entered the hotel room, peace washed over him, and so did SHE. His hand slid over the buttons of his shirt, undressing as he walked to the shower. Maybe it was sexual, just a need to taste or take her. By the time the shower was over, he was spent, 8 am would come quicker than he did. He fell asleep and prepared for his meeting with her. 

Kate: Driving home in silence gave her the peace of mind she needed after work. She had rolled one before she left the house and she had chilled her after-work wine already, and her book was in bed ready for her to curl up. 25 minutes later she was home. She stood in the kitchen as she took off her shoes, and unzipped her dress a little, grabbing the wine, and singing as she headed for the shower. She was trying to read after the shower, but she kept picturing that smile on his face, those arms that contains tattoos she wished to explore with more than just her hands. She bit her bottom lip, why was she so scared of everything! He would be her sex fantasy for a while, and she could have maybe had it in real life if she didn’t think of her body in such a negative way. And fat chance she would see him again. She put the book away and turned off the lights. She pulled out her favorite toy and let his silky-smooth sexy demeanor wash over her as her body crashed into the waves of her own ocean. Left longing for more but promising herself she wasn’t gonna fall for sexual games this year. No sex from others but herself and her fantasies didn’t count. She chuckled. But that man would make her give it all up. if only for one night. She fell asleep shortly after her body came down from her sexual high and maybe a little leftover regular high. Work came early after all 

                                            ... The Next Morning ...

#fiction #my writing #writers

[short-hot-stories]

Sexual Equity: Part 1

Whoesoever; A Sci Fi Fantasy Story.

Ryan makes a visit to the West Service Rooms.

In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

And Whosoever Will Be First Among You, Let Her Be Your Servant.

Ryan looks up at the stately building. He last visited here on a Grade 6 field trip, seven years ago. This would be a very different experience.

Ryan walks through the main door, passes through a scanner at a security checkpoint, and follows signs downstairs to the West Service Rooms, where another security guard waits behind a window.

"I'm Ryan Ganter, I have a 1400 hours appointment," he says to the guard.

"ID, please?"

Ryan shows him an ID, and the guard swipes it on his computer. "Yes, you're in W7. This is your first time, it says. Welcome. You're quite early; fourteen is actually the time we expect you to check in, and your service will start later. Here is your key." The guard hands him a grey plastic ring. "You put it on your finger. When I buzz you through the doors, you'll need to press it up on the reader at the same time. You'll also use it for your locker. Put absolutely everything you have in your locker: all your clothes, your phone, any jewelry you may have, absolutely everything you have except that key. There are wraps for you to wear; that and your key are all you can bring inside. Once everything you have is in your locker, you can go through screening and into the waiting room. Got it?"

Ryan nods, and the guard buzzes him through a pair of doors into a locker room. There's two other men there, a burly one taking off his clothes, and another one wearing glasses putting his back on. Ryan says nothing, finds a locker and begins putting his jacket and shoes into it. He notices the man taking his clothes off has finished, and has taken a cloth from a stack on a shelf and wrapped it around his lower torso, from his midsection to just above his knees.. Ryan takes a wrap too and continues undressing. He has only his underwear on when he puts the wrap around himself and seals the Velcro.

"Hey, you should know, they won't let you in with underwear on. Just the wrap," says the man in glasses.

"Oh, thanks," says Ryan, and pulls his underwear down without taking the wrap off. He puts it in the locker and locks it, now with nothing at all except the wrap around his lower torso and the plastic ring key on his finger.

Ryan looks around and notices that the connecting passages are labeled To Waiting Room and Washrooms/Showers. A digital clock on the wall reads 1300. Ryan thinks to himself that maybe being clean would be a good for this, so he goes into the washroom, where he is alone. The shower area is communal, with several shower heads coming out from the walls. He puts his wrap on a hook and enters the showers.

He's lathering himself up when another man enters the washroom, wearing a wrap. Bashful, Ryan covers his crotch with his hands. The man says "Kid, you better get used to being naked if you're going to come here." As if to prove it, he removes the wrap and puts it over his shoulder before going up to a urinal.

Ryan looks away and finishes showering. By the time he's done, the other man is gone, so he dries himself off with a towel and puts the wrap back on. Back out in the locker room, the clock now reads 13:10.

Ryan heads down the hallway marked To Waiting Room. He turns a corner and sees a security checkpoint, with a young male guard and a full-body scanner. He enters the full-body scanner and a door closes behind him, enclosing him on all sides. "Sir, I need to conduct a visual on you. Please remove your wrap."

Ryan slowly unfastens the wrap and holds it in his hands. The guard closely examines Ryan's body, from head to toe, and asks Ryan to turn so the guard can see all sides. Ryan is very uncomfortable but complies. After the guard finishes, satisfied, he says. "Ok, you may put your wrap back on, sir." Ryan does, and then the guard operates the scanner. It is silent, and the guard opens a door to let him proceed. 'Very well, sir. The waiting room is beyond the next door. When she's ready, you'll hear an announcement. Enjoy your service, sir."

Ryan says "Thanks," unlocks the next door with his key and walks through to a waiting room. While he's getting his bearings Ryan hears an announcement: "Mr. Bennett, please accept service now in W5. Mr. Bennett, W5." A man gets up and, using his key, goes through a door marked To Service Rooms.

Ryan sees magazines on the side tables, and a television on one side of the room displaying a soccer match silently, with captions. A number of men sit around the room, some looking at magazines or at the television, and some looking at a series of framed photos on all the walls.

Around the room there are framed photos of naked women, just their faces and torsos, with their legs off the edge of the photo. Looking closer, Ryan sees that each woman is in the middle of intercourse, although all you can see of the man is his penis, coming in from outside the frame to enter the woman.

Ryan finds the sight of this a bit much. He sees a reader with a display on the wall, and tests his key: sure enough, it displays his name, the number of his locker, and "13:15, 14:00 appt, W7 15:10." So Ryan guesses he'll be here for nearly two hours before he will actually get in. Fortunately, he likes soccer.

He watches the match until it's over, and then begins reading a sports magazine. Eventually, he hears his own name: "Mr. Ganter, please accept service in W7." He gets up, unlocks the To Service Rooms door with his key, and enters a hallway. Following signs, he turns to the right and continues to the door for W7. Hesitating just a bit, he uses his key to unlock that door, and walk in.

The door closes behind him before he can take in what he's seeing. A woman, who looks to be about thirty-five though Ryan knows she is older, kneels on the floor before him, wearing only the sheerest of robes, which hides nothing. Her long light brown hair reaches down to touch her breasts, which are round and high on her body.

With a professional smile, she says, "Hello, my name is Judy. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?"

Ryan can hardly get a word out. "Wow..."

Judy's smile becomes more genuine. "Thank you, sir. I'm glad my appearance pleases you."

Ryan continues to stare. "Um.. well... could you.. maybe... get up so I could see all of you?"

"Of course, sir." Judy gets up off the ground and pushes the small bench she was kneeling on over to the side of the room. She opens her arms wide, spreads her legs slightly, and turns in a full circle. Her robe hides nothing; he can see her breasts, her derrière. She is hairless, so he can see her cleft.

"I can see you find this arousing, sir. May I remove your wrap?" Ryan can't speak but nods. Judy pulls the wrap off with one hand and runs her other hand down his erect penis before turning to hang the wrap on a hook by the door Ryan had used.

She turns back to him and again kneels, this time on the floor. "Sir, I am here to serve. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?"

Ryan starts off, "Pre" before Judy interrupts him.

"No, sir, in here I am just Judy. Please call me Judy, sir."

Ryan nods and says "Judy. I want to ... I want to fuck you."

"Of course, sir," says Judy. "What if I lie on the bed, and you get on top?" Not waiting for an answer, she removes her robe and hangs it on a hook on the far side of the room. Ryan finally notices the bed against the wall as, now fully naked, she lies on it. "Sir, please come here and fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me."

Ryan doesn't wait for a second invitation. He gets up on the bed, crawls to a point between her legs and points his penis toward her vagina. "Just a minute, sir," she says, as she guides him inside her. "Yes, please sir, please fuck me."

Ryan begins thrusting. But, though an effort of will, he stops himself and pulls out, sitting up in front of her. "No! Not yet. I want more."

Judy looks up at him quizzically. "Of course, sir. How may I serve you?"

Ryan says "I want... I want to touch you."

Ryan gets off the bed and begins using his hands: he gropes Judy's breasts, rubs her nipples with his fingertips, and reaches down and moves his fingers up and down through her outer lips, which makes Judy moan slightly. "Sir, that's good."

Ryan turns her away from him onto her side, and begins groping her buttock. "Please, sir, not too hard... ah, thank you sir," says Judy. After a moment of this he begins using one hand on her buttock and reaches the other around her and holds her breast, squeezing gently and then rubbing, which elicits an " Ah, Ah," from Judy. Finally, Ryan has her get on hands and knees, gets behind her on the bed, and enters her vagina from behind. "Oh yes, fuck my pussy, sir," says Judy. This time Ryan doesn't stop himself and he comes. Breathing heavily, he pulls out, rolling away from Judy, pushing his back against the wall.

After a moment, Judy gets up off the bed, kneels, and starts to speak. "On—"

"Wait," interrupts Ryan, "do we have any more time?"

Judy says "Yes, sir, we've only been a few minutes. Are you not satisfied with your service?"

"Yeah. I just wanted to ask a couple of questions."

"Oh. Sir. I can't answer anything about what I do on the outside in here, sir."

"No, I just wanted to know... how can you do this? Out there, you're... you. In here, you begged me to fuck you. You don't even know me. I mean, that's so wild."

Judy pauses. "Well, sir, I asked you to fuck me because I knew it's what you wanted — although I wanted it too. In here or out there, I'm a woman. My pussy may not be on display when I'm outside, but it's always there underneath my clothes, and sometimes I get horny and wet and I want to have a cock like yours inside."

"But whatever my feelings are, when I'm in here, I'm here to serve you, sir, and the men who come after you. That's what Sexual Equity is, the system we live under, the bargain we made so I can do what I do. And I believe in that system, sir, truly. My service in here makes me better at what I do, out there."

Ryan stares at her, nonplussed.

"Sir, I can tell you don't understand. Let me try again." Judy rises from the floor and sits on the side of the bed next to Ryan, who moves to lie on his back, looking up at her. She reaches out to his penis with one hand and begins to stroke it.

"I don't just do this because it's a condition of my job. When people give service to others, in any way, it changes us for the better. Service gives us a sense of purpose and satisfaction. By easing stress, it makes us happier and healthier. And when we serve others it not only helps others feel closer to us, but also helps us feel closer to them. Giving of ourselves helps us see the kindness and generosity in others. I don't know if you're a Christian, sir, but Christ commands us to serve others, as He served the people in His days on earth."

Judy gets up on the bed, kneeling alongside him, facing him. She picks up Ryan's hand and places it on her breast, and then begins to use both her hands to massage him, alternately lightly touching his scrotum and stroking and squeezing his penis, which is beginning to harden again..

"Sex is another way that people become closer together — literally, since we touch each other, but being open and vulnerable with our bodies makes us feel open and vulnerable emotionally, too. You must feel closer to me now, sir, than you did when you came in."

Ryan manages to grunt, "uh-huh." His penis is again becoming fully erect.

"This is even more true for women. When you're inside me, and I'm all around you, it feels like you're not separate from me, but part of me." Judy moves over to sit astride Ryan; she opens her labia with one hand and guides Ryan's penis to enter her vagina with the other. "And when it's over, you come in me, and my body absorbs the fluid. You literally do become part of who I am." She moves herself up and down slowly on Ryan's penis; he moans. "So if serving you makes me feel close to you, and sex makes me feel close to you, then serving you with sex makes me feel as close as I can ever feel with another person."

"You're right, sir, I don't know you; I'll never know your name." She picks up his hand off her breast and kisses it, then takes both his hands and pulls them around to her derrière. "Sir, hold my ass, pull me in tight. I don't learn your name because in this room you are not just yourself, but a representative of all the people of our country. I serve you, and fuck you, so that I can feel as close as possible to all the people you represent. Feel as though everyone in the country is part of me." She continues moving herself up and down, grinding on Ryan's genitals. "My service to you makes my feelings, wants and needs as closely aligned with my country's as they can possibly be. And that's why doing what we're doing now makes me better at what I do outside this room."

She moves up and down more quickly, grinds harder. "I hope this feels good, sir. I want to make you come, sir, so I can feel closer to everyone. Sir, can you come one more time for me?"

Ryan could.

Judy slowly gets off Ryan and lies on the bed. Ryan's still on his back; she's on her side, her face next to his. After a moment, she kisses his cheek and says, "Is there any other way I can serve you, sir?"

Ryan shakes his head no. He can hardly move; he is drained. She moves closer and whispers in his ear, "I love my country, sir, and right now, you are my country."

She lies there for two minutes, resting her hand on his arm, their naked bodies touching. Nothing more is said. Eventually she kisses his cheek again and leaves the bed. She takes the very thin robe from its hook, and puts it on; Ryan can't see why, since it doesn't hide anything. She then kneels on the floor; Ryan turns to look. "Sir, I have to go now." She looks at a clock on the wall. "It won't be long before they ask you to leave so they can clean. Your ring key will open the exit door."

She then recites, "On behalf of His Majesty's Government, thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service."

She rises and moves toward the rear door. Ryan calls, "Wait!" She looks questioningly back at him.

"Could you just turn around, let me look at you one more time? I want to remember this."

Judy smiles, and again holds out her arms and does a slow twirl, while Ryan stares at her body. "Um, thanks," Ryan says.

"Of course, sir. And I mean it sincerely when I say, thank you for letting me serve you." She turns to type a code into a hidden keypad, unlocking the rear door; she exits the room.

Ryan lies there for another moment before getting off the bed, putting the wrap back around himself and using the ring key to open the door he had come in.

Judy closes the door behind her and exhales. Going to the closet, she places her robe in a hamper. She checks the clock again, regrets that she doesn't have time to take her usual shower, and begins to put her clothes back on: underwear, white silk top, navy blazer and skirt, dark stockings and low pumps. She takes just a moment to brush out her hair, and exits.

Her assistant is outside the Service Office entrance. "Prime Minister."

"Hello, Jules," says Judy. "Well. It's been a long time since I've had a first-timer. It's better than I remember. Anyway. What's next?"

"Well, Prime Minister, they're waiting in your office for your Question Time briefing, and then you have the Transport Minister at 16:30."

"When's my next service appointment?"

"Tonight at 20, and tomorrow morning you have two in a row, at seven-thirty and eight-thirty, before prime minister's questions start at ten."

"Thanks. I'd better get ready for Question Time," says Judy. They head up the stairs.

To be continued in part 2, by oolonroosevelt for Literotica

[connected-podcast]

Daughter of the Revolution: Part 2

 The Cabin Becomes A Medical Station For Alec.

In 24 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

She found Rose in her bedroom cradling Williams's head in her lap while he lay unconscious on the bed. Abby raised her eyebrows in question and Rose gave her a faint shake of her head. William hadn't awoken yet, apparently. She went upstairs to her post and looked out over the grounds. She trained her rifle sights on the flower pots and was startled to realize that they tended to blend into the color of the vegetation. A white background would show much better for her, especially at night, she reckoned.

Needing something to do, she went out to whitewash the pots. Isaac noticed and happily went to help her. She smiled at him and chattered lightly to break the tension that she felt. Despite the situation they were now in, she couldn't help but remember the way he'd split the tiny woman open and broke her cherry with his mighty shaft. While he was concentrating on his work she snuck a glance at his trousers. They were quite baggy and gave little hint of the thick cock they concealed. Disappointed, she resumed her work. She wasn't in the least bit attracted to him but he certainly had a new fascination about him, she giggled to herself. Together, they painted all six pots and rearranged them to her satisfaction.

Her father showed up and she hugged him with more than her usual emotion.

"I love you, Papa," she said tenderly.

"And I you, Sweetheart. How're you doing today?"

"I'm fine, just scared of course. Not knowing what's going to happen, terrifies me," she admitted.

"If you carry through with our long term plans and leave when I tell you, all will be fine. I promise," he said gently as he held her close. He felt a hot tear splash on his neck and he kissed her cheek. "Come now, Honey. Let's check on the family."

"One more thing, Papa. When Rose and I leave, I'll take June as well and keep her safe for you until we return."

He gasped in surprise as she smiled tenderly at him and kissed his cheek.

"I know about her, Papa; and I approve." She felt him sigh in relief and she smiled happily to herself. She took his big hand in hers and together they walked to the house.

That evening Rose asked Abby for assistance in washing William. He was still in the filthy clothes he was wearing when he'd gotten shot. He wavered in and out of consciousness while they undressed him. Abby blushed hotly when the two stripped him of his trousers and undergarments. Rose handed her a second washcloth and together they cleaned him thoroughly. Rose insisted that Abby wash his cock and balls, claiming that she needed the experience of learning a man's anatomy. She explained how a male got and maintained an erection, how his scrotum would tighten up close to his body the closer he got to orgasm, and that he manufactured thick cum in his heavy balls. Abby was highly embarrassed yet full of questions at the same time.

Subconsciously, his body knew they were fondling him and he grew partially erect. Abby was wide eyed in wonder when she felt him grow in her tiny hand. He wasn't nearly the size of Isaac, yet seemed formidable just the same. A drop of pre-cum pearled on his cock head and Rose leaned down and licked it off, much to Abby's surprise. Rose sighed and tenderly laid his cock on his thigh.

"It's really not fair to use him this way, I just thought it would help you out a bit with your education," she said with some regret.

"I agree, but thank you just the same. It was kind of fun," Abby answered, then kissed Rose's cheek. "When he wakes up I'll probably not be able to look him in the eye!" she exclaimed with a naughty smile. Rose laughed softly and kissed her back. The girls covered him in warm blankets and quietly left the room.

Trouble came in spades the following day. Just after lunch, shouts rang out from the sentries and everyone ran to their posts. A company of redcoats were marching down the road to the plantation. Two columns of a dozen men led by a mounted officer were approaching at a brisk pace. Bayonets sparkled in the bright sun while the drummer rapped out a solid cadence. George ran up the stairs with June in tow to meet with the girls.

"June, you stay with Abby and Rose no matter what," he ordered sternly.

She nodded in agreement and bravely smiled up at him. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her deeply. The girls were startled at his show of affection but they hid it masterfully. He then hugged Rose and Abby tightly and kissed their cheeks hard.

"You two do exactly as we've planned and you'll be fine. Listen for my voice and obey immediately."

"Yes, Papa," Abby said obediently.

"Of course, George. We'll miss you terribly!" Rose exclaimed and pulled him in for a quick kiss on his lips. She gave him a flirty wink and squeezed his thick bicep. He colored quickly and flicked a sideways glance at June, who was looking at him lovingly. She winked at him as well, giving his muddled mind plenty to think about. He shook his head as if clearing it of a fog and a happy smile cracked his face.

"Just know that I love you ladies, all three of you are dear to my heart." The girls all felt their eyes tear up as he turned and walked downstairs to bravely face the enemy.

Abby lined her sights up on the furthest flower pot and when the last soldier was just past it she squeezed the trigger. Her little rifle spat a lead bullet downrange that struck dead center of her target and it detonated with a mighty flash and a roar of exploding black powder. The horseshoe nails flew out like tiny scythes and mowed down the closest redcoats. The remaining troops immediately panicked and ran in a rabble towards the house. Just before they reached the 100 yard flowerpot Abby's second shot blew it sky high, sleeting death once again through their ranks. Screams rang over the fields and the wounded flailed on the ground in agony. Abby hardened her heart to the din and took a reloaded rifle from Rose's trembling hand. She watched a few soldiers try to take shelter behind a bench, one that unfortunately for them had a mine sitting on it.

With deadly precision she fired again, instantly killing four cowering troops with the resulting blast. As soon as Rose could reload and hand her a rifle, Abby would determine which mine had the most troops around it and blow it up with a well-placed shot. After the last flowerpot had done it wicked job, the smoke slowly disappeared to reveal Abby's sinister work. Not a redcoat was on his feet or trying to return fire. George and Isaac carefully approached the fallen men and ran their swords through their chests to ensure they were dead. A few cried out in agony as the sharp steel drank their blood. The redcoat officer was trapped under his dying horse and he was moaning in pain. George stood over him and watched as the light faded from his eyes.

"You should've stayed home, redcoat. You've awakened a giant," he said in a low growl.

"Father!" Abby's cry rang out from the house. He spun to see her pointing in the distance. A shiver ran down his spine when he saw what he dreaded the most. Two, horse drawn cannon were rapidly approaching!

"Isaac! The caltrops! Spread the caltrops!" he shouted. The slaves sprang into action and began throwing buckets full of the vicious devices on the roadway to impede the horses progress.

George then did the hardest thing he'd ever had to do in his life. He looked up at his dear daughter who was gazing down at him sadly. She knew, and it broke his heart.

"Run, my darling. Run!" he shouted, and watched sadly as she disappeared in an instant. He turned to face his enemy and defend his family and country.

Isaac was a black blur as he ran like the wind around the house to meet his charges at the barn. The three women arrived just as he did. They helped him as he swiftly saddled their mounts and tied down their saddlebags that were already packed with gear for a quick departure. When they were ready, Abby went to him and hugged him then quickly kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, Isaac. Take care of Father, please. I'll come back to make sure you do, I promise!" she said with a sad smile and caressed his black face.

"Yes, Missy. I will. I swear my life on it." He bowed low and kissed her small hand, then turned and ran back to the fighting.

Abby swung up on her horse and took one last look back, not flinching when a cannon ball ripped through the house to knock down a tree behind them. She spurred her mount and together the three brave women made for the green hills of Virginia.

Abby rescues a Continental soldier.

Chapter 3

Six months later:

The three women were gathered around the table in the small cabin eating dinner. Their lives had changed immensely in the last half year and the leanness of their bodies showed it. Where they'd once had soft curves they now sported lean, firm muscle and more defined cheekbones on their beautiful faces. June and Rose looked fully mature, small lines now crinkled the corners of their beautiful eyes, caused more by stress and sleeplessness than true age. Abby, on the other hand had blossomed into an exquisitely beautiful young lady of 19 years old. She'd also morphed into a cold calculating killer of the King's men. She'd lost count of the number of men she'd sent to meet the Reaper after her first day of killing.

Since that day she'd led the girls to a cave several miles from the wrecked plantation and deep in the hills. After a couple weeks of getting settled in, she grew bored and made a quick but silent trip back to her home. The house and slave cabins had been razed nearly to the ground and been picked clean by red coated vultures. There was no sign of anyone at all. Her father, uncle, and all the slaves had vanished as if spirited away. She cried bitter tears and swore vengeance on her tyrannical enemies. She took nearly a week to return to her friends in the hills, spending time scouting near and far to determine where the redcoats range had extended. She learned that they could safely move their base camp closer to the road system which would allow her to wage the type of war she was planning more effectively. It seemed the soldiers rarely raided into the hills, preferring instead to let the militias come to them. They'd learned the deadly lesson of a patient man behind a Kentucky rifle ambushing them in the trees.

On her way back she looked in on an old friend that had built a small but sturdy cabin concealed a short distance from a lesser used road, more of a wagon trail actually. All she could find of him was a note explaining that he'd gone to fight the British and asked whomever found his note to use his cabin as needed and to fight the good fight. Tears welled in her eyes as she remembered her friend and how nicely he'd treated her and George. Shaking it off, she made a bee line to the cave and explained her plans to her girlfriends.

In short order they'd relocated and Abby set her plan in motion. First, she laid down some ground rules. Sundays were set aside for cleaning the cabin and grooming themselves. Hot baths and a sharp razor kept them feeling like ladies, they even wore dresses now and then. They also avoided using the same trail all the time when hunting or gathering water. Abby didn't want any obvious sign of their presence. Finally, they would take no one into their group without full approval of all three women.

In the first couple months since they'd left the plantation Abby had lain in ambush along a few minor roads and being extremely patient waited for just the right time to spring on unsuspecting redcoats. Normally she carried the two matching squirrel rifles and was not shy about picking off soldiers singly or in pairs. She simply left them where they lay, bleeding from a 32 caliber hole in their heads.

At times she was fortunate enough to come across a few soldiers who were camping along a road. She'd wait until dark then slide in silently and listen to their conversations. Mostly they bragged of fucking their women or how brave they'd been in a skirmish. Abby just rolled her eyes and waited until they talked of troop movements and such. Then she'd plan her attacks on information gleaned from what she heard.

One such teaser of information clued her in to a movement of cargo that included payroll for a large company of men. It was to be escorted by six redcoats, carried on a resupply wagon, and the route was to follow a road just a few miles from their cabin.

She swiftly headed back and told her companions about her plan, then they set it in motion quickly as they had only one day to prepare. They saddled up and headed out, bringing a pack mule with them that Abby had acquired in one of her raids. They stayed hidden until the redcoats and their wagon had passed by, then they followed them silently until they camped for the night. As Abby had suspected they broke out some liquor and passed it around. Foolishly, even the sentry partook and was getting wobbly on his feet. By midnight they'd all went to sleep except the drowsy man on guard duty. While Rose and June stayed back, Abby slid in close to him, concealed by her dark clothing and carrying a small keg of powder loaded with nails. It was almost child's play to her she thought, except she needed to kill him quietly. Suddenly, she had an idea when she remembered how the bumbling soldiers always bragged of their girls back home. Intuition told her that they were full of shit and had probably never even kissed a girl. Never mind that she'd never kissed a man she thought to herself irritably.

She set her keg down and unbuttoned her jacket and blouse, revealing her more than generous breasts to the night breeze. Her nipples pebbled nicely and she shivered at the rare sensation. Moving silently she drew her rapier and approached the man from the side. When she was close enough to strike she whistled faintly. He turned his head and his eyes widened as they landed on her white tits so brilliantly lit by the moon. His jaw dropped in surprise just as she whipped a wicked backhand that opened his throat from ear to ear. He fell silently to the ground and convulsed in his death throes. Almost panicked she threw herself on him to hold him still until he quit thrashing about.

She retrieved her keg and continued creeping towards the guttering fire. The remaining five men were huddled close by the coals and covered in blankets, snoring away. She nimbly stepped between them and set the keg directly on the burning coals, then she hightailed it out of there as fast as she could while remaining silent. In less than a minute she was with her companions and they hunkered down, holding tight to their mounts.

A mere handful of seconds later the night erupted in a thunderous roar as her bomb detonated violently. After the explosion not a sound came from the camp and the girls ran in expecting to have to kill a few men, but they were all stone cold dead. June started heaving up her dinner at the sight of body parts splattered around the camp and Rose followed her as well, but Abby was all business. She was unloading the payroll before the last nail fell from the sky.

"Come on ladies!" she ordered. "Help a girl out for Pete's sake!"

Frantically they loaded the gold and silver coins into their saddle bags then perused the rest of the cargo. There wasn't much other than a few bags of rice and beans and several Brown Bess muskets. They took the food and left the long guns, then made a bee line for the relative safety of the hills. All that action had happened awhile ago and the girls had since been laying low.

Abby finished her brandy then closed her eyes and leaned back in her bath while listening to Rose chatter. She was relating a story about a man she'd met before she married William. She was quite explicit in the telling and Abby found herself wanting the touch of a man on her young body. As Rose expounded on how large the man was, and how she'd taken him, until he'd filled her belly with his hot seed, Abby stroked herself under the water and hummed in pleasure. For the first time since she'd left her home she allowed herself an orgasm. The brandy had no doubt lowered her inhibitions and she lost herself in Rose's story. She fancied she could feel the man's tongue lick her open as he'd done to Rose. She sighed in pleasure and came hard on her fingers. Slowly she realized it was now quiet in the room. She lazily opened her eyes to see both her friends staring at her.

"What," she said somewhat defiantly. "Can't a girl enjoy herself a little?"

Rose's face was flushed and June's breasts were heaving slightly.

"You cum exquisitely, Abby," Rose said in reverence. "You're absolutely beautiful." June was nodding in agreement and squirming in her chair. Rose's story had gotten her hot and bothered too. The girl's sex lives had been nonexistent for the last six months and they all needed release badly.

"I'll let you two have the tub, I'm getting too hot," she offered and daintily stepped out while Rose handed her a towel.

"Let me, please." June moved in and took the towel, drying Abby like she used to back at home. Rose slid in the water and sighed in contentment. June proceeded to wash her hair for her while she purred happily. Abby laid back naked on her bed, and watched the two women groom each other. When Rose was scrubbed clean she got out and sat on a stool, spreading her legs wide. June knelt and swiftly shaved her clean, then Rose returned the favor by washing her up and shaving her as well.

Abby had another shot of liquor and was feeling no pain as she reclined on her pillows with her eyes closed. Suddenly, a low moan broke the silence. She cracked an eye open to see Rose while she sat on the stool. Rose was looking at Abby with a questioning look, wondering if her actions with June were okay with Abby. Abby nodded and closed her eyes again. She heard the two lovers move to the other bed and continue their love making. Abby let her mind wander in a fantasy. The moans she was hearing were now her own as a tall muscular man appeared between her thighs and started licking her. She rolled a firm breast in one hand and stroked her with the other while her fantasy man pleasured her. Soon, he rose up while spreading her legs wide. He was larger than Isaac and terribly handsome. Long hair hung over his shoulders to brush her face as he bent over her. Just when his thickness touched her wetness & she came violently on her whirling fingers. Her companions looked at her in pleasant surprise when she cried out in passionate orgasm. Eventually her fingers slowed, then her hands slipped to her sides as she slipped into a liquor and sex induced sleep. June got up and tucked her under the blankets, then gently kissed her lips and returned to Rose in bed.

The following day Abby was feeling antsy and decided to go scout around for redcoats. She planned on going to a major road that she rarely hunted, usually there was simply too much traffic for her to operate safely and it was far more dangerous, but she was feeling frisky and took the chance. She packed enough supplies to be gone for a few days and said goodbye to her companions, showing them roughly on a map where she intended to be. They both hugged and kissed her, encouraging her to come home safely. It took her most of the day to get there and she arrived by late afternoon. She knew if she found a decent target they'd be pulling off the road and setting up camp in a matter of hours, giving her an opportunity to lurk and listen or take other action as she judged best.

As luck would have it, a group of four redcoats appeared. Three were marching and one drove a wagon with what looked to be a prisoner in the back. Abby watched from her hidden position as the wagon rattled by. The prisoner was wearing a tattered uniform of the Continental army and had a black hood over his head which almost concealed the long, dark, curly hair that hung down his broad back. His hands were manacled behind him, his feet were bound together with rope, and he swayed around as if he were drunk or disoriented. He looked like a tall man and his shoulders were broad and rounded with muscle. Abby felt an almost electric shock in the first few moments she saw him. A feeling of desperation and certainty came over her, one that she'd never felt before. She knew without a doubt that she must rescue him and free him from his captors. From that moment on, her every thought was consumed with a plan to kill the redcoats and free the man.

She shadowed them carefully until nightfall when they pulled off the trail at what appeared to be a large, well used camping spot. A ring of firestones were already in place and old faded cloth tarps flapped from flimsy wooden frames which appeared to have been used in the past as cover from the elements. She flinched when the soldiers pushed their prisoner out of the wagon and he fell awkwardly to ground, grunting in pain when he landed. They roughly tied a rope around his neck and lashed him to a nearby oak tree.

Abby was watching from behind one of the tented structures when she had an idea. She quickly returned to her mount and retrieved a bottle of whisky, then placed it on the ground near the abandoned tent. She moved her position and waited patiently. The soldiers set up their camp for the evening, never missing a chance to punch or kick their prisoner every time they walked by him. He was laying on the ground groaning in pain almost constantly and her heart went out to him, but she needed the cloak of full darkness to carry out her plan.

It seemed to take forever but eventually a redcoat got up and began checking out the tattered structures for a good place to sleep. He let out a whoop when he found the whiskey bottle and showed it to his cohorts. In no time they were drinking freely and getting louder by the minute. Thankfully they hadn't eaten yet and the liquor went straight to their heads.

Unfortunately, the drunker they got the more abuse the Continental soldier endured. They kicked and beat him until he was limp and unconscious. When a particularly vicious redcoat took a bayonet out, Abby knew she had to act, and quickly, regardless of her own safety. Somehow she knew her future was entangled with the Continental soldier and she felt a dire sense of urgency. When the redcoat stabbed their victim in the thigh with his bayonet, Abby snapped, losing her usual iron self control. She jumped to her feet, drew her rapier, and leapt into the center of the laughing drunken men. Stabbing one in the heart, she swung around to see another gaping at her with an open mouth. She promptly ran her steel between his teeth and out the back of his neck, her blade parting his spinal cord in an instant. By now the other two had drawn their swords and awkwardly addressed her. From long practice with her father she could tell neither man was well trained in swordplay.

After a half dozen strokes from them and parries from her, confidence bloomed in her chest. In a handful of seconds she pressed in with a dazzling display of swordsmanship and both men were left gasping on the ground, bleeding and disarmed. She whipped out her dagger and knelt over one of the men, straddling his chest. She looked down at his frightened face and rammed her blade up under his chin, puncturing his brain while twisting her knife viciously to scramble his skull's contents. She shivered in wicked pleasure when she watched the light leave his eyes. She did the same to the other unfortunate and then went to the unconscious prisoner. She felt a sense of urgency, exposed as they were to the nearby road and it's potential passerby's.

She poked and prodded him but he was out cold. She was amazed at his sheer size. He must have been close to six and a half feet tall and an easy 230 pounds in weight.

How was she going to move him? Shit! Racking her brain for ideas, she ran to the wagon and looked inside. Nothing! What to do? Her eye fell on the bench the prisoner had been sitting on. She hopped up and took it in hand, yanking and pulling on the planks with all her strength. It moved only slightly, but at least it moved. She grabbed a nearby musket and used it for a pry bar. Gradually she worked the bench seat loose and tossed it out on the ground. Pouring sweat, she manhandled the man over on his back and atop the planks. She lashed him down tightly and secured the makeshift travois to her horse, then quickly and quietly as possible, vanished into the night.

Just before dawn when the sun was trying to rise, her new companion awoke, retching and coughing beneath his hood. Shit! She'd forgotten about that in her hurry to leave! She quickly ripped the hood off and turned his head so he wouldn't choke to death on his vomit. She poured water from her canteen over his face and wiped him clean while he coughed and gagged until his breathing returned to normal. He turned his head to face her and she felt as if she'd been struck by lightning. Piercing grey eyes met her beautiful blue ones as she took in his beaten and bruised countenance. She'd never seen a more handsome man in her life! She couldn't stop her hand from brushing his dark curls from his face and she felt an overwhelming desire to kiss him.

"Hello, Angel," he said in a parched voice. "Water, please," he croaked. She quickly put a small hand under his head and raised him to drink. He drank deeply until she pulled away.

"Easy there. Not too much or you'll get sick again." He sighed and she laid his head back. She didn't know what to say to him, she was absolutely tongue tied, even covered in filth and vomit he stole the heart from her chest.

"What's your name, Angel?" he managed as he lay with his eyes closed.

"Abigail, my friends call me Abby," she stuttered awkwardly.

"I'm Alexander, my friends call me Alec. As my rescuer, you may call me anything you like," he quipped with a wry smile.

"I shall think on it, for now I shall call you Heavy, because you were extremely difficult to drag here," she said merrily, finally finding her voice. He groaned and painfully shifted his bulk.

"My arms are killing me, laying on them for so long is hard to do," he said painfully.

"I'm so sorry, we had to leave quickly and get away from the road. I haven't had time to attend to you," she apologized.

"Don't worry yourself. I'm just thankful my guardian angel rescued me," he said softly while looking up at her. She felt herself falling into his gorgeous eyes, then caught herself. She busied her hands by freeing him from the travois and sitting him up. His arms and hands were blue from bad circulation and his wrists torn and bloodied from the manacles. His thigh was caked with dried blood from his stab wound but appeared to have stopped bleeding. Bravely, she straddled his legs and sat in his lap to attend to his face. She swabbed it with a wet rag and gave him more to drink.

She noticed his eyes wandering down to her cleavage and she felt a trickle of desire, knowing that he was finding her attractive. When he was as clean as she could get him, she fed him some hardtack and dried meat along with plenty of water.

"I'm sorry, I have nothing to remove your manacles. If I can take you to my camp I have a hammer and chisel and I can get those things off of you," she volunteered.

"That would be wonderful, is it far from here?"

"If you can ride, a day. If I drag you, a couple days."

"I'll ride. Bouncing along on those boards was horrible."

"Can you try now? We really should be going. I apologize but it'll be a rough go for you," she said gently.

"Abby, doing anything with you will be far more pleasant than my former situation."

She smiled to herself. She was really growing to like him. It was her first compliment from a man other than her father and she liked it.

After a minor battle of strength, she got him to his feet and next to her horse. He'd just lodged his foot in a stirrup when he paused.

"Um, Abby? It appears I must relieve myself. All that water has run right through me."

She looked at him and waited, then realized he couldn't help himself with his arms manacled behind him.

"I'm sorry, Angel. I need your help," he said while blushing deeply.

"Um,  okay. Do you mind?"

"Of course. Please hurry though."

She crouched down and undid his belt and buttons. Recalling how she'd washed her Uncle when he was wounded, she bravely reached in to pull his cock out. She and Alec both gasped when her small hand met hot flesh. She took hold of him, shocked that her fingers didn't even come close to spanning his width. She slowly dragged him free and pointed his cock at the ground. With a ragged groan he cut loose with a mighty stream of urine that spattered in the dirt. She looked down and marveled at the sight of his huge member in her tiny fist. Glancing up at him she noticed his brilliant eyes were locked on her little hand wrapped around him. She felt a bit of jealousy because this hose can be pointed at will, and she imagined fun games she would play, targeting ants and other bugs with a fine hose like his. “Damn! All I get to do is squat and try to limit the splatter on my feet.” Then she realized he hear her say that, aloud. She felt her own face flame hot and he groaned again as his stream slowed to a stop.

"Done. Thank you, my Angel," he said softly, meeting her eye. "Your first time?" he asked with a mischievous wink. She giggled out loud.

"Indeed. Did I do good?"

"Yes, but you're not quite done. You must always do the shake."

"The shake?"

"The shake. One must always shake before putting oneself away," he said, fighting an embarrassed grin.

While he spoke, she became aware that he was growing quickly in her hand. Alarmed, she looked down to see him rising and lengthening in her fingers. She gently wriggled his cock and raised a curious eyebrow when a drop of urine fell to the ground.

"See? Always shake," he laughed. Her face red as a beet, she awkwardly stuffed his formidable cock back in his trousers and then hastily buttoned him up.

"I'm sorry, Angel. I tease to cover my own embarrassment. It was my first time as well."

"That's  okay," she murmured. "We may as well get used to it. We've a long ride home."

To be continued in part 3, by Seethegood for Literotica.

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Roommates

Craig sits in his apartment on another boring lonely Wednesday night. Sitting on the couch and just scrolling through his phone aimlessly, no good sporting events on, nothing interesting on TV. Just a boring night with a promise of a bedtime at 10 pm tonight. 

Craig lets out a deep sigh. 

“I guess this is thirty..” he says quietly in the empty apartment. 

Craig sits on the couch trying to find something to watch on YouTube on the TV. Skips through podcasts and gaming videos and then while scrolling through there’s a noise coming front door of the apartment.

The door opens softly and in walks Lydia, Craig’s roommate. 

Lydia with her brunette hair that’s tied in a bun and oversized glasses walks in looking tired and exhausted from work. 

“Of course you’d be home..” Lydia says half disappointed.

“Hey, don’t hate cause you had work today..” Craig fires back.

“No, you idiot, I just thought you’d be out with some friends..” Lydia snared back.

“Nope, just being lazy today, plus everyone is busy, it’s a work night you know?” Craig responds back.

“Whatever, anything good on tonight?” Lydia asks.

“Nothing, really…thinking of going to lay down but hey, there are some tacos still out from when I made them a bit ago, if you’re interested” Craig responds.

“You had me at Tacos” Lydia says excitedly. 

Lydia makes her way over to help herself to some tacos and Craig can’t help but to stare at Lydia as she starts to make herself a plate. 

Craig and Lydia’s relationship is based on a friendship of many years, Craig is insanely attracted to Lydia but would never act on this because he values the friendship and boundaries, but he can’t help but admire her. Craig’s friends would all joke and tell him to just go for it and you live with her how could you not give it a go? 

Craig would notice Lydia being flirty in conversation sometimes but always just assumed it was her being nice and thought nothing more. 

“Oh these are actually so good!” Lydia says excited after taking a few bites.

“Oh you really think so!?” Craig asks excitedly.

“Yeah, they’re actually pretty good!” Lydia says excitedly.

“Fuck yeah! thank you! made them specially for you” Craig says smiling.

Lydia smiles as she continues to eat.

“Okay, you sweet talked me into doing the dishes, damn.” Craig says jokingly.

“I knew it would work..” Lydia says slyly. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Craig says laughing as he gets up to collect Lydia’s plate and make his way to the kitchen.

“Well I’m beat, I guess I’ll shower and get into bed” Lydia says as she gets up and stretches.

“Yeah I’ll slave over these dishes…but you enjoy..” Craig responds sarcastically 

Lydia walks to her bedroom which is located right behind Craig who is at the sink running the water to get start the dishes, but the window in front of Craig shows an almost clear reflection of Lydia’s room. 

As Craig was cleaning the dishes, something caught his eye in the reflection from the window. Craig looks up to the reflection and can see that Lydia was undressing in her room. Removing her top of reveal her red lace bra. Craig was frozen while looking at the reflection and couldn’t believe it. As Craig was staring Lydia continues to undress as she start to take down her pants and reveal a red lace thong. Craig’s eyes would widen as he watched. Lydia with her big bubble butt and Craig just couldn’t take his eyes away. He thought to himself that this was wrong and invasion of her privacy, but how did she forget to close her door? Was she that exhausted? An honest mistake, but Craig would keep staring as he washed the same dish over and over. Lydia would then remove her bra to reveal her wonderful perky tits. Craig almost drops the dish in his hand but grabbed it before it slipped out and glad Lydia didn’t hear, but did notice she had AirPods in. 

“God damn, focus.” Craig says silently to himself. 

Next Lydia removes her panties and grabs her towel and puts it on and walks out. 

“Getting in the shower now..” Lydia says as she walks toward the bathroom. 

Craig nods.

With the dishes finally done and dried off, Craig starts to put the dishes away. While reaching up to put away the plates Craig looks down the hallway and notices the bathroom door is wide open as he hears the water running down the hall. Craig continues to look down the hall in curiosity. Then Lydia walks in front of the shower door naked and gets in. Craig again, could not stop watching. Hoping Lydia wouldn’t notice or think any differently if she knew. Memorized Craig continued to watch as Lydia started to wash her body and get soapy. Craig watched as she rubbed soap over her body, watch as she put soap on her tits and turn around and do the same with her ass. Craig could not stop watching, frozen in lust, body feeling hot and started to feel his dick get hard. Craig would start to stroke a little, but as he’s watching Lydia the shower starts to fill up with steam and fog and the show Craig was so infatuated in watching was becoming hard to see. Craig snaps out of his lustful watching and shakes himself and goes to his bedroom.

Craig now gets into bed after feeling so hot and ready after watching Lydia undress and then shower. The image of Lydia naked was burnt into his memory. Craig would lay in bed and slowly stroke himself to the image in his mind of Lydia. After a few moments of stroking Craig could start to hear moaning. Feeling confused Craig stops what he’s doing and pulls up his shorts and walks out of his bedroom quietly and enters the dark hallway and hears slight moans in the darkness with a bit of light coming from Lydia’s bedroom. Craig thought he should just mind his business and not worry about what’s going on, but he was so interested in the reason of the sounds. Craig walks slowly to the door.

Lydia’s bedroom door was opened enough for a perfect view of Lydia’s bed from the hallway, but from the beds point of view can’t really see so much in the hallway. Craig decides to look to what is happening in Lydia’s bedroom. Lydia was laying in her bed naked and was touching herself. Craig couldn’t believe what he was seeing and thought he shouldn’t be watching this, but was frozen with lustful thoughts and curiosity. Craig would watch intently as Lydia played with her pussy. Craig could feel himself getting hard as a rock, but couldn’t stop watching. 

“Ohh Craig..” he hears Lydia quietly moan and Craig was couldn’t believe what he heard and lost his balance a bit in disbelief of what he heard. The floor would screech and Craig would be so embarrassed and nervous of getting caught watching Lydia. 

“C-C-Craig, is that you?” Lydia says stuttering and nervously

“Uh…yeah..just getting a glass of water..” Craig responds nervously.

“You know you don’t have to watch from out there..” Lydia says flirty 

“W-What?” Craig nervously says with his voice shaking.

“Come in here, silly” Lydia says excitedly

Craig walks in to see Lydia laying there naked and Craig noticed she didn’t even try to cover up when he walked in. 

“Oh god, sorry. I didn’t know…” Craig says embarrassed and covering his eyes

“Oh you don’t like what you see? Take your hands away and look at me” Lydia asks while blushing 

Craig slowly removes his hands from his eyes

“Oh wow. I love what I see” Craig says while staring intently at Lydia.

“Good now sit down” Lydia says while still blushing 

Craig slowly backs up and takes a sit on the bench by Lydia’s vanity where she would out on her make up. 

“You like to watch, don’t you?’ Lydia asks Craig and she’s slowly rubbing her pussy. 

Craig’s face turns all red.

“I-I do..” Craig answers 

Lydia keeps eye contact as she continues to rub her needy pussy in front of Craig. 

“I like that you like to watch…” Lydia says excitedly 

Craig just continues to watch while not being able to take his eyes away. 

Again, Craig can feel himself getting so hard while watching.

“How long until you give in?” Lydia moans.

Craig while starting at Lydia stands up and walks over to Lydia’s bed and says “sit up sweet girl” 

Lydia sits up as Craig gets behind her and has her laying between his legs. 

“Are you going to be my good girl?” Craig asks while looking down to Lydia.

Staring up with her big brown eyes, Lydia nods in agreement. 

Craig takes Lydia’s hand and places it over his hand as he Lays it down gently on her pussy.

“Show me how you like to touch yourself” Craig demands 

Lydia starts to touch herself with Craig’s hand.  Showing Craig exactly what she likes.

Craig would pull her hair to the side and would kiss on Lydia’s neck as she moans with how good Craig’s touch feels on her wet needy pussy. 

“Oh you’re so wet for me, sweet girl..” Craig says surprised 

“I’ve been waiting for this..I would imagine this moment for so long” Lydia explains short in breath. 

Craig would take his free hand and would start to squeeze Lydia’s tits would be a nice big handful as Lydia’s head leans back and Craig kisses her. 

Craig pulls away and whispers in Lydia’s ear “I want you to cum for me baby..let it go..show me how badly you want me” 

Lydia starts to moan and move her hand faster and faster over Craig’s. 

“Good girl, just like that, keep going..” Craig continues to whisper in her ear. 

Lydia starts to scream and moan and shake as she begins to cum. 

“Oh baby let it go..” Craig still whispering in Lydia’s ear. 

Lydia cums over Craig’s hand and he takes his hand and looks Lydia in the eyes as he sucks his fingers clean and puts them

In Lydia’s mouth as well so she can taste herself. 

“We’re not done yet..time for you to make daddy cum now..” Craig says to Lydia who nods in agreement.

“I want to ride you daddy, I need you to fill me up..” Lydia says excitedly 

Craig lays back as Lydia removes his shorts and boxers. 

Lydia looks at Craig’s dick and asks “oh you’ve been hiding this from me?” 

Lydia strokes Craig’s dick a bit before slipping her needy wet pussy on Craig’s throbbing cock.

Lydia starts to slowly ride up and down on Craig’s cock.

“Oh fuck, your pussy feels soo good on my cock” Craig says moaning 

Lydia starts to pick up the pace which she is riding.

Craig starts to moan as Lydia moans too.

Craig gripping her hips and she rides and smacking her big ass as she rides. Hearing the sound of the smack turns Craig on even more.

“Slow down baby, I’m going to cum…” Craig moans out

“Good” shouts Lydia as she rides faster.

“Cum for me daddy, fill me up…” Lydia moans 

Craig can’t control himself anymore and just need to explode into Lydia’s needy pussy. Moaning and head tilt backwards. 

Craig groans out as he explodes in Lydia’s wet tight messy pussy.

As Craig cums, Lydia continues to ride slowly and Craig looks up with his eyes and has no words for Lydia as he just kisses her. 

Lydia gets of top Craig and lays down next to Craig and whispers in his “well worth the wait…next time pick up on the hints..” Lydia says as she kisses Craig and walks to get a drink. Craig lays there in disbelief of what just happened, but couldn’t remove the smile from his face. 

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