14. No Limits: Kyle is Alex's Slave

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. Of course, if your name is Kyle, please feel free to pretend this is about you.

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Kyle

It was nearing the winter break, and mid-terms were underway. Stress in the dorm was higher than normal. OK, sky high. Each resident managed their stress in different ways; some ways were more constructive, some more destructive.

Alex had come into my room last night, simply sobbing. "I am going to fail. Kyle, what will I do? If I don't pass physics, I will be thrown out of pre-med."

"Well, that sounds like a rather dire consequence. So, let me ask, have you already taken the test and seen the grade? Fail?"

"No dummy, you know the test is in two days. We are in the same section."

I rolled my eyes. Yup, she was actually that hysterical. "OK, fine. Let's think about it, that schedule gives," pretending to calculate in my head, "more than one whole day and two whole nights... to study."

Her tears started to slow and the sobs graduated to simple sniffs. She rubbed the back of her hand on her cheeks, wiping off the moisture.

"OK." she whimpered. "Now what?"

I sighed and pulled up the class notes. "You have these, right?"

She replied, "Yes, I have been looking at them, really looking at them. There is so much! I mean, what about the arc moments and the velocity vectors...."

--/--

A few hours later, she had calmed down. From her perch on my lap, she was explaining... to me... the last bits about Carnot's theorem and the relationship between the speed of gas molecules and temperature.

The little head was not amused. These topics had zero interest, and in fact, were completely detrimental to its prime mission of 1) get sucked 2) fuck and 3) cum.

The very tight proximity of hot and arousing female flesh was just adding insult to injury.

"I think you have this completely understood," I said, as I slipped her bum off my lap. "Sorry, I just need to stretch a bit."

She looked down at me and giggled. "I thought there was an extra lump or two in your lap. Hah! Look at what we have here!" She pinched the end of the tent in my pants.

The little head was much more appreciative of this kind of conversation, and sent a little frisson of joy up my spine.

"I tell you what," I said. "Let's hold that thought for a night. You go and get to sleep. Take this crib sheet with you to bed. Read it as you are falling asleep. Then, tomorrow, we will review once more, and you will redo the sleep crib sheet one more time on the last night before the test. OK?"

"I was thinking maybe you could help me relax, before sleep," she smiled hopefully at me. Then, she batted her beautiful, lively eyes at me. Then winked.

I frowned. Normally, those signals would have me disrobing her in a heartbeat. But, that wouldn't be... um... constructive.

Next, she turned her buttocks toward me, jangled them left and right, and looked back over her shoulder.

Jeezus. That was a bit unfair.

"No ma'am." I shook my head. I had to stay firm on this. "Would I like to fuck your brains out right now? Absolutely. But, I am not risking it. One big orgasm, or two? Might just vaporize all the good work we just did, just blow all that study clean out of your head. So, no sex until the test is over.

I continued, "After that, though, maybe we should have something wild. Let's call it, um, 'no limits post mid term.' Um, NLPMT. For short."

She giggled. "NLPMT. Oooh catchy," she snarked. She turned, picked up her bag, and pecked me on the cheek. "Good night, then. No limits soon. Tah!"

--/--

All the tests were completed, all the papers and projects were turned in and now, mid-terms were finally over!

Alex and I met at Finagle's for a beer and a few bar snacks. The crowd was large, raucous and imbibing alcohol as fast as possible. Stress was getting slam dunked.

Tonight was it: NLPMT. No limits. Post mid term. Sex as wild as could be imagined.

I was starting to regret this plan, just a tiny bit. Just how wild would Alex get? Had I unnecessarily goaded her? I mean, I know she loves anal sex. And, domination. And submission. And, romantic sex. And group sex. And bisex. So, just where were her limits anyway?

Alex tipped her longneck against mine, clinking the glass. She took a swallow, then she focused her eyes on me, "Mmmm. I believe it's... how did you call it? NLPMT." She snorted. "Are you ready? I am wondering about your limits, boyo!"

Wait, was that an -- evil -- smile?

I stared hard into her eyes, "Well, I have some limits, and I think you probably already know what they are. I am... You know. Going to go past those limits today. If I can," I grimaced. "And, I am wondering, Alex, do you? Have limits? You always seem so far ahead of me."

She smiled at me, now a broad laughing smile.

I gulped a bit. "And then, I am wondering, will I actually be able to go past my limits... so that I can exceed your limits? What if your limits are so far out there, I can't catch up?"

She snorted.

Then she kissed me, tongue deep in my mouth, while she plunged her free hand into the waistband of my pants. Her hand went deep, and surrounded my balls.

Shit she had her hand deep in my pants, in the middle of Finagle's! Right out in the open! God damn!

She leaned into my ear, "Would you strip naked here, so I could fuck you in public? Right here? Hmm? I bet I can find your limits, easy."

My stomach plummeted, visions of campus police handcuffing my naked, fucked-out body while the rest of the Finagle's revelers cheered Alex on.

Gamely, I said, "Um. OK, if that is what you want?"

My thoughts were spinning. What if Alex really was going to challenge me so... overwhelmingly? How could I possibly keep my end of the game? All of my preparations would go to ruin.

I thought to myself. Buckle up boyo. Time for game-on.

I pulled her hand back out of my pants. "Good try, but I know your "no limits" fantasy. I bet that public fucking is not really it, is it? But, if you want to go in that direction, then yes, I will fuck your ass right here." I ran my hand along her butt crack, wedging the fabric in. I was so tempted to just raise the back of her skirt and push my fingers home in that favorite hole, but again, visions of handcuffs kept my aggression at bay.

"Oh?" she asked with fake innocence.

"Yup. I'll call it... drill baby drill. On public lands. Right in your ass."

She giggled.

"On the other hand, I know where there is an opportunity for..." I licked her ear, and whispered in it. "Sex slaves."

She giggled again, and cupped the front of my pants. "Ummm? Seems interesting," she said coyly.

I started herding her out of Finangle's using her fantastic athletic ass for steering. I made sure to push my fingers inside her skirt waistband and deep between her clothed buttocks as I walked behind. It was a tad awkward, and maybe three or four of the not-yet-shit-faced drinkers noticed the odd connection between my hand and Alex's butt.

Fortunately, we made it out of Finagle's without any arrests.

--/--

In preparation, I had arranged for Juliet to divert my roommate, Dan, out of our dorm for the night. And, I had set out incense and candles, condoms and lube, vibes and butt plugs, fresh sheets on the beds (de-lofted onto the floor), and a fan in the window for ventilation.

Alex looked around appreciatively.

"So far, so good, boyo. But I am detecting a decided lack of sex slaves."

"My queen," I started, but she cut me off.

She snorted.

"What?" I asked.

"So, am I to believe that... you... are going to be a no limits sex slave, then?"

I could see the wheels turning in her head. I needed to derail that thought process pronto. I didn't want to yield up too much time and opportunity for her to plan something that would be... overwhelming.

i knew what was coming, but it was still early. "My queen, may I suggest some light refreshment and a few skin treatment preparations for the evening?"

I kissed her, and reached around the back of her fuzzy fabric top and raised it over her head. She raised her hands over her head, accommodatingly.

Look mom, no bra! My little head perked up in excitement.

I suckled on a newly bare nipple, pulling the other forward in my fingers and stretching the aureola.

She nodded, "Yes, oh slave. Carry on." Her eyes closed.

I reached for the Lindt chocolate bon bon I had sliced into segments, and slid one between her lips, dandling my fingers along her mouth and lingering there to maintain Alex's focus on that erogenous zone.

She purred as she melted the chocolate on her tongue.

Meanwhile, I redoubled the nibbling on her exposed nipple. She swung her body toward me, pushing more of her breast into my mouth.

I licked my way over to her other nipple as I blindly felt for another chocolate to engage her mouth. I pushed my finger into her mouth to caress her tongue as the chocolate melted.

She bumped her other breast into my waiting mouth, and I bit down lightly on the crinkled flesh.

"Have I dislodged any limits, yet?" I whispered softly.

"No. But... carry on. This is... good."

I moved my hands to her waist and unbuttoned her skirt. Then, I slid my fingers along the waistband, and the garment dropped to the floor.

I took a moment to load more chocolate between her lips, then I moved my hands to her waist. I bent my head lower to grab the fabric of her cotton Hello Kitty underwear with my teeth, right where it was bunched up in her cameltoe, and I pulled downward. The heady pheromones of excited teen cunt tickled my nostrils, and my prick began to swell.

The bunched panties made a short journey to rest mid-thigh, accentuating the sexy gap between her legs. I inhaled deeply, then licked at her bare nether lips. She responded by opening her legs slightly, and squatting downward, giving me better access to lick her protruding labia.

She sighed.

I reached downward with my hands and removed her shoes and socks, then slid Hello Kitty all the way to her ankles. She stepped out of the panties and shifted her legs so that her stance was even wider, with more access to her sex.

I stood and shrugged out of my shirt and unbuckled my pants, dropping them to the floor.

Then I grabbed the scented massage oil from the countertop and asked, "My Queen, we have prepared a royal unguent for your skin. Shall I apply it?"

"Royal what?" she asked. Her eyebrows were raised incredulously. Her face was saying to me: Who the fuck talks this way, anyway?

"Anointing oil, oh Queen. For your skin," I said, grinning.

She nodded, "OK, oh slave. Minister to me."

I slathered the oil, starting at her neck, and down her olive-skinned titties, then along her upper arms, and lastly along her shoulder blades and back. I put the bottle down, then gently smoothed the oil over her body.

I regained the bottle, and squirted oil over her belly button, with an extra long squirt along her treasure trail, landing strip and vaginal cleft, then spun her around for more oil at the base of her back and over her buttocks. I just could not stop myself from pushing extra oil down between her cheeks, then, from the rear, pulling both hands down to spread the view fully open, and roughly rumbling over her anus.

She growled at me. "Fuck yeah, oh slave. But, my front... lips.. need immediate attention." She turned and pushed my head downward and between her legs.

I reached up with my tongue and licked, two long, broad strokes, pushing my head tight between her legs at the crotch, reaching as far back as I could go with my tongue, then pulling it out, flat and broad, along her labia all the way to the top of her cleft and her now-engorging clit.

She sighed.

"Slave. I wish for that. Again." Her eyes remained closed as she concentrated on the feeling along her skin and her labia.

"And again."

After shedding my outer clothes, I was wearing only a silk G-string for men, the kind where the pouch in front is extra long to accomodate an erect penis. The little head was busying itself with capturing this new real estate, and pushing the yellow shiny silk toward Alex.

I reached my tongue again into her crotch, seeking her taint, and she squatted fully on my face, rubbing her taint and her asshole into my busy tongue. I did tongue contortions, moving from broad and flat to pointed and long, to probe her anal ring and the surrounding sensitive skin.

I reached blindly over my head again, found another sliver of chocolate, and engaged her mouth, all while I was licking her nether region.

She made little mewling noises, then sat down hard on my face as I knelt in front of her. "Lick, you slave. Lick me."

The pheromones were rolling into my nose unimpeded, driving my own body's chemistry to full prehistoric mating roar. I was hard, the yellow pouch stretched fully.

"Fuck, you smell good, Alex," I whispered.

"Call me Queen, oh slave."

"Oh Queen, thy feminine perfume has captured my mind and my body."

She giggled.

I licked.

She pulled my head up, using my hair. "Slave, you are not appropriately attired for your duties."

"I'm not?"

"Not yet. And, I desire a slight change to the room," She pointed to the mirror over the built-in chest of drawers.

"Lean that down there, so I can see our bodies, together. And move that chair, so that we may gaze into the mirror without contortion."

I disengaged from licking her cunt, and made the changes she requested.

"Excellent, oh slave." She grabbed at my silken dick pouch, perhaps a bit roughly, perhaps a bit excitedly. "Oh, I like this addition. It is so... light and smooth. Shiny. Long. And there is a nice... meaty... filling." She squeezed my hard dick, then reached around to the back of the pouch, where straps ran along and under my buttocks. Unerringly, she traced to my butthole, and circled it with her finger. "Excellent, slave, but I believe this... hole.. is not suitably equipped."

"Oh?" I asked.

"And there are other parts of your uniform that are not... that are missing," she said.

She leaned over the chest of drawers, ignoring the array of sex items I had laid out, and opened one of Dan's drawers.

She removed a shiny heavy metal object and a dark black leather item, and then she selected a medium black butt plug and lube from the selection I had laid on the top of the chest.

What the fuck? Did Dan have sex items in his drawer? Wait. More importantly, how did Alex know that Dan had... sex items... in his drawer? And, did she have permission to use them?

She turned me around, "Bend over, sex slave. I have an item that needs... installation."

She had already located the nozzle of the lube at my asshole, and had thoroughly engaged lubricant into my hole. This was rapidly followed by the butt plug, which she installed with professional practice, twisting it and gently expanding my muscle ring to accommodate its moderate girth.

"Excellent, slave. Now, this."

She took the black leather item and shook it, unzipping the back side. Fuck. It was a slave hood, with a zipper mouth and two eyeholes. The main zipper went up the neck at the rear of the head.

She forced me into a squatting crouch, black butt plug rammed home, yellow dick pouch jutting outward. Then she slid the black hood over my head and carefully zipped the back zipper, avoiding my hair. The fit was tight, and the leather smelled of oil and... cunt? At least I could breathe easily, even if the odors were... fantastical.

She then unzipped the mouth of the hood, and slipped a morsel of chocolate in, pushing aggressively with her fingers. Her leg rubbed at the tip of my yellow dick pouch, reminding me of her sexual prowess.

I groaned appreciatively.

"Perhaps I should call you slave bee," she punned, as she surveyed the black and yellow adornments on my otherwise naked body.

I shook my head, "I am number One slave, not slave B."

She giggled. "Slave One." Then she slapped lightly at my fully engorged, pouched dick.

"I like this very much. Perhaps you will remember its... effect... for another engagement," she said, as she slid the thong pouch down and off my legs. She remembered to tap at the butt plug to remind me of its important position.

"Stand, legs apart," she commanded.

My hard prick was pointed upward, balls dangling below. Alex took the silver item, and squirted lubricant on it.

My eyes bugged out a bit, behind the black leather mask. What was that metal thing? And more importantly, where was it going?

She pulled down, gently, separating my balls from my prick and body, then began worming the slot of the heavy stainless steel ball stretcher across my scrotum, carefully pulling each testicle away from my body.

The ring of steel pulled downward, not uncomfortably, but the weight reminded me constantly of her ownership of my sex bits.

In the mirror, I could see the result: my purple-headed prick was pulsing and pointed toward the ceiling, while my rosy-colored balls were separated, accentuated, highlighted. There was a fat silver ring between prick and balls. Behind my leather mask, I smiled, liking the new look.

"Keep your head, slave One. Should you displease me, these," she caressed my fully exposed testicles, "... might become targets for punishment. I suggest you avoid that outcome." She tapped lightly, and the deep pain of incipient testicle crush bloomed in my body.

"Yes, oh Queen. I will obey."

She stood, drew back, and examined me.

"Oh slave, have we... exceeded... any limits?"

Truthfully, I was enjoying this a fuck of a lot. But was it no limits? Hardly.

"No, my Queen. But, I believe we might... repeat... several parts of this costume, in future."

"Good," she said. "I will like that."

She grabbed one of my large shower towels from the closet. "No limits, my slave?" she asked.

"None," I said bravely, foolishly.

"We'll see," she grinned evilly. She toweled excess oil from her skin, then pushed me to the floor, face up. And squatted, her red cunt glistening as she lowered it to my leather-clad face.

Now, with her body weight straddling my masked face, it was hard to breathe. The added weight and pressure on the mask was challenging. And the zippered mouth of the hood scraped my tongue as I attempted to lick through it to the descending labia and clit.

Alex ground her sex even harder on my face, and then loosed a stream of warm yellow fluid.

Wait! Was she... peeing on me?

Fuck that!

I sputtered and slapped her thighs. "No! I can't breathe. No pissing!"

She ground her cunt in me for a few more seconds, then the stream abated. She laughed, toweling the pool of liquid from the floor around my head.

The leather was soaked, and some pungent pee had gotten into my eyes, soaked my hair. "Ew! That is wretched. And this hood is fucked. I can't breathe."

My boner had disappeared and the heavy stainless steel weight on my balls was jangling, sharp edges digging in.

"Get this shit off. OK? I am way way past my "no limits." You win. I can't do this. Piss. Ew. Yuck."

"Poor thing," she said, and laughed again. But she unzipped the back of the hood, slid the dripping leather off, and toweled off my head using a second fresh towel from the closet.

"Really, Alex? Pee?" I looked at her, my eyes working now that the hood was off. I blew out my nose, snot flailing out to the floor.

She had a sheepish look on her face and glanced downward. Embarrassment? Chagrin? I don't know.

"Sorry," she said. "It was your rules. No limits."

I worked the ball stretcher off, too, then the butt plug. My junk was flaccid, little head distraught at this turn of events.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"No, not really. And it's pretty clear that you didn't either."

"Goddamn, girl."

I stood, pulled my last fresh towel from the closet, and rubbed myself down.

Alex watched me, sitting naked on the bed on the floor, and slowly, a strange look grew on her face: sad, sorry, stormy.

Was she crying? Fuck!

"Hey, hey, hey! What is it?" I asked.

"I thought no limits would be fun."

"And it wasn't?"

"No."

She contemplated for a few minutes.

"I love you Kyle. That is my limit. I... I want you to love what we do together. Not hate it."

"I love you, Alex. And, I want to please you. I am... I am kind of your sex slave. All the time. Not make believe like today. But real. In real life."

I pulled her backwards to lie on the bed. Then, I kissed her, a lazy, full tongue kiss.

I could taste her tears.

"Shhh. I don't mind," I said. "The "no limits." Just, no more pee."

She snuggled closer to me, head facing me, and her pert little titties rubbed my chest.

She kissed me, tongue licking my lips, then she turned my head to swirl her tongue in my ear.

"Do you have an ear wax fetish, too?" I asked.

She giggled. "No, I have a Kyle fetish."

I turned to her and we kissed again. "I like this."

"Me too."

She rolled on top of my body, holding my face with her hands as she kissed me. Her legs were spread on either side of my waist, and her warm cunt was nestling against my limp dick, capturing it flat against my body.

I darted my tongue into her mouth.

"I could do this for a long time. No limits on this," I said.

She licked my lips. "Only this, nothing more?"

"Um, maybe we could do something more."

"Yeah?" She kissed me again, and rubbed her hardening nipples into my chest.

She lifted and turned her body, then sucked in my wilted dick while waggling her fat labia and engorged clit in my face.

I reached out with my tongue and swiped up, then licked a finger and rimmed her asshole with it. She swallowed my now-swelling prick deeply in her mouth. I could feel her teeth far down the shaft.

"Hey. Hey. That's good, but... wider is better than deeper."

She lifted her head, "Huh?"

"Teeth."

"Oh, sorry, is this better?" She opened her mouth and forced my prick down her throat.

"Fuck yeah!" I couldn't help bucking upward, hard, pounding my prick into her again and again.

"Jesus, Alex. That is fucking fantastic. Um, no limits on deep throat, OK? I can do that."

She regurgitated a wad of thick spittle. "Well, maybe I have to be a little limited. I don't want to gag and puke on you. I think puke is probably worse than pee, right?"

"Yeah, no. Let's not."

She settled her ass down harder on my face. "Lick my butthole. You know I like that."

I obliged, pushing my tongue there, pointing the end of my supple tongue into the center of her anal ring.

She turned, "How is it that butthole is OK but pee is not?"

"Um. Sounds weird when you put it that way, but, first, I love your butt, and licking will move soon enough to fucking and that... is just fucking fantastic. And second, I am not drowning inside a mask here, like I did with pee. I can breathe. And third, I know you love it. I didn't really detect that pee was so arousing for you."

"It's not. I love ass, though. Your ass, my ass. Fucking, licking pounding."

"Yeah, you are kind of a butt bunnie."

She giggled. "I have an idea. Your prick is back and no shame, it looks all veiny and horny and I want to fuck it with my ass." She caressed her hand along my hard prick.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Sit here on the chair, and spread your legs."

I scrambled back up, then sat on the hardwood seat. She crouched between my legs, continuing the blowjob. I could see my face in the mirror, and the back of Alex's head as she licked my balls and taint.

Satisfied I was hard enough, she turned and impaled my hard dick into her asshole. I could watch every move over her shoulder from behind, as her face and fully nude and nearly hairless front sex was reflected in the mirror. My prick slowly distended her butthole, and she allowed the full length to slide home before lifting her hips up for a return stroke.

The feeling of my dick, fully embedded in her tight ass, seemed pure heaven.

"No limits on this. Your ass is fucking fantastic, Alex."

"I love your hard dick. You are making me soooo wet." She was making soft noises in the back of her throat, growling and mewling mixed together.

"Fuck me. No limits, Alex." She began pounding down, slamming her buttocks against my legs on the downstroke. She reached for lube from the chest and flooded her cunt and ass. My dick glistened.

I enjoyed this for a while, then I grabbed her thighs and stopped her.

"You know, Alex, I don't think I have ever fucked your pussy. Or put a load into your cunt."

She kept attempting to bounce with my dick in her butt. "Ah ah ah," she said.

"No limits. Give me your cunt." My words came out solid, commanding.

"Do you have a condom?" She worked her hips up and down with my big dick in her butt.

That was the code word, I knew, for butt sex. But I was already fucking her butt. And, anyway, the condoms were right in front of her, on the chest.

"No," I said.

"I'm ovulating soon."

"No limits, Alex. Bareback. In your cunt. Until I shoot."

She grunted. Wheezed, and accelerated her hips, slamming hard on my prick.

"OK?"

She grunted as she slammed her ass down on my rock hard dick again.

On the upstroke, I grabbed my hard dick and shifted it slightly, aligning with her main sex opening. Ass to cunt. And, in her mindless bouncing, she bounced down hard and bounced my prick completely into her cunt.

"Fuck," she said. "What is that? Are you fucking my cunt? My.... cunt?"

"It feels fantastic, Alex. No limits. Today. No limits. I am fucking your hot, tight little cunt. Which I have not fucked before."

"No limits," she said.

"I'm not pulling out."

"No limits," she said.

"Yeah, no limits on pussy. No limits on fucking you. In the cunt, the pussy. I... have not fucked you bareback in the pussy. Never before."

"No one has. Ever. Barebacked my pussy. Until now. Fuck me," said Alex. She gyrated on my dick. I think she was dick-drunk. She had lost her senses.

"Spread your legs wider, Alex. Show your cunt to me as I fuck it."

The view in the mirror was spectacular, with her legs at their widest, most lewd, her dark red cunt glistening with the sheen of sweat and lubes and fluids, and my purple headed prick slamming home over and over, jangling her labia. Her fully engorged clit was peeping our of the skin folds, getting additional stimulation from all the action nearby. My balls were tightening.

Her hand was now swiping her exposed clit like a blur, rubbing at the top of the crease, as my prick pounded her protruding labia. It lanced again and again into her cunt.

Alex's cunt!!! Bareback!!! Rare. Exceptionally rare. No limits.

I reached under her bouncing butt and impaled two fingers into her ass, right next to my prick. I used the other hand to stretch one nipple outward, away.

She groaned. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." Her clitoral stroking became a stutter, rubbing like mad, then stopping to slap, then rubbing again.

I could feel a giant gout of cum rolling in my balls and prostate, climbing my dick and finally.... finally... finally.

"Shit. Fuck. Damn. Asshole. Cunt. Fucker. Bastard. Jeezus." The nonsense curse words spilled out of me, along with my orgasm.

Great gouts of cum erupted into her naked, unprotected cunt, deep into her vagina, deposited straight at her cervix.

Spasm. Go swimmers go! Spasm. Balls tightening and jerking. Spasm. White load flooding her vagina again. Spasm. More hot sperm flooding upward into her unprotected pussy.

She kept bouncing and as the fresh loads of sperm lubed her canal and labia, she finally orgasmed, jerking again and again as her climax captured her body. Her asshole clamped down hard on my fingers. Her upper body jackknifed forward, and at the second or third seizure, she slipped off my lap, slumping down in front of the chair, legs spread, pussy wide open for my view in the mirror.

She rocked her head back, laid it on my deflating cock and whispered, "I love you Kyle. No limits on love."

I stroked her hair gently and caressed the side of her face. "No limits on love, Alex. I love you, too."

As she relaxed, eyes closed, I lifted her from the slouching position, bodily, and laid her onto the waiting bedding, then arranged my body next to her, laying my arm around her protectively.

I whispered in her ear, "I love you, Alex. No limits."

"No limits," she murmured.

--/--

Kyle

We were awakened by sharp, rapid knocking on the door. Had Dan gotten locked out?

I distentangled myself from Alex and went to the door, naked, and opened it a crack.

Standing outside, with sex slave collars tight on their throats, were two men.

Fuck! I had forgotten all about the sex slave threesome.

No limits for Alex. Sex slave threesome. Her fantasy. As a present to her, I had planned to make it come true, and finally, the other sex slaves had arrived.

--/--

Thanks for your attention. Comments are appreciated. Atlantis.