1. Everyone Has A Past


    Date: 1/25/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    previous life. There was still no indication of what exactly Lulu wanted, or what would happen once I had “delivered” Tina to her. That evening, I set the laptop up on the table in the living-room. My wife and I sat side by side as I fed the disc into the machine. This time there was only the one file, entitled “Tina Cumslut”. It took about 2 minutes to work out what it was. Tina had edited together a sequence of cum shots. There were 88 minutes left. “We don’t have to watch this, you know,” my wife said. “I know,” I said. “But we will.” And we did. As strange as it may seem, there was something meditative about it. 180 cumshots, each 30 seconds apart, Tina receiving voluminous ejaculations on almost every part of her body, everything carefully edited from the many films she’d appeared in. A new load of cum every 30 seconds, slippery seed on her face, her breasts, her stomach, her buttocks, her anus, her labia, her back, her feet – but mostly her face. Slippery seed landing on her tongue, sliding over her chin, or coating her cheeks. I watched, hypnotised, mesmerised, hardly aware that my cock was stiff, just watching Tina as she had been, revelling in the feel of male seed on every inch of her body. When the film had run its course, I turned to look at my wife, but she was impossible to read. Then she said in her steeliest voice. “I don’t regret it,” as if challenging me to disagree. “And nor should you,” I said. Then, because I always joke when I don’t know what to say, ...
    “If Tina released that commercially, she’d clean up.” “You mustn’t say that,” my wife whispered. And it was then I realised that she was as nervous about all this as I was. Saturday rolled around. I tried to be sympathetic and affectionate and supportive, but I was afraid my voice betrayed my nerves every time I spoke. Tina didn’t say much either. She was dressed as if for an important business meeting, which I felt was a step too far, though she looked very impressive in her black skirt and nylons and white blouse, underneath her coat. We took the train up to Victoria Station and the Circle Line to Bayswater. We were miles ahead of time, heading for the hotel Lulu had specified, to make sure we knew where it was, then spending hours wandering aimlessly like sightseers, ending up, a little heedlessly, given Tina’s past history, wandering through Soho, before returning to Bayswater. We still had more than an hour to kill, sitting in a coffee house before finally making our way back to the hotel. The inside of the hotel contrasted sharply with the neat, Georgian exterior. In fact the man behind the reception desk didn’t even look up when we entered, so we didn’t concern ourselves unduly with him either, finding our own way to room 305. By now we hadn’t exchanged many words for a long time, and all Tina did was to murmur, “Well, here we go,” before knocking on the door. Lulu appeared in the doorway, an unsettling look in her eye. “Hello, Tina,” she said. “Punctual as always.” ...
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