Authors note:- This is a sequel to Ch.3 so I strongly suggest you read all previous chapters in the “Poor Becca” series before reading this, or you will not understand the plot or characters.

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My phone sat on the breakfast bar in front of me. It was begging for me to send the message. I was nervous as I sat there holding the black business card in my hand. The fifteen digit number starring up at me, in white lettering. The small writing underneath which read:-

‘Text your name to this number and wait to be contacted’

I had butterflies in my tummy.

I put the card down and made a cup of tea. My mind was racing. Only four weeks had passed since my punishment, by Lexa, with my sister. I still felt dirty and guilty about what we had done to each other and couldn’t face seeing my sister, Amy. The thoughts came rushing back to me as I stirred my tea. The image of me fingering my sisters asshole and pussy to get her off, before she took a cock in her ass, were haunting me. It was a depraved act, but still gave me a stirring in my underwear that I couldn’t control. Amy was an anal queen and I was jealous of her abilities. She had been the centre of attention, last time I was with Lexa and I was more of the warm up act,. I wanted to outdo her, as we had always been sibling rivals, but anal wasn’t my thing. Lexa had said I could contact her and go to their film studios, voluntarily, for training or unattached raw fucking whenever I wanted.

I sipped my tea starring at the breakfast bar, the phone, the card. They were calling to me.

“Fuck it,” I said out loud and picked up the phone.

I thumbed in the number and typed my name “Becca” and hit send before I could change my mind. I threw the phone back on the bar and sat back drinking my tea. I felt excited and apprehensive, the tingling in my knickers was back with a vengeance.

Bing! Bing! My phone buzzed on the counter top.

‘Shit that was quick,’ I thought

I picked it up. The screen read:-

‘2330 Silver people carrier. South end of your street’

Now I really was nervous.

Bing! Bing! It buzzed again.

‘No food after 1600, use the bathroom before you leave.’

I didn’t feel like eating anyway. The last three times I’d been with Lexa it was after being drugged and taken there against my will. Now I was willing. I thought I must be going mad to go there voluntary.

I was still seeing my girlfriend, Jemma, who knew some of the details, but not about the last encounter. I kept it secret, not wanting anymore repercussions that might affect her or my family. Our relationship was deteriorating , due to her always working away pursuing her career. When we did meet up we were great together, but it was becoming less and less often. Sex with Jemma was sensual and loving, but having her fingers inside me wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel filled by a man’s hard throbbing cock. I wanted to improve my sexual skills and I thought I had gone as far with women as I could. I wanted to feel powerful and have more control over men and thought sex was going to be my greatest weapon.

I was unsure about Lexa’s overall intentions. I thought she had a crush on me, but it could all be an act with her, to get me to participate willingly. I guess I would soon find out., but whatever happened, I would improve my prowess in the bedroom.

I waited in the darkness at south end of my street at eleven twenty five. Winter had taken hold and there was a chill in the air. I had showered and used the bathroom as instructed and hadn’t eaten since three o’clock. I was wearing black yoga pants, knee high fur topped boots and a fleece and body warmer. I had Lexa’s black lace panties on, and hoped they would get a reaction from her. I wore no bra and my nipples were already hard from the cold.

A silver vehicle approached at exactly eleven thirty and the door slid open as it drew to a stop. A guy in a black suit held out his hand and helped me aboard. He slid the door shut and the people carrier sped off. He passed me a white satin sack and put it over my head and pulled the draw string. I could see nothing, but the glow of street lights. No one spoke.

We drove for an hour, only stopping for what I thought, must be traffic lights. We finally slowed down and went through a series of check points, it must have been security. I heard the rattle of a shutter door opening and the van drove inside, closing the shutter behind us. The door slid open and was gently guided through some doors and corridors into a warm room.

My bag was removed from my head and I squinted in the brightness as I tried to adjust to the light. I was in, what looked like, a plush hotel room. A double bed, ensuite bathroom, comfy chairs, a whole wall of mirrors and a mirrored ceiling. There were no windows. The bodyguard left me, without saying a word. It felt weird to be back there, under my own steam and my stomach was in knots with anticipation.

The room was hot, so I took my body warmer, boots and fleece off and sat on the edge of the bahis şirketleri bed, in my leggings and crop top. I looked in the mirror and admired my full boobs standing proud without support.

A few seconds after getting comfortable, Lexa came in. She too was wearing yoga pants, but they were grey. She had a loose fitting T shirt on, also grey, slipping off her left shoulder revealing her flimsy bra strap. She was barefoot and looked sensational. She smiled at me as I stood to greet her.

We hugged and kissed each other’s cheeks, all very formal and European, except for her playful squeeze of my ass.

“So lovely to see you again,” she said.

“You too Miss Lexa, you look amazing,” I replied.

“Thank you Becca. It does show my ass off quite well, doesn’t it?” she lifted her heel and turned to show me her butt.

It was perfectly round with the material of her yoga pants going into the crease of her cheeks. It was as though they were painted on and left nothing to the imagination. I’m sure she wasn’t wearing any knickers, as there was no panty line showing through.

I turned to her and did the same. “Yoga pants do show off your ass well, that’s for sure.” I said.

She smacked my ass, quite hard, with a loud slapping noise. I flinched.

“I see you’ve stayed in shape,” she laughed.

“Thank you, I do try.”

“Now… let’s get down to business, what brings you back here?” she said, sitting on the bed and gesturing for me to do the same.

“I thought about what you said…before I mean…about wanting more than women.” I replied, sitting next to her.

“Go on.”

I was struggling to get my words out. I just wanted to kiss her.

“You know what I mean.”

“I need to hear you say it.”

“I need cock Miss Lexa.” I said, shamefully, “I miss having a cock inside me, I miss sucking off men, tasting their cum, you know what I mean.”

“Anything else?” she was very business-like.

I thought for a brief moment. I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

“No.”

“Are you sure?” she asked looking me in the eye, “You don’t want to try something new? Something naughty? Something dirty? Something your sister can do, that you can’t’?”

“No,” I lied, I couldn’t say the words.

“OK. I can set you up with a few men next door, to fuck you if you like, on film of course, it’s not a free service.”

“Yes. That would be great thank you,” I had trepidation in my voice, wanting to tell her more.

She got up and started to walk off.

“Wait!” I said quickly.

“Yes,” she said, turning to look at me and stopping in her tracks.

“There is something else.”

“What is it?”

“It’s hard for me to say.”

“Just say it Becca, we’re all friends here.”

“Can I try anal sex? Will you teach me?” I heard the words and couldn’t believe it was me saying them. I felt instantly embarrassed.

She came back and sat back on the bed, putting her hand on my knee and staring into my eyes. I was lost for a second or two and felt as though she was staring into my soul.

“Of course you can, sweet girl,” she said, softly, “I thought this may be the reason you contacted me. Why the change of heart?”

“We’ll it’s like you said, I need more than just pussy. I want to offer men a greater range of sexual skills. I love to please my lovers and I find it quite powerful to feel control over them, by using sex to get what I want.”

“If it’s control over men you’re after, I can teach you a lot more than anal.”

“One step at a time.” I smiled, “Besides I want to be as good at it, as my sister is. Call it sibling rivalr or something, I can’t explain it.”

“You don’t need to, I fully understand, she was centre of attention and stole the limelight from you during our last encounter. It was written all over your face. Poor Becca likes to be the star.”

“Maybe. I just don’t know. Soooo…will you teach me?”

“If I do, it’s by my rules and I want something in return.”

“Like what?”

“A film of course. I’ll teach you here, in this comfy bed and then take you to the studio to take cock in the ass properly.”

I thought about it for a few seconds, already starting to feel horny at the thought of trying something new and unknown.

“As long as the cock I take isn’t too big.”

“Cocks Becca,” she said, emphasising the plural, “It will be more than one guy, but I promise they will not be huge.”

“How many?” I asked, sounding surprised.

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

“OK. It’s a deal,” I said.

“OK then, ” Lexa said, “Get comfortable and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She got up and headed for the door. I was mesmerised by her ass, as she wiggled out of the room with the slightest of wobbles.

About five minutes later she returned, dragging a small silver suitcase, on wheels, behind her. It looked like the sort of thing you’d take on a short haul flight as cabin baggage.

“Are you moving in, or something?” I asked jokingly. bahis firmaları

“Not quite Becca,” she smirked.

She lifted it onto the bed next to me, unzipped it and folded the lid back. I got up and stood next to her intrigued to know what was inside. At first it was her usual clothing, black skirt, white blouse, ankle boots, underwear, toiletries and makeup.

“I’ll get changed before we go to the studio,” she said, pulling them out and putting them on one of the chairs, neatly.

Underneath that was a towel which she folded back revealing an array of sex toys. There were a couple of vibrators, bullet vibes, dildos of differing sizes, lube and something that looked like a balloon with a spout on the end, and other items I couldn’t make out, obscured by the towel. She picked up the balloon and the lube first.

“Sorry Becca, but we’re going to need you clean inside and out for anal play,” she squeezed the balloon and a puff of air was expelled from the spout.

“An enema?” I asked.

“Douching,” she replied, “but yes its similar.”

“Will it hurt?”

“No, actually the opposite, some people find it very pleasurable. Did you use the bathroom before you left.”

“Yes, but I could do with a pee to be honest, must be all the excitement and nervous energy.”

Lexa smirked again.

“Let’s go to the bathroom shall we?”

I followed her to the ensuite, it was plush and modern with lots of chrome and glass. There was a shower, double sink and toilet. The walls were covered in dark grey tiles, as was the floor.

I suddenly felt shy and nervous.

“You should pee first,” she said, gesturing to the toilet, “then we’ll get you nice and clean.”

I just stood there. I don’t know why, but I didn’t like the fact I was going to pee while she was watching.

“Don’t be embarrassed Becca, I know you intimately already. Just sit down.”

She came closer and kissed me softly on the lips, slipping her fingertips inside the waistband of my yoga pants. I started to kiss her back, but she pulled away, dropped down and took my yoga pants with her. She pulled them down to my ankles and stood back. I was stood in front of her wearing my crop top and her black lace knickers. She had given them to me a souvenir a few months ago.

“My panties look good on you,” she giggled, “very sexy, but take them off and sit on the toilet.”

I peeled them down and they joined my yoga pants. I sat down on the toilet as she moved down and knelt in front of me. She pushed my legs apart slightly and started to kiss me again, forcing her tongue gently into my mouth.

“Pee,” she whispered, looking down between my legs.

“Is this turning you on?” I asked, a little shocked.

“Immensely,” she replied, ” it’s just a little fetish of mine.”

She kissed me again, her hands exploring the top of my thighs.

I concentrated hard and tried to go, but couldn’t.

“Stop tickling me, I can’t do it if you’re tickling me,” I squirmed.

She stopped and I tried again, as she kissed my neck.

“Just relax,” she said, seductively.

I let my mind wander and it finally started to trickle out of me. There was the familiar tinkling sound as my pee hit the water. I relaxed further and it started to hiss as my flow increased.

Lexa let out a moan of satisfaction as she looked between my legs.

“Mmmhhhhhh, there you go. Good girl, I knew you could do it,” she said, sounding like a school teacher.

She pushed my legs further apart for a better look.

“Wow, you really needed to go, didn’t you?”

My pee stream started to slow until the last of it dripped from my labia.

“All done?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied, feeling relieved and a little weird about the whole thing.

She reached over for the toilet paper, tore a few sheets off and wiped my pussy, gently, looking into my eyes and smiling.

“Good girl,” she said

“You really get off on this, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, watersports can be a lot of fun, but that’s not why I’m doing it.”

I looked puzzled.

“I need you to be able to relax certain muscles in your body. This is part of your training. You were able to relax your bladder muscles even while I kissed you. I’m going to need you to relax your anus, in pretty much the same way, so I can insert things into your ass.”

I nodded and must of looked worried.

“Its fine,” she continued, “your anus has two rings of muscles, an outer ring and an inner ring. The outer ring is the one you can twitch when you clench, but the inner one is more difficult to control. You need to be able to relax the inner one, in order to take a cock in the ass without it hurting. Do you understand?”

“I think so.”

“Good, turn round and sit backwards on the toilet so you’re facing the wall. Stick your ass over the edge of the seat.”

I did as I was told, kicking off my knickers and yoga pants from around my ankles.

She picked up the balloon and filled the sink kaçak bahis siteleri with warm water. She tested the temperature and then plunged the spout of the balloon under the water and squeezed the balloon. When she let go the balloon filled with water. She repeated this until it was full. She opened the tube of lube, applied some to the spout and then came over to me. Her fingers were covered in lube, which she applied to my anus, gently rubbing it in. The sensation made me flinch and a shiver went up my spine.

“There are thousands of nerve endings here,” she said, rubbing in the lube, “that’s why anal feels so good, once you get used to it.”

I nodded nervously over my shoulder.

“I’m going to put the spout inside you now. Relax your muscles , as though you are going to the toilet.”

I relaxed as much as I could, just like when I peed in front of her. I felt the spout touch my ass and moved away.

“Relax,” she said again.

“I’m trying,” I replied, regaining my composure, “OK. Try again.”

She pushed the spout against my slippery butt hole until I felt it slip inside a small way.

“That’s the outer ring,” she said, “stay relaxed, the inner one always feels a little tighter.”

She pushed further and I felt my anal muscles tighten and then yield as the spout entered my body.

“It’s inside you Becca. How does it feel? Are you alright?”

“Fuck, that feels weird,” I said, “Not painful, just unusual.”

“It’s never as bad as people think it is, as long as they relax. That’s the hard bit over. Stay relaxed I’m going to fill your ass with water.”

She squeezed the balloon and I felt the strangest sensation of my ass filling with warm liquid.

“Oh my god,” I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp.

“Feels nice doesn’t it?” she said, continuing to fill me.

“Strange,” I replied, “but nice too, yes.”

“Ooooh, I think she likes it,” giggled Lexa, “If you like this feeling, imagine how nice it feels when a guy cums in your ass? It’s incredible.”

“I bet,” I gasped.

“Almost done,” she said, giving the balloon a final squeeze, “stay relaxed, just like that, I’m going to pull it out.”

She started to slide the spout out and I felt my ass gripping it, not wanting to let it go.

“Relax,” she said, encouragingly.

I finally felt the spout leave my body and my asshole shrank back to keep the water inside me.

“Try and keep it in for a few minutes,” she said, “There’ll be an urge to expel it soon enough, turn back round on the toilet and let it out when you feel the urge.”

She gave me a loving pat on the ass, got up and put the balloon into the sink. I turned back round on the toilet so I was facing her. I could feel the liquid, trying to vacate my ass, but I clenched and held it in.

“Anal is a beautiful thing Becca with a very intense orgasm, if it’s done correctly, ” she said, continuing to educate me, “a guy ramming his cock up your ass isn’t the way to go. Once you’ve expelled that water, we’ll start and warm you up slowly. The anus won’t self-lubricate like your pussy does, so we’ll be using a lot of lube.”

She stood in the bathroom and took her top off and threw it on the towel rail. She was so attractive, standing there in a lace bra and grey yoga pants. She flicked her long hair back and smiled at me.

“I got a little hot,” she said.

I looked her up and down and gasped open mouthed. There was a huge dark grey wet patch in between her legs. She had got so turned on doing this to me, she’d soaked through her clothing.

“What’s wrong” she asked, looking down at her wet crotch.

“Ooops,” she giggled, “looks like a might have a got a little wet down there. Maybe I should have worn panties.”

“I don’t think panties would have soaked that up,” I said, aghast, “you’re absolutely drenched.”

“I told you I got off on it,” she said pulling her pants tight against her crotch, showing me her feminine bulge, “besides I bet you’ve got wet too.”

“Why don’t you come and find out?” I said, opening my legs and sitting back against the wall.

She shuffled over and pushed her hand down, touching my pussy. She spread my lips open with her fingers and slid one inside me.

“You’re fucking dripping wet, you dirty girl,” she sighed, “looks like I’m not the only one getting off on it.”

“Oh fuck,” I said, ” I think it’s time.”

I pushed her hand away and leant forward, squirting water out of my asshole.

Lexa burst out laughing and looked behind me at my ass fountain, squirting into the toilet.

“I told you, you’d feel the urge,” she laughed.

My ass continued to expel the water until I was empty. Lexa grabbed a wash cloth, wet it in the sink and passed it to me.

“Make sure you’re empty and nice and clean,” she said, “and then come into the bedroom.”

She walked into the other room as I washed my ass and pussy, giving a final push to expel any water that was left inside me.

I whipped my crop top off, checked myself in the mirror and followed Lexa into the bedroom.

She was kneeling upright on the bed with a tube of lube and two bullet vibes next to her.

“All clean and fresh?” she asked, looking at my naked body.