Escape from the Demonwood

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The stag was more magnificent than Jack had imagined. The sun was just beginning to set when the stag strode from the edge of the forest. Jack had seen its signs all season, the tracks of its hooves were larger than his hand, the tree rubs were deep as notches made by a sword, Jack had even seen a shed rack as large as a small tree inside the forest, but he dared not retrieve it. The stag moved out cautiously, one step at a time, as Jack watched and waited, another step, a bit more. Finally, Jack had his shot! He let loose his arrow and was sure it struck true. The stag turned and bolted. Jack ran to the edge of the forest, but there he paused.There were many tales about The Demonwood. Most commonly it was said that demons dwelt within. Some said a sorceress or hag dwelt there who would lure trespassers to their doom or ensnare the hearts of men and make them slaves. Others told tales of trolls or goblins, there were even those that said it was home to elves and fairies.The wood certainly had a fey look about it. The trees were ancient and packed so tightly together that a gloom of twilight seemed to hang over the place even at midday.  Mists seemed to creep from the place like groping fingers. There were the usual sounds of birds and the chittering of animals, perhaps even the sound of a distant waterfall. The forest had a mossy, mouldy, ancient smell to it. There may have been a slight scent of carrion as well, perhaps a dead animal lay nearby.Jack was about to turn away when something caught his eye. A drop of blood. His arrow had struck true! Looking further he saw a blood trail. The trail led into what seemed to be a tunnel opening into the ancient grove. Jack overcame his fear and followed it. Fairies be damned! He was not going to let a children’s tale frighten him out of his prize.Jack entered the forest, and at first, the trail was easy to follow, but as the roots of the trees grew together and over each other, the blood became harder to track. He ran as fast as he could until he was out of breath, but the stag had vanished out of sight ahead of him. The light was fading quickly inside the forest. Jack turned back to be sure he could find his path out again. He had come farther than he thought. The opening of the tunnel ısparta escort appeared small and distant from this deep in the forest. Jack thought he saw a shadowed silhouette pass in front of the opening. It seemed man-shaped but larger than any man, and it seemed to have something like ram’s horns on its head, or perhaps it wore a horned helm. His heart began to pound from fear and he felt a chill run up his spine. Jack looked ahead and beheld the form of the stag in the distance shining with a red glow as twilight came to an end. He chased after it deeper into the forest with many a furtive glance behind him, but the man or beast he had seen earlier did not reappear, and the stag led him deeper and deeper into the forest, until it turned off and disappeared into the underbrush. He tried to follow it.The sound of tumbling water grew louder as Jack came upon a ridge. Far below him was a pool surrounded by mossy shores. It was night now but shafts of moonlight penetrated the forest canopy in places. A stream tumbled down from a high place to spill into the pool and he could smell the refreshing scent of the pure water.Suddenly Jack beheld a strange sight in the pool. A female form rose from the water, her skin glowed like the moon in the darkness, and drops of water clung to her skin and glistened in the moonlight like dewdrops clinging to a flower on a midsummer’s eve. Her form was lithe and supple, yet shapely and seductive, her movement a grace to behold, her breast the most perfect cup, tipped by the most precious rosebud of a nipple, her ear was strangely long and drew to a point at its tip. Jack drew his breath and realized that he had stumbled upon an elf maiden taking an evening dip. He crouched to the ground and watched her as she bathed. After a time he heard a sound of singing and deemed it came from the elf maiden, but a strange song it was indeed. He did not recognize any words and the sound rose in pitch and volume until it seemed less like a song and more like the sound a woman might make in the ecstasy of coitus. It clouded his mind and he felt a strange lust for the elf maiden come over him.Suddenly Jack was startled by the noise of something breaking through hakkari escort the underbrush. When he turned to look, he saw the stag had come onto the ridge. Small black figures seemed to be swarming over its body and tearing at its flesh. The beast stumbled down the steep ridge making a sound like a dying bugler. It fell with a loud splash into the pool. Jack watched as the creatures devoured the beast, some devouring the eyes, some delving into the carcass to rip it apart and gnaw the organs within. In minutes the stag was stripped to the bone and a dark circle of blood spread into the pure water of the pool.The elf maiden had turned to watch the gruesome scene so that Jack could now see her face full on. He beheld a dark and hideous disfigurement that stretched from her head to her lower body as far as he could see. It startled him so much that he must have cried out, for she turned and found his hiding place with her eyes, her ears alert and upright. She locked her gaze upon him. The creatures on the stag had paused their frenzied feeding to gaze up at him as well, and their eyes shone like pale orbs in the moonlight, their ears flattening along their heads. Jack felt a swoon come over him as he stared at the maiden, and he fell and tumbled down the steep ridge to the bank of the pool. He lay senseless.+++++When Jack opened his eyes it seemed to be daytime though it was a dark, dismal, rainy day. He must have slept through the night. He had a dark recollection, like a dark dream, of being carried by clawed hands while shadowy giants strode as sentries on either side. He appeared to be in a cottage, though when he looked about he saw that some of the walls of the cottage seemed to be the trunks of living trees. A fire was burning on a hearth and he could smell the scents of wood, herbs, and flowers; cedar, balsam, basil, sage, lavender, wintergreen, and many others that he did not know. Bunches of herbs were hung from the ceiling by strings. A copper kettle and a pot with a spout were hanging in the fire.Jack lay on a bed of living moss, the large pillow seemed to be down, the sheets were of some type of silk and very smooth. He glanced beneath the coverings and realized bingöl escort that he lay naked in the bed. His clothing and gear were gone. Jack began to call out for help and after a while, he thought he heard an answer.“Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, tilly to tum, fa-la-la, fa-la-la, filly fo fum,” sang a voice.The song seemed to be coming from all around Jack. Suddenly the slight form of the elf maiden that he had seen before came dancing and leaping into the cottage carrying an armful of vegetables. At first, she seemed to take no notice of Jack as she picked up a large elaborately decorated knife and began chopping up the vegetables and tossing them into the pot. The nonsense words continued for a while and then the song began to make more sense in a way.“Demon sires, guardians grow,Chopping heads off to and fro,Chop their heads off one by one,Let them swelter in the sun,Chop their heads off two by two,Put their eyeballs in the stew.”And with a chop, chop, and a plop, plop, she plopped a pair of onions into the boiling pot. She then turned her attention to Jack and approached him pointing the blade towards him.“Does it live?” she asked. “Can it speak?”Jack eyed the knife suspiciously and decided he had better proceed cautiously considering his position.“I am alive,” Jack said. “I can speak. I don’t know how I came here, and I don’t know where my things are.”“It fall,” she said dismissively. “Konk its noggin. Children carry it here.”Did she mean her children? Jack did not remember hitting his head, but it certainly hurt now, and he could feel a large lump on the back of his skull. He thought it was strange that he should have hit the back of his head when tumbling forward.“Well, thank you, I suppose,” Jack said. “My name is Jack. I don’t know your name. Could I have my clothes and gear back, please? Then I will take my leave.”Jack began to get up but the elf brought the knife blade to his chest and he decided to lay back down.“El-Filla,” she said. “El-Filla is decide what is to do with it. El-Filla is warden of woods. Queen Merlina is sovereign. How is Jack come into forest?”Jack explained how he had been hunting and pursued the stag into the woods. He left out the part about the helmed creature he saw.“None hunt Lady’s wood without leave,” El-Filla said. “Lady’s Law say Jack forfeits its life when it shoots the stag.”“I did not know this law. I come from the south. It is true that I shot the stag but it was not in the forest at the time. And it was the creatures of the forest that slew the beast. What were those things that swarmed the stag in the pool?”

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The door slammed firmly shut and Clara let out a long sigh. She was all alone now, the house empty and quiet and devoid of people until the following day. She couldn’t lie to herself, she was feeling lonely already and her children hadn’t even set off in the car yet. Clara had dreaded this part of Christmas Day for a while now. Her two children were always going off to spend the evening with their father, her ex-husband William. She had had them all day and it was only fair. Her brother, his wife, and their two children had gone home to bed – their two were toddlers and couldn’t be expected to keep them up into the evening and so they had gone home taking Clara’s elderly parents home at the same time. A long day all around and everyone needed their bed it seemed, despite the evening not having started.Christmas Dinner did that to a lot of people. Clara wandered back into her kitchen and stared around wondering what to do with her evening. There wasn’t any tidying to do, her brother Simon had insisted on washing up and cleaning everything down before he went so that was one job done. ‘‘Just relax,’ he kept on saying. ‘Spend some time for yourself.’Her sister-in-law, Catherine, had agreed and had bestowed her with the usual bath bomb shit, face masks, and everything for a home pampering session you could think of and Clara had to admit – the idea was a good one. She was used to spending time alone since her divorce, and since her ex had become weekend Dad, but there was always stuff to do that she hadn’t noticed the boredom until now. She contemplated getting in touch with friends, but they were all with their own families – she knew no one single and alone.’Only one thing for it then Clara,’ she said out loud to herself. She grabbed a bottle of wine out the fridge and poured herself a large glass, scratching at her fancy dark blue Christmas Day dress in the process. She wore her dress modestly, it covered well past her knee and she’d worn a fancy tank-top underneath to make sure her cleavage wasn’t on display. Nobody to show her cleavage off too. If she was on a date it would be another story but that was a long time ago. She didn’t own the underwear for https://escortium.org that, nor the time and confidence for it. Her sex life with William had been perfunctory, he hadn’t liked anything fancy or well, seemingly anything.It’s why his affair had hurt. Really hurt.She ignored all feelings on that score and wandered through to her living room, with a plan to gorge herself on the chocolate that lay there and drink half a bottle of wine before hitting the bath bomb. She may even wear the nice pyjamas that one of her friends, Jackie, had given her. They were sexier than normal and were a result of a conversation where Clara remembered clearly saying that all she wanted for Christmas was a ‘good fuck,’ The type of fucking that ‘she had never had with William.’She blushed just remembering the conversation.Knock-Knock’ It wasn’t long before her solitude was disturbed by a smart tapping at her door. Clara opened it to reveal a good-looking man, dressed in a smart charcoal grey suit and a white shirt. He wore no tie and his hair was short and immaculate. He was tall, handsome, and had a spicy cologne smell that gave a pleasant aroma to Clara’s nostrils. His face had a slight stubble to it and, if she had to admit, was one hundred percent her type, even if he looked a few years younger than she did. ‘Hi there,’ the handsome stranger said with a piercing smile that showed off a row of pearly white teeth. His eyes were wide and genuine, deep brilliant blue eyes that she almost lost herself in. ‘Clara?’ He asked.‘Er yes,’ she said with a slight cough. ‘Who are you?’‘I’m your guardian angel, call me Gabe. May I come in?’Clara was taken aback by the answer but felt compelled to step aside and let him in. ‘My guardian angel? I find that hard to believe. Who really are you and why are you here?’‘I told you, I’m your guardian angel. I’ve come to fulfil your Christmas wish Clara.’‘My Christmas wish?’Gabe grinned. ‘You have spent too long on everyone else’s needs but your own Clara, I have come to help with that.’ His eyes ran her up and down and she felt a flutter inside. She caught the hidden meaning but still pressed the issue.‘Help with what?’ she asked.‘I just want to give you a fucking good Christmas,’ said Gabe with the emphasis on the word fucking. ‘I will do everything that your heart secretly desires.’Clara almost coughed and went over to where her wine was. She quickly downed an entire glass, her hands trembled. ‘And I’m supposed to fuck a random stranger that turns up out the blue claiming to be my angel?’ ‘Well I’m not that much of a stranger,’ Gabe said.God Jackie would be all over me to do this, Clara thought as she chewed her lip. Gabe sat, uninvited, on her sofa. ‘Let me show you that I’m your angel,’ he said softly. He clicked his fingers and the wine bottle was replaced by champagne and two glasses. Clara’s eyes almost popped out of her head and gazed straight at him. He clicked his finger again.‘How did-?’ Clara was about to speak but she followed Gabe’s eyes as he looked towards her chest. She looked down. She still wore the same dress as before but the tank top had gone underneath, her cleavage almost popped out. She reached her hand and felt the tell-tale sign of a bra that had magically appeared. She felt uneasy now and clenched her cheeks. That gave her pause for thought even more as her panties felt different. ‘Excuse me a second,’ she said to Gabe and popped out of the room. Clara lifted her skirt dress up and her suspicions were proven right. Gone were the big black panties that she had worn all day, comfy and practical. Now she had on a pair of silky navy blue panties that were smaller and flirtier and was essentially a large bow over her backside. She quickly pulled the top of her dress down and yes, her bra matched.‘What the fuck?’ she said as she walked back into her living room. Gabe sat on her couch still, a friendly and comforting smile on his face. His eyes scanned her body again and it sent a flutter around her. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but the wine from earlier was suggesting that she went along with it.  ‘I told you, I am your guardian angel,’ he said. ‘I want to keep you company tonight Clara and to please you.’‘How did you change my clothes like that?’‘Magic of course. I know you’ve always wanted to have drinks in a gorgeous dress, whilst wearing lingerie underneath like that, before having a good fuck. You have always wanted to, but William wasn’t into it was he?’Clara blushed. Everything he said was true.‘So what happens next then is….?’ She left the question hanging in the air.‘We are going to sip the champagne for a while, whilst we start to kiss on the couch. Then you’re going to show me to your room and get on your knees and suck my cock.’‘How did you know that that was part of my fantasy?’‘I know all your innermost desires, my dear. I know you long to be covered in cum. Oh, my dear, your wish will be my command and how I will gladly assist you. I just want it to be said and known Clara, you are one sexy lady.’Clara had no response but to look embarrassed. That was her fantasy but William wasn’t the type that would do that, ever. Gabe poured her a drink and she took it gratefully. It felt warm as she drank it, a glow appearing throughout her body and she felt the rest of her inhibitions finally wash away. She was ready to fuck Gabe now, and fuck him good. They kissed firstly in her living warm. His tongue met hers and she could feel herself getting turned on. His breath was hot and she could taste the champagne on his breath. Her hands wandered and she found herself smiling to herself, one hand on his cock as they kissed. He was getting hard and she liked what she felt. Her new panties had started to dampen as he kissed her neck and cheek, nipping at her earlobe.‘Let’s go upstairs them Gabe,’ she whispered and he nodded.She led the way quietly. He had done his magic in her room already. Her huge winter duvet had disappeared off the bed, replaced by numerous sheets and blankets and arranged in such a way that just begged its occupants to climb on and fuck. Instead, Gabe sat on the edge of the bed and Clara got to her knees. Her hands were trembling with excitement as she undid the clasp on the stranger’s belt, undoing the trouser button and slowly unzipping the suit pants. Underneath he had a tight pair of black boxers on, which she could see his girthy hard cock trying to poke out. Clara excitedly pulled them both down in one go, Gabe’s cock sticking straight out and she immediately look it all in her mouth. Gabe moaned and Clara grinned to herself as she started to lick the shaft. 

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On Friday morning I found myself bending over inspecting my bottom. The marks from last night’s spanking had gone; I felt a strange sense of disappointment. However, I definitely wanted to experiment further. Judging by my husband’s reactions yesterday the same applied to him.The weekend and Monday passed normally. However, I found it difficult to sleep on Monday night with excitement mounting about what the following day would bring. I awoke Tuesday morning to hear my husband getting ready to go to work, he went downstairs and eventually closed the front door before driving away. I rushed downstairs and on the kitchen table, there was the expected note, in addition, there was a black paddle and a twelve-inch plastic ruler. The paddle looked a bit like a table tennis bat but was covered in black leather it had the lovely, and to my mind, erotic smell of leather. The ruler was just a standard office ruler, and I was not sure if it had been left there by accident. With trembling hands, I picked up the note and read.Judith, On Thursday you will report to my office at six o’clock. You will be wearing chocolate brown hold-up stockings and the knickers I bought for you last Christmas. Like last week I expect you to be wearing your exhibition shoes. You will wear nothing else.You will knock on the door and wait for me to invite you in, please bring the paddle and the ruler with you. I am going to put you over my knee and give you a thorough bottom spanking with my hand. Once your bottom has been spanked, I will use the paddle on your naked rear. You will try not to struggle and shout out during your punishment. Any undue noise or fuss will result in extra punishment. Any extras will be delivered altıparmak escort using the ruler. At the end of the spanking, you will thank me and then go straight to our bedroom. In the bedroom, you will place three pillows in the middle of the bed and lie face down over them. I will take my pleasure from you in this position.Whilst in my office you will refer to me as Sir. Do not be late on Thursday as this will result in extra punishment.The note was like last week’s and caused a similar reaction in my pussy. The knickers he referred to are a pair of baby blue French silk knickers that look good on me, they are impractical in real life, but they have had a starring role in my bedroom life. I took the paddle, ruler, and note back to bed. I laid on my stomach and spanked myself with the paddle, it made a lovely sound as it contacted my bottom, and it left quite a sting. Even in my excited state, I wondered how much it would hurt when used by my husband. I spanked myself a few more times imagining the scene on Thursday. I was by now really excited and retrieved my vibrator to finish the job off properly. What a way to start a Tuesday morning. Throughout the next couple of days, my mind kept returning to the forthcoming spanking. Fear and anticipation competed although I found myself excited by the prospect. There was a strange atmosphere in the house on Thursday with both of us waiting for the fireworks to begin with neither of us knowing what to say to each other. I signed off work a bit early and bathed in preparation for the evening. I took extra time to ensure I was completely shaved around my pussy. I görükle escort bayan wanted to avoid extras, I still remember the spanks to the tops of my thighs from the previous week. I took my time over my hair and makeup I was imagining myself going on a date, it was going to be a very strange date, but I would at least look good, certainly to start with anyway.I had bought some new holdups, chocolate brown as instructed. I rarely wear stockings outside of the bedroom but putting them on does always give me a thrill and tonight was no exception. I took the French knickers from my drawer; silk does have a very sensual feel to it. I pulled them on and put on my shoes and looked at myself in the mirror. It was a sexy remarkable sight here was a woman dressed for naughty sex. I turned and bent over and imagined what my poor bottom would shortly feel like. I seem to be spending a lot of time bending over and looking at my bottom in the mirror these days. Spankings do some funny things to you.I was ready, with nervousness I collected the paddle and ruler, and with a final check in the mirror set off to bare my bottom to my husband. It still felt weird walking semi-naked through the house, weird but in an exciting way.At exactly six o’clock I knocked on my husband’s study door. “Enter,” I heard.I opened the door and approached the desk. Butterflies flew around my stomach as I saw him sitting there. “What are you carrying?” I was asked.“It is the paddle and ruler you requested I bring.”“What are they going to be used for?”“To punish my bottom.”“I think you will find they are to punish your naughty bottom?”I looked down at the floor, took a gulp on a very dry throat, and replied, “Yes, Sir.”“I wish to inspect you, please stand straight and please keep still.”I stood, he walked around the desk to stand behind me. I could feel his eyes looking over me. He has always been a bottom man, and I could feel him staring at my bottom. I felt his hand cup my right buttock and he squeezed me gently. “What a perfect bottom for punishment, he whispered in my ear.”He reached around my waist and pushed his hand down the front of my knickers, and he cupped my pussy. “Lovely and smooth as requested, well done.” He then ran his finger along my groove and discovered my aroused state. “You are enjoying this aren’t you?”“Yes, sir, I like to please my Master.”“That is an interesting term, you may continue to call me Master in this office on spanking days.”The word was as much of a surprise to me as it was to him. I did not consciously choose that word it sort of picked itself. It sent another pulse into my pussy. “Time for your spanking I feel you are enjoying this rather too much.” With that, his hands left me, and he returned to his seat. “You know the position over my knee, bottom uppermost.”I did indeed know what was expected and took my position accordingly. He ran his hand over my now tightly stretched panties. “Right let’s begin with a hand spanking to warm you up for the rest of the evening.” With this, the first spank landed squarely on my right buttock followed very shortly by the same on my left. This was the start of the pattern he got into a rhythm first one buttock then the other. At first, I was able to cope with the spanking but gradually I had to start kicking my legs and started to cry out. The heat was building, and my bottom started to feel sore.Eventually, the spanking ended, and he returned to rubbing his hand over my knickers. “That is starting to feel nice and warm. Time for your knickers to come off. Please stand and remove your panties and hang them on the hook behind the door.”

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His wife stared at him as he struggled to keep his eyes open. The clicking of his keyboard and the tick of the clock was the only noise that could be heard. She sighed and stood up. Walking with purpose she pushed his seat away from his computer and straddled his lap. His eyes shot up to hers his dick growing against the fabric between them.“Darling you spend so many late hours here at the office. Why not get a secretary to help ease your burden?” He laid his hands on her hips and smiled at her.“And risk someone accusing me of sleeping with my secretary on these late nights?” She began moving her hips gently, listening to him struggle to speak. “Plus what would they think if they see you doing stuff like this bursa escort bayan in my office?” He groaned. She smirked and stood turning to bend over his desk. “Then hire a cute one and maybe they will join. No need for rumors if it’s true.” He chuckled standing up. She listened to his belt come undone and his pants hit the floor. “And if they won’t join?” He reached under her skirt tracing her stockings.“Then I guess they will just have to be careful when they enter your office after hours.” He ripped her stockings pushing her panties to the side. She sighed as he pressed his dick against her.“If you insist on having these görükle escort late nights I guess they will.” He slammed into her shaking the desk. She cried out as he thrust into her. “Go ahead you slut, hire me a secretary so I can turn you both into my sluts. Better yet, after we train the first one I’ll let you hire a second one.” He could feel her getting wet at the thought.“Y-yes sir anything for you,” she moaned. He picked her legs up, spreading them on his desk so he could get deeper. “Look at you, going crazy at the idea of my dick in another whore. You always did love watching me fuck other people. If you and the sluts you hire do good enough I may even let you hire us a boy to train.” “Yes! Please sir I’ll do my best!” He reached his hand around her and began to play with her clit. “What a good little slut.” He thrust into her listening to her desperate moans as she climaxed on his dick. “Good sluts will get rewards.” He pulled away and began putting his pants back on.“What about you?” She whimpered, staring longingly at him. He smirked at his wife. “Oh?” He mused as she looked at him through hooded eyes. “Very well then” he pushed her onto her knees and presented his cock to her mouth. Eagerly she took it sucking him into her throat. He began thrusting into her throat taking over the movements. Her cries and moans making him grow harder. Her eyes rolled back as he began to swell. Thrusting one last time he came down her throat. She gasped as he removed himself. “Thank you, sir,” she sputtered. As she stood he smirked. Grabbing her again. She let out an alarmed cry and he tore her panties letting the fabric fall away from her. 

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Tuesday, Rachael phoned and asked me around for dinner. When I got there, she was home alone, as Lynette was on night shift. I have to say I was quite relieved, and very happy to have Rachael to myself. We sat and talked about the three of us, and I soon realised that Rachael was now a great deal more serious and wanting a permanent relationship. She was okay about us having the odd session where we invited Lynette in with us, but she brought up the fact that Lynette wanted to bring Shane into our circle. She was absolutely against this, and freely admitted she was jealous.Now as I have said, I was pretty keen to entertain a threesome with Shane, she was a very attractive young lady. But I found I also had very strong feelings for Rachael, and was not going to mess that up. So I promised her I would not sleep with Shane, no matter what happened.I was in a hard place, as I really did feel some very strong emotions about Rachael and did not want to hurt her, or for our relationship to end. But my experience told me that this affair was very unlikely to last. I had about seven weeks to run on my contract in Gisborne and then was traveling back to Auckland, where I had a new contract for two years. Added to that, I was seventeen years older than Rachael and thought she needed to have experience with guys more her own age before she could make any sensible decision about our relationship.Also Rachael was locked into a Radiography internship and it had at least two years to run. She talked of breaking this and coming to live in Auckland. I realised I needed to work at cooling this, so she didn’t make some silly decision. Very difficult to decide how to do this though, when I had over the last few days, had such amazing sex. Upper brain was saying one thing but little brain had a lot more sway.At this point, I can start making up stories about our sex over the next three or four weeks. The fact is I can’t really remember much of the sex in those four weeks. The three of us did wind up in bed together most weekends at least once, but Rachael https://www.kusadasibest.com engineered our timetable so it was just the two of us, most of our time together.Our first threesome must have happened about the first week in October. I know I finished my contract and left Gisborne to travel back to Auckland on Sunday,12 December.Anyway, the whole point of this story was that I wanted to tell about the last weekend, so let’s just jump to that.After one of our threesomes, we lay about in the flat, talking.Lynette asked us what our favourite sexual experience had been to date, then quickly modified her question to; ‘or our favourite fantasy’. She obviously did this because of Rachael’s limited experience.I seem to remember that Lynette’s was about doing it in a lift in a very tall building.I said my biggest fantasy was to have it in an Airplane and get in the mile high club.Rachael was very hard to get to open up about anything. She just couldn’t think of anything to tell. After a lot of prodding and suggestions from Lynette and me, she said she did remember getting very horny once.She was about sixteen and had gone to try on a new bra with her mother. They had travelled into Hamilton City and gone to a department store. Her mother was pulling out boring old stuff and the sales girl interjected, told her mother to go and have a coffee and that she would give Rachael a sizing and fit her with something appropriate for a girl of her age.Rachael was surprised that her mother accepted this and left her to the sales girl, I say girl, because Rachael said she was only two or three years older than herself.Once they were on their own, the sales girl shifted to a different area and selected three very nice bra and knickers sets. She then took Rachael over to the fitting rooms and told her to strip off and to call her in when she had one of the sets on.Rachael was mortified at the thought of stripping naked in the changing room and felt even more concerned about calling the sales girl in with her, only being dressed in bra and knickers. But she felt she had to go along with it, as it was much better than having her mother involved.She said that once she was naked, she heard a couple of guys talking in the booth next to hers and she suddenly found herself going wet between her legs and got goose bumps. It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.The excitement was heightened when the sales girl came back and checked the sizing, and as the bra was too tight. The girl got her to take off the bra, took the other two bras and went out to get larger sizes.This left Rachael in the booth, wearing only a pair of very sexy lace knickers for about ten minutes, because the sales girl got distracted by another customer.She told us she almost had an orgasm in there while she waited as there were women and men walking past, with only a thin curtain hiding her.Over her shoulder, Lynette winked at me and mouthed, “We are going to get her into a changing booth.”Well, the final week of my term in Gisborne was upon me. I was to leave early on the Sunday for the drive to Auckland.Lynette arranged for the three of us to have dinner downtown on Friday night and informed me she had spent some time checking out all the shops with changing rooms. The best she had found was the Farmers Store, which is a large department store much like Walmart, only much, much smaller. She said it was the only changing room she had found that had a door, and the end one of the four changing rooms was actually quite large.We all met up for dinner at a restaurant we frequented, and after dinner I told Rachael I was going to buy her some sexy lingerie as a going away present. So we all walked from the restaurant down to Farmers and looked through the lingerie section. Lynette found several items that shocked Rachael, and with cries of, “I can’t wear that,” we headed for the changing rooms.There were not that many people in the store and the rooms were all empty and so we chose the end room, locked the door and proceeded to strip Rachael of all her clothes. She objected throughout, but was getting excited. We got her to try on lots of very sexy items, both Lynette and I taking every opportunity to feel her up and caress her boobs.Just when she was starting to willingly let us have our way, and she was getting very flushed and turned on, Lynette bundled up all her clothes and the items of lingerie into the bag she had, and we left her naked in the changing room, telling her we were going to get some more items for her to try on.The look of panic as we opened the door and left was priceless. I think she finally realised what we were up to.I followed Lynette around the store as she gathered more items. We took our time and waited until several women and men had entered and left the changing rooms, then returned. We had to knock on the door as it was locked. Rachael let us in, letting us know we were both a pack of bastards for doing this to her. But I also noted there were juices flowing down her legs and she was very flushed and short of breath.I took her in my arms to console her. Lynette moved behind me and started removing my clothes. Rachael got the message and quickly joined in, unzipping my jeans and pushing them down my legs. I spun around and unbuttoned Lynette’s blouse; she put up no resistance at all. Once Rachael had my Jeans and boxers off, she joined me in stripping Lynette.Once we were all naked, I spun Rachael around, hooked an arm around her hips and pushing her shoulders, bent her forward. I bent my knees, and in one thrust took her from behind.  Lynette slipped onto the seat in front of us under Rachael, grabbed her tits, bouncing them in her hands, and tweaked her nipples.I reached down with both hands and placed one under each thigh, just below where her legs met her butt, then opening her legs wide I stood up, lifting Rachael up off her feet.She fell forward onto Lynette, but then placing her hands on the mirror, she walked herself upright. This presented her fanny right in front of Lynette’s face, and she took full advantage of this and leaning forward, she attacked Rachael’s cunt with her mouth. She also had a few nibbles and licks of my shaft as it was slipping in and out past her mouth.

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With a hard tug, the nut loosened at the exact moment the wrench slipped and his knuckles smacked into the bracket. “Damn!” was the only word to escape his mouth,and that was even under his breath. As Kyle surveyed the work ahead, he knew the likelihood was many more “damns” would be sneaking out. It wasn’t his way to be foul of temper and rarely to use a curse but changing a water heater brought out his dark side. Building owner/manager was not exactly the job the thirty-eight-year-old had envisioned while in school; fireman, doctor, chef – any of these would be preferred. But Kyle had this, twelve apartment units, the total of his inheritance when his parents had passed recently. He rented out eleven of the units and lived in the last, 3A, it was small at ninety-three square meters, but it was enough. After all, it was just him. He had tried women, or rather they had tried him, and he enjoyed a steady and regular dating life with the occasional sleepover but nothing ever serious enough to merit much thought. So, maybe I am just a loner? he thought.The money made from the rent was substantial and enough to live on, yet he still moonlighted at the pub tending bar three nights a week. The tips were great, but if he was honest, it was mainly about the social life it gave him and the ‘friends’ that visited with him while they drank away their sorrows.It was funny how even when his mind slipped out of gear, his hands still went through the steps, and as he came back to full attention, he was ready to pull the old water heater out and bring in the new. Even ’empty’, the tank was still quite heavy from the sediment build-up, so putting a towel under it, he spun it out of the unit onto the porch, thankful the floors were wood and not carpet. The hard part would be getting it the two floors down where the dumpster waited. But that was later, now the new one needed to go in so the Davies would have hot water by the time they arrived home from work. They were great tenants, and he didn’t want them dissatisfied in the least.About thirty minutes later, he had attached and turned on the gas and watched with delight as the pilot light popped on and stayed up. As he raised the temp, the unit lit with a ‘whump’ and began heating the water within. Yep, the Davies would be happy, and he thought, maybe even get one of her famous cheesecakes as a thank you. Regardless, they paid him each month, and his job was to keep them comfortable. After tidying up his mess, including wiping down the handles, he locked the door behind him and texted Mr. Davies the job was done. “Wonderful! Thank you,” was the reply he got within moments. Now all that was left was to wrestle this old piece of junk to the dumpster and be finished for the day.With the job concluded, Kyle headed to his flat for that well-earned shower before his shift at the pub. As he entered his place, he could hear Ms. Evans in 3B. They shared a wall, and as usual, her music was so loud he could ‘enjoy’ it as well. Today it was ‘Back in Black’. At least, that was a good album. She was quite the wild woman, particularly for fifty-six years of age. He had always thought that meant you were a grandma, but not Ms. Evans. He knew very little of her except she was a recent divorcee, owned a Harley, and dressed at least thirty years less her age.Honestly, if it weren’t for the silver hair and the age listed on her background check, he would have no clue she was past forty. He actually had no idea if she even had grandchildren.He texted her, “Nice music choice, quite energizing.” Not waiting for a reply, he headed for the shower. Letting the water dump over him was so relaxing; probably good he was single; he always used all the hot water when he showered. After toweling off and applying lotion to his body and face, he headed to the bedroom to change for work. Checking his phone, he could see Ms. Evans had texted back.It was a picture of her in the middle of the living room, furniture draped, walls half painted, and the words, “Sorry if it was too loud, I need the energy to finish. Do you like it?”He knew she meant the paint on the walls, but whether she realized it or not, her outfit was what drew his attention. Just a pair of overalls, bare skin below that, and the angle she had taken the selfie from arm outstretched to her side, the gap was showing a side profile of a mostly pert breast. So yes, honestly, he very much liked it, but he was a gentleman, so he merely responded, “The walls look lovely. What color did you decide to go with?”“It’s champagne; I have a pair of knickers this color I really adore, so I took them into the salesman to match.” He was surprised, to say the least! “Ha-ha…” was her reply moments later and then, “Glad you like the color.”“Well, I am headed to the pub for work, so don’t worry about being noisy until the quiet time at 11 p.m. I will be home about 2 a.m., so I will try not to wake you. You are probably knackered.” he replied.“Have a good night at work; talk to you later,” she responded. And with that, the music went a bit higher, and he decided he https://escortium.org better go.Work wasn’t bad, and the tips had been great. One customer, a dark-haired younger woman, was a bit down and talked with him a ton, flirting a little. They had even exchanged numbers, but she had avoided his advances, so maybe he struck out? He wasn’t sure, but he did know he was now horny and heading home alone, he supposed a bit of porn and some more lotion would have to do for tonight.As Kyle came up the stairs to his place, he noted Ms. Evans still had a light on, and he looked at his watch.2:30 in the morning, she is up late, he noted. Still being quiet, he unlocked his place and stepped into the cool darkness. Locking the door behind him, he slipped off his shoes and padded into the kitchen for some water. As he took his first drink, he heard a low whine.Was it the pipes? he wondered. Ears perked up; he tried to trace the sound in the wall, there it was again. He pressed his ear to the wall at that spot and within moments knew it wasn’t the pipes. He could hear more now, and it was obviously coming from Ms. Evans’ apartment. She must be in the kitchen.What is she doing? he thought and held his breath as he listened more. A guttural cry, slightly primal, was next, and he swore he heard, “Kyle”. Listening more carefully he could tell she was panting and mewling heavily, suddenly quite loudly she shouted, “Oh God, fuck me, Kyle!” Shortly after, he could tell she was having an orgasm. While thinking of me? he wondered. She was thinking of me and got off?That was all it took for his body, the sounds she had made and the night he had endured, his cock grew hard in his jeans. He went and fetched the lotion and took care of business right near the kitchen wall even daring to call out “Emily” as he came. He wondered and hoped maybe she had heard; my-oh-my he was feeling randy tonight.Need satiated, he cleaned up, had a final wee and went to bed. ~~~~~Waking the next morning a little before 9, he was instantly aware he was hungry. As he got up and headed to the kitchen for coffee and toast, he absently checked his phone. There on the screen, he saw “Emily Evans” had sent him a message about an hour ago. Shit! Was she mad at me? Had she heard? he thought. Followed by, I really need to stop swearing.Opening it, he saw she had texted, “My sink in the kitchen seems clogged, any chance you could get to that today? I will be gone most of the day, but you are welcome to let yourself in and fix it. Just let me know when you are going in and when you leave, please.”Phew, at least she wasn’t upset or didn’t express it if she was. He texted back, “Sure thing, I am heading to the gym and then after that I can get to it, about 11:00 a.m. I think.”As he made his toast and enjoyed his coffee, the ding of his phone told him another message had arrived. It was from Ms. Evans, “That’s great, thank you! Enjoy the gym, must be why you are in such great shape.”He had to admit, that was one thing he loved about older women, they just said it how it was, good and bad, and they weren’t worried about pretenses. The gym was just what he needed to take the edge of stress off him. So, changing, he put in his ear buds, dialed up his workout track and jogged to the gym as his warmup. After hitting the weights for ninety minutes, he jogged back home and debated showering before working on the pipes in Ms. Evans’ place. He decided not to as it should take moments to clear her pipe.After shooting her a text, he unlocked her door and stepped in, the smell of fresh paint nearly bowling him over. He had to admit the champagne color did look great in the living area. Entering the kitchen, he bent to open the cabinet under the sink to expose the pipes and froze solid. There, hanging on the pipe, was a pair of champagne-coloredknickers. As he removed them and held them in the light, he noted the silky texture of the bum part; the front was sheer with a lace pattern across it. Without thinking, he brought them to his nose and was rewarded with the smell of woman. She had worn these, was this accidental that he found them in the very spot she had asked him to look? Maybe she had thrown them there early this morning as she was “playing” and forgot to get them? Or had she heard him and chosen to reward him or seduce him in some way?She’s too old for me and besides, as a tenant I, shouldn’t get involved with her, he thought, snapping back to reality. Plus, she may not even be interested in me so why mess up the friendship we have?He placed the knickers aside and set about clearing the pipes, they weren’t bad he noticed but had probably slowed up a bit. Leaving her knickers on the table he showed himself out and texted her he was finished. “Fabulous, thank you, I owe you dinner when I finish painting my apartment.” she responded.“That’s not necessary it’s all part of the job,” he said back.“We will talk about that another time.” was her quick response. “See you tonight?”“No, I am working at the pub again, be home after 2.” His reply“Okay be safe, thanks again.”Should he have mentioned the knickers? He didn’t think so; after all, he had laid them on the table, so if she was embarrassed, she could come to him about it.After eating supper, he showered and after dressing for work he headed out.~~~~~A few hours later, his shift quite lackluster, he was polishing the bar when the door announced a new arrival. Looking up to greet the new arrival, his breath caught in his throat: there was Ms. Evans. Wow, she looked amazing; her black dress clung to her body, stopping just above the knee, her bare legs continuing into a black pair of heels. As she looked up at him, she pulled her shoulder-length silver hair back and flashed him a cute smile, her eyes intent on him.“Hello and welcome,” he finally managed. Taking the stool directly in front of him, she sat and looked up slightly at his 6’ 2” frame. Looking him in the eye, she said, “Vodka twist, please,” the smile, smirk rather, not leaving her face.“Coming right up!” he announced all business and set about making her order with all tricks and flourishes that he knew.As he set the drink before her and took her in fully for the first time. He noticed something. This close, even in the low light, he could now tell the top of the dress was sheer fabric in layered bunches. So, peering a bit closer, he could see there was no bra, and her delightful C cup was there on display. Set against the alabaster of her skin were rouge nipples that he watched stiffening under his gaze. God, she is hot! he thought. She brought her hand up slightly from the bar to direct his attention back to her face and said, “Hello Kyle, thank you for the drink.” A sip later, she handed over her card to pay and he waved her off. “It’s on me,” he said. “You have earned it, all that hard work at the apartment. The paint choice looks amazing, by the way.”“That’s one reason that I am here tonight, you left something in the apartment, and I wanted to get it back to you,” she informed him.“I did? I am so sorry; I even looked a second time to make sure I had all my gear. Sorry you had to come all this way to return it. What was it?” he said with heat building in his face due to embarrassment. With a final sip on her drink, she reached into her clutch and set a small white box on the counter. “These were for you, and you left them on the table. I suppose you weren’t sure, so I came to give them to you personally.” As she spoke, that devilish grin of hers grew. With a wink, she stood and finished with, “I have to get home, long day tomorrow, enjoy the rest of your shift.”After watching her hips sway their way out the door, he considered the box on the counter in front of him. Looking around the bar, he had only two customers at this late hour, and they were good with their half-empty glasses and in their own world of drink-filled stupor. He slid the box back towards him and dropped it just below the bar. He opened it to reveal, nestled inside, was the pair of champagne panties. Along with them was a post-it that read, “You forgot my gift, don’t make that mistake again. I thought these might come in handy next time you are in your kitchen. – Emily”What in the world? She had heard him last night. Clearly, he hadn’t exactly tried to keep his voice down, but still, she heard. And she was teasing him, wanting him to do it again, and this time to use her panties. He was not used to the confidence this woman possessed. It was delightful. She was delightful. He thought about the dress she had rocked tonight and with those cherry areolas that were nestled in it, and he felt his body start to respond. Those shiny freshly shaved legs of hers that the high heels had made even better with her calves popped and butt lifted. His jeans were getting very tight. Glancing at his two customers, then at the clock, 1:15 a.m., he decided he should wait a bit to see if they left so he could close up and go home to use the panties. Still, thoughts of her swirled in his mind, her full lips dyed that same cherry red as her nipples, the coy look in her eye, the suggestion of sex; it was all too much for him. Looking at the two customers again and at the clock now reading 1:22 a.m., he decided he couldn’t wait. The customers were both in booths toward the back of the bar, at a bad angle to the bar, they wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing.Decision made, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his very stiff cock and, glancing at his customers again, he saw they were still lost in their world. Some pre-cum had leaked already, so swirling that on the tip, he then slid his hand down his shaft. His hands were a bit rough so he looked for his lotion bottle but couldn’t quickly find it. So next thought, the knickers she had left him had that silky bottom, which would do the trick. Taking them in his hand, he grasped his length again and slid smoothly down to his balls.Yes, these will do nicely, he thought. Then back to images of her in that dress, he began stroking, looking back occasionally to see if his customers needed him. He could feel that tingle in his balls announcing the arrival quite soon of his explosion, so with a couple of twisting pulls, he then brought the panties to the top and emptied his cum into them, biting his lip so he wouldn’t cry out.Pulling the panties into a wad with his mess in the middle, he stuffed them into his pocket, tucked himself back in, buttoned up his jeans and looked to the back of the bar, “Last call,”, he croaked, his voice tight. Both customers were good and decided to call it a night. After they had walked out, he locked the door and counted the till, ready to go home and sleep. Before he left, he checked his phone and found a message from Ms. Evans.“Lovely to see you tonight, I have a feeling you used my knickers already. If you would like a fresh pair, let me know I can trade you for the black pair I had on tonight.” The message had come in only 10 minutes ago.How did she know? he wondered. Was she just hopeful or had she watched?Looking at the window of the bar he could tell since he was at the end of it to hide from the customers at the back that perhaps you could see him from the street.Still not thinking it was a smart idea, he sent, “I did use them I am embarrassed to say, how did you know?”Three dots told him a message was coming and then there he was on the screen, a picture of him through the glass, the panties visible at his crotch. They were at the top of his shaft so you could see about an inch of him before the jean flap covered the rest. Next, “I enjoyed watching you…”He replied with shaky fingers, “Um, I am so embarrassed you saw that”“Don’t be”, came back quickly, “you have nothing to be ashamed of, that was hot to watch.”Throwing caution to the wind, he sent back, “Leaving now should I stop by for a visit?”“I am knackered, maybe not tonight. But let yourself in with your key, I will leave my black panties by the door to swap out with the used ones, so I can clean those up. Not as much material since they are a thong, but I think you will enjoy them anyway.” The wink emoji at the end reminded him she was always playful.With his heart racing, he headed for home, thoughts of her continuing to cloud his mind. When he unlocked her door quietly, he did indeed find the black thong on the arm of the chair. Pulling out the crumpled mass of her cum-filled panties from his pocket, he set that mess on the hardwood floor so the chair wouldn’t get stained by his load. Locking up her door he whispered to it, “Sleep well, Ms. Evans, I know I will.”~~~~~About nine the next morning, he woke and rolled to look at what Ms. Evans had sent him today. Strangely, there was no message from her. So, he sent, “Grabbed the black thong last night, thanks again.” After he sent it, he went about the morning routine of preparing for the gym and eating breakfast.After his workout, he still hadn’t heard from Ms. Evans. Had he done something wrong? Was she having second thoughts? Not sure what was up he thought he better not text again until he heard from her.No work tonight, so he set about catching up on some apartment basics and repaired a damaged screen on 1C. It seemed he checked his phone every five minutes, but nothing came through all day. He even turned it off and back on to see if it had a problem, yet still nothing. Why had 3B suddenly disappeared from his social life?As he came back up to his place, he heard music from Ms. Evans’ place, so he went to knock and just before he did, he heard a male voice through the door. Quickly, he pulled back his hand and went into his own place, carefully closing and locking the door behind him, he slid down to the floor. Why does this always happen to me, he wondered, every time I allow myself to be caught up with a woman, I learn she is unavailable.The male voice stayed late that night and Kyle noted with shame and disgust that no one left apartment 3B. She was having a sleep over. Why had she teased him so? Why visit him at the bar and swap him panties, what kind of game was she playing? Exhausted from the day and the drama, he went to bed to sleep fitfully.The next few days, he was in a mood about the building, Ms. Evans continued to entertain her male guest and ignore his earlier text messages. He threw her black thong in the trash and swore off women for the moment.Friday night came and it was his shift at the bar, still no word from Ms. Evans; she apparently had dropped him like a hot rock. There was one cute girl at the bar that night, but she refused to even smile at him, so he decided it was a good thing he had sworn off women or this would have made the matter worse.A ding brought his head up to the door and there was Ms. Evans with her male friend. God, he was young, so young, maybe twenty-five at the most. No wonder she had dropped Kyle. They stepped, in arm and arm, laughing and touching each other’s shoulder. Why had she brought him here? Did she want to rub my nose in it, remind me I wasn’t good enough?She boldly stepped up to the bar in front of him, her white silky dress flowing and her shawl falling from one shoulder. Her hair was up, and it brought attention to her elegant neck and piercing green eyes. With a smile, she said, “Kyle, two vodka shots for my son, Mark, and I, please.”

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My grandmother, who raised me, went through a lot in her long life. There was the Spanish Civil war, the World war and various personal crises that are the hallmark of most lives. Illness. Bereavement. Poverty.And when I was growing up, she’d often say to me things like, “Men plan and God laughs, Andrea,” and, “You never know what’s around the corner.” and “Never, ever say never.”Because she had led an unpredictable life, she wanted to prepare me and make sure I was ready for anything.I first heard the expression “The mile-high club” at a teenage slumber party. I had a good giggle about it with my friends.“You mean people do it…on a plane?!” my best friend at school, Laia, said incredulously. We all thought it was tremendously funny. But privately, I thought to myself”What kind of person would do such a thing? Sex is supposed to be loving and romantic. They could at least wait until they got to the ground.”It sounded dirty and ill-mannered to my young, naïve self. I was still very much a virgin at the time, but I was going to look for a boyfriend or two, and enjoy the moment. Be a good, normal girl next door type. I wouldn’t be the slut who did it on the plane.But you should never say never.So, I grew up, had my first boyfriend, and we lost our virginity together. Went to college, where I went with a few guys. Three, if you’re wondering. Not exactly a cricket score. Nothing out of the ordinary.One day, when we were twenty-one, Laia and I decided to take a long weekend break in Croatia. We’d heard Dubrovnik was lovely, and a band we both liked was playing there. Initially, we planned to take the train but, when we saw the cost of the tickets, we thought better of it. Flying would cost half the price. So, Ryanair took our money.“Promise me you won’t take anything,” My dad said.He meant drugs, of course. I kept that promise, at least. If he meant don’t take anything, he was to be disappointed. We snapped selfies in the departure lounge. I am six foot tall, and Laia is five foot nine. I wear my brown hair just longer than my shoulders, and typically it is in layers. I have blue eyes and some freckles around my nose and my teeth are a bit goofy because I turned down braces as a kid. Laia also has blue eyes but darker skin, as her parents were Colombians who had emigrated to Spain. Her hair is naturally blonde, but she had dyed it a sort of orange-ginger colour with streaks of pink.Laia and I had a glass of wine in the departure lounge. That https://escortium.org was where we first spotted Xavi. He was tall and wearing a seriously sharp suit. He had glasses and silky, well-groomed black hair. It was possible he was going to the same concert as us, although he wasn’t dressed for it.“Hope he’s next to us!” said Laia with a giggle.“Go and talk to him.”“No, you go and talk to him.”And so, the conversation went on, but we never made a move before we’d boarded the plane.Laia was in seat 22A, and I was in 22B. And who was in the aisle seat? You couldn’t make it up.Nobody.But Xavi was in 21A, the seat in front of Laia.About half an hour into the flight, we were chatting and gossiping. Xavi turned around.Smiling warmly, he said, “Hello.”“Hello!”He had the most gorgeous voice imaginable. Deep and sonorous, like James Earl Jones or H.G Tudor, but in Spanish.“You know, I hate the window seat. Would you mind if I moved to that empty seat on the aisle there?”“No, please! Join us!”Xavi squeezed past the people in his row, and sat down next to us, and introduced himself.“Now ladies, I’m parched. I’m going to order a glass of wine. Will you join me?”We readily accepted.Xavi, it turned out, was just the smoothest motherfucker you ever did meet. He paid equal attention to both of us. He made us laugh. He was interesting and vivacious. And he kept the wine coming and soon he was sitting between us, and I was on the aisle.I’m a little embarrassed to say it because it is not a feminist thing to say, but Laia and I were putty in his hands. We were tipsy and young and horny as hell for this guy.Which is why we agreed when he said,“Ladies, I‘ve got to tell you something. I’ve been sitting next to two beautiful women, who smell great and who make me laugh. I’m not ashamed to say I’m very attracted to both of you.”We laughed.“In fact,” he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “I have a raging boner even now.”We both burst out laughing.“I’m like a genie in a lamp, me. I’m a man who can grant wishes. Now, if you’ll help me out with my problem, I promise you each a favour. You can name it. Anything you want, it shall be yours.”It wasn’t clear if he meant only sexual favours. But by his dress and manner of speaking, he seemed like a wealthy, connected man who could, in fact, give us our hearts’ desires.“Well,” said Laia, “I think we can manage that.”She reached into the seat and found the blanket that they provide for passengers who get cold in the cabin. She threw it over Xavi’s lap.I made the first move. I slipped my left hand under the blanket and undid Xavi’s fly. He did, indeed, have a serious erection going on. I felt it through his trousers. When he’d unbuttoned his trousers, he was able to free his cock, although it was hidden from public view by the blanket.Flying blind, I groped under the blanket. When I was able to, I grasped it at the stem and started to jerk his cock up and down. Xavi smiled.“Perhaps a kiss might help things along?” he said.He leaned over and we kissed, a proper passionate kiss with tongues. His cock grew noticeably harder in my hand. Oh, he was dreamy. I’d never been so instantly smitten.“Hey, don’t give her all the fun!” Laia protested.Xavi stopped kissing me and said,“Laia’s right, you know. Fair’s fair.”. Then he turned and kissed Laia too. I wasn’t jealous. It was hot.Then Laia made an unexpected move. She undid her seat belt, pulled up the blanket over her head, and disappeared beneath it. Xavi nodded approvingly.I still had his cock in my hand, but now Laia was sucking it. She was giving him the best present ever. Was I going to let her get all the attention? Of course not.“Let me have a go,” I said.Xavi let Laia suck it for a minute or so longer.“I think Andrea wants a go,” he said softly.Laia gave him three more long, deep sucks then she sat up straight and looked out of the window. The picture of innocence.Sitting next to someone in an upright chair is not the optimal position from which to administer a blowjob. It involves a lot of twisting and stretching, but it can be done.I pulled the blanket over my head and found my way to his cock, which was rock hard and throbbing. Laia had done a good job warming him up. I licked the top firmly, as if applying a layer of paint with my tongue, then I formed the time-honored O with my lips. I slid down and…even his dick tasted good as if he’d used an expensive shower gel. This guy had the full package. I sucked hard and deep, feeling his dick at the back of my throat and my saliva gland going into overdrive. I sucked that penis with everything I had, and Xavi put his head on the blanket above my head, and I heard him breathe harder and a second later…his semen shot into my mouth like a jet spray. He ejaculated so hard and fast that it was halfway down my throat before I could even think of swallowing. “Laia and Andrea, thank you. I promised you a favour. Well, I am a man of my word. Name it, and it shall be yours.”The wine. My off-the-charts attraction to Xavi. Knowing that I might disembark and never see him again. The adrenaline of the naughty act of blowing him in the plane cabin combined to make me whisper into his ear“I want to join the mile-high club. With you. Take me to the bathroom.”“Now that I’d love to do.”Laia whispered her favour into his other ear, but it was inaudible to me. We waited for the trolley service to begin. That was when the cabin crew was not seated at the end of the plane by the loos. When they wheeled past us, we made a break for it, hurrying down the aisle past the unsuspecting passengers. We opened the door and hustled in, quickly locking it behind us.Xavi whipped his trousers down. There was that tasty cock, which I now saw properly for the first time. Mmm…a classic seven-incher. I had a condom in my back pocket. I quickly rolled it on. Then I pulled down my jeans and panties. Xavi sat on the lid of the toilet. I lowered myself onto his dick, helping it in with my hand. It was rock-hard and felt great inside me. I flung my face to his neck, kissing him but also breathing in his masculine scent. He moved inside me, and I rocked so that his penis hit just the right spot. Then we kissed, and that drove me along. I was halfway there. Then, with strength that amazed and aroused me, he seized my ass and stood, his penis still inside me but now he was carrying me, my ass supported by his hands and wrist. He thrust firmly into my vagina. Although I was being held aloft, I felt absolutely safe in Xavi’s arms. He nailed me against the wall, pumping hard and after a minute I felt my orgasm ripple through my body, and I cried out aloud.He had to finish, too. He lowered me down and pulled out. I turned my back to him and bent over. A moment later, he was thrusting skillfully against my clit, which felt amazing, and then he sped up, going as fast as a man could and he came hard.When the condom was off and we were cleaned up, we stepped out of the bathroom. Passengers were looking at us with a mixture of smirks, disapproval, and envy.When I sat down, residual juices in my pussy made my pants pleasantly wet. Sleep stole over me, and I closed my eyes. My last thought as I fell asleep was to laugh inwardly at the younger me who had heard what the mile-high club entailed and thought to herself, ‘Never!’That might have been the end of the story. Laia and I bid farewell to Xavi at the airport. She mercilessly teased me all through the bus ride from the airport to the town.

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If Faith hadn’t insisted on totally unpacking the car and arranging our things in the little cabin we had rented for a week, we could have at least had a half hour stroll on the beach before the storm started to blow in. It was late September and, looking to save a little money, we had found this “charming” little “beach cottage” on Airbnb for what we thought was a steal. It was charming–old fashioned, tiny (just a bedroom with a full-size iron bed and a kitchen/living room), without wifi and barely any cell service and only three electrical outlets in the whole place–but it had a terrific screened-in porch almost as large as the rest of the house…and it was just one relatively short dune away from the beach. There were other cottages nearby, but they all appeared unoccupied.That may have had to do with the fact that the weather forecast had turned away what few off-season tourists had booked up here in New Brunswick. As soon as Faith had unpacked and nested a bit, we took the narrow trail through the beach grass out to the red sand beach. The tide was out–way out in the Bay of Fundy–but the leading edge of Tropical Storm Matthew was whipping up waves out on the bay and the clouds were rolling in fast. We were barely back at the cottage when scattered raindrops began to fall. Turns out “charming” didn’t include a real stove. There was a tiny dorm fridge and an ancient toaster oven, together with an odd assortment of kitchen utensils. We wouldn’t be cooking our own meals on this budget getaway.Fortunately, there was a little restaurant and bar in the nearby harbor. The reviews of our cottage said it was an easy walk, but we decided to drive in case the serious rain arrived. When we walked in, the bartender looked surprised to see us. The place (which would have been crowded with just ten people) was empty. We took a table by the window and he brought menus. Turns out, those menus needed some explaining, since many of their summer items were no longer available. What harbor restaurant takes most of their seafood off the menu in September? I was trying to be a good sport, but it looked more and more like this trip was going to suck.But as soon as he took our burger orders and walked away, Faith rubbed her foot along my calf and her eyes twinkled. “He’s pretty interesting,” she teased. She likes big men–tall, barrel chested types–and when he returned in a few seconds with our drinks, I could see what had probably attracted her–he had large, strong looking hands. Faith is always commenting on men’s hands and forearms, and this guy had both…and some interesting tattoos to boot.She was embarrassed as soon as she mentioned it to me, but being the only customers in the joint, we struck up a conversation. Turns out his name was Matthew (like the storm, I pointed out) and he was also from the https://escortium.org States. He and his friend had bought this place a few years ago and–at least on weeknights–the two of them ran it by themselves. That didn’t surprise me as the hour we were there, only two people came in to pick up orders they had called in. Faith joined in the conversation but tried, with her eyes, to keep me in check lest I embarrass her by saying something about her interest.The food, as it turned out, was great and as we were finishing, Matthew brought over his partner (and cook), Seamus (or “Shay”). Shay could have been his brother. A little lighter complexioned, but the same build and colorful tattooed sleeves. They were funny and apologized for the weather as if they had brought the storms. They also were sympathetic about the cottage we were renting. “Did they leave you a bucket?” Shay asked. Turns out these cottages were notorious for leaky roofs and power outages.We were hardly on the porch of our cottage when Faith was grabbing me through my pants. She dragged me to the little iron bed and we succeeded in dancing it across the wood floor while I whispered the fantasies I knew she wanted to hear.( . )( . )Surprise! The next night, Faith wanted to eat at the harbor again. I agreed, but only if she promised to show off more of her cleavage. She blushed and resisted, but in the end wore a blouse that framed her massive tits exquisitely. I noticed, but didn’t say anything, that she wore more makeup than usual and spent a lot of time with her hair. She made me hold the umbrella carefully as we were going out to our car.I’m sure she was disappointed to see three cars in the parking lot. As soon as we walked in, it was a different scene entirely from the night before. Matt was clearly happy to see us, but he had three tables of regulars and only the little table by the kitchen door was available. I suggested to Faith that we sit at the bar. In part because we both hate sitting by a busy swinging door, but mostly because I knew the bar would put her cleavage on display. She was reluctant–for exactly that reason–but had little choice. For the first hour, Matt was a busy dude. The other diners were mostly locals and he was chatting and serving at a pretty good clip. But almost at once, the locals cleared out and he was soon behind the bar and Faith had his undivided attention. He was clever enough not to stare…but no one was fooled as he took every chance to wipe the bar or straighten the napkins in order to steal a glance at her tits spilling over the bar. Shay, when he came out (face slick with sweat) was less suave. His eyes widened when he saw Faith’s cleavage and he stammered mid-sentence with whatever question he had come out to ask.We had been drinking at the bar for almost two hours. While I had had a meal with my three or four beers, Faith had had only a salad…and at least as many glasses of white wine. She had grown bolder.We were talking about the cottage. We had come into the kitchen that morning to find a puddle of water. Another leak in the screen porch had soaked the wicker sofa out there. “Don’t get me wrong,” Faith was saying with glassy eyes. “I don’t mind being wet, just not from cold rain water.” She quickly realized what she had said and I could see her blush and suddenly shut her mouth. Matt pretended not to take the hint and said something about the lousy, lazy owner of the cottages. But Shay took the barstool next to hers and interrupted. “The least we can do for our new, wet, friends is give them a round on the house, Matt.”I half-thought Faith would go for it, but the embarrassment had kicked in and she announced she needed to use the bathroom first, and we should probably go home and let them close up. We all watched her as she walked over to the tiny bathroom. When the door closed, Matt and Shay looked at me. “How about a shot?” Matt asked.He grabbed a bottle of bourbon and poured three. We threw them down and clicked our shot glasses on the bar. It was obvious we were on the same wavelength. “Give us an hour,” I said, pushing my arms into the sleeves of my rain jacket. “Try to be quiet when you come in.”They grinned and nodded, then hurriedly tried to rearrange their faces as they heard Faith fumbling with the door for the bathroom. I was holding the umbrella in one hand and her jacket in the other when she returned to the bar. “Thanks for all the attention, boys,” she smiled, slipping into her jacket. “You really know how to make a girl feel welcome.”As we made our way to the door, she looked over her shoulder at them. I couldn’t see her face, but I could see theirs. Grins spread across their faces like oil slicks.( . )( . )Back at the cottage, we hurried into the house from the rain and were almost immediately at each other. I say almost because the power was out and we had to search the drawers for a couple of dusty candles. Faith is turned on by rain and the storm had turned from a windy gale into a steady rain. As soon as the candle were lit, I pinned her to the wall and leaned down for a deep kiss. Our hands were all over each other’s bodies. After a few minutes, Faith pushed me away and took a candle into the bedroom and rummaged through her luggage to find the sexy body-stocking she had bought for the weekend. I took advantage of her absence to pick up the place a bit and push the large plush ottoman into the middle of the small living room. The tie I had worn on the drive up was still on the arm of the couch. I laid it carefully across the ottoman.Faith returned from the bedroom in her black lace body-stocking. She had put on her sexiest pair of black boots. She smiled and thrust her chin toward the ottoman. “I’ll bet you want me to get on that.”“If you’re game,” I answered and snatched the tie as she climbed onto the soft platform. “Are you going to blindfold me, too?” She sounded thrilled.Faith sat back on her haunches as I walked around her and slowly knotted the tie around her head, then draped the ends down her back. I ran my hands over her shoulders and down her arms and bent over shoulder. She leaned back, and we enjoyed a long, deep kiss while my hands began to roam her breasts.Through the open door to the screen porch, we could hear the rain falling on the roof and sidewalk (and a steady drip into the buckets we had positioned in the kitchen and screen porch). I stood and moved quietly around Faith without touching her. When I was standing in front of her, I unzipped my pants and stepped out of them, kicking them to the corner of the room. She smiled and leaned forward on all fours, mouth ajar. Before long, I had my hands on her head and was guiding her face up and down my shaft. From where I was standing, I saw the sweep of headlights swing in behind the cottage. I tensed for a second, afraid she had seen the light on the walls through her blindfold. She didn’t slow her pace. I listened intently for a car door. I didn’t hear one and began to think maybe they were losing their nerve. Faith took my cock out of her mouth and gave a long slow lick from the base of my balls to the tip, then swallowed it all again. Over her shoulder, I thought I could see a figure approaching the window. Shay’s face came near the screen and I gestured for them to come around to the screen porch. Faith sensed my attention drifting and raised her head. I spoke loudly–as much for them to hear as to cover any noise they might make. “Those guys couldn’t take their eyes off of you tonight. They wanted to bury their faces in your tits.” She moaned and picked up speed.Shay faded back into the darkness. “And you wanted both of them, didn’t you?” I continued. She moaned again and slurped loudly. I was thrusting into her mouth even as I craned my neck to see if they were coming in through the screen porch.In just a few seconds, the door spring creaked and Matt stepped carefully into the porch followed by Shay. Faith straightened immediately and pulled away from my cock, tilting her head to hear better. I motioned for them to be quiet, and they both nodded. I put my hand on her head and gently pulled her face back to my cock. “It’s just the wind,” I offered, though I knew she wouldn’t buy it.Her mouth twitched in a smile. “Keep talking,” she gulped for air. “Tell me what you want them to do to me.” She plunged her mouth onto my cock again. Behind me, Matt and Shay stripped as quietly and quickly as they could. It wasn’t very quiet. I could feel Faith quivering with excitement as she noisily took my cock into her throat.

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Once we were safely in our hotel room, the girls went into the bedroom and told me to stay in the living room. Kelly had done a good job of hiding her surprise up to this point and didn’t want me getting a peek before the big reveal. Mary wanted to get herself “presentable” before we started as well. Knowing I was outvoted with just one of the girls, I relinquished myself to the living room to wait for the girls to call me into the bedroom.It was probably only a few minutes to be truthful, although it seemed a lot longer before I heard Kelly calling me into the bedroom. My cock was clawing to get out and play, and it was uncomfortable to be sitting on the sofa anymore. I was glad she called me when she did. I came around the corner of the hallway into the bedroom of the suite and my jaw damn near hit the floor… there on the bed were two of the loveliest and sexiest women God ever set on the earth!My Kelly was wearing a sheer white chemise with a lace-covered top to the bust line and practically transparent from there on down. I could see her thin matching string panty underneath. Kelly is five foot five inches tall with soft brown doe eyes, long black hair, and a very delicious 32D-22-34 body.Mary stood beside her wearing a lacy camisole that was cut to just about halfway from her breasts to the navel and below that a barely-there matching lace panty. Mary was five foot four inches tall with pretty hazel eyes, brown hair, and a marvelous 36D-23-35 figure.Both girls looked magnificent and I stood there for the longest time just taking this scene in. I wanted to burn it into my mind so I would never forget this vacation and the chance I had to go to heaven and touch the angels.”Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to have your way with us?” Kelly said, breaking my trance. Suddenly, there was a flurry of pants and shirts, shoes and socks hitting the floor and before the girls could stop giggling, I was undressed and standing right in front of them.”Mmmm… I’ve been wanting to get a closer look at this big, fat cock. You covered it up much too quickly earlier. I didn’t get a chance to admire it!” Mary said, wrapping her hand around my already hard cock. She began gently stroking me as she spoke, “Like I told Kelly in the restroom of Ankara bayan escort the restaurant, it’s been some time since I had a man and even longer since I had a real man. So I might be a little tight… you don’t mind stretching me a bit do you, baby?””No, I don’t mind a bit. I’ll take it easy on you though since it’s been a while,” I said, all gentlemanly-like.”You’d better not! I like it hard, and I like it rough! You just feel free to use me anyway you like. The harder and more degrading, the better. It’s been a long time since I have exercised my inner slut, and she wants to play–that’s why I agreed to the threesome. I figured it would be a good way to just let my slutty side out and not have to worry about being a ‘lady’!” she said, emphatically.This was sounding better all the time! If Mary wants to be a slut, then a slut she shall be! I knew that Kelly could get down and dirty–we have had many great times with her as a nasty filthy little slut and she loved being “forced” to have sex, degraded, and talked dirty to. It was a real turn-on for us both. Now we have someone else to humiliate, degrade, and shame!Kelly went out of the room for a moment, bringing back the desk chair. She set the chair in a place where she would have a good close view of the action yet not be in the way.She turned to me and Mary, “Okay, I want to watch you fuck her, Dave. I want you to fuck her hard, and I want to hear her moan and scream as you plow into her. You heard yourself that she likes it rough and she likes to be treated like a slut. You also heard that it’s been a long time since she has felt that way. So make her your fuckslut, Dave… fuck her and make her yours, baby! Own this little fucktoy!” Kelly said.I looked at Kelly sitting there with her legs spread just waiting for me to get started. I grinned and gave her a big kiss, grabbing her by the hair behind her head telling her in my own way that she is still my girl. She moaned softly into my mouth, letting me know the message was received. Then I turned my attention to the scantily-clad woman standing by the bed waiting for me.I walked up to Mary and leaned forward kissing her deeply. My hand slid around behind her head, pushing her long brown hair up and letting Escort bayan Ankara it slide between my fingers. I heard her barely audible moan as our kiss deepened and I knew that was my cue. Quickly, I grabbed a huge handful of that long silky hair and hauled her head back, breaking our kiss and causing her to gasp in surprise.”So you want to be my slut do you, Do you think you have what it takes to please me? Do you think you are worth my attention, whore? Let’s just see if you are even worth bothering with. Get down on your knees slut and show me what you are good for!” I growled at her.Mary did as I commanded, dropping to her knees while I maintained a hold of her long hair. She reached out to take my hard cock in her hand and I slapped her hand away. “What an impolite slut you are. Don’t you have any manners at all? You ask before you just take something!” I barked at her.Looking up, she said, “I’m sorry, Sir. May I please suck your co-ACKK!!” I didn’t let her finish before I shoved my cock deep into her throat, pushing all the way to the back of her throat just short of making her gag and holding it there blocking her airway for a moment. Then I let her up and she gasped and sputtered in surprise.”Now, let’s see how you suck cock. Let’s see if you can suck like a proper fuckslut!” I said. I pushed my cock back into her mouth just as deep as before and she brought her hands up, placing them on my legs to push me away if needed.”Put those fucking hands behind your back slut! You don’t use anything but your fucking face hole, got it?” I barked.She put her hands behind her and nodded “Mmphmm” she said around my cock.”Kelly, come over here and show this pitiful thing how to I like having my cock sucked, will you?” I said smiling. Kelly came over kneeling behind Mary. Kelly then took Mary’s head in her hands and began shoving it forward and pulling it back guiding her in the speed, rhythm, and depth that she knew I liked. She sped up a bit faster and Mary had to just keep her mouth sucked in around my cock and Kelly moved her head back and forth rapidly.”Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!” Mary made those delightful noises that I loved from the porno movies as her head bobbed on my cock.After a few minutes of face fucking, Bayan escort Ankara she was drooling like a proper slut should, getting her tits all wet with her saliva. Her makeup was starting to run and she looked so hot!”Look at yourself… kneeling on the floor of a hotel room with a mouth full of a strange man’s cock, your makeup ruined and looking like a back alley whore, drooling all over your tits and wanting more. You really are a fuckslut and now you look the part too!”Mary looked up at me as I spoke, her face a Picasso of ruined, runny mascara and smeared lipstick. What hair I didn’t have balled up in my fist was a mess as well.”Get up slut, I’m not done with you yet!” I said, pulling her to her feet by her hair. Once she was standing, I moved behind her. Lifting up her little lacy camisole, I reached under it to grab hold of her very ample breasts, sinking my fingers into the creamy pliant flesh. I used my thumbs to rub over her hard, erect nipples as my hands mauled her twin globes. She instinctively pressed back into me, feeling the present I had for her a bit later.”Oh God…” she moaned, aloud this time, as my hands worked her tender flesh. She laid her head back onto my shoulder and one hand moved up to hold my head as her other hand covered my hand on her breast.Mary ground her ass back onto my cock, feeling it’s hardness as it throbbed between her ass cheeks. Had she not been wearing panties, she would have steered me straight into her pussy right then, but I wasn’t quite done teasing her yet.My free hand, the one not covered by Mary’s, slid down her side and moved to rub her pussy over her panties. This caused Mary to moan even louder and grind her hips even harder on my cock.”Please, Dave… please, I need you so much…” she whimpered. I looked at Kelly and was glad to see she had scooted down in her chair, one leg thrown up on the corner of the bed and her hand down between her legs. She was watching us with great interest.I could feel the heat coming from her through Mary’s panties and I could also tell that her panties were getting soaked through by her now dripping pussy. It made me rub all the harder, pressing the saturated fabric into her slit as far as it would go and making sure she felt my fingers playing over her fat, swollen lips and throbbing clit. Mary spread her legs for me, her hand going behind her to grab my cock and stroke it as if telling me that this was what she wanted.”Fuck her Dave! Fuck that slut and show her how a man treats his whore! Make her scream as she cums all over that beautiful cock of yours!” Kelly urged.

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